Sophomore Year

Sophomore Year 34

It is hard to believe now that when starting to chronicle the events of Thursday in Chapter 29, I'd thought that one or at most two chapters would suffice. Now, here we are, six chapters later and the crazy, eventful day is still not done. This story has a way of growing and splitting and morphing in the very writing.

I thank my readers for their enduring patience which I hope will find at least some reward in each new installment. Many thanks to all those who continue to send encouragement and share their own experiences and fantasies. I love hearing from Nifty readers.

In this chapter, a few rounds of table tennis with new friends help Hank let off a bit of steam.

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Chapter 34

Stomping across the yard to Captain Bill's in nothing but my underwear, I felt more addled than ever. This had been such a crazy day! First the class where Chip pronounced us `cum brothers.' Then jacking off in my room to an explosive climax only to be interrupted at the crucial moment by Buck. Then Buck ordering me downstairs to perform jumping jacks in my sticky undies in front of this guy Charlie. Then watching Charlie proudly parade around in that almost indecent suit. All this had affected me ways I had not expected and could not explain.

I had thought I'd feel sweet revenge if Charlie ended up getting a semi and visibly dripping in that suit, but lo and behold, even though that's exactly what happened, it didn't really feel like it was revenge that had me all shook up. I wasn't sure what had.

But here I was, half hard again and dripping. I could feel the dribbles leaking out my foreskin. I figured it was due to Buck talking about girls wanting to play with Charlie's dick and lick his balls. That had been an exciting thing to hear. I'd wanted to hear more, but Buck had sent me away on this errand while he was giving Charlie a rubdown, something I'd hoped to witness.

"And look at me now!" I thought, "Painfully shy boy Hank, strutting across the yard in just his briefs for all the world to see!" How could this be the same bashful nerd who came here to rent a room three days ago? Granted, there we so few houses on this cul-de-sac that no one was likely to see me, but still...I had to admit it felt daring and a bit thrilling.

However, when I got to Captain Bill's, I noticed several more cars than before and quickly reverted to shy and nervous Hank, wondering if others might be here. I was prepared to be around the captain in just my undies, but not other people, especially strangers. I was not up to a repeat of the Charlie episode.

Walkin through the garage I carefully opened the back door and called in just like last time, but no one answered. I could hear voices from somewhere inside, which increased my anxiety, acutely aware that I was wearing nothing but my white briefs, and in a pretty soggy state at that. Wasn't this the same nightmare that many people claimed terror of?

I entered slowly, calling out `hello' along the way. In the laundry room I ducked under a clothesline I hadn't noticed on my last visit. The hallway and den were empty but the sliders out to the pool were open. The voices came from there and it sounded like somebody was playing ping pong.

I didn't remember seeing a ping pong table on my previous visit, but it had been quite dark out there, and I'd been overwhelmed at the time swimming and posing for the captain in that white suit he'd lent me.

Speaking of that suit, I'd been thinking it might be fun to wear again sometime, but those thoughts had flown from my mind as I worried who was out on the patio. I stuck my head out the sliders and looked to the left to see two young men not much older than myself playing a spirited game of ping pong. To my surprise, like me, they were also wearing nothing but white briefs.

Now on the one hand, it might seem odd that they should only be dressed in their underwear while playing ping pong outside, but back then it wasn't uncommon for guys to hang out in their underwear in male-only environments like frat houses and barracks. I'd even had roommates who watched tv in the living room or made a sandwich in the kitchen in their underwear. So, I was more relieved than shocked at their attire.

With a forceful slam, the shorter of the two brought the match to its end. In his victory dance, he spun around and saw me and immediately hollered, "Hey, Jeff! Winner plays New Guy!"

Jeff looked over and seeing me, followed with, "OK, Jay, but I got dibs on New Guy for doubles!" He motioned me to the table and handed over his paddle. Without me saying a word, Jay and I started playing.

I was not a champion but could hold my own at this game. After a few volleys, Jay yelled, "Hey, not bad, New Guy!"

Jeff took a seat on a stool near the net, cheering and booing our efforts. In no time at all, it felt kind of normal to be playing ping pong by the pool in my underwear with Jeff and Jay. I was getting to like this new Hank and the world he was living in. "So, Captain Bill around?" I asked.

"In the darkroom, showin' my dad some stuff," responded Jay.

"Yeah," snickered Jeff, "some stuff with naked titties, I betcha!"

"No," Jay protested protectively, "he said it was photos he'd taken at that airshow."

