Sophomore Year 33
As he continues helping Buck with his client, Hank's eyes are opened further in myriad ways though much remains for him to discover. Word of a far-off land intrigues him.
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Chapter 33
"So, whaddya think, kid?" Charlie asked facing me, "Do I need a jockstrap with this?" He yanked the waistband up a few times, making the contents bounce and jiggle. All I could do was stare.
Seeing that I was still at a loss for words, Buck stepped up on the stage beside Charlie. "Well, with a suit like this," and he started tugging and smoothing it again, "you're definitely gonna be able to tell ya got a strap on under there."
"Uh huh..." Charlie nodded, locking his hands again behind his head and waiting for Buck to continue.
"Now," Buck squatted again, bringing Charlie's suit right to eye level, "that'll earn respect, mainly from guys, `specially guys've played sports. They're gonna see you're serious," and here Buck reached forward and gently lifted the parts in question with his cupped hand, "about protectin' your nuts."
The casual gesture blew my mind, but Charlie just nodded along with a serious look on his face, as though taking in this new information.
"But right now," Buck leaned from side to side looking at the bulge from various angles, "you're showing off just perfect. Just perfect, man, seriously."
"You really think so?" Charlie sounded a little incredulous.
"Oh, yeah!" Buck assured, again toying with suit's fit as though evidence, "I mean, anymore and you'd get arrested!" Buck laughed.
Charlie looked delighted with this assessment and swelled with manly pride. Turning to me, he asked, "You agree, kid?" All I could do at that point was nod, making the guys laugh again good naturedly.
"Seriously, Charlie," Buck turned him to face the mirror, "how is a girl not gonna be drawn to that? Hell, I'm not a girl and I can barely take my eyes off it. How's a normal girl gonna resist?"
Charlie continued beaming, checking himself out in the mirror as Buck softened up his client with praise. I had to agree that the suit looked amazing, but even so, it felt to me like Buck's attention and praise were almost a little excessive, even for Buck. I wondered what he was up to.
And then I noticed it. Charlie was starting to get a bit of a stiffy in his suit. There'd be absolutely no way to hide it, especially without a jockstrap on. I was staring and thought I even spotted a drop of nectar at the tip. Maybe Buck was thinking the same thing I was, that it was time to bring this guy down a peg, embarrass him when he realized he was standing right in front of us hard and dripping, just like I'd had to.
Buck continued, "And the guys gonna admire ya, try to be your pal, buy ya beers, I'll bet. Everybody wants to stand next to a winner. And there's no hidin' your winnin' attributes in that suit." Buck laughed.
"Yeah, super friendly guys at that one place on the boardwalk, what's it called? The Half Mast? Guys there always ready to buy me beers and talk sports. I keep hopin' one of `em'll introduce me to his sister or somethin', but no luck so far." he laughed. "I gotta do something before I split this town!"
Right then the phone rang. Buck stood up apologizing, "Hold on a sec and lemme grab this real quick," and started down the steps from the stage.
Still glued to my chair, enthralled by the spectacle Charlie was providing, I asked him, "So, where you headed, sir?"
Before Charlie could answer, Buck called over his shoulder, "He got a job overseas, some godforsaken place they hide the girls from guys like him. What's the name again?"
Charlie laughed, "I call it Buckistan' cause he can't ever remember the name, even though it sounds perfect for `im."
"Why are you moving there?" I asked, astounded. My travels had been so limited, I'd hardly ever even been out of state.
"Oh, this career fare on campus last year." As he spoke, Charlie continued posing and flexing, barely taking his eyes off his reflection. "Mostly pretty lame but this old guy calls me over to his table, he's from the State Department, bored outa his mind, just wants somebody to shoot the shit with and I'm like the only `grown up' he's seen in hours."
I recalled the career fare he was talking about. I'd wandered around it a little but was just too shy to actually approach any of the tables.
"So we get to talkin' and the dude's actually pretty cool. We kinda hit if off. He says for me to call im Art'. And he's tellin' me all these places he's worked around the world, and I ask him, OK, Art, so what was your favorite? And he says this little country most people never heard of and not a real popular foreign post, cause it takes a certain type to get into it. But that he really liked his time there."
"What'd he say about it?" I asked. I was interested but I also wanted to keep Charlie posing and flexing in the mirror.
"Not too big on tourism. No famous sites. Kinda isolated. In some ways super old fashioned, like men and women totally separated outside the home. But progressive in others. "Supposed to be very peaceful."
"They call their country The Land of Brotherhood' cuz the bond between brothers is so important, like almost sacred. Anyway, if you're married—and at this rate, that ain't gonna be my case, or you can get by without a girlfriend for a couple of years—and lord knows, I've proven I can do that that, ha ha, he says it can be an unforgettable experience."
While he spoke, Charlie continued flexing in the mirror and adjusting himself in the suit. I was mesmerized and did not want him to stop. I kept asking questions. "Cool. So, how long did you guys talk?"
"Said I'm the first guy to show any interest in the place and offers to buy me a beer and tell me more. So of course, I say yes. We go to that little joint right off campus, and first thing he orders a pitcher! I figure this Art guy's got a lot of stories to tell!"
Charlie turned around to see how the suit fit in back. He gave it a series of little tugs here and there, stopping after each to gauge the effect. Meanwhile, he continued his tale. "Says there's a few strange customs ya gotta get used to but the culture's real interestin'."
"Do they play any sports?" I asked, trying to think what a single guy might find to do there.
Wrestling's big, but it's their own style, somewhere between Persian and Turkish."
The mention of wrestling caught my attention, especially a style I'd never heard of. "So do they wear singlets?"
"Nah, `sounded like they got their own tradition on that, but we got sidetracked before he could get into it. He was sayin' they're very big on hygiene. And groomin'. They got these amazin' public baths where guys go hang out all day."
