Sophomore Year 38
Another short chapter as Hank lies in bed, trying to puzzle out his reaction to many of the day's events. Buck drops in for a quick chat and sheds a bit of light.
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 38
That night as I got into bed a million different thoughts zoomed around my mind. The crazy series of events in a single day had changed me though I wasn't exactly sure in what way. The whole world somehow seemed new.
I looked around my room as though for the first time. The space itself was comforting with its simple sturdy furniture and reassuringly unpretentious décor. In stark contrast to my previous abode, it expressed and affirmed an easy masculinity that I found reassuring.
I looked at the jock strap and shorts and singlet that I had hung on either side of Jack's wrestling poster. It might seem weird to hang gym gear on the wall as though it were art, but I loved that I could so proudly display garments that revealed and so obviously recalled the most masculine aspects of my anatomy.
I looked at the closet door holding the mirror that Jack had so proudly splattered with repeated, probably daily, volleys of cum. The nightstand where I'd found a stack of photos focusing unabashedly on some of Buck's most virile attributes.
I looked at the desk where I studied and the chair where I'd hung Buck's cropped T shirt that I'd `borrowed' and worn to classes that morning. All that I saw around me kindled a sense of security and belonging in a community of men.
Yet, as I reflected on the day, the intensity of my feelings confused me. I suppose you might say I'd been a little slow in some aspects of my development. I used to get called a Goody Two-shoes because I was so quiet and meek. No one seemed to suspect that I might harbor feelings of lust or desire.
But in my head, I knew I wasn't innocent or pure of thought. My mind was often flooded with what used to be called dirty thoughts' that made my blood start pounding. They didn't strike me as very different from what I'd heard other boys talk about, so I always just took it for granted that I was fairly run of the mill.'
For example, the most arousing thing that had ever happened up until then had been in a locker room, overhearing these two guys talk as one described the blow job his girlfriend had given him the night before. He recounted in minute detail what she had done and how it'd felt and the noises she'd made. The other guy got so turned on he was gasping and moaning. I nearly shot my wad right there.
So, it was about sex with a girl, right? I used to replay that scene in my mind almost every time I beat off.
And that morning, listening to Chip talk about his sexual fantasies with the girls in the magazine had been super-hot. And then that afternoon listening to Buck describe what girls would like to do to Charlie's dick and balls after watching them displayed so proudly in that swimsuit.
And later playing bare-assed spank-butt ping-pong next door while Jeff and Jay mimed eating pussy together. And then Mr. Akins giving me a mini lesson in sucking a girl's titties, all this was about sex with women that had fired me up to smelting temperatures.
Even when rubbing out my monumental nut that afternoon, the men had egged me on by talking about sex with Sheila, alongside Jeff and Jack. It had all been so hot that just recalling it had me rock hard in no time.
I started fondling my balls through Mr. Akins' crusty briefs, breaking up the dried cum patches and releasing a potent aroma that immediately transported me back to that afternoon.
I was dying to rub out another one but first wanted to make sure that Buck was asleep and not going to catch me unawares in my room as he often did. He had an uncanny knack for popping up at the most embarrassing moments.
I listened for noise from across the hall. It was surprising sometimes how clearly I could hear what was going on in Buck's room. Especially at night when the rest of the house was very quiet, I could hear him snoring or sometimes when he'd toss and turn in his sleep or get up to use the bathroom.
Before long I heard him step out of his room into the hallway. "You still up, Sailor?" He called, surely noticing that my lamp was still on.
"Yessir." I replied as I heard him shed his briefs by the laundry basket, something he'd sometimes do right before bedtime.
"Hey, y'know what?" he asked, as though a sudden thought had interrupted his routine. I heard his steps approaching. I quickly sat up in bed and pulled the sheet up to cover my hard on, unable to imagine what I was likely to see next.
Like a vision, Buck appeared in the doorway bathed in golden lamplight, naked and holding his briefs in one hand. Wildly unthinkable for me but customary for him, Buck stood with complete naturalness as though fully dressed. As men often do after stripping down, he mindlessly fiddled with his privates a bit to air them out.
"You had quite a day today. Showin' off to Charlie in your drippy underpants."
