Sophomore Year
With lights out, Hank settles in to review and savor all he has experienced on this eventful day. However, an overheard phone conversation between Buck and his son adds one more layer of excitement that demands release before entry to dreamland.
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I turned off the bedside lamp and lay in the dark with my head was spinning from so many intense emotions felt in just a short time. That Buck apparently did not think twice about me seeing him totally naked demonstrated immense trust and acceptance. And that he seemed happy to claim me as `one of his boys' even more so.
The revelation that Mr. Akins and the captain had spermed in my briefs had shocked, and for a moment, petrified me. But Buck's explanation of their motives had brought enormous relief, helping me to see it in a positive light, as another gesture of acceptance into this community of men.
Buck's frisky horseplay I could only describe as intoxicating. I hadn't experienced much physical affection in my life, especially from men, so a deep void was finally getting filled. It felt so good that at moments it confused me.
I was relieved that Buck had not noticed his cropped T-shirt hanging over the chair. I had come across it the day before, tossed on top of the dryer. I'd assumed it was destined for the laundry, since it did not smell fresh, but rather carried his scent. In a moment of impulse, I'd snatched it and worn it to classes.
Buck was incredibly kind and generous in many ways but could be fearsome when someone wore his clothes without permission. For example, he had warned me that if I were to grab a pair of his briefs out of the clean laundry without asking, he'd force to me to load the dirty underwear in the washer with my teeth.
I was also relieved that he hadn't seemed to notice my hard on which still throbbed more than ever. I knew I had to take care of it or I would never get to sleep. But first I wanted to make sure there was no chance of another surprise visit from Buck.
I listened for sounds from across the hall. I could hear him walking around his room but did not hear any drawers open or other noises suggesting he was getting dressed. I heard him walk over to the tv and turned it on. He ran through a few channels and then turned it off. This was before remote controls became common.
I then heard him get in bed. I could hear him paging through a magazine and softly grunting in reaction. Then I heard him open a jar of something and I couldn't believe my ears! The slick smacking noises that followed sounded exactly like someone jerking off! I heard slow slippery strokes and periodic moans and gasps. I'd hear a page turn and then a new reaction. I was astounded.
The phone rang and I thought that would surely interrupt his stroking. He answered and then said, "Hey baby boy, how you doin'?" I figured it was Jack calling and was touched by the warmth in Buck's voice.
"No, this is a good time. I'm just road testin' this new lube Billy found." Now I was truly stunned. Was Buck admitting to his son that he was masturbating? I must have misunderstood. I was sure I would discover in a moment what they were really talking about.
"Oh, it's amazin'. So slick. Really glides on. Got the head all shiny like a light bulb, ha ha. So, what's up with you? Yeah?" And they seemed to carry on a conversation and meanwhile, I could still hear him stroking! Every now and then, Buck exclaimed, "Damn! This stuff is so smooth, it's like silk."
"Like those shorts I found at Mel's last year, remember how silky they felt on our balls? Oh, yeah!" At times I couldn't really follow the thread, especially when Jack seemed to be talking and Buck's end of the conversation mostly consisted of laughter and groans of affirmation and pleasure.
At one point, Buck started talking about the day and recounting how great it had gone with Charlie and how I had helped him with the swimsuit. "Yeah, caught im in his panties and he'd been playin' with it, so was all drippy when he came downstairs, just like somebody else I know." And he laughed for a bit. I was mortified to hear my performance' being so frankly discussed, but also a bit relieved that Buck's tone was not one of ridicule.
"And then Charlie's sittin' in the recliner like some sultan, y'know? An' orders him to do some jumpin' jacks right there and the poor kid's still half hard and bouncin' everywhere, like to give himself a black eye! Amazin'!"
Buck's tone while describing these potentially embarrassing events verged on admiration, which comforted me.
