Date: Wed, 11 Oct 2006 14:38:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kyle and Hank - Chapter 3

I grabbed my robe and tied it tight around me, hiding my growing reaction
to Hank's proximity and his suggestions.  Yeah, all of his suggestions, and
I hadn't even known him 24 hours!

We went out to the sinks and shaved.  I watched Hank lather up his face and
use his razor.  His dark hair had grown a thick short stubble and, as he
shaved, I could swear I heard the rasp of the razor over his skin.  I kept
watching him in the mirror, between strokes on my own face, which didn't
take much, and showed very little if I didn't shave for a while.

I kept wondering what he meant with the comment about his brother's
teaching him to shave.  He would look at me in his mirror and catch my
looking, and smile.  We brushed our teeth, combed our hair, packed up our
kits, and headed back to our rooms.  I was eager to begin the education he
had mentioned in the shower.

I knew what circle jerks were, as I had read about them, and how guys
jerked off together, but I had never had that experience.  I guess I was
just too shy to suggest it, and too paranoid to search out someone.

As we neared our room, a guy we had met at dinner stopped Hank and started
talking to him.  I went back to the room, put my stuff away, and then paced
a bit in the room, eager to know what he had planned.  The door opened and
Hank and the guy walked in.  Hank introduced me to the guy, and I
remembered his name as soon as Hank said it.  It was Todd.  They were
talking about a poker game, as Hank put away his shaving kit, hung up his
towel, and then took off his robe and hung it up.

He sat at his desk and continued to talk to Todd about the game.  I caught
Hank's eye as he looked at me, and then looked me up and down.  I looked
down to see what was wrong, and finally got it.  I was in my robe, and we
were supposed to be naked when we were in the room.  I hadn't even gotten
used to being naked around Hank, yet.

I hesitated a bit, and then walked to the closet, turned my back, took off
my robe, and hung it up.  I was now naked in the room with a stranger, who
was clothed, and my naked roommate.  What was Todd going to think if I
stayed naked?  Was he going to think we were some kind of nudists, or would
he think we were exhibitionists?

I went and sat down at my desk, and scooted in as fast as I could, blushing
as I did it.  Todd and Hank kept talking about hold'ems and pots and
mini-blinds and I didn't understand any of it.  I turned on my computer and
checked my email.  I tried to reply to one from my Mom, but I kept
fidgeting.  I was embarrassed about being naked in the room with Todd, and
I had wanted to find out what Hank had planned for me and my "education."

I checked out my schedule again, and the books I needed, and everything at
least twice, waiting for Todd to leave.  I thought I heard my name at one
point, so I turned and asked what they had asked.

"You want to join us for a game of Texas Hold'em this Friday night?  There
are going be four other guys, and we could use one more.  It is going to be
in Todd's room.  What do you say, little brother, you going to play?"  He
was smiling as he said it.  I didn't know how to feel about his using
"little brother" in front of someone else.

But I knew that I wanted to be around him, and didn't want to be alone on
the first Friday night on campus, so I nodded and said, "Yes, sounds good.
Count me in."

Todd said, "Great!  If I don't see you before then, then I'll see you
Friday."  He clapped me on the shoulder and then he was out the door and
gone.

Hank looked at me, chuckled, and said, "What? Were you nervous about being
naked in front of Todd?"  He smiled, and walked over and ruffled my almost
dry hair.  I was looking into his crotch as he said, "I was naked and he
didn't mind."  He paused, and then added, "Of course, we could have it here
and everyone would be naked."  He saw me blush, and he chuckled again, and
ruffled my hair once more.

"Little brother, I have a better idea. We could play strip poker!"  He
chuckled as he went to his dresser, got out boxers, slid them on, and then
to his closet and got out shorts and a t-shirt.  He looked over his
shoulder at me.  "You going to breakfast and classes dressed like that?"

