Date: Tue, 19 Dec 2006 21:52:59 -0800 (PST)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kyle and Hank - Chapter 16

I had asked for it; was I ready for it?  And then it hit me again; I don't
know why, but it just didn't click with reality half the time.  This was my
roommate, that I had known less than a week.  He was gay and he was going
to fuck me!  Shit!  I still couldn't believe it all was happening to me.
Maybe it was all an elaborate dream.  But I didn't think so.  I hoped not,
as I pulled his arm more tightly against me and tried to find sleep and
that dream again.

I had actually not thought I would get back to sleep, but I must have
drifted off because I woke to my crack being massaged by Hank's hard cock.
Was he starting without me?  But I went ahead and pushed back against him.
He was so hard, and it felt so right to have him working against my ass
that way.  But I wanted more!  I started moving my ass around, and I must
have moaned, because Hank came awake and said, "Sorry!"

"Don't be sorry!  I was enjoying it." Shit, I couldn't believe I was
telling my roommate this.  "I wanted more."

Hank laughed, and put his mouth to my shoulder and snuffled against it,
tickling me.  "You are so funny, little brother.  And so horny!"  He
squeezed me tightly and said, "Is it time?"

I was shy again, and just nodded.  He chuckled, understanding my timidity.
"How do you want it?"  he asked, pushing my face down so he could look at
it.

"In my ass?" I said quizzically.

He started laughing, and that embarrassed me.  I guess I looked hurt,
because he rubbed my head and said, "Little brother!  I mean, do you want
up on all fours; do you want me facing you; doggy style; the splits; or
what?"  He saw the look on my face and smiled again.

"I think that face to face will be best for the first time."  He smiled.
He reached over, opened the night stand, and brought out a bottle.  He
moved around on the bed and said, "I am going to use some lube and get you
loosened up a bit."

I just nodded, not knowing what to expect, other than I thought I wanted
this, but now that it was happening I wondered if I could handle him in my
ass.  I had only had my own fingers in my ass and never anything else.

Hank moved around, pushed the covers out of the way, and had me lay on my
back.  He smiled as he poured some of the lube on his finger and then
brought it down to my ass.  "Relax and push out," he instructed, as he
worked to get his finger into my ass.  I had done this to myself, but I was
eager and tense about this.  "Relax," he said again, as his finger popped
inside.

Wow!  Hank had his finger inside me.  He moved it around, lubing up my
hole, and, I think, trying to relax it.  I looked up at him and he smiled.
He put some lube on his cock and then lined up.  "You sure?" he asked, and
smiled.

I nodded, and he said, "Smile! And relax.  It may hurt at the beginning,
but I'll take my time and let you get used to it, cause I think you are
going to like it after that!"  He was grinning as he looked down and lined
up his cock with my hole.  I panicked and tightened up, and he said,
"Relax, and push out."

I let out the breath I was holding, and felt him push in.  The head popped
in and I thought I was going to pass out, it hurt so much.  I clamped down
hard and closed my eyes as he kept making soothing sounds and rubbing my
head.

I pushed out as he said, and he slid in a bit.  He stopped and let me get
used to that.  He was watching my face, and, I guess, judging everything by
that.  When I felt my face relax a bit, he slid in a bit more.  I gripped
his shoulders as I watched his face.  His smile relaxed me, and I felt him
slide in more.  And then some more, and the pain wasn't as bad.

"All the way in," he said, and bent and gently kissed my lips, "and you are
so hot and it feels so great!"  I felt him flex his cock in my ass, and
moaned.  It felt sooooo good!  I tried to relax more, but there was no more
to relax; he was filling me up!

"Better?" he asked, looking at my face again.  This was an incredible
position.  My legs were back and over his shoulders and his face was over
mine.  I was glad we chose this position.

He withdrew a bit slowly, and I felt an emptiness.  I didn't want him to
pull out!  But he stopped at some spot, and I felt a jolt of electricity go
through my throbbing cock when he hit a spot in my ass!  Oh, shit!  This is
what they talked about.  My cock had softened a bit at the pain, but it was
up and ready to go!  And letting me know it!  I felt it throb and looked
and saw a bead of precum roll down it.

`Yes!" I whispered, and he smiled.  He knew what he was doing, and knew
what he was doing to me.  He rubbed his cock head back and forth over that
spot until I didn't care what he did anymore; just as long as he didn't
ever take his cock out of my ass!

