Date: Tue, 17 Apr 2007 16:25:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kyle and Hank - Chapter 31

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!

He handed me a sock and I looked at it for a moment, and then I got it.  I
took the sock and cleaned up my hand and cock.  I put my dick back into my
shorts and zipped up.  I realized I still hadn't looked around to see if
any one could see us, and now I was afraid to.  I handed him back the sock;
he took it, brought it to his nose, and inhaled.

I blushed as he closed his eyes, inhaled again, and smiled.  He was
drinking in the essence of me.  That made me wonder where the rest of the
cum had gone.  I looked down between my legs, sure that I was going to see
a big splotch on my shorts.  But there on the rug below me were several
strings of white cum.

I blushed a bit more, and looked around.  I could only see one other person
from where I was sitting, and he was quite a ways away and facing the
opposite direction.  My hand shook just a bit then, realizing what I had
done and where I had done it.  But Hank must have known who was around, and
I was trusting him more and more.

I took a couple of deep breaths, calming myself, and then went back to my
project.  It took a few moments to get refocused, as I kept going back to
the feeling of Hank's hand in my ass, and the feelings of the climax.  But
I was relaxing, and got back to focusing, working on my paper until Hank
said it was time to head back.

On the way back to the dorm, he passed a couple of guys.  I looked them
over, and then asked Hank, "Do you get the way those guys wear their
shorts?  I mean they have them below their ass in the back, and their
boxers are covering their ass, and they have it belted that way.  What is
the purpose of that?"

Hank laughed and said, "Probably so you will check out their ass?  Or maybe
so they can moon people faster and easier."

I laughed at his suggestion, and knew that I had been checking out their
asses even before I realized they were wearing their shorts the way they
were.  "I mean I know the 'Gangsta' look of having your boxers show above
the waist of your pants, but this is way beyond that, and it isn't just
sagging; it is belted that way, so it rides below the ass and doesn't fall
down."

"Yeah, we just wear shorts that ride down a bit and don't wear underwear,
so if I set my shorts just right you can see the top of my pubes," Hank
said, and turned to show me.  He lifted his t-shirt, and I saw the hair
lead down from his navel to the top of his pubic hair, of which about half
an inch was showing.

I moved quickly, which surprised me later, and jerked his shorts down and
said, "And so I can get at your cock quicker!"  He was now standing there
with his t-shirt up and his shorts around his ankles.  He didn't even look
around.

He just smiled, kept his shirt up, and said, "And what are you going to do
with it now that you have quickly gotten to it?"

I stammered out, "I, ah, am, ah, going to, ah," trying to make up something
on the fly, "reach over and, ah, feel it," which I did.

"Is that all?" he asked.?  Did he want me to suck him, right here in the
open, with the chance of someone walking by?  My cock stirred at the
thought, but that couldn't be what he wanted.  Then I thought, and decided
to turn the table on him.  "No that's not all. I wanted your ass free, so I
could fuck it right here, for everyone to see."

I saw a flicker go across his face.  I think I had gotten him for a second
and then he said, "Bet you $50 you won't do it!"

He had nailed me.  I shook my head, back to my shy self.  He chuckled, let
his shirt drop, and then bent and pulled up his shorts.  Then he ruffled my
head and said, "Don't close up."  He patted me on the shoulder.  "You are
getting better and bolder all the time!"

"Yeah," I said, looking him in the eyes.  He certainly was changing me.

We turned and headed back towards the dorms.  Hank said, "And what about
those guys that wear those pants that have only about 2 inches of fly.
Talk about low hangers.  I guess technically they are called hip huggers,
but they just don't do it for me."

I knew the kind he was talking about, "Yeah and they are usually tight as
well.  So there is no wearing boxers underneath those.  It is either briefs
or nothing.  Maybe it's to show off their crotches more?"

He chuckled, "But the ones I have seen don't have much of a bulge in front.
Otherwise, it would just bust over the top of those jeans!"

I pictured that in my mind, and smiled.  We continued our discussion of
college age guy's fashion in a joking way the rest of our way back to the
dorm.

At the bottom of the stairs he said, "$50 if you walk up the stairs and to
our room naked."