I looked at the clock and realized the time.  I jumped up and started to
get dressed.  I was flustered, because I had been worried and eager and
nervous and concerned and all about him working on my "education," and now
we weren't going to have time.

I guess he saw a look on my face, because he said, "Oh, shit, little
brother.  I told you we would do some stuff.  I promise this afternoon
before dinner, we will have some time together to begin your education.  He
smiled again and came over and put his arm over my shoulder.  "Are you okay
with that?  I don't want to make you do something you don't want to do.
You may have some religious reason or something that has kept you from
doing those things.  I don't want to corrupt my little brother."

I blushed and didn't know how to answer that.  I wanted to explore anything
he wanted, especially if it had to do with sex and him and his cock.  "No,
I mean, yes.  I mean, no, there is no reason why we can't, and yes, I want
to.  That is, if you want to.  I mean, I," and I ran out of steam about
that point.

He laughed and clapped me on the shoulder. "It is just that you never had
the opportunity, and you would like to, but you don't want me to think that
you are coming across as too eager or something, right?"

I blushed again (DAMN IT!) and nodded.  He hugged me to him and said, "It's
okay, little brother.  I want to help you out."  He reached into his back
pocket, pulled out his wallet, and then handed me a five.  "That's for
winning the bet!"

I remembered the running, and the bet, and took the money.  I opened my own
wallet, and realized I only had $10 now, and I had said I would play poker
on Friday night.  "Am I going to need more than this for poker on Friday?"

He looked in my wallet and laughed, "Not if we are playing strip poker."
He saw the look of fear on my face, patted me on the shoulder, and said,
"I'm sure you will have some opportunities between now and then to win some
money from me."  He looked at me with a straight face and said, "You can
still win a $50 bet for walking from our room to the stairwell and back,
naked."

My cock stirred in my pants and the blood drained from my face.  Hank
laughed again.  "We'll figure something out.  Now let's go get something to
eat!"

My stomach was in knots as we headed out and down the stairs to the café
for breakfast.  Once again, Hank suggested things for me as we moved down
the food line.  He put stuff on his tray and mine, and not always the same
thing.  He got coffee, and put 2% milk on my tray.  As we sat down to eat,
I realized that I was still feeling the effects of our run.  I was tired.

"I gave you some food that should give you some energy for the morning
without weighing you down - some fruit, oat bran muffin, a bit of honey for
the muffin, and yogurt.  That should help you.  As I said, you did great
this morning.  Couple more mornings like that and you will be running
without any problems."  He smiled, and I again felt like his little
brother.

I kept thinking of what he talked about - doing things with other guys.  I
was stuck on thinking about it, and imagining Hank with his hand on someone
else's cock, or someone else's on his.  My cock stirred in my pants again,
and I tried to eat, while my mind was someplace else.

"Kyle, yoohoo!  Where did you go?"  Hank was saying, waving his hand in
front of my face.

"Sorry, daydreaming, lost in the fog of exhaustion, I guess."  I tried to
recover from my daydreaming remark, because I didn't want him asking me
what I was daydreaming about.

"I was saying, or really trying to find out, that if you never fooled
around with the guys, and you are a virgin with the girls, did you just
jerk off all the time, or didn't you do that either?"  He seemed to be
genuinely interested.  I was so used to being the butt of jokes about the
nerdy virgin, or Kyle the pedophile, or such, that this was difficult for
me to take.  But from everything he had ever done or said, he seemed to be
sincere and interested.

"Hank," I paused, swallowing, and then clearing my throat, "this is not
something I have ever talked to anyone about."  I blushed, but pushed on,
"I have jerked off and that is all I have ever done."

"How often do you jerk off?"  He asked in the same sincere manner.

I reddened again. "Once a day," I said softly, knowing that he would think
I was a pervert of something.

He reached up and clapped me on the shoulders, "Nothing wrong with that.
Hell, I sometimes rub two or three out in a day."

I believed he wasn't pulling my leg, so I ventured a question, "Did you
ever, I mean were there, I mean," and I hesitated.