Jeff persisted, "Dude, you know your dad loves that stuff. All dads do. Just like you do and don't pretend you don't just because New Guy is here. I can tell he does too just looking at the wet spots on his Hanes." He laughed.

My impulse to cover myself was thwarted by playing ping pong. I could feel my meat bouncing among the moist patches in my briefs.

"He's probably been looking at some smutty magazine, am I right?" Jeff asked.

"No, not exactly," I demurred with my first words in this conversation.

"Ok, then talking some hot shit with buds then." He was insistent.

I blushed and said nothing.

"Bingo! Talking about pussy with buds is the best! Just like I was telling Jay here about these guys I ran into last night. They know this girl Sheila who loves having two guys eat her pussy at the same time!"

I had noticed that hanging out undressed also seemed to make guys strip off their inhibitions about sex. They'd often start to share ideas, experiences and fantasies with each other. I guess now it'd be considered part of male bonding.

Jeff continued. "It was wild! They were giving me a blow-by-blow with all these sound effects. It was so hot, and while I was telling Jay about it just now, he started dripping too."

"Yeah," Jay agreed, so excited about the topic that he didn't show any sign of embarrassment about the wet spots on his briefs. "And Jeff got her number from `em and we're gonna call her up and ask her out and get her to let us eat her pussy together. Isn't that crazy?"

And then they both started making licking and slurping noises and moaning in imitation of the act. It was juvenile and crazy and got my blood boiling and made it tougher for me to focus on the game.

Nevertheless, without trying too hard I managed to eke out a slender victory over Jay. When our game ended, Jay hopped over to Jeff, and they placed their cheeks together and started sticking out their tongues and pantomimed eating a pussy together.

Their faces radiated joy; they looked like they were having so much fun. I could have sworn that their tongues came into contact several times. They didn't seem to notice. Or mind. I had to admit their little performance was getting me hard and starting to drip again.

Just then, a stocky man with a kind face walked out the glass door, also wearing nothing but white briefs. I thought to myself that this was about as opposite from the old biddy's house I'd moved out of as you could get.

"What's this," he asked in a friendly tone, "you guys back to eatin' pussy? How many times you gonna bring that poor girl to orgasm?" he laughed, adjusting his crotch. I couldn't help but notice he looked in about the same condition as us boys, half hard and dripping a bit.

"Hey, Mr. Akins, you and me are gonna play Jay and New Guy."

Mr. Akins looked bemused but stepped up and took the proffered paddle as his son Jay came around to my side of the table. "And does New Guy have a name besides `New Guy?'" he chuckled, looking at me warmly.

"Name's Hank, sir." And though he did not seem at all surprised by my sudden appearance, I added, "I'm staying next door at Mr. Bryant's."

"Well, you're clearly a polite young man, unlike some around here," and he playfully swatted Jeff's butt with his paddle, eliciting a delighted yelp. "And a very brave one to live at Buck's. Have you endured a bare-assed whippin' yet?"

"Maybe just a few." I laughed, playfully rubbing my butt as though it were sore.

"And are you learnin' to live by the code?" And here he brazenly cupped his nuts, gently jostled them and pronounced, "Keep `em strapped," then looked at me expectantly.

On cue, I cupped my own balls and lifting them, responded, "Trust the pouch, sir!" I noticed Jeff and Jay looked at me with new interest and respect.

"Hey!" Jeff looked like a light bulb went off in his head, "Let's play a game of spank-butt! Whaddya say, Mr Akins?"

"Well, I'm game, but you better ask your new pal Hank here and see if he's up for it." I wasn't used to guys taking me into account and was touched by Mr. Akins' thoughtfulness.

Jeff looked at me, his eyes bright with excitement. "OK, so, every time you miss a point, your teammate gets to whack your butt with his paddle. But he won't wanna whack ya too hard, cuz remember, you're gonna get to whack his butt when he misses."

"But you have to make it a decent whack because the other team can say it wasn't hard enough and whack it themselves, but remember, they have to be careful not to overdo it because your team can do the same. At the end of the game, the winners get to smack the losers' butts."

For some reason, Jeff's convoluted instructions made sense to me. It sounded silly, but also like pretty harmless fun. I agreed to play a round. "Sure," I said, "Let's do it."

Jeff whooped in delight. Mr. Akins jokingly added, "well of course this young man's not afraid of an ass whippin' from either of you two punks, after livin' with Buck!" He followed with a sly wink at me.

Beside me Jay started swatting his own ass with his paddle, beginning soft but steadily increasing the impact. I supposed he was warming up for the paddlings to come.

