Sophomore Year 45
Hank witnesses firsthand the benefits to boys who practice careful hygiene. A family dinner in front of the TV includes time for bonding. The conclusion of Hank's first week at Buck's draws closer. The next chapter may take a bit longer to appear. Hopefully, your patience will feel rewarded.
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Chapter 45
The sounds of laughter and splashing water from the basement made me wonder what the guys were up to. Whatever it was it sounded like fun. Just about the time I'd convinced myself to go have a look, I heard the water stop running. Thinking they'd be up soon, I turned the heat back on under the chili and set it to `low'.
Not long after, I heard Zack fly up the stairs and race to the kitchen. Flushed and smiling and once again in his customized undies, he paused at the doorway for another of his breathless announcements. "That Tail Pipe Cleaner is awesome! Have you tried it? Wow, it smells great in here! Dad'll be up in a second. I gotta go grab him some fresh panties. Any requests? I was gonna get the Hanes."
I laughed and shook my head no.' "I'm sure you'll choose right," I called to his bare butt as he flew out the room. I laughed that Zack had acquired Buck's habit of calling men's briefs panties,' something I guessed Buck had picked up in the Navy.
A minute later, Buck sauntered into the kitchen looking very relaxed. He carried his football shorts in one hand but was otherwise completely naked. His jockstrap I guessed he'd hung on the Jock Rack, ready for tomorrow's early morning training.
He opened the fridge and bent low to pull a beer from the bottom drawer, exposing his forested crack in my direction. "Thought I still had a Falstaff in here somewhere," he muttered to himself. As he rummaged around, his furry balls swung lazily between his legs.
Finding his beer, he then casually leaned against the counter just a few feet across from where I sat. He took a long pull from the bottle and sighed, "Whoa, that shower sure hit the spot." I'd seen Buck with no clothes on a few times by then, but only in the dim light of my room. Here in the brightly lit kitchen, many more details stood out, and I did my best not to stare. "That chili smells great." Buck seemed totally comfortable standing right in front of me naked but facing his hairy crotch at eye level made me squirm a bit. Feeling awkward, I got up from the table and walked to the stove and fiddled with the burner.
Looking me over, Buck said, "I see you changed. Fit a quick shower in too?" I nodded `yes.' As I passed him again on my way back to the table, he grabbed my arm and pulled me close to smell my hair. "Mm, nice," he purred and let me go with a little slap to my butt.
We both turned as Zack ran in holding a pair of briefs. "I got the Hanes, is that OK?"
"Whatever this sweet boy chooses." Buck responded and making as though to take the briefs, grabbed Zack's arm instead and pulled him into a backwards hug, eliciting a string of giggles. "I don't get to see near enough of his little monkey, so I'll do whatever's gonna make `im happy."
Zack looked at me with a big smile on his face. I marveled at the ease of contact between the two. I pondered how Buck's hairy front must feel as it rubbed against Zack's back and bottom. I figured his genitals must be pressing somewhere against Zack's lower back. Zack must notice that,' I thought, imagining myself in his place, How could he not?'
"What is it you like about these?" Buck asked as he took the briefs from Zack's hand.
"Well, they're nice and soft," Zack said as he brushed his fingers over them, "and I like the way they fit ya. Like Superman."
Bucked snorted a laugh of delight. "Nice and soft, eh?" and he gently wiped the briefs over Zack's mouth and nose. Zack showed no signs of distress. I was sure he was well used to this sort of play. "I'll be happy to wear em for ya, son. Ya wanna help me put em on?"
Zack turned around and took the briefs from his dad. He held them out just below knee height. Placing a hand on Zack's shoulder to steady himself, Buck stepped into the briefs, which Zack then proceeded to pull up his legs. Buck locked his hands behind his head.
Getting to his hips, Zack managed to slip the waistband under Buck's balls. Pretending he was trying to pull them up all the way, he gently tugged making Buck's balls and dick bounce in front of him. "Uh-oh," Zack laughed, "something's caught, Dad. With all that hair, I can't tell what it is, but I can't get `em up."