He began a very slow withdrawal and then back in -- ever so slowly.  My
eyes rolled up and I heard him chuckle.  "You like that?"  I nodded my head
with my eyes still closed.  "My little brother likes a hot cock up his
ass?"  I nodded, and then froze for a moment, but he wasn't putting me
down.  I opened my eyes and looked him in the face to see any signs of
malice, and found none.  He was smiling that soft smile of his.

He continued this slow penetration for what seemed like hours, and it was
so delicious!  Slowly, ever so slowly, he began to speed up a little bit
faster and a little bit faster.  And as he did, the heat built in my ass,
and I squeezed down on his cock, and he moaned and pushed in deeper and
harder.

Then he did a thing where he vigorously fucked that one spot in my ass over
and over, driving me crazy.  I thought that at any minute I was going to
blow.  My head was thrashing on the bed, and I was moaning, and he just
kept smiling as he watched my face.

He then began to pick up the pace with faster and faster plunges into my
ass.  I began to beg him, "Harder, please!  Faster!  Please!  Please Hank!
Fuck me!"

He did; he began to really go at my ass, I felt his balls slapping my ass,
and I was alternating tightening down on his cock, and soon I felt him
begin to tense up, and heard a moan begin deep in his chest.

He went back to increasing the friction over that wonderful place in my
ass, and I knew I was going to lose it soon.  Oh fuck!  I wanted to scream
out, but I began a groan of my own and felt that wave mounting within me,
and knew I was close and that I was going to cum without touching myself
and that took me over the edge and I began to shoot and shoot and shoot and
I felt him pulsing in my ass and he pushed in deep and I felt him swell in
my ass and he said, "YESSS!"

His breath was ragged as he opened his eyes, smiled, and looked at me. "You
like that, little brother?"

Once again, I couldn't trust my voice, so I nodded my head vigorously.  My
emotions were wild - the sex, lust, climax, and the fact that Hank was the
one fucking me for the first time just played havoc with my feelings.

He laughed a little, and slowly slid his cock out, and then lowered his
head again and planted a soft kiss on my lips.  I smiled and reached for
him.  I wanted to hug him and hold him and forget about class today.  He
let me lower my legs, and I raised my head to kiss him, and he responded
with another kiss.  Then he raised up and just looked at me smiling.

That's when my mind went into its usual after-the-fact whirlwind.  Oh shit!
What had I just done.  No way!  I had been fucked!  Oh damn, and Hank had
done it.  What did he think of me?  What would others think, if they knew I
had let a guy fuck me?  I hoped he didn't tell anyone.  I hoped he didn't
tell Jim, or his brothers.  Shit!  His brothers.  Had he ever done this
with them?  Had he ever done this with someone else?

He sure seemed good at it.  Was I just another notch for him, like the guys
used to talk about the girls in high school?  Had this all been an
elaborate ruse to get me to let him fuck me?  Was he laying there thinking,
look what I got him to do?  My heart starting racing again.  I was worried
now.

It had felt so wonderful and he had certainly pushed me past all my limits,
and had made me cum without even touching myself!  Shit!  I couldn't
believe that had happened.  Why was I lying here second guessing myself?
Hadn't he asked if this was okay?  Hadn't I asked him?  Did that make me a
slut for wanting him to fuck me?

I guess he felt my pulse racing as his hand rested on my chest, because he
said, "What's wrong?  Did it hurt too much?"

I was about to answer, when there was a knock on the door.  In about 15
seconds it was repeated, sounding urgent.

Hank climbed off of me and the bed, and went to the door.  He opened it and
it was Jim, "Hey, guys!  I thought I might go running with you, if that's
okay?"  I turned to look at him and he was in a wild outfit of cotton
shorts, compression shorts, a t-shirt with a tank shirt over the top of
that, and the colors were a whirl of red, blue, brown, and purple.

Jim looked at Hank, down to his still swollen wet cock, and then over at me
with my pool of cum on my stomach and wet cock.  "You guy's jerking off or
something?"  Hank had let him in the room.

"Yeah, or something," Hank said, smiling, and flipping his cock a bit at
Jim, who couldn't seem to take his eyes off of it.  My heart raced; I was
afraid he was going to tell Jim what we had done.  I didn't want that.  I
didn't want that shared.  That was something special between the two of us,
even though a minute ago I was worried that Hank had planned the whole
thing to seduce me.