"Look, Kyle, ask anything you want.  I will be totally candid with you and
tell you whatever you want to know.  We are room mates; we don't need to
have any secrets from each other.  We live too close together to have
secrets."  He put his arm on my shoulders, and kind of wiggled me back and
forth.

"Okay," I said. I took a deep breath, and asked quietly, looking to see if
anyone was near by, "Did you ever jerk off with another guy?"  I went red
from head to toe, and felt the heat of it radiating off of me.

He rocked me once more with his arm, and then moved his head down so he
could look into my face.  "Kyle, I said that it is something that all guys
do when they are growing up.  Circle jerks, seeing who can shoot the
farthest, the fastest, who has the biggest dick, etc."

I persisted, "But Hank did YOU do any of those things?"

"Ah, you think that I am just saying those things to get you to do
something that I have never done.  I get it.  You think I am trying to
tease you or fool you or hurt you or something?"

I nodded, then shrugged my shoulders.  I didn't know how to answer that.

"Look, Kyle, I said I like you and you DO remind me a lot of my brother
Bill, but as I said, more shy and inexperienced than him.  Yes, Kyle, I
jerked off with other guys, and did all of those things and more.  And I
said that, as your big brother, I would help you fill in the missing parts
of your adolescence."  He rocked my shoulder again, until I looked at him.
"And Kyle, anything you want to try or want me to try, you just let me
know.  I have tried lots of things, and I am sure there are plenty more
things to try."  He thought for a minute, and then added, "And you might
even bet me whether I would do something or not, and maybe make some money
on whether I do or not."  He smiled, and rocked my shoulder one more time.

That had made me feel better, but it sent my mind into a whirlwind. I could
ask him to do anything.  I wondered what anything would mean, and if it
meant the same as the anything that had been whirling around my mind since
the first time I had seen him naked.  I nodded my head, and mumbled,
"Thanks, Hank, that makes me feel better."

"Okay, then," he said, removing his arm, "let's get the trays put away and
head out to class.  I'll see you back at the room as soon as classes are
over.  After that, we can work on your education."  He chuckled again.  We
put our trays in the rack and then headed out.  He went off in one
direction and I went the other, looking for my first class.

I had difficulty concentrating on the directions, because what Hank had
said kept my focus.  I found the room the second time I passed it, and made
it in, just as the guy was starting his lecture.  He handed out a syllabus
and a list of reading assignments, projects, information on the paper, and,
by the end, I had a stack of paper an inch thick!  Shit, and this was just
the first class.

I put it all in my backpack, and headed off in search of my next class.
Pictures of Hank naked, and what he would look like hard, and what his butt
looked like, and how it felt to have his hand on my cock and all, just kept
flashing in my mind, and I couldn't concentrate on anything.  I stopped in
a hallway and took a deep breath, licked my lips, and looked down at my
shaking hands.  I had to get a grip!

I found my next class - how, I don't know, but I did.  I got out a notebook
and tried to focus on what the instructor was saying.  I looked around the
room, and saw all these young college guys, and, as I often did, thought
about what they would look like naked.  My cock, which hadn't gone
completely soft since breakfast, stirred in my pants.  The guy in front of
me and to the right, shifted positions, and his t-shirt rode up his back,
exposing the waistband of his boxers and the top of his crack, which only
made me think of Hank's naked butt.

The woman, who was teaching, went through a similar spiel as the last guy
about what was expected from me as a student, and all the assignments that
we would be doing, and how grading would be done, and what books were
required.

And, other than gathering up all the papers she handed out, I was once
again not paying much attention.  I had to get focused and concentrate.  I
had to do well in college, and I couldn't just think about sex, but it
didn't seem to matter what was being said - my brain kept bringing it back
to sex.