We started the game, and it went pretty smoothly. I was a stronger player than my partner Jay and had several chances to whack his butt with my paddle. Given that I was shy and new to the group, I tended to take it easy on his ass.

Then I intentionally let a ball fly past me to see what he would do and was pleased that his smack was not too hard but hard enough to escape protest by our opponents. It left me with a pleasant warmth glowing on my tail that added some pep to my game.

Overall, I think we were the stronger team though at moments I suspected Jay's dad was fluffing returns on purpose. Jeff seemed to relish giving Mr. Akins' butt a swat and Mr. Akins seemed to enjoy feigning fear and injury. Their antics were fun to watch.

At any rate, we won, and Jay gleefully claimed the right to paddle his dad's butt, leaving Jeff to me. Since he seemed like a sweet, if slightly dull guy who had been plenty nice to me, I decided not to go ballistic on his butt.

Overall, it had been a quick and easy game and lots of fun. So, when Jeff proposed another, everyone was on board. However, he suggested we change up teams, so that I would play with Mr. Akins and the two boys would join forces.

I liked the sound of this. Mr. Akins impressed me as a super nice man who had been nothing but kind and thoughtful towards me. Plus, his solid physique impressed me with its aura of quiet confidence. For some reason, I wondered what he smelled like so was eager to play next to him.

Before changing positions, Jeff added, "Ok, let's play this one bare-assed! Whaddya say, Mr. Akins? Can we?" he pleaded.

"Well, you better explain the rules to our bud Hank and see if he wants to play." He responded. I really appreciated how Mr. Akins always seemed to try to include me in the group. He struck me as very considerate.

"Well," Jeff excitedly explained, "we pull down our underwear in back baring our butts while we play and if you get paddled, it's on your bare cheeks. But the rest of the rules apply so nobody can go crazy on your ass."

Suddenly, phrases I had heard all my life like `going crazy on your ass' went from abstract to very concrete. This proposal stopped me in my tracks. Given my severe modesty issues, that last thing I wanted was to be naked in front of anyone, especially strangers.

However, under Buck's guidance, I had been making progress. I'd gotten used to hanging around his house in my underwear and both Buck and the captain had steered me into situations that weeks ago would have caused me to panic, but their steady guidance had led me through.

While I paused to think it over, Jeff added jokingly, "Besides, you get to see Mr. Akins' hairy ass. That's something you normally only see on wildlife shows. You don't wanna miss it!" And once again, Mr. Akins landed a loud smack with his paddle on Jeff's butt, eliciting another yelp of delight.

Playing bare-assed fell in line with Buck's program to help me get over my body shyness. Although part of me was screaming in resistance, I decided to accept. We changed positions, Mr. Akins coming to my side of the table and Jay moving to his.

"You ready for this, son?" he asked jovially as he reached an arm across my shoulders and pulled me close in a `bro squeeze.' Instead of a quick release, he held me there and joked, "Whaddya say we teach these punks a lesson?" Caught up in his warmth and the rich musk of his scent, I could only giggle like a schoolgirl. He did not seem to mind.

"Listen up, soldiers!" Jeff barked, imitating a drill sargeant, "Attention! Buns out!" We each pulled down our underwear in the rear, so the elastic waist bands were held under our butt cheeks.

Of course, I was curious to see what everyone's butt looked like though tried not to be obvious. The most intriguing of course was Mr. Akins' and from a quick discrete glimpse, it did indeed look very furry. Mexicans as a rule are less hairy so this was definitely one of the hairiest asses I had ever laid eyes on and I was curious to get a closer look.

"Oh, and one more thing:" Jeff added, "you have to turn around so everyone can see your ass get whacked."

That was quite a detail, but I figured, "In for a penny, in for a pound." I thought that Buck would be impressed when I told him how daring I'd been playing ping pong while exposing my butt to three strangers.

This thought made me wonder if Buck ever played ping pong. I pictured playing bare-assed spank-butt with him and the image kindled all sorts of warm feelings in me. "Do you know if Buck has ever played this game?" I asked.

"Played it?" Mr. Akins acted surprised. "Why Buck Bryant invented bare-assed spank-butt ping pong! His fingerprints are all over it, you could say." He laughed. For some reason, this information made me smile from ear to ear.

The game ensued. The first to miss a return was Jay. As he turned his ass towards us, Mr. Akins called for Jeff burn up his son's `pale tail' and turn it bright red. "That's how I like to see it best at home," he laughed, "cuz it means he might behave for a bit." Jeff pantomimed a great big wind up but ended up just giving a moderate crack on the cheek.