"And then he starts getting' into it and showin' off with some stretches. Did this hamstring stretch with his back to Charlie, spread out his legs real wide and bent over real slow. Thought Charlie's eyes were gonna pop out!" Buck laughed some more. "Oh, yeah, kid's a jewel, no doubt."
I was relieved to hear that my `showing off' had been viewed positively.
"And then we get Charlie to try on this suit that Hank found at Mel's. Fits im like you wouldn't believe. Like almost illegal. Like enough support to lift everything up and out, like those runnin' shorts ya got? But not enough to keep it all from bouncin' everywhere. I mean, the damn thing is mesmerizin' when he walks. Think Hank was blown away. Shoulda seen his face!"
So, it was obvious to others then, that I'd been mesmerized by Charlie in his suit.
"And then Charlie starts flexin' for Hank, puttin' on a real show. And Hank is givin' `im like one hunrit percent attention and Charlie's drinkin' it in like a drug. You know how he loves showin' off."
"Finally poor Charlie was so horned up from paradin' around in front of us in that thing and flexin', I knew I couldn't send him off like that. He'd get arrested! Haha. So, I give `im a real nice rub down before the rest of the guys got there."
This was like recalling that locker room conversation but even better because it was happening just across the hall and a lot of it involved me!
"What? Nah, I don't think he's ready for that. I sent him over to Billy's. He wanted help cleanin' his pool or somethin'. But get his, Bobby Akins is there, and I guess for a while Jay and Jeff, and they teach `im spank butt ping pong and he likes it!"
"And lord knows what that old goat Bobby does, but poor Hank comes home wearin' Bobby's briefs! Yeah, I could tell a mile off. Fit `im real nice, though. Yeah, apparently, they'd done a little panty exchange. And get this: he got Hank to cream in his undies! No tellin' what kinda hot shit he was pourin' in that poor kid's ears. Never had a chance with that horny devil!"
Hearing Buck describe my day allowed to me relive some of its most exciting moments and the fact that I was hearing them retold by someone else made it feel like watching a movie. I suddenly realized that I was so rock hard it almost hurt.
"Shoulda seen the look on his face when he walked in the door. Like he'd died and gone to heaven. I know he really needed that, too. Could tell his balls'd been fillin' up for days, poor fellah. And he's too shy to just jack it anywhere around here he might get caught."
It was embarrassing to hear my `condition' had been so obvious, though I suppose in some ways it was also a relief to know Buck's attitude was one of sympathy and understanding.
"What's that? Oh, yeah, after he's been here a while, he'll be like you boys, proudly jackin' it anywhere the mood strikes. Haha!"
"Yeah, he such a sweet kid but to tell ya the truth I think he's dyin' to really let his balls hang out, so to speak. Know what I mean? Just lose the timid thing and take pride in havin' a dick and what it can do. Like a certain young man I know."
Buck had expertly assessed my state of mind. My chronic shyness and lack of confidence had been suffocating me and the urge to break free was growing by the day. Then their conversation seemed to take another turn.
"Yeah, just like his dad, haha! What? Oh, boy, you start talkin' like that, you know what it does to your old man. Yeah? Oh, really? You, too? Tell me about it. Oh, shit son, like to see that!" At that point, Buck's end of the conversation reduced to grunts and groans and expletives.
The pace of his breathing mounted until, with a series of strained moans, he reached climax. "Damn, boy!" he sighed, "That was good. I needed that. Yeah, you'll have to try this jack jelly when you come home. I'll save you some."
With a tone like he was wrapping up the call, he said, "OK, I need to wipe up this mess. What? Really? OK, but only for you. Lemmee see..." And I heard a slight slurping noise and then a swallow.
"Mmmm, kinda bitter. Thick though. Lotsa protein, f'sure, but not sweet at all like some young guys I know. Hahaha. Hey, gotcher panties here to wipe up with. I'll save 'em for when ya get home. Call me soon. Love you baby. Bye."
