Date: Thu, 29 Mar 2007 17:50:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kyle and Hank - Chapter 30

I stood up and wrapped my arms around Hank.  I gave him a big hug and
whispered in his ear, "Thank you, big brother!"

Hank hugged me back and said, "You are welcome, little brother."  Then he
released me and said, "Okay guys, thanks, now you can head back to your
rooms."

Eric turned and looked at us and said, "What am I supposed to do with
this?" showing the tent in his shorts.

Hank looked at Todd, Eric's roommate, and then reached over and took Todd's
hand and put it on Eric's tent and said, "You guy's figure it out!"  And we
all chuckled.

Then Billy said, "And what about me?" displaying his own tent.

Hank took Billy's hand and put it on Eric's ass and, smiling, said, "I see
an Eric sandwich in your future!"  And again the laughter filled the room.
The three of them adjusted themselves, with Billy being the most self
conscious of the three.  He actually blushed as he tried to find a position
for his cock that would hold it out of view without discomfort.  He asked,
"Would it be okay, if we borrowed your room for a bit.  I mean, I live on
the floor below and my roommate is probably there, and I don't want to go
back to the room and not be able to take care of this."

Todd laughed and said, "Come back to our room and we'll see if we can't
figure out what to do with it."  Billy blushed again.  I could empathize
with him.  He didn't seem used to the open sex that Hank and the others
seem to accept.

Billy nodded his head and followed them out.  I think they thought they
were being rushed out of the room after my little show.  But I did want
some time alone with Hank.  I wanted to talk about my feelings, and about
what had just happened.

I stood next to Hank as they left; when the door closed I turned back to
Hank, leaned in, closed my eyes, and kissed him lightly on the lips.  I
opened my eyes and said, "How do you know what buttons to push on me?  And
how did you know that I wouldn't freak out and go running down the hall?"

He moved over and sat on his bed.  I sat down opposite him on my bed.  "You
always seem so turned on being on display and being humiliated a bit.  And
I know you have this huge hang-up about being the butt of a joke or a
prank.  So I thought that if I could make you the center of a staged
humiliation in a controlled environment, you might accept the role and go
with it.  I wanted to push your buttons, but I also wanted to push your
limits so you could see that not everyone was going to make fun of you or
keep you as the butt of a joke."  He looked at me with his usual smile.

That smile was so telling; it let me know that he really cared and was
concerned about me.  "You are so right; it is like my wires are crossed.  I
get off on being not only on display, but put down a bit.  You made me
perform for these guys and coached them on the phrases to use, knowing that
it would get to me.  I was really torn between the lust and the perceived
shame of the situation.  Are you going to major in psych?" I asked, and
smiled.

He opened his mouth to answer, when his cell phone rang.  He looked at it,
and I thought he was going to ignore it so we could continue our
conversation, but he answered it. "Hello?"

He listened, and looked up at me, and then scanned my body and smiled. I
wanted to cover myself for a moment, as he took in my naked form.  Then I
mentally shook my head.  He had seen me this way many times before.

"Sure, I understand.  Come on over.  Room 312," he said, and then closed
the phone.  He looked back to my face, smiled, and said, "I can never get
enough of looking at you!"  I did blush then.

"It still amazes me that you like what you see.  I don't perceive myself
that way.  You on the other hand are a knock out and I could stare at you
for days!"

He chuckled. "You have to get over this lack of confidence thing.  You are
one hot guy, and for no other reason than I think you are."  He looked me
up and down again.

"But we are going to have company any minute, and it appears you have some
cum running down the inside of your left leg."  He pointed, I looked, and
blushed.  He laughed.  "Go clean yourself up.  Mikail is on the way over.
He wants to talk about what happened the other night.  He seemed upset."
Hank leaned back and stretched out on his bed, while I headed into the
bathroom to clean up a bit.

In the bathroom, I wiped up the trail of cum, and was about wipe it on a
towel when I decided to lick my finger.  Hank's cum that had run out of my
hole; wow, what a taste!  Then I did use a towel to wipe up the wet trail.

I had just walked back into the room when there was a knock on the door.  I
looked at Hank and he nodded.  So I walked to the door and opened it.  It
was Mikail. He looked at my naked form and then averted his eyes.  Which
brought him to Hank lying naked on his bed. I saw his Adam's apple bob as
he entered the room.

He crossed his arms tightly across his chest and didn't look at either of
us.  "Relax and have a seat, Mikail."

His demeanor was so different from every time I had seen him before.  Gone
was the cocky in control attitude that I had seen on every other occasion.
He pulled out the chair at my desk and sat down.  I moved past him and sat
on the other bed.  Hank had risen and was sitting up now, leaning in to
focus on Mikail.

