Date: Tue, 17 Oct 2006 18:20:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kyle and Hank -  Chapter 5

He was my roommate!  And I had only known him two days; yet I had cum three
times at his hands, and knew that I never wanted to be without him.  And I
also knew that I could never tell him that.  I mean, I couldn't tell him I
was gay, and that I liked him.  He would flip!  Man, was I one screwed up
guy!

Hank gathered up the clothes and said, "Let's head back to the room."

"But, but," I stuttered.

He laughed, "That's us, butt, butt."  He paused, and then added, "Butt
naked!"  He turned around and walked backwards, looking at me.  "Come on,
we will walk as far as we can, until the light hits us, and then we can get
dressed."  He saw my hesitation.  Part of it was that I still wasn't
squared away mentally from all that had just happened, and part had to do
with walking naked TOWARDS the dorm.

"Besides, I could outrun you with the stuff and just go back to our room,
and then where would you be?"  All my paranoia and fears came roaring back
then; all the times guys had played practical jokes on me, and made me the
brunt of some action.

"Hank, please don't leave me out here naked!"  I had real fear in my voice,
and he recognized it, because he stopped.

"Kyle, it is okay.  I am not going to leave you.  I am going to walk naked
beside you, and we are going to go as far as we can naked.  Don't worry; I
am right here with you!"  He put his arm on my shoulder and kind of shook
me, "Okay?"

I nodded once again, not trusting my voice.  I was very to near losing it;
too many emotions happening all at once.  We walked back towards the dorms,
and the closer we got, the more nervous I got.  My stomach was clenching in
knots, and I felt like I was freezing, but it wasn't that cold.

"Once we were out driving -- almost sounds like that line, `One time at
band camp' -- and we stopped at this way out of the way gas station, and it
was really late, and there was this young guy working the place.  We dared
one of the guys to go out and pump gas naked.  So he strips off his
clothes, gets out, and stands there pumping gas.  We were all watching the
attendant inside.  He was reading some book.  He looks up from his book,
and then back at his book.  His head flashed up again, and his eyes got
real big, and he came running out of the store.

"'What are you doing?' he screamed.  My friend just casually says,
`Pumping. Want me to pump some for you?'  We were about ready to die in the
car, laughing away.  The guy just stood there looking at our friend, up and
down, with his mouth hanging open.  Our friend finished putting the gas in,
put the hose away and the gas cap on, and then moved up closer to the
attendant and said, `Sure you don't want to pump something?'

"The attendant just stood there dumbfounded, as the guy got into the car,
and we drove off.  We were laughing so hard, and he was laughing and
shaking, and he got a bit hysterical, sort of like you.  He said that it
was just all the tension, and being on display and all - it just overcame
him."

We had neared the dorm while he talked, and now were less than 50 feet
away.  I caught hold of Hank's arm to stop him.  He stopped and turned to
look at me.  He smiled and said, "Hundred bucks if you walk all the way up
to our room naked!"

I shook my head and began to shake all over, and motioned for my clothes.
Hank handed me my t-shirt and said, "Fifty bucks in just the t-shirt?"  I
shook my head, and he handed me the boxers.  "Twenty-five if you do just
your boxers?"

That really gave me pause, but I could just imagine myself popping a rod
and it poking out of my boxers half way there.  I shuddered at the thought,
but my dick swelled a bit.  He handed me my shorts and I pulled them on,
buttoned them up, and zipped up.  I was feeling a bit better.  Hank stood
there still naked, which made it all the more stimulating for me, seeing my
roommate naked just outside our dorm.

"So how about you pay me $100 to walk from here to our room naked?" he
said, as he began walking towards the dorm.  I couldn't believe it!  I
shook my head; I didn't have that kind of money, although I sure would like
to see him do it.

"Spoil sport!" he said, laughing.  He stopped and pulled on his boxers, and
walked back even closer to the dorm, until we were only 10 or 12 feet from
the entrance.  He stopped then, and put on his shorts and t-shirt, and we
walked into the dorm and climbed the steps.

When we got to our room, I went in and collapsed into my desk chair.
"What's wrong?" Hank asked, after he closed the door and began removing his
clothes once again.

I couldn't voice anything at that moment; there was too much rolling around
in my head.  I took a deep breath, and looked up and saw him naked again,
and man, that was a great sight, but it didn't help articulate my feelings.
He walked over to me and pulled my t-shirt off over my head, and I just
raised my arms and let him.