In the history class, I was imagining roman soldiers naked and wrestling.
In math, where the subject was geometry and the instructor was talking
about using it to measure things, I kept wonder how big Hank's cock was.
In the pysch class, I wondered if I was perverted for wanting my roommate's
body, and so on.

I grabbed a sandwich for lunch, and when the counter person asked me what
kind of meat, I blushed as I was thinking of Hank's meat.

My one fun class I had signed up for was photography.  And I did hear what
was being said there.  He talked about how we would have various
photographic assignments to complete over the semester, including
landscape, nature, peoples and nudes.  He mentioned that there would be
models available for that, and he was looking for volunteers, as well as we
needed to sign up if we wanted a male model or a female model.  I went hard
at the thought of having a naked man to take pictures of, and then wondered
if Hank would be my model.

My hands were shaking again, as I took notes, as images of naked Hank kept
flashing in my mind, like a series of photographs, with each photo getting
more erotic than the previous.  I was seriously hard by the time class was
over.  I packed up all my stuff into my backpack, and held it in front of
me as I got up and headed out the door.

My classes were over and I was heading back to my dorm.  My heart pounded
as I thought about what might be ahead of me this afternoon.  I passed a
men's room, and realized I needed to take a leak, and didn't want to have
to do it again with Hank, as much as I wanted to.  I sat my pack on the
shelf in front of me at the urinal, and stood close to the urinal, even
though there were partitions between them.  My cock was still nearly rock
hard as I freed it and tried to point it towards the back wall of the
urinal.  As I was waiting for the flow to start, a guy came in and stood at
the urinal two down from the right of me.  Shit!  Now it was going to be
more difficult for me to go.  I should have just gone into the toilet stall
like I usually do.  Now I stood there like an ass and couldn't get anything
going.

The door opened and another guy came in, and moved to the open urinal to my
left: three out of four of the urinals were now in use.  I continued to
just stand there, nothing happening.  The guy to my left let loose a
torrent of piss, splashing in the urinal with much noise.  The one on the
right flushed, and went to the sinks, as the door opened and another guy
came in.  This was grand central station!  I was never going to get to
piss, and my dick just stayed hard.  I didn't want to back up enough to
tuck it into my shorts, afraid one of the guys on either side would see it.
So I continued to stand there.

Finally, after two or three guys came and went, I finally was able to have
the place to myself, and relaxed enough to piss.  Once I got the flow
going, I was fine with guys coming in.  I finished up, flipped the last
drops off, and tucked it away, grabbed my pack, and headed off to my room.

I put my pack on, as I was now soft enough that I didn't show.  But as I
walked and thought about what was to come, my heart again began to race,
and my breathing became ragged, and my cock started to swell again.  Shit!
I was so messed up!  And I didn't want to freak Hank out.

I thought about Hank again as a big brother, and that made me feel good.
Having no brothers or father for most of my life left a void.  And all
through school, I had been fodder for bullies and jocks, as I seemed to be
on the outside of all the circles in school.  I hadn't seemed to fit in
anywhere.  I wasn't "jock" enough, or on any of the teams, to be in that
group, and wasn't quite "techy" enough to be in with the geeks.  The drama
and music group seemed to be too extreme in their mannerisms and all for
me.  I felt like if I joined them, everyone would know I was gay because I
wanted to hang around with that group.  I have no facts on which to base my
assessment of them being gay or gay-like, but it just appeared that way to
me and my limited social skills.

So, to have someone interested in me, and my welfare, was really great.  I
still hesitated to let Hank fully into my circle. I had so long kept that
circle empty that it was difficult not to try and see some sort of plan or
deceit.  But Hank seemed genuine in all of his actions towards me, so that
I thought I should just be honest with him, as he said he was with me.

My head and emotions were in turmoil as I headed up the steps to the door
to our floor.  I got to our room and saw that my hand was shaking as I
reached for the doorknob.  And my heart rate had speeded up, and I was
breathing heavy.  I took a deep breath, once again, and tried to get myself
under control, and opened the door.