Buck looked over at me and rolled his eyes. We both laughed at his son's hijinks. "Better be careful with all that bouncin'," Bucked caressed Zack's cheek, "no tellin' where that hairy thing might land." Buck then cupped his meat in his hand and nodded for Zack to lift the briefs over it.
With his briefs finally on, Buck returned to a more serious mood and asked me, "so how much longer `fore we eat?"
Lifting the lid and giving a stir, I said, "Should be plenty hot in about ten minutes," and set the timer accordingly. I'd prepared the table for us, but Zack realized it was just about time for Friday Night Wrestling, one of his favorite shows. He asked if we could eat dinner on the couch watching TV. It sounded fine to me and apparently to Buck, too.
"Is it ok if I sit on the couch without a sheet, Dad?" Zack asked, "I really got my butt really clean just now."
"I'll say," Buck chuckled, "Didn't think I was ever gonna get ya offa that Tail Pipe Cleaner. Tell ya what, let's have a look just the same." Buck slid out a kitchen chair and turned it around. Taking a seat and spreading his legs, he then pulled Zack over to him and turned him around by the hips.
"OK, Son, you know the drill. Stand with your feet outside mine and grab your ankles." I admired Zack's limberness as he effortlessly jackknifed his torso, his forehead almost grazing his knees. The ragged edges of the hole in his briefs formed an almost a perfect circle framing his rump.
Buck leaned in close and studied his son's butthole as though he were reading a book. "We're gonna have to get some of that Herbal Essence shampoo tomorrow. That stuff had your little button smellin' like a rose."
Buck took a series of sniffs from different angles. "Hmm," he noted, "still, it's got a nice clean scent. Ya did a thorough job, Son. Ya definitely got it kissable clean." And he landed a loud theatrical smooch which sent Zack into peels of giggles.
"Hey, Quique," Zack looked over his shoulder at me, "wanna take a sniff?" I froze. Deep down, the idea of taking a whiff did kind of intrigue me, but it would have required an amount of courage I was not feeling at that moment. He added as though to encourage me, "Jack does all the time."
Buck looked at me sympathetically, as though he'd like to relent but wasn't going to. "You really should check out what that Tail Pipe Cleaner can do. This kid's a fanatic. He'd stay on it all day if I let `im. Come have a look." And he pulled up another chair right beside him.
I shyly walked over and sat down. Zack shifted his hips a bit more more in my direction. "OK, Wild Man, wanna see if you can spread `em any more for us?" Zack giggled and reached back and with a hand on each cheek pulled to open them slightly wider. I gazed a very pink asshole.
"See? Wouldja look at that!" Buck marveled. "So clean it's shiny, like polished brass." He gently traced here and there with his finger. "And I can guarantee ya, ya ain't gonna find a single trace of ass booger or toilet paper or lint or nothin' `tween this boy's legs. That's how clean it is. Why, you could eat your dinner right off this butt!" and he gave it a playful slap that made Zack giggle all the more.
"Now, one thing ya gotta be careful about with such a strong blast of water," Buck cautioned, "is irritation. See how his tender little ass lips," and here he gently poked at his son's butthole, "are kinda swollen?"
I nodded for indeed, now that I looked more closely, they did look a little puffy and I said so. "Right?" Agreed Buck, "We could put some lipstick on `em and they'd be prettier than some girls' lips, right?" he elbowed me laughing.
"Hey, Dad, can we really do that?" Zack asked enthusiastically. I marveled at the uninhibited spirit of the boy.
"Sorry, Son," Buck's tone sobered, "Your little rosebud is still very delicate and something like that would irritate it and we don't nothin' burnin' your little pucker hole, do we?" We all laughed. "Speakin' of which, I think I got some nice ointment upstairs that'll soothe it after all your sprayin' today."
Buck got up from his chair. "Tell ya what, Sailor, I'll head upstairs to get it and you take over here. Give it a good inspection and while you're at it, a sniff test. When I get back you can tell me how clean ya rate it, OK?" and before I could react, he was gone.