Then he knelt down, unbuttoned my shorts, unzipped, and then pulled them
down.  I lifted up my ass, and he stripped me right there.  I was shivering
again uncontrollably, and couldn't get myself under control.  He must have
sensed something, because he pulled me up off of the chair, and then sat me
down on his bed.  He then got on it next to me and put his arm around my
shoulder.

"What's wrong, little brother?"  I shook my head, and didn't trust myself
to speak.  "Kyle?" He reached over and lifted my chin.  He looked me in the
eyes, and then around my face, trying to read my state of mind.  "Did I
push too much?  Ask too much?  Was jerking you off too forward of me?  Did
I cross some line I shouldn't have?"  Still I didn't respond.  "Look, you
have to talk to me.  I am going to sit here with you until you explain to
me what is going on?"

I sat there for a bit longer trying not to lose it.  I couldn't tell him
everything.  I couldn't tell him how I felt about him.  But I had to say
something.  I took a deep breath and tried to get a grip.  I felt like such
a wimp.  "Hank, no you weren't too forward.  I, ah, damn, this is difficult
to say.  Hank, you know I am, I mean was, a virgin." I kind of whispered
the last part.  He nodded, but let me continue.  "And tonight, you, we, I
did stuff for the first time with another person.  It was
incredibly-mind-blowingly awesome.  Then all the being naked outside, and
the bets, and the nervousness of that, and the tension, and the emotions.
It all just got to me.  I will be okay now."

I took another deep breath and went on. "In school, and really most of my
life, guys have made fun of me or played jokes on me or something, so when
you said you were going to take my clothes and leave me out there naked, I
really felt panic."  I swallowed, and breathed deeply again.

"You have been great to me. I never expected a roommate like you.  And you
do treat me like a brother, and that..." I was having a difficult time now
completing that, "that feels really great.  I always wanted a brother, and
I didn't have a father, so you have really helped me, and filled a need.
And I really, really appreciate it."

He nodded again, and I thought he was seeing how he had affected me. "And
you making decisions, and telling me what to do, is also really great,
because for so long I have had to do that, and felt the pressure of having
to do that, and face the responsibility if I was wrong in my decisions."

"So tonight was just a jumble of emotions and tensions and sex and all,"
and I managed to smile through that.  "So please don't feel bad or hurt or
anything.  This is an issue with me that I just have to get straightened
out."  I took a deep breath, and looked him in the eyes, and said, "Thank
you, Hank."

I had done the best I could, given where I was.  I couldn't come out and
say that I wanted to be with him always, and that I wanted more and more
sex with him, and that I was gay.  I felt it would just wreck the whole
thing, and I really liked what was going on so far.

He grabbed me and hugged me when he realized I wasn't going to say more.
"It's okay. I think I can understand.  And you have really met a need for
me.  I have always wanted a younger brother, someone I could show the ropes
to."

Then he broke the hug and said, "Okay, enough of that!"  He smiled and
ruffled my hair.  "You okay now?"

"Yes," I said, nodding my head and meaning it.  I had cleared as much of
the air as I felt I could, and felt good about it.  I cleared my throat and
sat up a bit straighter on the bed.

"Okay, I have something I want to show you that I picked up at the store.
Oh, and I have some money for you, since you won the bet of walking naked!"
He walked over and got his wallet off of his dresser and handed me 20
bucks.

Then he opened his dresser, and got out a package, and tossed it to me.  I
caught it and looked at it, and didn't understand.  It was a package of
three white men's briefs.  "What?"

He laughed.  "It is so you can make money."

I still didn't get it.

He came over and sat down next to me again.  He took the package and opened
it up.  He held up one of the pairs of briefs and let me see it.  "This is
$50 to $100."

"No, it is a cheap pair of men's underwear, probably less than a dollar."

"Actually, $1.75 each.  But there is this site that sells used men's
underwear.  I figure that you could wear these around, get some piss stains
on them, maybe some hash marks that you are so fond of making," I blushed,
"and sell them."

"Who is going to pay money for my used underwear, especially if they are
stained and dirty?"  I thought I could see where he was going with this.

"Come on, little brother, there are guys out there who will pay to get some
college stud's used underwear.  They get off on it." He continued to look
at me.  "They like guys.  They are gay."

"I get it.  I understand.  I know some guys like guys.  Okay.  I got it."
I paused and calmed down.  "So you want me to wear these, get piss stains
on them, and shit stains, or hash marks, and guys will pay $50 for them?"
I had read about the fetish of men's underwear, but didn't know you could
buy them.  I thought of the pair of boxers I had in my closet that I didn't
want to wash!