Hank was there naked, of course, but there was another guy there as well.
Hank saw me, smiled, and introduced me to James, who was in Hank's physics
class.  They had come back to the room to get some sort of chart or
something that Hank had.  James didn't seem to be phased by Hank's
nakedness.  He went back to talking to Hank.  Hank looked up at me and made
a face, and I knew he was telling me to get naked.

I had been hard when I got to the door, but had gone down a bit at the
surprise of finding a stranger here.  But I didn't know if it would stay
that way if I stripped.  But it was Hank's rule.  So I went over to the
closet and took off my t-shirt, and then, as quickly as possible, pushed my
boxers and shorts to the floor and stepped out of them.  I kicked them into
the closet, and then tried to get to my desk chair without exposing myself
to James.  As soon as I was seated, I pulled the chair forward and began to
get hard.  Sitting here naked, with a stranger around, was getting to me!

I leaned over and grabbed my backpack, and started unloading all the papers
and notes, and tried to organize everything.  I was still shaking, being so
eager, and now having to hold off, and a stranger here and all.

Then Hank said, "Kyle, would you hand me a coke out of the fridge?"  I
couldn't get to the fridge and to him without having to get up.  I looked
at him, and he looked at me, and nodded.

Now my shaking was getting worse.  I stood and went over to the fridge,
opened it, grabbed a can of coke, and tried to figure out how to get it to
him without James seeing that I was swelling quickly.  I blushed, and with
my head down, took two steps over to Hank, and handed him the coke.  He
took it from my hand, and noticed my blush, because he said, "James, my
roommate is still getting used to the whole nudity thing that we have
agreed to live by, so you have to forgive him if he gets a bit embarrassed
and blushes."

Of course, that made James look at me, and I blushed more, and my cock
swelled.  I turned my back on them, and got back to my desk chair quickly.
"'S okay by me," James said. "I see guys naked all the time in the showers.
You'll get used to it."  He thought for a moment, and then said, "I could
get undressed if that would make you feel less uncomfortable?"  I shook my
head, not wanting to get involved in that conversation.  I wanted to see
every man naked, so I would have loved to have seen him naked, but didn't
know how to proceed if he was, and knew it would be difficult for me to be
at ease in that situation.

They talked for a bit more, and I tried to focus and organize my piles of
papers and stuff.  Finally, I heard James wrapping it up.  He walked by me,
placed his hand on my shoulder and said, "Was nice to meet you.  Hope the
whole nudity thing works out for you."  The warmth of his hand was
startling, and I wanted to jump, sigh, and blush - all at the same time.

He headed over to the door and out with a final, "See ya," to Hank.

When he closed the door, Hank walked over and put his hands on my
shoulder. "You okay, little brother? You seem a bit jumpy."  His hands had
a powerful effect on me.  It felt like they seared my flesh, and my cock
stiffened up more, and I inhaled deeply.

"Yeah," I said in a shaky voice.  And then I felt my arms and legs tense up
and shake a bit.  I swallowed, and tried to get moisture into my mouth.
"Ah, Hank, about the, ah,"

Hank laughed, and patted my shoulders, then ruffled my hair, "Yeah, I know,
I promised you some fun and education."  He backed up, went over to his
desk, opened the bottom drawer, and pulled out some disks.  He went over to
his TV, which had a built in DVD player, and inserted a disk.  "Come over
here and sit down next to me on my bed.  We'll watch a little porn and
start from there."

I was rock hard by the time I stood. Hank saw, of course, but didn't make a
comment; he just patted the bed next to him, and I sat down beside him, and
we both leaned back against the wall.  He moved over until our legs were
touching, which was like electricity shooting through me.

"Well, let's watch a bit of porn here, and I'll get boned up as well.  Then
we can do a couple of things if you want.  One of the things guys always
did was to see who had the biggest dick, or who could cum first, or shoot
the farthest.  So we can do any of those if you want.  We can start out
easy here, and build up.  I don't want to try to force anything on you, or
push you into anything you don't want to do.  So you just tell me if you
don't want to try something."

