Sophomore Year 37
This short chapter starts with a quiet dinner in the kitchen. But then Buck uses his detective skills to learn about Hank's adventures that afternoon at the captain's and the origin of his new `panties.' Though Hank is initially bashful to reveal his activities, the conversation ends up bringing them closer.
As always, I thank my readers for their abiding patience while this chapter adds further texture to what is becoming the most important relationship for Hank. Many thanks as well to those whose correspondence continually inspires!
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Chapter 37
Buck's gym group—his `buddies'—had already come and gone. The house had been quiet since I'd returned from the captain's. Buck and I sat across from each other eating some dinner in the kitchen, both in briefs. He had smelled showered when I'd had my face buried in his furry chest an hour earlier. Like heaven after a light rainfall, I'd thought at the moment.
After a shower, Buck tended to hang around the house in briefs, and I was getting more and comfortable doing the same. Of course, at the slightest hint of athletic or strenuous activity, it was right to a jock strap under shorts or sweats. I had yet to see him walk around the house in just a jock strap but given his lack of modesty, wondered if it was only a matter of time.
As we ate quietly, Buck paged through a body building magazine while my eyes roamed over his magnificent chest, now more fascinating than ever since Mr. Akins had told me that Buck enjoyed `havin' his titties sucked on and played with," and that that was a contributing factor to the length and girth of his remarkable nipples.
I stared at those nipples, wondering how it must feel to have them worked over' as he'd put it. I tried to imagine all that might involve. When Mr. Akins had instructed me to rub sperm over my own and pinch and pull them while I jerked off in my panties,' it had felt truly amazing. And that was applying just a small portion of what he'd described in terms of techniques.
When describing how best to `work over a pair of titties,' he had mentioned pinching and tickling, of course, but also sucking and licking and alternating pressure and pace and temperature and rhythm. So many possible sensations, it made me a little dizzy to contemplate.
I wondered what it would be like to do the `working over.' Employing one's fingers to pinch and pull while employing one's mouth and tongue and breath to do much of the rest of the work. Pondering such thoughts while staring at Buck's chest across the table, for a second I pictured myself working over Buck's nipples and then just as quickly banished such crazy thoughts from my mind.
I instead focused on the opportunity to study the pattern of hair growth on Buck's chest, where it swirled and where it lay flat, the fuller and sparser regions. I had no chest hair myself, or really much body hair anywhere. My mom used to say that we were partly descended from the Aztecs and they were supposedly a very smooth people.
My swimming coach had insisted that some of the hairier guys on the team shave their bodies before a meet but said that I was already so smooth I could glide through the water like a seal. I was relieved but also a little curious about the infamous team `shaving parties' in the showers I'd heard about.
Looking at Buck's chest put me in mind of the various map types I'd studied in school, of topography and climate and the like, and fantasized about mapping the elevations and hair growth of Buck's chest. I imagined myself as a miniature explorer in pith helmet and binoculars, standing in the densely forested cleft between his pecs, peering up at the mighty summits and the massive nipples towering at their peaks. Needless to say, I was still a weird and nerdy kid.
I reflected on the many changes I'd been through in these few short days at Buck's. How my life and my self-image were starting a transformation. It was like a dream come true. Then I remembered the conversation I'd overheard between Mr. Akins and the captain, especially that part about Buck being crazy bout' me. That made me feel all warm and sparkly inside.
Buck glanced up at me, his face aglow with contentment. Seeing what must have been a goony smile all over my face, he gave a little laugh. "What?"
What, indeed? I could have answered in a million ways. That I thought he was the most incredible man in the world, even when he whacked me on the ass. Maybe especially then. That the modern-day Roman baths he'd created in the basement with the audacious jock racks and open showers and trough urinal scared the hell out of me and excited the hell out of me at the same time. That my world had turned upside down in the few days I'd been here. That a mere hour ago I'd experienced the most earthshaking climax of my life. That I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt as happy as I did at that moment.
Instead, I said, "You've got a crumb on your chin, sir."
"Get it for me, will ya?" and he stuck his chin out in my direction. I reached over and plucked if off. He immediately opened his mouth like a baby bird, gesturing for me to feed him. I laughed and stuck my finger in to leave it on his tongue.