"I wasn't trying to show off!" I earnestly protested.
"... and then," he continued as though he hadn't heard me, "playin' bare-ass spank butt ping pong with strangers. And swappin' out your spermy panties with Bobby Akins. That's a lot of steps forward for our shy boy here."
As he spoke, I only half-listened. I was absorbed by the realization that this was just about the ultimate demonstration of my acceptance into this clan of men. From my time in locker rooms, I'd observed that casual nudity was an indicator of in-group status. When among teammates and friends, most men I'd seen exhibited no discomfort and even seemed to enjoy conversations while naked.
Buck paused for a second, balled up his briefs and with an impressive jump shot, tossed them at the laundry basket across the hall. He froze briefly watching their trajectory and then turned to me, his expression jubilant, and pumped the air with this fist, "Score, Baby!" he crowed, "The kid's still got it!"
Clearly pleased with himself, Buck lifted his arm to lean against the door frame, ready to return to our chat. The sight of his bushy armpit took me back to my first afternoon there, when he reached up to a cabinet above my head and saturated my senses with his scent.
That he would casually enter my room and stand before me displaying his naked body felt like a prized gift, a badge of membership into an elite club. I imagined that this was a level of intimacy his sons had enjoyed regularly. The thought that I was now entitled to it filled me with a quiet joy that surely shone from my face.
"What ya smilin' at?" Buck asked, "Got another crumb on my chin?"
"No, sir," I smiled, "That was just a really nice jump shot."
In response, he mimed doing another, lobbing the phantom ball (or briefs) at me, again his genitals again bouncing along. "So," he stepped to the foot of my bed and locked his hands behind his head, as he'd taught me. "I was thinkin' we oughta celebrate this weekend. Zack'll be here. How `bout a little cookout and pool party at the captain's?
"Yessir!" I said, "That sounds great!"
"And, as the guest of honor, you can have yer pick o' any suit we got around here. Although," he paused and a mischievous smile crept across his face, "seems like I heard the cap'n lent ya one was a real showstopper. Wouldn't mind getting' a look at that."
His comment made me blush but also excited me a little and triggered another idea. "Um, sir, do you think we could wear those matching competition suits that Zack really likes? The ones in the photo in his room?" I hoped this was not overstepping.
Buck paused for a moment while the idea sunk in. Then he smiled, "Oh, so ya wanna be one o' the boys, do ya?"
I blushed again and nodded, my eyes wide in anticipation of his reaction.
"Boy, Zack'd sure love that!" he chuckled. "Now, it's probably not gonna cover much more than that little white number from the cap'n's stash. And Zack will wanna do a lot o' inspectin'. Up close. You gonna be OK with that, Sailor?"
While the idea was a little scary, the whole concept had me buzzing. After a second's hesitation, I enthused, "Yesssir, I will be fine."
"Well, alright then!" Buck enthused. "ya gonna be one o' my boys!"
I smiled and nodded.
"Well, then," and he walked around the bed towards me, "can't leave my boy without a good night smooch." I froze as this naked hulk of a man approached. I had no idea what to do. He leaned over and using one hand on my leg for support, placed his other gently on the back of my neck and kissed the top of my head, murmuring into my hair, "Sweet dreams, my sweet boy."
The moment was so delicious and filled a chamber of my heart that had been too long empty. A tear started to form. I sniffled.
"What's this?" Buck leaned back a bit and held my face up, inches away and eye-to-eye. I was about to throw my arms around his neck and thank him for the feeling, but then realized that the head of his dick was resting on the back of my hand. I had no idea what the protocol was in such situations so did not move. Besides, I wasn't sure if I wanted the contact to end.
"I'm just happy, sir. It's been a long time since anyone kissed me goodnight."
"Oh, well, then, we have to make up for lost time, is that it?" and back to joking mode, Buck started planting loud smacking kisses all over my head and face. It was sweet and silly and had me laughing in no time.
Suddenly he stopped and sniffed the air several times. "Is Bobby Akins in the room?" he asked, halfway teasing.
"No, sir, it's his briefs, I guess."
"Yeah, but you said they was dry when you put `em on."