"Come on, little brother, get your ass out of bed.  It seems it is time to
run!"  Hank was standing by his closet pulling on his light nylon running
shorts and a nylon tank.  I was very conscious of being covered in cum.
Jim had seen me cum before, but I still wasn't comfortable with sex in
front of other guys.

But I rolled out and up, picked up my boxers and wiped the cum off of my
stomach, relishing the smell of it, and wishing I could taste it, or better
yet, Hank's.  Jim said, "You guys are so lucky, being able to jerk off
whenever you want to."  His crotch was swelling a bit as he watched me move
over to the closet and get out the running shorts and shirt that Hank had
given me.  They were a light green, and as close to wearing nothing as
possible.

Hank was pulling on and tying his shoes while standing, and I always loved
to see that, and the way the muscles in his legs played while he did this.
I had to sit on the chair and put mine on, which brought focus to my ass,
and it was a little sore.  I smiled, but tried not to show too much, as I
didn't want Jim asking questions.

It had taken us all of a minute to dress, and then I realized I had to take
a piss.  I knew Hank wouldn't let me close the door, and I had to go;
seemed like I always did after I came.  I walked into the bathroom, lifted
the seat, pulled down the front of my shorts, and hauled out my still wet
cock.

Hank said, "Kyle is working on being piss shy, so let's go help him."

He led Jim into the toilet and they stood, one on each side of me.  "You
are kidding, right?" Jim asked, looking at me and then at Hank. "I mean you
two go to the bathroom together as well?"  He shook his head, while I
concentrated to get my stream going.  "My roommate is such a privacy freak.
If I take a leak and forget to close the door, he walks over and slams the
door to the bathroom, but never says a word.  It is like he doesn't want to
hear it."

Hank had taken out his cock and had his stream going immediately, which
helped a bit, and I was able to get mine going.  Jim stood and watched as
we filled the bowl, mesmerized, it seemed.

Hank finished first, flipped his cock, and then put it back in his shorts.
He reached and flushed as I finished up and flipped and tucked my cock back
into my shorts.

"Okay, let's hit it boys," Hank said as we left the toilet.  He opened the
door and we headed out and down the stairs.  Outside, Hank explained to
Jim, "We are going to jog easily for 5 minutes, then stretch, and then we
begin to run seriously.  And Kyle gets these notions now and then that he
has to make the run naked, so be prepared to strip down and follow him!"
He chuckled, and Jim looked at me quizzically.  I just shook my head, and
began jogging along with Hank.  Jim hesitated a moment, but was soon in a
line with us.

"You know, my roommate acts as if he never gets horny or never jerks off.
I have tried to get him to talk about porn or jerking off, but he gets mad
and changes the subject."  Jim chuckled and said, "In high school, we had
this one guy that said he never jerked off - he had too many girls and they
took care of him.  He would get mad when we pressed him on it, and said
only perverts and gays had to jerk off."  He sure could talk, even when
jogging.

It was along this first stretch of jogging that I realized that my ass was
leaking.  I felt the liquid running down my legs, and then realized it had
to be Hank's cum!  That made my cock stir in my shorts, and I hoped that it
wasn't noticeable.

"We would mention jerking off and he would leave the room.  Really became
mad when one of the guys, searching the web, found an article that said all
men masturbate, whether they are married, gay, straight, having frequent
sex or not.  He didn't talk to us for a week."  Jim wasn't having any
trouble with the jog; I had thought he would.

"Then one time, I went over to his house.  His mom let me in and told me he
was upstairs.  When I made it upstairs, I heard noises coming from his
room, and wondered if he had one of his girls up there and his parents
didn't know.  His door was open a crack, and I peaked in to see him naked
on his bed, jerking his cock for all it was worth.  He was reading a
magazine and had his headphones on.  The head of his bed was closest to me,
so he didn't see me, but I certainly could see him."

I felt that I had a trickle that ran down the whole inside of my leg.  I
could tell where it was wet by the feel of the breeze on it.