Mikail was fidgeting and couldn't seem to sit still.  He looked between
Hank and I and then brought his right hand to his mouth and bit the end of
his thumb.  He seemed very nervous and anxious.

Hank put his hand out and touched Mikail on the knee.  Mikail moved his
knee quickly.  Hank withdrew his hand and said, "Mikail, relax, we are your
friends.  You said you wanted to talk.  Go ahead.  I'll listen."

Mikail slumped in the chair a bit as if air had escaped from his inflated
form.  He looked at the floor as he began to speak.  His speech was slow
and halting to begin with.  After the first couple of words, I realized he
sounded like I often had when I first began talking to Hank.

"I am all mixed up about what happened the other night."  He took a deep
breath.  "I mean, I am no prude and have always been adventuresome.  And I
have had lots of sex.  In fact, I would have said that I was a pretty
liberated guy.  I have screwed girls with other guys in the room.  I have
had guys give me a blow job and I have even fucked a guy.  So I thought I
was pretty open."

He looked at us and it seemed like he had to prove something. "I mean, I
knew this guy that liked to fool around with this girl and me.  They would
both work on my cock and, once, I fucked him while he fucked her."  Then he
shook his head.  "I am sorry; I am bragging."  He paused, and brought his
thumb up to chew on again.

Hank didn't say anything, but just waited.

Mikail still hadn't looked at us. "I guess I am just trying to say that I
thought my sexual playlist was pretty eclectic."  He took another deep
breath.  "But when you both did what you did the other night, and the way
you did it, something snapped in me and I can't figure out how to get back
to where I was before."

He raised his eyes, but not his head and looked at Hank, and then cut his
eyes to me, before dropping them back to the floor.

"I have had dreams about all of that.  I woke my roommate last night,
crying out.  He shook me awake and, when he did, I realized I was hard and
my briefs had a big wet spot on them.  Fortunately, my covers were still
over me and he didn't see.  He asked me what was wrong, and I just said a
bad dream."  He paused again.

After a moment he said, "But was it a bad dream?  I liked the feeling."  He
raised his eyes and looked from Hank to me quickly and then back to the
floor.  It was like there was a different person in him.  "I mean the
feeling of what you did and," he paused, took a deep breath before
continuing, "how you did it to me."

He cut his eyes around to Hank and me and back down.  I jumped in then. "I
am sorry Mikail. I didn't mean to be so rough on you.  I don't know what..."

He interrupted me, "No! Kyle, it isn't you.  It's me.  I liked it rough.
And...I...liked...what...you...did."  He had spaced out the words, but then
quickly added, "When you fucked me." He collapsed a bit more, and hid his
face again.

Hank spoke then, "So you are upset that you liked getting fucked and you
liked it rough?"  He didn't let Mikail answer, but continued on, "And you
somehow think that it changed you, and that if someone found out about you
that your image of the BMOC would be tarnished."  Hank paused for a moment,
and then said, "You are afraid that someone is going to call you a faggot?"

Mikail winced at the word, took his head in his hands and nodded quickly,
twice. Hank moved over and crouched down beside him and put an arm around
him.  Mikail tried to shake him off, but Hank held on.

"It's okay.  First, if you don't tell anyone, no one will know and two, I
still think you are the hottest stud around.  You always exude confidence
and sexuality."  Hank let that sink in a bit and then added, "And liking to
get up the ass doesn't take away from that.  It just adds to the sexual
mystery you have.  You have a new depth to your sexuality now."

Mikail wiped his eyes and then looked at Hank. "But you don't understand;
it has always been a deep dark fantasy of mine to have that happen to me.
I always thought that I was perverted or something thinking that.  And I
always thought I would die if anyone knew that about me."  He wiped his
nose with the side of his hand.  "And now, not only do you and Kyle know,
but Thomas knows and took pictures of it!"  I heard a catch in his voice.
He stopped and swallowed.  "I mean, not only does he know my depravity, but
he has proof of it!"

Hank hugged him again and then spoke, "First, Mikail, nothing you can come
up with is anything that someone else hasn't thought of and probably done.
So don't think you are the only one who has dark recesses where they don't
want people to look. And quite frankly, if they are exposed to the sunlight
and shared, you will find out that they are no worse or no better than
anyone else's."

Hank rose up then and sat in the other chair.  "And the fact that you got
to experience yours means that one, it isn't just a fantasy any more." And
then Hank saw the look on Mikail's face, and quickly continued on, "I don't
mean that in a bad way.  I mean that you have experienced it and two or
three people saw it.  And none of us went running off yelling, `I can't
believe he did that!' did we?"