The next volley ended with a miss by Mr. Akins, which I suspected was not totally accidental. In any case, when he turned his butt towards the boys, Jay hollered for me to "whack that old lard ass!"

Jeff protested, joking that Mr. Akins' ass looked a lot prettier than his son's. Meanwhile, as I said, I had never seen such a hairy ass up close before and stood transfixed for a minute. Jeff shook me out of it by hollering, "Yeah, quite the sight, huh?"

Mr. Akins added to the silliness by shaking his butt as though that would make it harder to land a good blow. "No fair!" Jay protested, "Hold it still or we'll hold it for ya!" l couldn't quite work up the nerve to give Mr. Akins a serious spanking, so ended up landing a very meek tap.

"No way!" bellowed Jay. "You give that old goat the serious ass whack he deserves, or I'll come over and give ya both one you'll never forget!"

"He can't help it," joked his dad, "it's just too pretty to hurt." Turning to me, he teased, "Right? I'll bet you'd like to give it a little smooch it's so cute." His taunting was all I needed for motivation, and I landed a pretty solid crack with the paddle across both his cheeks.

"Oh!" he clasped his hands in jest, "My poor lil' tender toosh! Will it ever recover?" Meanwhile, the boys cheered my aim. This was without a doubt the most bizarre game of ping pong I had ever played, but I had to admit that it was fun, and I was having a great time.

The next to miss a return was Jeff. When he turned around, Mr. Akins teased, "May not be a pretty ass but it's sure easier to look at than his face." That caused a lot of laughter.

Pretending to take offense, Jeff mimicked Mr. Akins' words a few minutes before, "I'll bet you'd like to give it a little smooch it's so cute." And bent over and spread his cheeks, exposing his asshole. I was shocked by Jeff's audacity, but the others took it right in stride.

"Well, I just might," joked Mr. Akins, "sure purtier than some snatch I've had the pleasure of snackin' on." Hearty guffaws followed, leading him to continue. "Say, Jay, ya might just wanna practice on that little pucker hole to get ready for Sheila." This sent the boys into peels of raucous laughter while I was ever further shocked by the crude affection of their humor.

"I'd wanna clean it up real good first though," Mr. Akins continued teasing, "Smells kinda swampy from here even."

Not sure where I got the idea or the nerve, but wanting to join in the fun, I added, "Yeah, maybe use the Tail Pipe Cleaner on him." There was a moment of pause as their eyes grew wide.

"The Tail Pipe Cleaner?!!?" Jay exclaimed, sounding a bit shocked. "How do you know about that?!"

Again, Mr. Akins interceded on my behalf. "Dincha hear him just say he's stayin' at Buck's next door? How's he not gonna know about it with all that splashin' and squealin'? Now if it was you boys over there, prolly never get one to use it and never get the other off it." They all laughed, and the tension was defused.

As the next volley started, I could tell they were ganging up to make sure I'd miss a return. I defended myself valiantly, but in the end, missed a slam that whizzed past my ear. "New Guy! New Guy!" the boys started chanting and I reluctantly turned my bare butt towards them.

"Ooooh!" exclaimed Jay, "now that IS a sweet one! Looks smooth as silk! I'd be afraid to harm a piece of tail that purty!" The boys laughed and then started a new chant, "Kiss or spank? Kiss or spank?"

Mr. Akins saw the confused look on my face and explained. "The other team can give the option to either kiss your teammate's butt or spank it."

While I tried to absorb what he was saying, Mr. Akins dropped to his knees and planted a very loud smooch on my ass cheek. The boys burst into cheers, but I was speechless. I knew it was all in good fun and that Mr. Akins was trying to be kind by not swatting my ass, but still I was shocked by how rowdy and crude their play was.

Meanwhile, throughout the game, Jeff and Jay kept returning to the topic of Sheila and details that Jeff had learned about her. That she loved having two guys eat her pussy, of course, and that she loved good bourbon, "and get this!" he added excitedly, "She loves suckin' on a guy's nips! Wild, huh?"

"Well, I bet she'd love to get a hold of Hank's here." Again, Mr. Akins sought to bring me into the conversation. "That's quite a set ya got there, Hank. Ever had a girl nibble on `em?" he asked, while pinching his own as though to help me understand what he meant.

I blushed and smiled but did not want to tell the truth, that the only ones ever playing with my nips had been those bullies on the swim team and Buck with his constant pinches, and increasingly, me. I'd find myself squeezing and fondling them at odd moments. Right then, for example, in reflex, I'd reached up and was rubbing one.