"I could tell he was getting closer and closer as he fisted his cock.  When
I thought he was right on the edge, I tiptoed over and cranked the volume
on the music system all the way up."  Jim laughed. "He jerked and began
shooting all over the place, but nearly came off of the bed with fright.
He saw me, turned red, threw off the headphones, and started swearing at
me.  I was laughing my ass off.  He told me to leave, and I could tell he
was really mad.  I left laughing, and his mom wanted to know what was going
on.  I just waved my hand and laughed, and then shook my head as I left the
house."

Jim continued on, "He didn't talk to me for at least a week.  Finally, I
cornered him and said, `Look, it's no big deal.  I told you everyone does
it.  You didn't need to have to get so mad and deny it.'  The guy thought
for a moment, and then told me that he thought that only gay guys did that,
and he didn't want the guys to think he was gay.  He also thought we were
going to make fun of him if he ever admitted it or, worse, did it with us."

I could identify with that.  I asked, "So you had lots of jerk off sessions
as well, with your high school buddies?"  I was also trying to keep him
focused on not talking about my legs.

"Yes, nearly a daily thing.  They used to always want to see me get off,
because I could lick my own cock."

I nearly stumbled, and stopped to right myself. "You can what?"  I asked
incredulously.

Jim smiled, and turned around, and ran backwards facing me. "I can lick my
own dick!"

"Yeah, right," I said, getting back in stride.

"No, I can.  I'll show you when we get back to your room.  I can still do
it, even with this." He patted the bit of belly he had.

Hank said, "Yeah, we had a guy that could do that, and he had us all try
it."  He smiled and said, "Time for stretching."

We were stopped on a spot on the lawn by a group of trees.  Hank took us
through the usual stretching exercises while I imagined seeing Jim suck his
own cock.  Then I thought about sucking my own cock, and wondered if I
could do it.  My cock stirred in my shorts as I thought about it.  I had a
picture in my mind of Jim in some bent over contortion licking the head of
his cock.  Then I thought of Hank doing that, which put a new picture in my
mind, and I smiled as I stretched and turned to Hank's directions.

As I bent, I saw the drool of spunk down my leg.  I wiped at it with my
hands, and looked up to see if anyone had noticed.  Hank was looking at me,
smiling.  He knew what it was, and what I had done.  I blushed a bit.  But
it appeared that Jim had not noticed.

After the stretching, Hank set the pace for us, and as with the last couple
of days, he was pushing me, and it took effort to maintain the pace.  But
it was beginning to feel good, these morning runs with Hank.  And now Jim.
I didn't know what to think about Jim joining us on our runs.  He was a
nice guy, but this was my time with Hank, especially when I had Hank's cum
running down my legs!

I smiled and thought to myself, but I would prefer more time like this
morning with Hank.  That made me pick up my pace, and it seemed like it
took less effort to keep up with Hank.

Jim was quiet as he ran along with us.  He didn't seem to be struggling as
much as I had thought he would.  He kept surprising me on many fronts.  But
I still felt he was edging in on Hank and me.

All through the run, I kept replaying the last 24 hours and how marvelous
they had been!  My roommate was gay!  And he liked me! And he had fucked
me!  Shit! Shit!  It was all so unbelievable.  I wanted to do that again.
May I have more, please, Sir?

I must have had a silly grin on my face because Jim asked, "Are you
thinking about sex again?"  I looked at him, and he was smiling.  Had it
been that obvious?  Did I have a boner?  I tried to tell; I knew I was
swelling, but not hard.

I guess the blush on my face gave me away, because they both laughed.  I
tried to make my face blank and concentrate on running.  That was when I
realized that we had run more than half way through our usual course.

Hank said, "Jim, this is where Kyle ran naked through the campus.  Are you
up for the dare?"  Jim staggered, and looked from Hank to me and back.

"You are kidding, right?" he said, slowing down a bit.

Hank pulled up and looked at Jim.  "No, not kidding.  Both of us did it.
Down to that building and back with only shoes on."  Jim looked to me, and
I nodded.  He looked scared.  He looked around; at this hour there were few
students about.

He didn't say anything; he just reached his arms across his chest and
grabbed the bottom of his shirts and pulled them off over his head.  "You
don't have to do this, if you don't want to," Hank said, as Jim finished
pulling off the shirts.

"No, if you guys can do it, so can I."  He sounded a bit nervous as he said
it.  He looked around, took a deep breath, and pushed his shorts and
compression shorts down.  He had to toe off his shoes, so he could get the
compression shorts off.  He quickly slid his feet back in them when he had
his shorts off.  He looked around again, and then, leaving a pile of
clothes, took off running.  I could tell he was really pouring it on,
pumping it as fast as he could.  His butt bunched and flexed as he made the
mad sprint down to the building.