"Yeah, Dad says ya gotta get up real close to inspect it correctly." I scooted my chair a bit closer. "Hey, while you're back there, tell me if you see any hair on my ass. OK? Andy at school already has some."
I looked for hair. I found some small patches and tufts. "Yeah, I said, you're getting some."
"Cool!" Zack sounded very pleased. "Hey, touch it so I can tell where it is." Shrugging my shoulders, I lightly touched the hairs I could find. I had to look close because the hairs were very fine and sparse and light colored and not readily visible.
"OK, I think that's all of it." I concluded. "You're definitely growing up."
"OK, now sniff it," Zack commanded. His sudden imperious tone made me laugh but I did lean in close and sniffed around. Zack giggled. "That tickles."
"Sorry," I apologized, "I'm kind of new at this."
"I'm not complaining," Zack clarified, "I like it. It feels good. It just tickles some. But like, in a good way. Don't stop."
Back to sniffing, I had to acknowledge there was no "butt smell." Just a clean scent of soap and skin. I couldn't tell if I detected a faint trace of the Herbal Essence I'd smelled the day before or not, but still it was a very clean and pleasant aroma overall. I said so.
"So, kiss it then!" he ordered in a halfway joking tone.
Several thoughts ran through my mind. `Kiss my ass!' had always sounded like one of the worst insults you could hurl at somebody. It implied that was the most demeaning, unpleasant place on a person you could kiss.
And yet, at that moment, with this shiny clean fresh little `rosebud' staring me in the face, it didn't seem any of those things. It struck me as an intimate gesture of affection and bonding. Without another thought, I leaned in lightly planted a kiss on his puffy little butthole.
"Mm..." Zack cooed, "that was nice. You kiss really good. Do you kiss a lot of girls?"
Walking back in the room at that moment, Buck came to the rescue. Looking pleased to find his boys getting along so well, he said. "Now, don't be pesterin' your brother here to talk about his girls. He'll get to that in his own sweet time when he's good n' ready."
Relieved I scooted over so Buck could take his seat in front of Zack. He slowly opened a tube of some ointment and squeezed a small bit onto this finger. "Now, this might sting a little bit at first, but it's gonna help soothe that angry looking swellin', OK?"
"My butt's not angry," joked Zack, "it's happy cuz my new brother was just kissin' on it real sweet." We all laughed, then grew quiet as Buck slowly and carefully brought his finger to his son's pucker hole and lightly dabbed a tiny bit of the cream. Zack gasped and jumped a tiny bit. "What? Did that hurt?" Buck sounded worried.
"No, it just surprised me is all. It's a little cold. But it feels nice." Relaxing again, Zack commanded, "Do some more, Dad."
"Excuse me, Your Highness?" Buck feigned shock.
"Sorry, sir," Zack apologized, "Sir, please do some more, sir, please."
Laughing, Buck had another idea. "Tell ya what," he set the tube of ointment down beside him, "instead of you standin' there like that, let's getcha more comfortable." And holding Zack by the hips, he helped him straddle face down, resting his forearms on the floor in sort of a frog dive with his butt in the air between his dad's legs and his legs spread wide to either side. "That good?" he asked.
"Yessir," Zack answered from the floor, "this way feels like you can get at me better."
Buck then applied more ointment to his finger and leisurely rubbed it on and around his son's anus, varying the direction and speed of movement. Small quick circles followed by gentle taps at the center, then dabs around the perimeter and then tiny pushes on his taint. He seemed a bit lost in the task.
"Ooh, Dad," Zack moaned, "That feels really good. I can tell it's makin' it better."
"Well, Sweet Boy," Buck responded, "you're so good about keeping my little rosebud all clean and pretty," and he winked at me as he said, "it's one of your specialties. You deserve a little TLC."
I watched fascinated, never having witnessed such intimacy before. I imagined myself as Buck, gently tending to the boy's swollen ass lips, and then as Zack, feeling Buck's tender ministrations. Both scenarios made me feel warm and dreamy.
Suddenly, the timer rang, reminding us that dinner was ready. "I might just have me a little dessert before dinner." Buck teased, "Think it'll spoil my appetite?" He bent down and placed a loud Bronx cheer square on his son's cherry blossom.