He was playing with his cock in his lap as he talked, and I was intent on
watching it.  "Tonight, after dark, you are going to get a dare that is
fairly typical of young guys, so we will do that later."

He saw the focus of my attention and smiled.  "I guess you are really
interested in what another guy is like."  He was now nearly hard, and
rapidly moving to completely hard.

I could only nod; I was so on edge.  This was stuff of my wildest fantasies
and dreams.  I was sitting next to a naked man, and he was hard and letting
me watch and, oh, shit, this was mind blowing.  I glanced up at the TV and
saw two guys working over a woman.  Both were well built guys, with hard
cocks that they used all over the woman, but it was the guys that I was
watching.

But then I went back to looking at Hank's cock.  It was shaped so
perfectly!  And the mushroom head's color was a darker pink than the rest
of his cock.  He stroked it a couple of times, and then I looked down at
mine and saw that I was leaking precum already!  He noticed, and said, "You
certainly are ready."  He reached to his left and got a ruler off of his
desk.

"Okay, time to see who has the biggest dick."  He brought the ruler over to
his cock and said, "Ten bucks that mine is bigger!"  He put the ruler alone
side his cock and then pushed his cock down to run along the edge of the
ruler.  He said proudly, "Seven and three-eighths inches."

He reached over and put the ruler next to my cock, and then took hold of it
to hold it along the ruler.  And I lost it!  I blew a load all over his
hand and my crotch, as he touched and held my cock!  I shuddered, as
several blasts shot out of the end of my cock.

"Damn, little brother, that is some hair trigger you have there!" he
chuckled, as he said it, and he didn't sound mad or like he was making fun
of me.

"Hank, I'm sorry, I, ah," I tried to say something and couldn't figure out
what.  He was still holding my cock, with my cum running down his hand.  He
took hold of it and gave it a squeeze, forcing the last of the cum out of
it.  I moaned.

"It's okay, little brother.  I keep forgetting that you are so new to this.
I probably blew immediately the first time a guy put his hand on my cock,
but that was a long time ago.  It has to be wild and strange for you to
have some guy holding your hard cock."

I just nodded, not trusting my voice.  Lots of emotions were running
through me as I came off of the high of cumming, and him holding my cock so
tight, and him being so understanding.  I just wanted to reach over and hug
him and kiss him, but I didn't want to mess up what was going on.  I just
couldn't expose myself that much.  Then I mentally smiled; I was definitely
exposing myself alright, and literally.

I didn't go soft at all, and Hank just took his hand and wiped it on my
stomach.  He looked at me in the face and said again, "Hey, it's okay
little brother!  Don't worry about it.  Now maybe I can get that
measurement.  By the way, you certainly won the who can shoot first bet!"
He put the ruler up again, and held my cock against it.  It swelled in his
hand and stretched.  "Hey, no fair!  You don't get to pump more blood into
it, just to make it bigger," he chuckled again.

"Look at that!  Seven and a half inches!  Way to go little brother, you
beat me out by an eighth of an inch!"  He squeezed my cock again, as a way
of congratulating me.  I was glad I had already shot, because I would have
shot then.

"Now show me how you jerk off."  He went back to slowly stroking his cock,
and let go of mine.  I almost let out a whimper, because I wanted his hand
on my cock.  But I reached up with my shaking left hand and took my cock in
hand.  "Oh, a lefty, but I thought you were right handed?"

He turned to look at me, and I blushed again.  It was not like I ever got
to talk to another guy about how I jerked off, but I swallowed and said,
"Yeah, I am right handed, but I have always used my left hand to stroke.
It just feels right.  I mean, correct."

He chuckled, "You ever jerk off with your right hand, to make it feel like
someone else?"  I went red and shook my head.