I looked at him to see if he was serious. My cock stirred, and I actually
thought about doing it.  Then I chickened out.  "Hank, it isn't the walking
naked that bothers me; it is the fact that I would probably be hard all the
way, and that is what I don't want to have someone else see."  I had
managed to get that all out!

"Why, saving that just for me and a dozen of my closest friends?"  he said
jokingly.

I blushed and realized that it was pretty much true - that I had been
naked, hard, and stroking, and shooting with at least 6 or 7 guys around.
And then there was that photo session where I had let at least a dozen
people in the class photograph me hard and naked on the bed when the sheet
came off.  My cock swelled.

I pulled off my t-shirt after setting down my pack, and Hank said, "No,
don't do this for me.  I want to see you naked and hard as often as
possible, but if this is really going to embarrass you and put you off and
get you freaked out, then don't do it."

Wow, that was really powerful; he was giving me a choice, and I didn't know
how to react.  I wanted to please him, but them I was afraid as well.  I
also thought about running into someone, and perhaps offending them.  I
mean, it might be against their moral standards or maybe they were^ÅI don't
know. Was I just making excuses?

I guess I had hesitated too long in my pondering, because Hank said, "Here,
let me show you how it is done."  With that he pulled off his shirt,
dropped his shorts, picked them up, and handed them all to me.  He picked
up his pack and, with it over his shoulder, headed up the steps - naked and
nonchalant about the whole thing.

I grabbed my t-shirt and put it back on, and followed him up the steps.  As
he turned for the next flight, I saw that he was grinning, but not hard.
His cock just bounced back and forth as he climbed the steps.

Half way up, a door opened and 2 guys came out and down the steps.  They
passed Hank and he just smiled.  They shook their heads, laughed, and said
something about pledges, and continued on down the steps.

At our floor, Hank put down his pack, flipped up on his hands and said,
"Open the door."  I opened the door, grabbed his pack, and followed him as
he walked on his hands to our room.  I opened the door and he walked in.
Then I closed the door and he stayed on his hands.

I dropped the packs and walked over and wrapped my lips around his cock
that was right there, so inviting.  He laughed and then collapsed onto the
floor.  I went with him and we fell in a tangle.  I moved to search for his
cock and felt hands pulling my shirt off of me.  I moved so it could slip
off, and then went back to grasping his cock.  My shorts went next, and we
were both naked.

Hank found my cock, and swallowed it.  I followed suit on his cock, feeling
it swell in my mouth.  He tasted so good.  We moved around a bit until we
were lying side by side, but head to toe, so we could work on each other.
Wow, this was my roommate!

I tried to follow Hank's progress and methods as he worked on my now hard
cock.  His was also hard and began to leak soon after I began to work on
it.

I heard and felt him moan around my cock.  I was sensing urgency in him.
He was thrusting his cock towards my mouth.

He moved around and I moved to accommodate him.  He was now straddling my
head, kneeling over me as his head worked on my cock.  I felt his finger at
my hole, and let out a gasp around his cock as he inserted his finger into
my hole once again .

I feverishly worked on his cock as he began to thrust it into my mouth.  He
changed positions, raising up off of his knees so he was now in a push up
position over me.  He began to pump his ass, and his cock slid in and out
of my mouth.  He was now fucking my mouth!

He removed his finger from my hole, and I felt coolness on my cock, meaning
he had removed his mouth as well.  He began to pump faster into my mouth,
and I worked to take as much as I could.  He was testing my gag reflex in a
series of deeper and deeper thrusts.  I fought it and tried to keep a tight
seal around his cock with my lips, and to keep a vacuum going on his cock.

His balls, which had been bouncing off of my forehead and nose, began to
draw up around the base of his cock.  I closed my eyes and focused on his
cock.  My tongue felt the heavy vein along the side of his cock as he slid
into my mouth at an ever faster pace.

I heard him moan and felt it build, as it coursed through his body, and he
began to thrust even faster with shorter strokes into my mouth.  I opened
my eyes and saw his body tense, and he pushed deep into my throat and then
simultaneously I heard a grunt and felt hot shots of cum in my throat.  His
legs quivered above me, and I heard indrawn breath over clenched teeth.

Several more shots filled my throat, and I fought to swallow and breathe.
He must have sensed my urgency, because he lifted himself up and out of my
mouth, keeping his cock hanging over my face.  I swallowed and took a deep
breath, and then licked the head of his cock and into his piss slit.  He
moaned, shivered, and then moved over and lay down beside me.