"I personally think that no man should ask another person to do something
that they aren't willing to do themselves."  Mikail turned to look at Hank
then.  "Yes, I have been fucked, and while it isn't at the top of my
favorite things, for the right person, it is just the perfect thing."  He
looked at me and smiled just a bit.  I smiled, as I understood what he
meant.

"And as far as anyone calling you a faggot, you know the saying, `if the
dick fits, wear it,'" and Hank chuckled at the shocked look on Mikail's
face.  "What I mean is, what's in a label.  Would you get offended if
someone called you a dumb jock, or a frat brat, or any of those other
derogatory words that go around?"  He paused to let that sink in.

"And so what if you like guys, too? Nothing wrong with that; just gives you
more options!"  Hank smiled.  Mikail raised his eyes, and looked Hank in
the eyes, as if to see if he really meant what he said.

"Look, if you haven't figured it out by now, Kyle and I like guys.  Kyle is
pretty much a bottom, and I am pretty much a top, but the point is - that's
just the way we were built.  Nothing is going to change that.  Not any
labels that people want to throw at us, or either of us wanting anything
different."  He looked at me and smiled again.

I nodded to him and he went on, "This is something that Kyle just wrestled
with.  He was so concerned about what other people thought that he was
having difficulty living his life.  He kept trying to live it the way he
thought everyone else wanted him to live it."

Hank looked at me, and Mikail followed his gaze.  Hank asked, "So how does
it feel, to be on your own, 'like a rolling stone?' to quote Mr. Dylan."  I
loved it when he came up with these musical references that spanned such a
wide range of music.

I smiled, and then added, "Like a complete unknown." I laughed, and then
added, "as he looked into his vacuum eyes," and then added, "You shouldn't
let other people get your kicks for you." And finished with, "with no
direction home!"

Hank laughed, and I added more lines from the song.  "You can't refuse, you
have nothing to lose, and you have no secrets to conceal, so how does it
feel?"

Mikail looked back and forth between us.  Some wind seemed to fill his
frame and he sat a bit straighter.  "You mean you don't think that there is
something wrong with me?"

Hank reached over and put his hand on Mikail's shoulder, and Mikail didn't
pull away. "Fuck no!  I just think there are more layers to you.  Makes me
want to know what else is hidden in there."  Hank leaned over and looked
into Mikail's ear.

Mikail pulled away, but laughing this time.  He seemed to be coming back to
the old Mikail.  "So if I wanted to fuck you, you would let me have a go at
it?"  He looked between us, and said a bit softer, "Of if I asked you to
have a go at my ass, you might do it again?"

Hank laughed and said, "Well, I just finished plowing my roommates ass, but
if you want a quick one I think we can work it in!"  Mikail's mouth dropped
open as he looked at me.  I tried to look proud and not blush at the same
time.  "And he managed to cum just from the action in his ass.  But he
seems to be constantly ready.  I am going to have to test him one of these
days and see how many times I can get him to cum in a day."  Hank looked at
me and I did blush.  I thought that might be something fun to try!

Hank saw the look on my face and said, "See, he is already imagining it!"
It was my turn to avert my eyes.  But that didn't hide the reaction I was
having.  My dick always gave me away!

"Why don't you come down with us for dinner?  Then after Kyle gets his
strength back we might come up here for a little fun."  He gave me an evil
look and then added, "Unless Kyle wants to do it on a table in the
cafeteria while everyone cheers him on."  I felt the heat of that blush
spread across my body, and my cock swelled more.

Hank rubbed my head, laughed, and said, "He has these exhibitionist
tendencies, but he has medication for it."  Mikail looked from me to Hank,
to see if Hank was joking.  "Three or four shots of protein usually fix him
right up!"  Mikail got it then, and laughed.

Hank and I slipped on shorts, t-shirts and slippers, and we headed down for
dinner.  Mikail was intrigued by the ritual of Hank picking out my food.  I
just smiled, and kept pushing my tray along as Hank put things on it.

Once we found a table, I said, "Hank is looking after my health.  He is
trying to get me into shape, and trying to get me to eat right.  So far, he
hasn't gone wrong on anything he has chosen for me, although I wasn't too
fond of the asparagus."  Mikail laughed at that.

We had just asked and Mikail had just begun telling us about his high
school activities, when Jim and Jared joined us.  Jim made a big deal of
sitting down very carefully.  I looked at him quizzically.