He snapped his mouth closed and grabbed my wrist before I could yank my hand away. "Yum yum!" he growled like a cartoon monster, pretending to eat my finger, "Bestest desert!" I shrieked in laughter. "Mmm, sugar coating!" and he pretended to lick and suck my finger like a popsicle, making all kinds of noise.
I'm sure he meant it as silly horseplay—the type that my uncle would suddenly unleash on me at times—but the sensation of his warm mouth on my finger, as well as the slurping and moaning, brought back memories of that afternoon's session next door. Before I knew it, my nuts were heating up and I was getting hard.
"Stop it!" I squealed though still laughing as I tried to pull my hand loose.
"Meanie!" Buck let go and pretended to pout. "Won't let poor Da-Da have any treats! Well, then," and his tone changed, "he better get to washin' these dishes if he doesn't want poor Da-Da chewin' on his sweet butt cheeks!"
Buck's horseplay could get outrageous, but I was growing used to it. I stood up to gather our plates and utensils. Buck watched me closely. When my hands were full, he reached over and plucked the waistband of the briefs I was wearing.
"Say, these are nice."
"Uh huh," I mumbled as noncommittally as possible and turned towards the sink. I'd forgot that I was still wearing Mr. Akins' underwear. I'd thought to take it off when I got back, and to wash off all the dried cum plastered to my dick and balls, but something in me wasn't quite ready to dispose of all souvenirs of today's adventure.
I'm not sure why I was feeling so bashful about this. Buck seemed about the last person to criticize my behavior that afternoon. In retelling his encounter with the police behind Mel's, hadn't he basically admitted that he jerked off in his jock strap multiple times?
Buck had done nothing but encourage me to explore and express my manhood, so why was I suddenly feeling shy? Perhaps because this was all so new to me. Except for my uncle years ago, I'd never spoken openly to any grown up about the sexual feelings and behavior that were an increasingly central part of my life.
"They fit ya real good," he continued, stroking my butt cheek. "They look a little different than the ones you had on earlier. They new?"
"Uh, no, sir, not really." I was at a loss for words.
"No? So, where'd ya get `em?" I should have known that a man like Buck would not let such a topic drop easily.
"Uh, over at the captain's, sir." I mumbled, hoping the topic of conversation might change.
"And ya left yours over there?" I nodded yes.' "Shoulda guessed. My boys have left more their panties over there! I'd have to go collect em every coupla weeks." He laughed, "I used to say that place was a regular Bermuda Triangle for guys' panties!"
I laughed along, relieved that the tension felt a bit diffused. But only for a moment.
"Was Bobby Akins over there by any chance?"
"Uh, yessir, he was. Why?"
"Cuz those look like the brand he wears?"
"Really, sir?" trying to play dumb.
"Yeah, and," Buck sniffed a few times, "they got his musk on `em. So, y'all have a little panty exchange? He got yours?" Like a bloodhound, once Buck picked up a scent, he rarely gave up the trail.
"Um, yessir."
"That hairy little devil! Tricking a poor boy outa his panties! I wonder what state they'll be in when ya get em back. IF ya ever get em back. He's probably guardin' em now like a trophy. I'll have to give im what for next time I see him."
I was worried that Buck was truly angry, but then his tone changed, "So, ya had fun over there?"
"Uh, yessir." And I couldn't hide the ear-to-ear smile that bloomed across my face as I remembered.
"I bet." His smile mirrored my own. "They can get a bit wild sometimes but those fellahs overall are good guys. I wouldna sentcha over if I didn't think you could handle it."
"Yessir. They were real...friendly," was all I could manage to say.
"So, were his panties warm when ya put `em on?"
"Yessir." I blushed at the question.
"That's always nice. Felt good, I bet."
"Yessir, they did." The memory came back to me.
"And I'll bet his face lit up when he put on yours, huh?"
"Well, actually, I couldn't see, sir. I was in the laundry room with the door shut getting, uh, changed."
"Did he say they felt warm?"
"Well, no, sir. Actually, they were kind of...wet."
"Wet? What, you fall in the pool or somethin'?"
"No, sir, I, uh, had just, uh..." I couldn't say it out loud.
"Did you cream in your panties, Sailor?" I blushed. "Did our little Boy Scout cream in his pretty little panties?" Buck was gleeful. He grabbed my arm and pulled me onto his lap, wrestling and tickling. "I thought I caught a little whiff of that sweet boy juice!