I wondered if he was getting hard.  Then I saw him tag the building and
turn.  He came back fast, really pushing it.  I looked and saw his cock
swinging back and forth with his pace.  Didn't look hard, but it was
definitely not soft!

I think it was the same crossroad where Hank met some people that Jim
almost collided with a group of students.  He burst through them and
sprinted on towards us to their laughter and applause!

He nearly collapsed at our feet when he got back.  He bent over to catch
his breath, and I took in his ass, the trace of hair along his crack.  What
would it be like to fuck him?  Why didn't I picture fucking Hank?

He grabbed his shorts and left the compression shorts laying there, and
just pulled on the shorts.  He started laughing after he caught his breath.
He pulled on just the tank top as well and stood up.  He was shaking and
laughing.  "What a rush!"  He looked around and then said, "I wonder if
that counts?"

"Counts?" I asked, still checking out his crotch.

"Yeah, you know, the tradition."  He looked at me and, I guess, didn't see
any comprehension.  "Before you graduate, you have to streak the quad, from
one side to the other and back.  I guess most guys do it at night, but
there have been some daytime streakers as well."  He was still panting a
bit.

"I had heard rumors about this, but thought it might be an urban myth,"
Hank said, with his usual smile.

"No, I heard it from several guys from different classes, and there is even
a web site where photos get published of guys doing it."  He looked at
us. "I don't mean every guy that does it, but there are plenty of shots of
guys doing it."  He looked at us again and then said, "Really!"  He paused
again, and then added, "And most of the shots are from the rear."  He
seemed disappointed.

Hank laughed and clapped him on the shoulder. "Well, this was probably
farther than the distance across the quad, but it isn't the quad, and two,
you were wearing shoes, so you weren't naked.  You have to be naked to
streak."

I pictured guys running naked across the lawn, and liked the picture I saw.
I wanted to catch some guys doing that!

Jim smiled and said, "I guess I'll just have to do it again, but on the
quad."  He looked at us. "One day before I graduate!" knowing that he had 4
years!

I laughed, and we headed back to the dorms, Jim carrying the extra
clothing.

Back at the dorm, as we entered the stairwell, Hank said, "50 bucks says
you can't run up the stairs naked to our room, and 100 that you can't do it
hard!"

Jim looked at me and then at Hank. "You serious?  Or are you just betting
Kyle?"  I couldn't tell if he was eager to try, or fearful that he was
being challenged again.

I thought about the morning and the camera and the money and Hank and all
and then said, "You are on, but only if you do it as well!" I said, looking
at Hank.

I liked the smile on his face, but was worried now that he was going to say
yes.  A tremble passed through my body as I stood there waiting for his
decision.  The tension mounted as I waited for his decision.  While we were
waiting, a door banged open in the stairwell above us, and I panicked then.
He was going to make us do it, and now there was someone coming down the
stairs.  Shit!

He reached down and grabbed the bottom of his shirt.  He pulled his shirt
off effortlessly, and I drank in the site of his body.  Man, he was
beautiful!  He put his hands in the waistband of his shorts and looked from
Jim to me and back to Jim.  "You first," he said, looking at Jim.

I saw the look of fear cross Jim's face, and was, for once, sympathetic to
him.  I saw him swallow and look around.  He pulled off his tank top, and
then took a deep breath and pushed his shorts to the ground.

Before he could step out of them, Hank said, "Quick, someone's coming.
Pull them up!"

Jim bent to pull them up, and at that point some guys turned the corner in
the stairwell and came face to face with Jim's upturned ass!

"What the fuck, dude!?!?" one of the guys said, as he waved his hand in
front of Jim's ass.  Jim yanked up his shorts.  The guys looked at the
three of us strangely, and went out the door.

Hank was laughing, and Jim was leaning against the wall, holding his
stomach.  "I am going to throw up," Jim said, with a pale face.  I had to
chuckle at that as well.

Hank patted him on the shoulder and we headed up the stairs. Jim first and
then me.  I was thinking of Hank patting Jim on the shoulder, when Hank
patted me on the ass.  I jumped, smiled, and Hank chuckled.  "Nice ass," he
whispered.  I blushed and headed up the stairs.