"My ass is sore.  Every time I bend over, Jared is sticking something up
it."  I looked at Jared, and he smiled, and a trace of red crossed his
cheeks.  "The man is insatiable.  I swear, he has used every position
possible, and every part of our room."

Jared looked at Mikail to see his reaction.  We hadn't even introduced him
yet, and Jim was giving away his whole sex life.  "It's okay.  Jared, this
is Mikail.  Mikail has worked on a couple of photo shoots with LB and I.
And he knows about us," Hank said, indicating himself and me.

"LB?" Jim asked.

"And this is Jim, the one with the running mouth disease.  He can't keep
any secrets; his or anyone else's."  Hank said, and smiled.  "LB is for
little brother."

"I meant to ask you about that. Is this some kind of incestuous fantasy you
have?  I mean, did you always want to abuse your brothers sexually?" Jim
said.

Hank laughed, and Mikail looked bewildered.

Between bites, Hank explained how I didn't have any brothers and he didn't
have any younger brothers and how the names came about.

Mikail kept looking at Jared and then at Jim.  Jim was an anomaly at the
table.  Everyone else was at least 6 feet tall, if not more, and then there
was Jim who had to weigh 140 -- 150 pounds soaking wet, and 5 or 6 inches
shorter than everyone else.  I could picture Jared getting him in some
pretty wild positions.

"So have you been in on any of the kinky shoots that Hank and Kyle have
been on?"  Jim asked Mikail.

Mikail looked down for a moment and then said, "Yep, the kinkier the
better.  You should see some of the stuff we have done for the
photographer.  It is a wonder that we didn't just melt the camera, with
everything we did."  I laughed, as Jim's eyes bugged out of his head.


Jim watched as well, and then leaned forward, "Is he really going to get
shaved tomorrow night?"

Hank smiled. "Not only him, but LB and I as well."

"You're kidding!" he said, looking at Hank.

"Nope, we are all getting shaved."  Hank paused, "What about you getting
shaved as well?"  Hank smiled at the expression that crossed Jim's face.

"Really?"  I could see him processing the information, and the
possibilities were visible on this face as he moved from fearful, to
consumed with the lust factor, and back to reality.  "That could be so
cool!  But doesn't it hurt?  What happens if the razor slips?  How long
does it take for it to grow back?  What does it feel like?"

"Actually, I jut had an idea," I said.  "Tomorrow night we are doing a
shoot that is all about shaving and the photographer is looking for various
kinds and sizes of hands.  So, Jim, I know you are into shaving, so would
you like to come to the session and we could probably get you in on the
shoot.  We are going to shave Mikail as well!"  I looked at Mikail and then
at Jared and added, "And your big hands would probably be a good addition
as well."

Mikail looked around the table as Jim and Jared nodded his head.  Jim
smiled really big and said, "Shaving!  Yes!"  He reached over and lifted
Mikail's t-shirt, whistled and then said, "Count me in!"  Hank and Jared
laughed.

Mikail smiled and said, "You liked what you saw?"

"Hell, yes!"  Jim said nodded his head.  Jared had taken quite a notice of
Mikail's stomach as well and was eyeing him.

"Don't stop!  Tell me more!" Jim said eagerly to Mikail, leaning forward.

Mikail looked at me and then said, "Well, the last time we," then he looked
at his empty wrist and said, "Oh, shit, look at the time.  I have to run!"
Jim was very disappointed, and then got the joke and laughed along with the
rest of us, and muttered, "Asshole!" and more laughter.

Mikail stood up and then walked over to Hank and said, "Thank you, Hank. I
am glad we could talk.  I would like to continue this again."  I understood
that he meant without the others around.  I also watched Jared's eyes
follow Mikail out of the cafeteria.  I thought he might be interested in
Mikail.  And then I thought maybe Mikail might be interested in having
Jared fuck him.  I smiled to myself.  I would like to be there to see that!

Jared laughed and said, "Judging from the tent in your shorts, Jim, the
possibility really excites you!"

"Seems like he is a lot like Kyle in that way; everything seems to turn him
on!"  Hank said, and Jim laughed, and then looked chagrinned.

Hank leaned over the table and looked into Jim's lap.  It was good that we
were sitting a ways away from the other tables, because it could have been
embarrassing for Jim otherwise, with everyone staring at the tent in his
shorts.

Jared reached over and squeezed the tent in Jim's shorts.  Jim moaned a
bit, and then clamped his hand over his mouth and his eyes went wide!  I
loved seeing Jim squirm.  He had gotten me so many times; this was great.
I was chuckling to myself.