"Yessir, they were."
"But...but then..." Buck suddenly pulled back the sheet and sniffed the air once. I was mortified that I had a hard on but relieved that he didn't seem to notice, immersed so deeply in his task. Then before I knew it he had his nose between my nuts sniffing like a blood hound. "Why do I smell his cum on your nuts?"
"No, sir, the only, uh, semen would be mine. I, uh, released into my briefs and then kind of..rubbed it all over my, uh..all over me, and well, that's where..."
"No, somethin' doesn't add up." Buck jumped up and grabbed my jock strap off its hanger and returned to the bedside. He placed the pouch of the jock strap over his face and took several deep breaths. "Nice." He uttered, almost to himself.
"OK, now," and he shoved his nose back up into my nuts. "Clearly not the same. "There is at least one grown man's cum on your balls and maybe two."
This didn't make sense to me. "But that's not possible, sir."
"No?" he pondered and started pacing around the room. I couldn't help but notice that his dick looked slightly more engorged as it bounced with each step. "Did you have your panties on the whole time until you took `em off to trade?"
"No, sir." I explained, "Captain Bill wanted to take some pictures of me cleaning the pool and lent me some shorts to wear for that. He told me to hang up my briefs in the laundry room to let them air out a bit."
"And how long was that for?"
"A couple of hours, I guess."
"And were they dry by the time you put `em back on?"
"Well, no sir. I guess I'd forgot how wet they were. I mean they actually felt wetter. Much wetter. Like, I guess I had shot a load in them and not realized it. It was such a crazy afternoon."
"I see. And did anyone else go into the laundry room while your panties were hangin' in there?"
"Why, yessir. First Mr. Akins..." and suddenly the image of him strolling back out to the patio totally calm and relaxed, licking his fingers and bragging about his `marksmanship' came back to me.
"And then the captain..." and I remembered seeing him drying his hands on a small towel and scolding Mr. Akins for being a bad influence.
Now that I reviewed the event of the afternoon, I saw them in a new light. But the implications filled me with dread. "They wouldn't have jerked off into my briefs! They'd have no reason to, right?" I suddenly recalled the cruel teasing and hazing in locker rooms and felt a cold knife in the pit of my stomach. I looked at Buck for answers in my mounting panic.
Buck stopped his pacing and gazed at me kindly, clearly pained by my confusion. He stepped close and sat on the side of the bed. As he spoke, he tenderly stroked my hair and cheek. "Son, I can guarantee ya nobody meant any harm. Least of all, those two."
"But.." I was dumbfounded by the realization.
"It's a hormone thing. See, to a grown man, the scent of a boy's drippin's can be a beautiful thing. `Specially if it's his son's. Or a boy he's feelin' fatherly towards." And he gently pinched my nipple with a wink.
"It's like a little tree just startin' to sprout. Yer testosterone's just startin' to ripen, ya might say. And for a lotta grown men, it reminds us of a very important time in our own lives and gives us a powerful, almost irresistible urge to add to it, to nourish it with our own mature hormones to help it along."
I slowly took this in. "So, you think they..."
"Oh, I'm pretty sure ole Bobby has never resisted the urge."
"So when I put them back on..."
"Yer balls were feelin' the combined cream of both Bobby and the captain. And all that alpha male testosterone on yer nuts woulda given ya a world-class hard on."
"Yes..." I remembered how powerful my erection was.
"And there's no better lube for strokin' your rod than a fresh load or two. Feels like silk."
I recalled how both men instructed me to rub the contents of my briefs all over my balls and to stroke with it. And how amazing it had felt.
"And that's why I bet it was one of the best loads ya ever shot in your life, right?" I nodded. "Think of it as a welcome gift from `em."
I nodded again as I absorbed his words.
"That make ya feel better `bout it?" he asked.
"Yessir." I smiled and looked Buck in the eye.
"Well, good. `Cuz I'm pretty damn sure that ain't gonna be your last one!" He laughed and with a warm kiss to the tip of my nose, said, "Meanwhile, sweet dreams, my sweet Sailor Boy!"
And the next instant I was watching his furry butt flexing its way out the room.