"Yes, and if you cum in them, you could get even more."  He looked at me
and smiled. "And judging by how much you produced just since this
afternoon, you could add some nice spots to these shorts in no time."

I tried to ignore that remark.  "So I just wear these around, mess them up
a bit, and you mail them off for me, and I get $50?"

He laughed, "Well, pretty much.  I get 10% for handling all the stuff on
line, and doing the shipping, etc."  He was smiling away, and I knew he was
really trying to help me.  I was embarrassed for wanting to do this, and
embarrassed that he was going to handle my dirty underwear.  "After you get
some money in, we can purchase some better brands, and some jocks.  They
seem to get a higher price at this site."

The thought of some guy with my used underwear was kind of a turn on.  I
knew how I felt, putting my cock where someone else's had been.  My cock
was swelling again just thinking about it.  Hank noticed, smiled, and said,
"Looks like you are interested in doing it, little brother!"

"Hank, that reminds me; I have a question."

"Go ahead, little brother, you can ask me anything. I have told you that
before."

"Hank, when I was naked and walking to the tree and back, I thought I would
have been hard during that."  I felt the heat in my cheeks.  "I mean, so
far, every time I have to get naked in front of you or someplace, I tend to
get hard.  But out there, I didn't until you came back and started talking
about jerking off."

He chuckled. "Yes, I have seen that happen a lot.  Guys who normally get
all boned up over being naked in front of other people, not reacting the
same way when they have to walk around that way.  But I don't think that it
is a given that you will always be that way.  I think it depends on the
situation."

He looked at me. "But back to my question.  You okay with the underwear
thing?  It is not going to freak you out that some guy is getting his
jollies smelling your underwear?"  He was studying my face as I answered.
I tried to think of what the "macho" dude would say.

"Nope, whatever floats his boat."  He laughed, and clapped me on the
shoulders.

"I like that! Now, we need a shot of you in your underwear to put on the
site."  He stood up and went over to his desk, opened a drawer, and pulled
out a digital camera.  He came back over to me. "Okay, put on a pair, and,
then either stand up or lay back down, so I can get a shot of you in them."

"Hank, ah, do we have to?  I mean, a picture of me on some gay site; what
will people think if they see me on the site?"

He laughed. "You think the guys that go to those sites are going to
advertise that they go those kinds of sites?  Anybody that sees you and
recognizes you will just think you are a straight dude trying to make money
for college, and that is the text I will submit with the photo."

I still wasn't sure.  This went against all of the fears I had over the
years about being found out.  "Hank, I am not sure about putting my picture
on the web in my underwear."

He looked me over and said, "Well, it looks like your dick thinks it is a
good idea.  He must be the exhibitionist of the two of you!"  He chuckled,
and pointed out my nearly hard cock.  The flush rushed up me again, and he
ruffled my hair again.  "It's okay, little bro'. I get a little turned on
sometimes when I am exposing myself."

I thought it was great that he never said, `you must be queer if you get
hard thinking of ... (fill in the blank).'  He always seemed so cool about
sex, and so non-judgmental.  That was a great trait of his.  But I still
wasn't ready for my face to show up on the web that way.

"Can we do it without showing my face?"  I said, trying to come up with an
alternative.  I stood to put on the briefs.  They were a tight fit, and it
didn't help that I was getting more turned on by the moment.

He grinned and said, "I guess so, and I can't believe it, little bro'.  You
are getting hard by putting on clothes, rather than taking them off."

The warmth flooded my skin, and I was getting damned annoyed with this
blushing issue.  But it was true. I was growing steadily, and there was a
clear outline of my cock within the tight white briefs.

"I, ah, it's the, ah, shit, Hank.  Just to think that someone is going to
be looking at me in my underwear on the web is turning me on.  I guess you
are right; there might be a bit of exhibitionist in me, as it certainly
seems to be turning me on."

He chuckled again and said, "It's okay. I told you it doesn't bother me.
So if you want to go around with a hard on all the time, it's okay by me.
But remember, if it lasts more than four hours, I am going to take you over
to the school nurse, and you can explain to her why you have been hard for
four hours!"  He thought that was funny.

"Okay, lay down on the bed there and let me get a couple of shots."

"But, Hank, I am practically hard!"

"Yeah, so much better for the pictures.  It can't hurt sales!  Now prop
your head up on your arm and lay on your side.  That's it.  Now hold
still."

The flash went off several times in a row, and I seemed to swell more with
each flash, until I was pushing the material out.

"Okay, now reach in the briefs and hold yourself.  Yes, that's it!  Great!"