"That was one mean blow job, little brother," he said, as he panted just a
bit.

"Sorry, I neglected you there, but you were pushing all the right buttons,
and I just got carried away!"  Hank said, after catching his breath.

I looked at him and smiled.  He had really just gone for it, and I had been
able to please him.  It felt so good.  He had tested me on my ability to
take his cock; it hadn't been easy, but I, once again, had learned
something new.

He reached over and gripped my leaking cock and squeezed it.  I moaned and
pushed up into his hand.  "Still eager to get off?" he asked, laughing,
and, then with a less tight grip, wagged my dick back and forth.

"Yes," I breathed out with intensity.  I was still amazed that another man
was holding my cock and discussing getting me off.  It was all still new to
me, even though we had been doing this for almost 2 weeks.

He let go of my cock, and moved down and cupped my balls.  "You mean there
is still stuff in these?  You came in the library just a couple of hours
ago."  He applied just a bit of pressure, not enough to hurt, but just
enough for me to feel.

I moaned a 'yes' and he laughed.  "I don't know whether to make you wait a
couple of days before you can cum again, or to see if you can cum 3 or 4
more times tonight."  He had encircled my cock with his fist, and stroked
downward, causing the head to flare and expand.  I moaned again and pushed
up into his hand.

"Or maybe we should call up Jim or Mikail and invite them over for you to
fuck?"  He pumped my cock again.  I moaned more and pumped into his fist
again.  "Or do you want to fuck me, again?"  he said, squeezing down
tightly on my cock.  I was getting closer with the manipulations and the
pictures he was putting into my mind.

I gasped again and tried to grip the floor with my hands as I pushed up
into his hand.  "Or I could just hold my hand here and let you fuck it."
He held his hand still as I pumped my cock through it a couple of times.
`Yes!"  I cried.  He applied a bit more pressure, and I continued to flex
my ass and pump into his wiling hand.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensations coming from my cock; it
felt like every muscle was tensed and working on getting the maximum out of
each thrust.

I felt the floor with my splayed hands, and tried to gain traction for a
better push.  I moaned again and squeezed my eyes more tightly closed, as I
ached to reach release.  This was not at all like fucking someone, nor was
it like jacking off.  I felt myself approaching the edge, and wanted it to
happen, afraid that I wouldn't reach it.

Every sense was concentrated on my cock; that is why it was such an
overwhelming shock to feel warmth engulf my cock.  Hank had put his mouth
over the head as he continued to provide his fist for my fucking.  It all
came crashing down then.  I went rushing into the orgasm so fast that it
completely overwhelmed me.  I was moaning, squirming, shooting, pumping,
and feeling that incredible release - all at the same time.

Hank sucked spurt after spurt from my cock, until I was too sensitive to
stand his mouth any more, and pulled his head up with both hands.  I
unstuck my tightly clenched eyes and tried to focus.  When I could see, I
saw Hank, smiling and licking his lips.

He chuckled and said, "Think we can do three or four more of those in the
next ten minutes?"  He still held my wilting member in his hand.  He
wiggled it a couple of times.

"Right now," I said, as I tried to catch my breath, "I don't think I could
cum again for a week."  He laughed and cupped my balls.

"Nothing else in there?" he asked.

"I think you sucked everything out!" I laid back on the floor, relishing
the feelings that had washed over me in the last five minutes.

"I'll remember that tomorrow morning when you wake up with a hard on poking
me in the ass, wanting some action!"  He flipped my cock again before
releasing it.

I sighed, "You are probably right, you seem to be right about everything
else." I said through a contented smile.

"Come on, wilted flower, time for bed."  He paused and said, "That's a good
new name for you.  It can replace, Sir Everhard!"  He laughed, and
practically leapt to his feet.

He held out his hand and when I grasped it, he nearly flung me onto the
bed.  He was so powerful.  He turned off the lights and headed over to the
bed, the one I was unceremoniously dumped on.

He patted my ass until I moved around and got under the covers with him.
Then he spooned up behind me, with his cock nestled against my ass.  He
reached around and cupped my now soft cock and balls in his hand.  "'Night,
little brother."