Jim stopped at our door, waiting for us to open it.  Hank had the key,
opened the door, and we went inside.  "Showers?" he asked, looking at Jim
and me, as he began to pull off his shirt and shorts.

Jim only had on shorts, not having taken time to put back on his shirt.  He
said, "I, ah, was wondering if you wanted to take some more pictures for
that auction site?"  He seemed eager.

Hank looked at me, then at the clock, and then at Jim. "What time's your
first class?" Hank asked Jim.

"Not until 9:30," he answered quickly.

Hank was grinning.  "Well, we could get pictures of you licking your own
cock."

Jim grinned, and said, "Okay!"  He pushed down his shorts in a quick motion
and was soon standing naked.  He bent and picked up his shoes, and
proceeded to neatly stack them with his clothes next to the desk.

I pulled mine off; I was last to be naked, but I hung mine up on the hooks
inside my door to dry out.  Hank had done the same.  He looked at me and
smiled.  I didn't know what he was thinking, but he seemed to enjoy having
me on display in front of Jim.  But I think he was interested in getting
Jim's feat on the camera.

Jim stood looking between us and then said, "So you want to see this?"

Hank said, "Yes," while I nodded my head.  Jim reached down and, without
another word, started playing with his cock.  It had already been heavy,
and it didn't take him long to get up and hard.

He moved over, looked at the made bed, and then back at us, and then at the
tousled bed.  "Brothers," Hank said. "I am used to sleeping with my
brothers, and I was lonely last night, so Kyle let me sleep with him," Hank
said with a smile, and looked at me.  I didn't like our secrets getting
out, but this was pretty obvious.  And please, Hank, don't tell him you
fucked me!

"So you slept together, like naked?"  Jim was stroking his cock.  Hank
nodded.  "What fucking great roommates!"  He looked between us again. "All
my roommate does is fart and bitch and make a mess of the room!"

I smoothed the covers on the bed and put it back together again, thinking
for sure that Jim would be able to figure out what had happened there
merely by looking at the sheets!

Jim moved over to the made bad, laid down on his back, and then flipped his
legs back over his head, until his dick was poised above his face.  He
looked from his cock to us and then back to his cock.  He licked his lips,
and then reached up and pulled down on his legs until the head of his cock
was against his lips.  Hank used the camera, and the image was burned into
my head, along with the flash.

I was hard now and eager for action.  Even though I had already shot this
morning, I was ready again!  I looked over at Hank as he used the camera
again; he was swelling as well.  He definitely seemed better at controlling
himself than I was.  I would have to work on that some more. I laughed
again, thinking of poor Aunt Edna.

Hank was moving around getting shots from various angles.  Jim opened his
mouth and pulled on his legs, and the head of his cock slipped through his
lips.  I thought I heard him groan.  I watched as he swirled his tongue
around the end of it.

Curiosity got the best of me. "What does it feel like?"

"Amazing!" Jim said, around the head of his cock.  He cut his eyes to look
at me. "You can try it if you want?"  For a moment, I thought he meant for
me to take his cock in my mouth, and then I got it.  He wanted me to try
sucking myself.

I looked at Hank, and he nodded and motioned to the other bed.  I laid
down, and then swung my legs up in the same position as Jim.  I was amazed
to see my cock just an inch or so away from my lips.  This turned me on, to
think of licking my own cock!  I pulled down on my legs as Jim had done,
and the head of my cock was now just barely within licking distance.  As I
stuck out my tongue to taste it, I saw the flash from the camera.  Hank was
taking pictures of me like this!

Oh Fuck!  That made my cock leak, and I licked it off of the head, and
again the flash.  Then I felt a hand on my balls, and I moaned.  Hank was
playing with my balls.  Then he ran his hand along my crack, and smiled.
My cock twitched, thinking of what he had done this morning, and that I was
probably still wet there.  I licked up more precum, and then looked at
Hank.

He went back over to Jim and asked, "Jim, have you ever fucked another
guy?"  Where was he going with this?  Surely, he wasn't going to suggest
that Jim fuck me?  Please, no, Hank!  I lowered my legs and looked at Hank,
worried.

Hank turned back to me and said, "Back into position. I want to see you
take the whole head into your mouth!"  He was smiling as he said it.  I
turned back, and flipped up into position, and tried to get the head into
my mouth.