I was amazed. Had Buck actually put his cum in his mouth? While he talked about it with his son? And discussed its flavor and texture? How was it possible this world had existed beyond my knowledge?
Overhearing Buck's conversation with Jack had me ready to burst. I had been fondling myself through my briefs and waited until I heard Buck's light snoring a few moments later. Then I pulled the briefs down, my hard on slapping my belly once released.
As I reached up to set the briefs by my pillow, my hand brushed against something. I felt more closely and realized it was the jockstrap that Buck had taken from the wall to compare its scent to the briefs I'd been wearing. I held it to my nose and took a deep breath.
I was comforted by the aroma, rich and smooth, almost like a strong cup of coffee. Then I felt the urge to compare it to briefs, as Buck had done. I sniffed one and then the other. And then again. Several times. Then I reached over and pulled Buck's T-shirt off the chair and sniffed it as well.
I could tell a difference between the jockstrap, which carried mostly my scent, and the T-shirt which carried Buck's scent mixed a bit with mine and the briefs which carried Mr. Akins' scent mixed with mine and a bit of the captain's. In between sniffs, I'd lay each on my belly and grab the next.
I'd always had a keener sense of smell than most people I knew but had never really associated scent with sexual arousal. But for some reason, holding these items close and feeling them against my face had me more excited than I could ever remember.
It may sound silly but holding the jock and the briefs and the T-shirt and feeling their texture brought the memories of the past few days even closer and the scents did too. I was leaking and rubbed it all over the head of dick.
I was starting to distinguish the scents of individuals, and as I did, their image arose in my mind. I saw each of them stroking himself to climax and spurting cum, at first into the empty air, and then onto the garment I held to my face and then I imagined them spurting onto me.
This may seem weird, but it had me rock hard. I started fondling and caressing my dick and balls with one hand while pressing each garment to my face with the other. My balls especially were crusty from the combined dried cum of Mr. Akins and the captain. That's where the scent on the briefs had come from. As I rolled them in my hand, I broke up the dried patches, and again the scent was released.
I felt like I was about to explode and that I had to come but wondered what I could wipe it up with. Towels were across the hall in the bathroom, too far. I didn't have another clean pair of underwear so I couldn't use the ones I was holding.
I decided to shoot into the jock strap. That seemed like what Buck would advise. But first I pressed it over my face to take one last deep whiff. The scent and texture brought scenes of the day rushing through my mind and before I knew it, I climaxed, gushing gobs of cum onto my belly, most of it landing on Buck's T-shirt that lay there.
I kept still for a few moments, catching my breath. I felt as if I'd just run a hundred-yard dash. The copious spurts had surprised me since I'd just come a few hours ago next door and thought I'd emptied my balls completely. It was a satisfying end to what had been an extremely stimulating day.
Wiping up the stray shots with the T-shirt, I noticed one had landed on my chin. I reflexively reached up to dab it off but paused, recalling Buck's phone call and Jack's instructions. Instead, I wiped it up with my finger and then opened my mouth wide and stuck out my tongue. Much like I had seen Mr. Akins do earlier, I licked my goo off my finger and then wrapped my mouth around it and sucked it clean.
The flavor and texture were beyond words, beyond description. More than tasting my seed, I felt it deep within me, completing a cycle, the ultimate gesture of self-acceptance and self-love a man could make. I became one with my manhood. A sort of euphoria made me feel like I was floating inches above the bed.
As I slowly calmed and returned to earth, I realized I was holding Buck's T-shirt, now soaked with my cum. The T-shirt I had purloined and worn without permission was now marked with my boy juice. I tried to imagine several ways in which Buck might react and none of them was pretty.
It was too late to rinse it out: the noise would surely wake Buck who would want to know what I was up to. Instead, I crept across the hall to the laundry basket and tucked it down low, under several layers of other briefs and socks and t-shirts.
I figured I'd start the washer first thing in the morning before Buck was any the wiser. I dozed off to sleep smugly pleased with my foolproof plan.