We all laughed and readied for dinner. Buck insisted we wash our hands with soap and water at the sink before eating, and then we passed around a hand towel. I served up the bowls of chili and everybody took a spoon and napkin off the kitchen table and headed into the living room. I brought the salt and pepper and a fresh beer for Buck.
We sat back and ate our chili as the show was about to start. Zack said the chili was delicious and asked, since I was half Mexican and made such good chili, if it was something `native' to my culture. I chuckled and assured him I had definitely not learned to make it from my Mexican mother who thought the dish was an abomination, but rather at a restaurant I'd worked at in high school.
"Makin' chili is one of Hank's specialties, y'know," Buck added, "just like keeping a super clean rosebud is one of yours. All my boys got their specialties."
Watching wrestling on TV turned out to be fun and we followed the drama and commented on our takes on the various characters and matches. Zack clearly preferred the more muscular wrestlers and commented on their builds and the fit of their trunks. I felt a little timid to express my observations on the wrestlers, but Buck joined right in.
Once he was done and had taken his empty bowl to the sink, Zack returned to the couch, but instead of sitting between us, he started to lie down with his head on his dad's lap and his feet on mine.
"Hey, flip around." Buck told him, "Poor Hank don't need your feet in his face, not after he made you that nice dinner." Zack changed positions, lying sideways facing the TV with his head on my lap and feet in his dad's.
With Zack settled, we returned to cheering those wrestlers we chose as heroes, usually the best built guys in the tightest and briefest trunks I noticed. It was a very fun Friday night dinner. Buck would often make comments on specific attributes of a wrestler's build. He pointed out a few whose nipples were prominent and compared them to mine.
To Zack he said, "Hank here was worried that his nips were too puffy, but I told him a lotta guys'd love to have nips like his."
"Yeah, I think they're really cool!" Zack agreed and stuck his hand inside my shirt to touch one, causing me to gasp and hunch over a bit.
"Feels nice havin' `em touched, huh?" Buck added softly, caressing his own with one hand and his son's with another.
"Jack likes havin' his pinched like this." Zack offered, as he gave my nip a series of pinches, some gentle, some less so. I moaned in reaction.
"There ya go!" Buck cheered. "Trick is now to keep it up, play with em every day, get em good and sensitized. Try different stuff and find out what feels good to ya. Every guy's different."
"Yeah," I couldn't believe I was discussing this comfortably. Just days ago, I'd have run from the room. "Mr. Akins tickled them with an ice-cold beer bottle. That was pretty intense."
"Well, he should know. That's sorta one of his specialties. Hey, Zack, hold his shirt up a sec, will ya?" He then softly touched the heel of his beer bottle to the tip of my nipple. "Y'mean, kinda like this?"
My eyes rolled back in my head from the sensation I could only describe as heavenly. "That's my boy." Buck cooed, "That's it, get your nips workin' for ya. Take ya on a little trip to wonderland." I rolled my head from the intensity, while Zack pinched and rolled one nipple, Buck tickled the other with his cold wet bottle.
"And look," he said to Zack, "hardly shrinkin' at all from this cold. That's a nip made for hard work, woudn't ya say?" Zack nodded in agreement and pinched a bit harder. Sensations I'd never known were flooding through me.
"Now," Buck turned back to me, "what's really nice is to follow up something cold with something nice and warm...and maybe wet." I gave him a puzzled look, trying to focus on his words. He winked as he stuck out the tip of his tongue and wiggled it back and forth. It made me shiver all over.
With no warning, Zack cut loose a thunderous fart, changing the mood instantly. I was so embarrassed for him that I assumed we'd stay silent pretending that nothing had happened. But Buck just chuckled as though at a favorite joke and asked, "Oh, so you think that was a good one?"
He then lifted his hips from the couch and let rip an incredibly long loud one that I swear sounded like a slide trombone. It was at first shocking and then so silly, we all burst out laughing. Meanwhile, the wrestling match paused for a commercial.