Jim was busy licking his dick, but he relaxed a bit, and released the head
from his mouth before he could answer.  "Yeah, I tried it on a dare with
one of the guys.  Tighter than a woman, but definitely not a woman."  Did
that mean he preferred women or not?  I wondered.

"Did you ever have a guy fuck you?" Hank continued on.  Was he wanting to
fuck Jim now?  Get a second virgin asshole in one morning?  I was getting
uncomfortable with this.

"Well, I, ah, yes.  I mean it was a dare and all.  It's not like I am into
it or anything."

"Okay, just curious.  I wanted to see what all you did with the guys. I
understand what you mean, the dares and all."  Hank looked at me and
smiled.  What was he thinking?  Was he trying to find out if Jim was gay or
not?

I watched as Jim went back to licking and sucking the head of his cock.
Hank continued to shoot pictures of him.

Then Jim looked over at me, struggling to get my cock in my mouth.  He
rolled off the bed, and came over to me. He grabbed my ankles and pushed
down a bit, and the head of my cock went into my mouth.  Awesome!  What a
feeling!  I tried to say thank you around my cock, and the vibrations on my
cock nearly set me off!

I wasn't ready to shoot my load like this, with Jim watching, but damn it
felt so good.  Hank got more pictures of me, and that made me again wonder
what he was going to do with them.  I wondered what a guy would think if he
saw me doing that to myself.  Would he think I was some kind of pervert?

Jim released my ankles, and my dick slid out, and I moaned.  Hank took
another picture of me.  I looked over and saw Jim's dick leaking, and he
wiped the head and licked it off, and then must have realized what he had
done, because he looked between the two of us, blushed, and started
stammering.

"It's okay," Hank said. "You were caught up in the moment.  It happens to
all of us!"  He looked from me to Jim and back.  He looked at our hard
cocks;mine was dripping, and I saw a pearl of precum on the head of Jim's.
He smiled and said, "Looks like you guys are primed to coat another pair of
Kyle's underwear."

I looked at Hank, who smiled again, and nodded.  "Why don't you get that
jock you wore yesterday," he told me.

I went, found it, and brought it back to Hank.  Jim was sitting up now.

"Why don't you lie back down on your back, Jim, and we will drape this
across your face, and we can jerk off onto it.  It will make a great series
of shots for the auction."

Jim laid back on the bed, but with his head at the edge of the bed.  Hank
laid the jock across his face, but you could still see his eyes through the
various straps.  Hank got a shot like this.

Then we moved up and stood over his face and began to stroke.  But after
only one or two strokes, Hank reached over and took my hand and put it on
his cock.  He then clamped his around my cock.  I sighed, and thought my
knees were going to buckle.  He began to stroke my cock, as I worked on
his.

"Way to go, jerking off your roommate!  That's hot!" Jim commented around
the jock.  The jock was a dingy white, obviously well worn.  I wondered
what it smelled like from Jim's perspective.  He had to be getting it full
force.

It wasn't going to take much of this for me to lose it.  Everything that
had happened last night, and this morning, came swirling through my mind,
and I began to rush towards the edge - that precipice where there is no
turning back.  Yes!

I concentrated on keeping a matching pace and rhythm on his cock, and felt
it swell as we went head long over and into the abyss of oblivion.  I began
to shoot hot loads over Jim's face and the jock, and Hank quickly followed
suit as well.  The camera flashed over and over as we coated not only the
jock, but Jim's exposed face as well.

I didn't realize I had held my breath, until I finished shooting and felt
it rush out in a swoosh.  Shit!  Fuck!  Awesome!  Twice this morning I had
been blown away!

I looked at Hank, and he smiled at me.  He leaned in and pecked me quickly
on the lips.  Then he raised his hand to his lips and licked off my cum
from his fingers.  I did the same and savored the taste of Hank's cream.

Damn!  What a fucking wild start to the day!  I still had classes, another
photo shoot, and a poker game today.  Once again I marveled at how much had
happened since I read that note from Hank on the first day of college, just
five days ago!  And I hadn't seen Jim shoot off into his own mouth yet!
What a wild couple of days and what a wild bunch of guys!

Thanks again for all the comments, suggestions, photos, etc.  I do
appreciate it and try to respond to all emails.  More chapters on the way!
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harry