He buried his head against my shoulder and was soon breathing slowly and
rhythmically.  Then he was asleep, just like that!  Amazing!

I did my usual recap of the day in my head, still amazed at all the things
I did with Hank.  I still worried about what people would think if they saw
what I had done in the library.  I thought of how easily Hank could walk
around naked.  I thought of how much I liked seeing his muscular body
naked.  I envisioned it again in my mind's eye.  Not a weight lifters body,
but a gymnast's finely detailed body.  My cock swelled a bit in his hand.

I smiled and drifted off into a dream of Hank working out on the rings
while I kept my mouth clamped on his cock.

***

Hank must have awakened first, because he was squeezing and playing with my
morning wood, and I had to go pee something fierce.  I realized that I
usually had to go after cumming, and I hadn't last night.  "If you don't
stop and let me out of bed, I am going to piss all over your hand." I said.

He squeezed and said, "And this would be bad because?"  But he released me,
and as I turned to get out of bed, I felt his hard cock against my body.  I
wasn't the only horny one this morning!

Of course, as soon as I was standing over the toilet trying to get my cock
to go down enough to piss, Hank was standing beside me with his hand on the
small of my back.  I was getting more used to it, but it still was new for
me - a man standing next to me while I took a leak.  It was wonderful!  And
it was much easier now to piss with him standing there, and, as soon as I
started, he joined in, crossing streams with mine.

His hand was playing with my crack again.  But I needed to do other things.
"Not right now."  I blushed, and he looked at me.  "I have to take a dump."

He laughed, and flipped off the last drops, and moved over to the sink to
floss and brush his teeth while I took care of my business.  This was even
more difficult to get used to.  I didn't know why he would want to be in
here with me when I did this, but he kept telling me it was so I would get
over my shyness and inhibitions.

I finished up and washed my hands.  He was putting on his running clothes,
and I found mine and dressed as well.  The morning run was becoming a
routine.  I wasn't even dreading the every other day runs any more.  In
fact, hadn't we run yesterday?  I didn't care, and didn't want to figure it
out.  I just followed along.  He kept pushing me, and I ran on and on.  He
slowed down at one point and finally came to stop at a backless bench on
campus.  He sat down and told me to get in my sit up position.  I put my
feet under his butt and began my set.  He kept count, and pushed and pushed
and pushed until I was about ready to pass out.

Then it was his turn.  He slipped off his shoes. placing his feet under my
ass, and began his set.  As usual, his seemed effortless, and his toes
worked on my hole through the thin material of the running shorts.  I was
soon hard, as he pumped through his set, alternating elbow to opposite knee
as he did.  He kept looking at me and smiling.  He could obviously see what
he was doing to me, and he was enjoying it.

When he finished, he stood and slipped on his shoes again.  I still
marveled at his balance to do this.  I was reluctant to stand.

"Stand up," he said.  I started to look around, but he shook his head and
kept my eyes glued to his.  I stood, and knew that my thin shorts were
tented drastically in front of me.

He smiled and lowered his eyes and mine followed.  I saw that my cock was
pointing off to one side, but was completely outlined through the thin
material.  "Nice," he said, as he reached over and squeezed it.  A small
wet spot formed at the end of my cock.

"This from the man that isn't going to cum for a week?"  he said, and I
felt heat rising up my cheeks.

"Come on, let's get back to running.  I bet you can't run with that thing."
He looked me in the eyes again and continued, "because either it will go
down or you will explode from the friction of the material rubbing across
it."

He turned and started down the path.  I swallowed and followed him.  I
caught up to him and he let me stay beside him, not attempting to outrun
me.  I was very conscious of my swollen cock, but then he began to really
pour it on, and I could only concentrate on keeping up with him.
Everything else vanished from my mind.  The next time I was aware of it, I
realized my cock was soft and sweating away in my shorts, as I fought to
keep pace with Hank.

We didn't begin a cool down run as we approached the dorm; he just kept up
the pace and flung open the door and started bounding up the steps 2 at a
time.  This put me off, and I lost pace with him, but kept going - pushing
myself to continue up the steps 2 at a time.  I was panting and blowing
like some race horse by the time I reached the top, and had a stitch in my
side.

