Sophomore Year 42
Zack returns from next door just in time to join the fitting session and brings a surprise of his own to the party. The male bonding picks up momentum promising an unforgettable weekend.
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Chapter 42
The screen door slammed shut behind him as Zack ran to the stairs hollering, "Hey, waita' ya see what he got me!" I threw Buck a questioning look, but he just winked in response, his eyes twinkling.
"They're just like dad's!" Zack's voice fast approached. "And he laced `em up for me, it was really fun!" He burst to the top of the stairs and then froze at the sight before him.
Instead of the briefs he'd left in, Zack was now wearing a pair of football shorts. As he said, they were just like his dad's, except a different color. Buck's were a light gold with blue stripes up both sides; Zack's were the inverse: light blue with gold.
The fit was so tight, I wondered if he'd needed as much help squeezing into them as I had. They helped show off the slight musculature of his shirtless torso and my first thought was that they looked really good on him.
Buck let out a wolf whistle in appreciation. "Well, would ya look at that! My boy's ready to take the field!" Zack giggled at the praise. "Come here, son, and stand next to your new brother and lemme get a good look at whatcher packin' there!"
Zack practically jumped to my side in a wide stance and quickly locked his hands behind his head as I had learned to do in these situations. Buck began his usual `dressing room' inspection with little pulls and tugs here and there, smoothing out wrinkles and adjusting the fit while muttering words of admiration and praise.
I looked at Zack's face, half expecting to see a nervous expression, perhaps projecting my own adolescent awkwardness during any type of intimate inspection. Boys can be extremely self-conscious about their developing bodies. But Zack was almost purring from that attention.
Grabbing Zack by the hips, Buck turned him around and inspected the rear with equal attention and care. He ran his fingers around the inside of the legs and smoothed the fabric across his boy's butt cheeks. Buck winked at me as he gave the waistband a quick yank upwards and chuckled as Zack gasped when the center rear seam pressed tight against his hole.
Turning Zack back around to face him, Buck gently tugged on every turn of each lace, pressing his fingers into his son's meat. "Hope they put extra strength laces in here `cuz they gonna be doin' double duty tryin' to hold all this boy meat in place." Zack laughed gleefully at his dad's teasing.
I felt happy for Zack because I knew how warm Buck's affectionate touch and bawdy praise made me feel inside and I knew he must be feeling something similar. Zack, meanwhile, breathlessly recounted how the captain had surprised him with the shorts and helped him try them on and lace them up.
I tried to picture the moment and wondered if maybe Zack and the captain had enacted the very scene I'd just gone through with Buck, what he had referred to as `kind of a rite of passage and a special moment for both.'
"And let me guess," Buck once again seemed to read my mind, "did all that pokin' and ticklin' give my boy a stiffie?"
"Yeah," Zack giggled, "and Cap'n Billy says he thinks it's bigger than when he last saw it."
"I'll bet it is, son. He ain't seen ya in a month and you're at that stage when ya get growth spurts. Besides," he added, cradling his own crotch with one hand, "you take after your ole man." They both laughed a moment. "We'll have to get out the tape measure this weekend," to which Zack nodded in wide-eyed enthusiasm.
"Well," Buck went on in more serious tone, "I can't imagine any dad feelin' prouder of his boy than I am lookin' at you in those shorts, son. You're lookin' like a real stud." Zack's face nearly glowed at this praise.
"Hey, you should wear these when ya give yer muscle show for the buddies. I know they're gonna love seein' you in these." Zack's face lit up at the prospect. Then Buck turned to me, waking me from my stupor, "Whaddya you think, Sailor? Think this boy here's earned his laces?"
I wasn't exactly sure what Buck was referring to, but without hesitation exclaimed that I thought he looked amazing and that the shorts looked like they were made for him. Seemingly satisfied with the praise bestowed, Buck then turned back to Zack.
"Hear that, son? Your new brother thinks you look pretty terrific in those shorts." Zack smiled at me ear to ear. "And he's got him a new pair of shorts himself we just cut off. How ya think they look on `im?"
Zack skipped around behind his kneeling dad and draped himself over Buck's shoulders to watch as Buck went back to fidgeting with the laces on my shorts. "Wow!" Zack exclaimed, "I can see his jock strap right through the laces!"
"And it's a real nice one, huh?" and as if to illustrate his point, Buck lightly stoked the jock pouch itself. "Real soft. Feel it." I couldn't believe my ears. In shock from being poked so directly, I jumped back slightly and started to lower my arms.
"Arms up!" Buck barked and then resumed his gentle purring tone as he guided Zack's hand to feel my jock pouch. "Easy now, don't get all worked up and start pokin' too hard. What is it we say?" he quizzed his son.
I couldn't imagine any sort of memorized lesson for a moment like this, but then remembered how I'd been taught to recite, "Keep `em strapped. Trust the pouch," which turned out to fit a need I hadn't even known existed.
Zack recited in a singsong, "Gentle and sweet for a mighty nice treat."
"That's right, and I'll bet if you keep that up, in no time you might see a sweet little drop appear."
"Really?" Zack's eyes grew big. "Can I taste it?"
"Well, first you'll have to tease it out, woncha? Tell ya what, I'll help." Buck looked up and me and barked, "Spread 'em , Sailor, nice and wide." I complied and to my amazement, Buck reached between my legs and started pressing his fingers tips into my taint.
"See, right back here, behind his nuts," he explained to his son, "is where that prostate we've talked about is. And just applying some gentle pressure..." which he did causing me to take in a huge gulp of air, "helps get the pump runnin'. Now, tell me how's he got his meat positioned."
"At six o'clock, right, Dad?"