Hank reached over and checked my lap, and squeezed my own tent to make me
aware that I was responding to the conversation as well.  But I did my best
not to let out a gasp as he did that.

Hank smiled at me, and then reached up and rubbed my head.

Jim smiled and said, "What do you expect, Jared? You keep after me every
moment we are in our room!"

It was Jared's turn to look chagrinned.

"From the time I wake, he is after me.  The other morning he woke me up
sticking his dick in my hole!"  He smiled, and continued, "The other
morning I was standing taking a piss, and he walked up behind me and put
his hand on my ass and then started working his finger into my hole.  When
I groaned at this action, he moved behind me and began to push his cock
into my ass.  He took me right there!"  I smiled, thinking how Hank had
done that to me.

"Then the other night, we were studying at our desks, and he told me to
come over.  I stood up and he rolled back and showed me his hard on.  He
told me to sit on it.  He lifted me up and sat me down on his cock, and
made me fuck myself with his cock!"

Jared smiled, and lowered his eyes, but you could tell he had enjoyed it,
and I knew that Jim had.

"And every position I could imagine, he has tried: back, front, side,
sitting, lying, and standing.  That reminds me, he picked me up once and
just slid me down on his cock while he was standing.  He was holding me up
and fucking my ass and started bouncing me on his dick!"

Jared raised his right arm, tightened it up, and showed the bulge of his
bicep.

Jim ended with, "He says he wants to try it with someone else, so that I
have 2 dicks in my ass at the same time!"

Jared laughed and said, "And it isn't like you haven't enjoyed this and
haven't made suggestions on how you want it!"  He chuckled at the look on
Jim's face, and said, "And I think you are pretty eager to try getting 2
cocks up your ass!"

The thoughts of that made my cock swell.  I wondered what it would feel
like to have 2 cocks up my ass.  Would they fit, could I take them?

We went on in that vein for a bit, until we were all aroused.  We had to
adjust ourselves in order to take our trays back and head up to our rooms.
Back in the room, Hank said that we needed to get some work done on our
reports.  So we packed up our stuff and headed over to the library.  On the
way over to the library, Hank talked about how well Jared and Jim were
getting along and about Mikail's struggle.

I mentioned about the photo shoot for tomorrow night, and that I was
excited by it.  He laughed and said, "As I have said, little brother,
anything excites you."  He thought for a moment and then said, "Even your
Aunt Edna excites you!" Then he stopped walking, because he was laughing so
hard.  I had to laugh as well.

We got up to the study area and got set up.  I started working on my stuff.
It was amazing that Hank had managed to instill in me some good study
habits amongst all the sex that he was having me experience.  And he was
helping me to get healthier and fitter than I had ever been before.  I
shook my head, and dove into the report.  It was amazing the changes he was
making in me!

We worked for at least an hour, and then I felt Hank's hand slide down my
back.  I sat up straighter and he whispered, "Unbutton your shorts."

I did, without looking around, which amazed me.  He slid his hand down the
back of my shorts and caressed my ass.  My cock started responding right
away.  He slid his hand down my crack and whispered, "Lift up a bit."

I did, and I felt my shorts unzip a bit, and felt his hand move along my
crack until his finger found my hole.  He played around with my hole for a
couple of moments, and my cock was now rock hard.  He moved around and
pushed the tip of his finger into my hole.  I moaned softly, closed my
eyes, and concentrated on the sensations in my hole as he began to slide
more of his finger inside.

He moved his hand and his finger around until he found my happy button
-- the one he had taught me all about.  Like a jolt of electricity it went
through me when he first hit it.  My cock jerked, and I know I was now
dripping.  He kept that up and then whispered, "Unzip, and take out your
cock."

I was lost in the fog of lust and immediately did as instructed.  I was
eager to get my hand on my now aching rod.  "Stroke it," he encouraged, but
I didn't need much encouragement.  I was stroking away.  He continued to
finger my hole and prostate as my pace on my cock became feverish.  I
wanted to cum, I wanted the rush to wash over me.

I began to moan softly in my throat and felt it barreling down on me.  My
heart was racing and my breath came in ragged breaths between clinched
teeth.  Hank reached over with his other hand and cupped my balls and that
was it; I went over the edge and rushed head first down the cliff!

When the fog cleared, and I unclenched my jaw and my eyelids became
unglued, I looked over at Hank.  He had slid his hand out of my shorts and
removed his hand from my cock and was now smiling at me.  "Ready to study
some more now?"

I could only nod.  What a wonderful roommate I had!

******

Thank you again for your patience.  And I always appreciate comments,
suggestions and photos of what you think the guys look like.
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have fun

harry