"Maybe not," son Jay from across the table added, "But I bet he'd love getting' those nips worked over. They look ripe for it. You oughta show `im, Dad."

"Oh, he doesn't want an old fart showin' him. You boys oughta give him a lesson. I've taught ya purty good." This new line of talk totally caught my attention.

"Yeah, but you're the expert, Mr. Akins" "Yeah, Dad, you're the titty master." They laughed and then said to me, "Yeah, he knows how to drive `em nuts!"

This topic definitely had my attention and I'm sure the expectant look on my face made it very clear that I wanted to hear more.

"Well," Mr. Akins began, pausing the game for a moment, "rule number one is mind your stubble. Nipples're tender things and if you're gonna be rubbin' your face around down there, whisker burns'll pull her out of the mood in a second." And he snapped his fingers in my face making me blink.

"See, right now I got too much stubble to be going crazy on her." And he held up my arm and very gently slid his chin on the inside of my wrist. "See? Nice and soft is OK." It tickled and made me shiver. "But you do it too hard or for too long..." and he increased the pressure, quickly feeling like sandpaper. I jerked my arm away in reaction.

"See what I mean? In two seconds, she's lost all interest. So, you wanna always keep pressure in mind and keep changin' it. Ever' coupla seconds make her feel somethin' new." I slowly nodded as I took this in.

"Nerves wear out fast. They go numb. Just like when you're beatin' off, right? Ya work the head for a bit, then ya switch to the shaft, then your balls, ya go fast, ya go slow, ya take a break, maybe ya switch hands, maybe dribble some spit on it, that's what keeps it fun." I couldn't believe he was discussing masturbation as calmly as car maintenance. I never wanted him to stop talking.

"If you just keep doing the same stroke over and over, one, you get bored, and two, your dick gets sore." I didn't think I'd ever heard anyone speak so frankly about masturbation, especially someone's dad. Of course, what he said made perfect sense, which perhaps made it all the more disturbing.

"'Course," and he pointed across the table, "these boys here're the experts on jerkin' their rods. They could write a dissertation on it!" They all laughed, and he finished up his lesson with a slap on my bare butt and the words, "But never too rough or you'll lose her in a flash."

I glanced over and saw the boys were listening just as raptly as I was. I also saw that both had their hands inside their briefs, fondling their meat while they listened to this lesson. With that, Mr. Akins served the ball and soon the game ended, the boys losing by only two points.

Mr. Akins' reaction was jubilant. "Yahoo!" he hollered and grabbed me in a bear hug, pressing his hairy torso against mine and filling up my senses with his musk. I expected a quick release, but he held on, roaring, "This Hank here's my good luck charm, helpin' me show these smart ass boys who's boss!"

I glanced nervously at the boys, wondering what their reaction would be to this extreme display of affection and suggestion of an alliance against them. But their faces beamed as bright as ever, as though they couldn't be happier with the outcome.

"OK, fellahs," Mr. Akins called as he finally loosened me from his embrace, "you know what comes next. Bring `em over here and present us our trophies." The boys skipped over laughing and stood side by side with their backs to us. They bent over, presenting their tails for the victory paddling.

"Oh, wait, this is too glorious a moment not to document." He turned towards the open glass door and hollered, "Hey, Bill, think you're gonna wanna bring your camera out here for this!"

The boys protested, but only half-heartedly and it seemed clear they were in fact pleased at this turn of events. They continued to bend over, eagerly wiggling their asses in anticipation of whatever was to come.

Before long, the captain stepped out on the patio, holding a camera and, like his guests, also wearing nothing more than a pair of white briefs. I marveled at the ease with which these men hung out together and envied it more than slightly. It made me appreciate all the more living at Buck's.

"Oh, this is quite a sight!" the captain exclaimed, admiring the boys' exhibited butts. "Let's make sure to get several angles!" He first posed the boys alone, and then Mr. Akins and me on either side, paddles held high and ready to strike.

Then he asked Mr. Akins to bend over in line, so that I was the lone paddler, and then had Mr. Akins and I switch roles. As he paused to come up with other poses, the boys started calling, "Hey, Captain, get this!" as they did other silly things to make a spectacle in front of the camera.

At one point, the boys bent Mr. Akins over and each grasping a cheek, posed side by side in front of his exposed hole with their cheeks touching and tongues out as though diving in for tasty snack. Hoots of laughter ensured. The men seemed to lose all inhibitions in the raucous fray.

After a few more shots, Jeff yelled, "Hey, let's play a game stripped naked!"