This really caught my attention, since I'd been fascinated by the old print of the Roman bath hanging across the gym. "Wow! Like that?" I asked, pointing to it,
Charlie glanced in that direction. "Yeah, pretty much from how he described it, except no nudity. Ya have to wear these little loincloth thingies for `decency.' Although Art says they're so small and thin, once they get wet, they're practically useless. But ya gotta keep it on. It's the custom."
"Maybe you could wear that suit!" Buck laughed as he came back in the room from his phone call.
"I wish!" Charlie responded, "But nope, no outside clothing allowed inside the baths. Seems they are very focused on gettin' clean."
I thought the loincloths might actually be more fun than complete nudity, especially given my modesty. It made me think of the old Tarzan movies that I used to love watching on Saturday mornings as a kid.
Charlie went on, "And Buck would love this, no freeballing! Apparently, very big taboo. Like they have `support patrols' out and if you look like you're swinging a little too much there, they'll haul you in. Can you believe that?"
"Ha! I should send Jack there with ya?" Buck joked.
Then, watching Charlie flex in the mirror for a moment, Buck had an idea. "Hey, ya ever been to that crappy little motel down there at the beach, The Jolly Roger? It's just guys, mostly enlisted. Getcha ready for Buckistan," he laughed. "Ya might wanna drop by on your way back, stop in for a beer by the pool. Always somethin' goin' on there. And you'd be a big hit in that suit!"
While Buck was talking, Charlie continued to pose in the mirror and adjust his package, turning this way and that. I was half listening to their conversation but also kind of mesmerized by the show he was putting on. He suddenly seemed to notice my rapt attention. "You remind me of my little brother. He likes to watch me flex, too."
"'Course he does," Buck jumped in, "Big strong older brother like you probably his hero."
Charlie nodded and went on, "He loves to play `Mr. Olympia,' where he gets me to put on this tiny posing suit and oils me up like for a bodybuilding competition and then he plays the emcee, calling out my poses and commenting on my physique. He has a blast."
"I'll be you both do," smiled Buck. That sounds like a lot of fun" Then, trying to bring me into the conversation, Buck asked, "So, Hank, ya ever try to get your uncle to do somethin' like that?"
"Well, sort of." I recalled, "Not really play like `Mr. Olympia,' but I loved watching him flex in the mirror. And I never oiled him up like for a competition, but I did spread suntan lotion on him a few times when we went to the beach."
Charlie listened intently. "And did you like that?"
"Oh, yeah," the image floated up before me, "I remember thinking that his muscles felt amazing."
"Hey, Buck" Charlie seemed energized, "maybe Hank here could oil me right now. Pretty sure I saw some oil back in the massage room."
Buck seemed much less enthusiastic about the idea. "We gotta save that oil for rub downs, Charlie. Besides, we don't want to get any oil on that suit until the sale is final," he chuckled.
Charlie seemed disappointed and a little sore. "I'm not sure about this suit, y'know. It's kinda thin, I don't know if it really looks all that good on me."
Buck's tone shifted. His voice got quieter almost like he was whispering, and his comments started getting more and more explicit. "Oh, no, man, some girl sees you strutting by in that, I mean that's suit's not hardly hidin' a thing. She's gonna wanna just pull that silky little thing down and get a good look at that uncut man meat you're teasin' her with."
Buck was starting to cast a spell and Charlie stared in the mirror spellbound. "You really think so?"
"Of course, man, look at that packge, shake it a little, check that out! How's a girl gonna resist that? She's gonna wanna reach out and tickle those nuts and stroke that dick and get it hard and start drippin' and then lick those drops of honey that start seepin' out and then munch on that foreskin..." And here Buck started making almost obscene slurping noises.
I could see the bulge in Charlie's suit continued to swell. The wet spot had grown and was now clearly visible in the light-colored suit. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I could feel my own dick swelling and beads of nectar pooling in my foreskin. I had an idea: if we could drip a little oil on the suit, then Charlie'd have to buy it.
"Uh, sir," I looked at Buck, "I don't mind oiling him up if he likes."
Charlie's face lit up like a Christmas tree. I figured he must really be missing his brother and if I could help a little in that regard, then so much the better.
"Oh, that's real nice of ya, Hankie boy." Buck came over and put his arm around me, rubbing my chest and playfully popped the waistband in the rear of my briefs. He tussled my hair and chuffed my cheek. It was like he was petting a favorite dog who had performed well. And like an affectionate pup I fairly wagged my tail. I felt incredibly warm inside.
Buck leaned in very close and whispered, "Ya done great, kid." And then louder, he added, "But I need ya to run over next door to help the Cap'n with somethin'."
"What?" I was confused.
"Yeah, that was him on the phone. He needs your help out back."
"Oh, OK," I responded slowly. I was glowing a little from Buck's fawning over me but also disappointed. This had started to get really interesting, and I'd been keen to see what would happen next. But by now I'd learned to follow orders in this house. I started towards the stairs. "I'll go change and head over."
"Nah, no need." Buck gently caught me by the arm. "Just go straight there, out the back door here. Nobody's gonna see ya, `cept Billy, and ya know he's not gonna mind!" I recognized that tone and knew it was best not to argue. And by now I was getting used to walking around in my sticky briefs.
I turned and remembered to say goodbye to Charlie. I walked up and shook his hand. "Very nice to meet you, sir. Good luck on your travels. Send me a postcard."
"Yeah, real nice to meet you, kid. Hey, maybe you can come visit me over there! I'm gonna try to get my little brother to come too. Anyway, hope to see ya around before I take off."
Buck gave me another little nipple pinch and then turned back towards Charlie. "Hey, bet we got time for a little rub down before our buddies get here."