"That's right, son. Exactly at six o'clock. So, start up at the base and give it a little push and then keep pressin', a little farther down each time, just like a tube o' toothpaste, kinda helpin' squeeze it out."
I couldn't believe what was happening. It was a surreal, out-of-body experience. Thinking it must be a hallucination, I glanced up into the mirror, expecting it to reveal another, more mundane scene.
But no, reflected there as well was a father and son kneeling before me, staring at my crotch as the dad instructed the boy in how to best coax a drop of precum from my stiffening dick. I had never read about or heard of anything like this before, and yet it felt oddly familiar.
"Hey, Dad, it's gettin' bigger!" Zack exclaimed, excited and proud of his work.
"That's a good sign, son. Means you're doin' it right. Nice and gentle gets the job done. Not too rough."
Between the pressure of Buck's rubbing circles under my prostate and Zack's gentle massaging, I felt a little dizzy and very excited. The moist warmth of their breath tickled my nuts. I could tell the drip factory was open and heating up. Before long, a large drop of pre-cum seeped through the jock pouch.
"Look, Dad!" Zack yelled excitedly.
"Good work there, son. Now, ya gonna take a little taste?"
"Can I?" his eyes were wide.
"Better ask your brother." Buck's referring to me as Zack's brother, and not `new brother' or any other qualifier made me even weaker in the knees and I detected yet another drop already leaking into my foreskin.
"Quique," Zack whispered up at me, as though this were just between us, "OK if I taste your cock honey?"
Wordlessly, I shook my head in assent, my throat dry, my mind reeling.
"Here," Buck interceded, "I'll get it for ya," and he gently poked right below the drop, causing it to fall onto his fingertip. He held it up in front of both their faces to admire. "Look how it glistens in the light, son, pure and fresh from the source. That's the seed of life right there, a man's most precious gift."
Then he slowly raised it to Zack's waiting lips. He gently inserted his fat finger into his son's open mouth. Zack wrapped his lips around his dad's finger and closed his eyes while he licked and sucked my dew drop.
"That's it," Buck cooed, "Good boy. Not too fast. Take your time. Make sure you get it all. Don't waste any."
Before I knew it, this crazy scene had me leaking another drop through the pouch. "Look, Dad!" Zack called excitedly, "Another one already!"
"You must be doin' it just right, Son, and that's your reward. Now, you gonna be greedy, or you gonna share with your old man?"
Zack giggled and following his dad's example, gently poked right beneath the drop, luring it onto his fingertip. I thought this drop looked bigger resting on his smaller finger. He held it up for them both to admire, and then slowly brought it to his dad's waiting mouth.
His dad stuck out his tongue to receive it. As Zack inserted his finger, Buck slowly closed his lips around it, and playfully moaned as he licked and sucked it off. I remembered the sensations when he'd done that to my finger at the dinner table the other night. It was mesmerizing.
I could tell another drop would not take long to appear and wondered if they might feed it to me this time and if I could ask. I wondered whose finger it might be and then pictured them both feeding me a drop at the same time. The idea made me shudder. I felt like I was in some crazy dream.
Meanwhile, Buck's hand had slipped from Zack's hip to gently caress his butt cheek. Seeming distracted for a moment, his fingers stoked up and down seeking something. "Hey, you freeballin' in these things?" Buck asked.
It took Zack a moment to wake up from his cock honey induced stupor. "Cap'n Billy had me take off my underwear to put these on. He says guys don't wear briefs under shorts like these."
At first, I thought that might upset Buck, that the next-door neighbor was telling Zack to strip naked in front of him. But then I remembered how free and casual these guys were about nudity and figured it was probably nothing unusual.
"That's right, son." Buck agreed but then looked puzzled. "And he didn't have a jockstrap for you to wear instead?"
"He had one I used to wear last year, and we tried it on but it's too small now. He says my balls are really startin' to drop and getting' too big for the `youth' pouch on that one."
Buck seemed pleased at this explanation. "That's my boy. He's outgrown a `youth' size jock ahead of schedule. A real Bryant man." Then another thought occurred to him. "And so where are your panties now?"
"Oh," Zack paused to think for a minute, "I guess I left `em over there."
Buck looked up at me with a wry smile and muttered, "What'd I tell ya? A regular Bermuda Triangle for boys' panties over there." Then turning back to Zack, "And was Mr. Akins over there by any chance?"
"Yeah," Zack nodded, "and he offered me five dollars for my underwear, but the Cap'n said I'd have to ask you."
Buck looked up at me again and we shared a look. I was starting to get a clearer idea of Mr. Akins. To Zack, he asked, "Remember the last time you left your panties when Mr. Akins was there? How long it took to get `em back?"
"Yeah," Zack conceded, "and when I did, they were all sticky."
"Yep, they sure were," his dad chuckled.
"And you made me wear `em all weekend, too." Zack recalled, "As a lesson not to leave my underwear around."
"And a lot o' good it did, I see." Buck laughed. "But as I recall, you didn't complain about wearin' `em, didja?"
"No, sir." Zack recalled, "At first they felt a little weird but then it felt really nice." I wondered if he had the same reaction I'd had when I pulled on the briefs that Mr. Akins and the captain has christened with their sperm. I swore that I could sense the testosterone in all that jizz seep into my nuts and supercharge them with male energy.
"Well," Buck concluded, "Be thinkin' about if you want those panties back or ya want that five dollars." More to me he added, "Now, I don't mind my boys makin' an honest buck like that, but I don't want anybody takin' advantage. Or let the temptation of fast money lead `em to somethin' they regret."
These seemed to me like sensible if unconventional lessons.
"Meanwhile Buck turned back to his son, "maybe get yer bag outa the car and start putting your stuff away. I wanna see how your new shorts gonna look with your jock pouch peeking out from behind the laces."