He laughed then, and watched while I stroked.  I was so horny; I knew I
could blow again real soon.  I slowed down and took a deep breath.

"Okay, so another thing that guys do is stroke the other guy to see how it
feels to have someone else's hand on there.  Now before we do it," he
stopped and chuckled just a bit, and looked me in the face, "let's hope we
don't have a repeat performance, because I am not quite that fast on the
draw!"

I felt my body radiate heat again, but my heart thudded at the thought of
getting to hold his cock.  A fantasy of mine, for I don't know how long,
was to hold another man's cock.  I shivered uncontrollably, and then Hank
took my left hand and placed it on his cock, and then he reached once more
with his right hand and took my cock.  I sighed, both from the feeling of
his cock in my hand, and mine around his.  It felt so good!

I started stroking him just as I had always done myself.  And he began to
slowly stroke my cock.  "Feel good?" he asked, and I didn't know if he
meant him on me or me on him, but I had to assume the first, but either
way, the answer was yes!  I nodded my head again, not trusting my emotions.

I was surprised at how much his felt like mine and how much it felt
different.  I mean the size and shape were very similar to mine, but the
heat coming from his cock was intense, and feeling the spongy ridgedness of
it was so different than mine.  And the hair surrounding his cock was so
straight, and yet wiry.  I kept stroking his cock, in the same speed and
fashion he was doing to mine.  I moaned again, not being able to control
it.  It felt so good!

He smiled, and started speeding up on my cock, and I followed the pace on
his.  I was concentrating on his cock and what it looked and felt like, but
at the same time was feeling a similar simulation on my own.  It was
strange. I would pump down on his, and feel me being pumped down and then
up.  Hank was doing a good job of matching me stroke for stroke.  So it was
like I was stroking myself remotely.  But having his hand on my cock was
wonderful.

I knew I wasn't going to last much longer at this pace, and wanted Hank to
get to the same place at the same time.  So I applied the pressure and
speed that I would use as I approached the edge, and saw his legs tense,
and his nuts draw up alongside his hard cock.

Then I felt the rush take over my body, and knew it was imminent.  I
continued on his cock as I would have on mine, and heard him moan, and knew
he was just as close, and then it happened.  I hit the place, and the
feeling suffused my body, and I came and came and came, and as I did, I
watched Hank shoot and shoot and shoot.

He kept stroking, and then milking my cock until it was so tender and
sensitive that I flexed my midsection in to try to move my cock away from
his hand, and mouthed an "uuugh."  I kept my hand firmly planted around
Hank's cock, squeezing it and milking it, while at the same time I wanted
him to remove his hand.

He eased up a bit, and I sat there in bliss, as the rush faded and my
breathing came back to a more normal pace.  "That was so incredibly
awesome," I thought, and then realized I had spoken out loud and was
worried what he would think.

"Yeah, little brother, you did a good job for your first time!"  He lifted
his hand from my cock and asked, "You ever taste your spunk?"

I nodded, and then said, "I always wanted to before I came, but after I
came I always chickened out.  But one time, I did, and it wasn't bad."

He smiled again and nodded, "Bet you five bucks you won't taste mine."

My cock swelled in my lap as the thought of that stirred my imagination.
And I also wondered what he would think if I did.  But I nodded again, not
trusting my voice, and lifted my cum covered hand from his cock to my
mouth, and licked up a bit of it.  It was different than I remembered mine
was, but similar.

His mouth made a big "O" and his eyes widened as he saw me do that, and I
thought I had messed up.  But he said, "Way to go, bro'!  I didn't think
you had it in you."  He removed his hand from my cock, and brought his hand
to his mouth, and, while looking at me, licked a bit off of his hand.  My
cock swelled a bit at that sight.

The whole room seemed to smell of jizz at that point, and reality seemed to
settle in on me.  I had just jerked off my roommate, and he had jerked me
off!  And it was only the second day of rooming together!  What was the
rest of the year going to be like?