"I didn't mean to, sir, I just...I mean, they told me to...I was just..." I tried to defend myself but couldn't stop laughing at his antics. My back was to him, and he kept pinching and tickling me all over, making me squirm in his lap and rub against his hairy body. He pretended to take bites out of my shoulder and neck, sending incredible shivers through me.
The scratchy warmth of his body was amazing as it wrapped around me. I loved it and could have stayed there forever but was worried about my own body's reaction to so many sensations. The more I struggled to get free, the closer and more intense the contact. I even felt his dick press up against my back and butt a few times.
"You mean thing, you!" Buck feigned injury. "Showin' off your pretty tail to that ole Bobby Akins and givin' away your first pair of creamy panties to him and not to your sweet lovin' uncle Buck. I'm gonna sue for emotional cruelty!"
Buck's silly antics had me laughing uncontrollably, but at the same time my nuts were starting to feel warm again. I hollered, "Lemme go, sir! Please! I gotta finish the dishes!" Not one to easily surrender, Buck hissed, "Promise I get the very next creamy pair!"
I screamed a laugh at this outrageous request.
"Promise!" and he intensified his onslaught. He reached around and grabbed a nipple in each hand, locked his mouth on my shoulder and bucked me from behind. The sensation was so intense that a few more moments of it would have me delirious.
"Ok, promise!" I relented.
Sitting still, Buck gently wrapped his arms around me, kissed softly me on the shoulder and whispered in my ear, "that's my boy." I felt like my heart was bursting. He released me and helped me back to my feet. I walked back to the sink trying to keep my back to him and to catch my breath.
"So, who else was there?" Buck went back to our casual conversation as though nothing had happened.
"Jay and Jeff." I tried to sound unperturbed.
"Oh, never a dull moment with those two around. They used to come over a lot and hang out with Jack. Bit rambunctious. They didn't try to getcha in trouble, now did they?"
"Well, they were talking about this girl Sheila that they're hoping to, uh..."
"Say no more. Think I got the picture. Those boys like to do everything together, and I mean everything!" He chuckled.
"And they kept talking about it and pretending to...lick her... right in front of Mr. Akins."
"Oh, wish I'd seen that!" Buck laughed.
"And later, after the boys left, Mr. Akins was telling me how Jay and Jeff are `stroke buddies of the first order.' I didn't know whether to believe him or not."
"Oh, believe him! I can show ya the cum stains on the sofa in there to prove it!" he laughed.
I marveled at how calmly Buck took in all this, which had seemed so scandalous to me. I decided to go on. "And he said that he and his son jerk off together sometimes!"
"Oh, and that's just the start." He laughed, "Him n Jay make me n Jack look like choir boys!" He sighed, "But he does love to see his boys havin' a good time. Can't blame `im for that." And he looked lost in thought for a moment.
Shaking himself out his reverie he returned to the subject at hand. "So, what'd you boys do?" Buck got up and stood beside me with a dish towel in hand and started drying.
"Played a couple games of ping pong."
"Spank butt ping pong by any chance?"
"Yeah," I laughed, recalling the silly game.
"Didja like it?"
"Yeah, it was pretty fun. I mean, it's silly, but it's neat because you can't go too easy on your teammate, but nobody can get too extreme."
"Right, it is pretty silly, grown guys spankin' each other's butts." He laughed. "So, they warm up your tail pretty good?" And he patted my ass.
"Yeah, pretty good. It's weird, but it actually feels pretty nice in between the spanks, your butt's kinda glowing or something while you're playing. Kinda wakes you up or something."
"So, now I know how to wake you up around here, huh?" and he gave my butt a sharp slap, making us both laugh.
I screwed up my courage and told him what I was dying to brag about. "And then we played a game bare-ass!"
Buck set his towel on the counter and turned to me as though stunned. "No kidding! My bashful little sailor who three days ago was cryin' `bout how he couldn't get the nerve to strip in front of anybody bared his ass in front of three strangers?"
We stared at each other wide-eyed and smiling. I nodded `yes.'
"But what magic is this? If this is Hank after three days what the heck's he gonna be like after a week? A month? By New Year's? Heaven help us all!!"