The look on my face must have been pure anguish, because Hank patted me on
the shoulder and said, "Way to go, LB!  Great effort!  Now walk it off.
Shake it off.  You did great!"  He patted me on the back again, and opened
the door to our floor.  I walked along the hallway, past our room, and on
to the end of the hall and then back before I was breathing normally and
the stitch was tolerable.

He was standing at the door smiling.  "Take off your clothes, stinky!" he
said, standing there with the door open.  I stood in the hall and stripped
off my wet shirt, and then pushed down the equally wet shorts.  It was work
to get them down, but I managed, and then he motioned to my shoes, which I
stripped off as well, along with my socks.

"Okay, head off to the showers and I will meet you there," he said, walking
into the room and closing the door.  I turned around and ran hell-bent for
the showers.  I nearly bowled over a guy coming out of his room as I zoomed
by.  He recovered, saw me, and laughed.

I was in the showers and under the spray in a flash.  I stood there
trembling, as the hot water rushed over me.  Hank - one time he is
thoughtful and worried about me being naked; then next, he is sending me
down the hall naked!  I was still finding him difficult to understand!

I was soaping up when Hank came into the showers and stood next to me.  He
started the shower and began to soap up as well.  He was smiling as he
looked over at me.  "You made it," he said, as he washed his arm pit.

I shook my head at him.  "You confuse me and blow me away.  You aren't
consistent and I don't know what's coming next."  I thought for a moment,
and then added, "You certainly keep me on my toes."

"And your dick hard!" Hank said, as he plunged his head into the shower
spray.

He came out of the shower, blowing water, and smiled at me.  "Sometimes I
want you to think about what is going to happen to see what your decisions
are, and sometimes I just want you to do it and see what you do."  He
looked at me for a couple of seconds and then added, "You know you don't
have to do everything I tell you."

I thought about that for a moment.  He was right.  I just did what he told
me to.  But I liked being told what to do.  I had always had to make
decisions, so when someone else told me what to do, I just went along with
it, especially with Hank.  He was so great, and I was trusting him more and
more, and he had never hurt me.  And he seemed to know what turned me on
and which buttons to push.

I finished soaping up and showering as I thought about that.  Hank didn't
interrupt my thoughts, and just left me to them, as I tried to sort them
out.  He had once again made me think about what was happening, and what it
meant to me, and how I was handling things.  Not all of it made sense to
me.  My cock seemed to be in control many of the times and then my brain
some of the time.

Hank had brought me a towel.  I dried off, tied the towel around me, and
headed back to the room.  Hank followed with his towel over his shoulder.
I was still amazed at how nonchalant and confident he was.

Back in the room, I combed my hair, and applied deodorant to my underarms.
Then I sat down to check my email, realizing, as I logged in, that I hadn't
checked my email in at least 24 hours!  This was unheard of for me, but
Hank had kept me so distracted and so busy, that I hadn't had time.

There were dozens of emails there.  I saw one marked "Urgent!"  I clicked
on it and read:

Kyle ^Ö

WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?

You have missed 2 photo sessions you were scheduled for, and I have had to
fill in for you.  And honey, you owe me!  I am going to have your ass for
this!

You better be here today at 2pm!  If you do not make today's appointment,
YOU WILL BE TAKEN OFF THE SCHEDULE!

Get it?  And you have an appointment with Thomas tonight at 7 pm.  I will
NOT replace you in that photo shoot.  I have been out buying supplies and I
do NOT want to be part of that.  No, way, no how sister!  You get your ass
down here on time.

Got it?

Jim

Shit!  I thought.  "Hank, I have fucked up!"  I had him read the email, and
he laughed.

"Sounds like Jim is looking for your ass.  And I always thought he was a
bottom man!"  He laughed, and snorted.

My roommate was such an ass, speaking of ass.  I looked at him and smiled.
I didn't know what to think about what he said, but I knew that I had to
make that appointment at 2 pm.  My cock throbbed about the thoughts of Jim,
the photo shoot, the shaving session, and more.

Once again, my mind was whirling with all the thoughts and worries that
this brought to mind.

***

Once again, I must apologize for the delay - just wicked busy last several
weeks!  But I continue to appreciate the emails, suggestions, questions and
photos.  And the fans that bugged me with "where is the next chapter, damn
it!"  Always welcome - harryrod575@yahoo.com

have fun

harry