I knew I was blushing again, but having him take pictures of me like that
was such a turn on.  And the fact that I could reach down into my
underwear, and grab my hard on with my roommate taking pictures of me, was
mind fucking!

"Can you work your cock until you get some precum, so you can get a wet
spot on the shorts?"  It wasn't going to take much, I was getting so turned
on.  I closed my eyes, and pictured Hank hard and holding my cock, and the
precum came flooding out.  A big wet spot appeared on my shorts.

"Great!"  He took a couple more pictures.

"Now, pull down the front of your briefs and jerk off."  I was in the fog
of lust and just did what he told me to do.  This was so amazing - to be
here jerking off in front of my roommate!  The camera flashed again, and I
lost it, and began firing off shots, and my whole body shook as I did.  The
camera fired several more times, and, then, as I came down, reality struck!
Oh, Shit!

"Great!  You are a natural at this, little brother!"  Hank was very
excited, both in voice and in his dick.  It had grown significantly, and
swung back and forth as he moved to take pictures.  "Now wipe up the jizz
and smear it all over the briefs."  I was trembling as I did that.

I had just fucking jerked off for my roommate!  Jerked off for my roommate!
Fuck!  He flashed the camera several more times as I wiped up the white cum
that had begun to ooze down my stomach and chest.  I wiped it across the
front of my briefs, and he took more shots.

"Yeah!  Now one more of you licking some off of your hand!"  I did, and he
flashed, "Yes!"  He was very excited.  Then it hit me again.

"Hank, you can't use that one!  It would show my face!"  I panicked a bit
and sat up.

"Don't worry; I just wanted that one for you."

I was still scared.  "Please, Hank, you have to delete that one.  Please!"

"Kyle, it's okay.  You CAN trust me.  I will only put it on your computer.
You can label it `when I jerked off for my roommate and ate my cum,'" he
chuckled. "Or `cumming in my first pair of briefs to sell,' or whatever.
It is yours."

He moved over to his computer and plugged in the camera.  I was torn
between watching the computer screen or his ass.  He did something, and
pictures started flashing across the screen.

"Come here.  See this file, `old memos;' that is my porn file.  You can go
there any time you want, and look at my porn.  I trust you with my
computer.  The password for it is `Naked4U.'  You can log in any time.  I
am not asking for yours.  When, and if, you want to give it to me, you can.
Until then, enjoy my computer and my porn.  I don't want to have any
secrets from you."

He looked at me with grave seriousness. "I mean it.  I want to show you
that you can trust me and that I am not like those assholes that teased you
when you were growing up.  I am your big brother, and I am here to protect
you.  If anyone bothers you, you just let me know."  He smiled, "'Cause
I'll go pound the shit of them if they bother my little brother."  He
ruffled my hair again.  It was becoming a constant, along with little
brother.

"Look, if my email is open, you can read it.  I am really serious about
being open with you.  What's mine is yours.  In fact, I was thinking, as I
made my walk to the tree and back, I need to go through my clothes and fit
you out with some of my hand me downs, because big brothers pass their
clothes down to their little brother.  And I noticed that there wasn't a
lot in your closet."  He smiled again.

"And it ain't charity.  I can't have my little brother not looking cool.
What would people think?"

Man, the emotions wanted to well up in me again, but I fought to control
them.  This was just too amazing; there had to be a catch.  I went through
life looking for the catch, the gotcha, but he seemed sincere.  He had
clicked on his porn file and set it to thumbnails.  I could see there were
pictures of him and some other guys and some girls.  I couldn't help it; I
wanted to see what turned my roommate on.  What did he jerk off to?

"Now get out of those briefs and let's get some more studying done before
we have to turn in.  Remember, lights out by 2 am."  Two am!  I was going
to be long gone by then.  It had been a long day, and an emotionally and
physically tiring one.  "And we need to do our 100 sit-ups before going to
bed."

"Sit-ups?"  I looked at him after I had pulled off the cum covered briefs.
"Who said anything about sit-ups?"

"Hey, if you are going to be posing for me, and putting pictures of you up
on the net, then we have to work on those abs some."  He chuckled, and ran
his hand over my stomach.  Damn, that felt good.  He took my hand and put
it on his stomach. "We want it to feel just like that."  I felt the ridges
of his six pack, and I closed my eyes for a second. Once again, I had my
hand on my naked roommate.  This was going to really keep me excited all
the time.  And I noticed he still hadn't gone completely soft from the
whole photo thing.

"Okay, they are done downloading.  Let's see, I click here and here and
start the slide show of my roommate promoting his first sale of briefs."  I
couldn't believe the photos of me.  I thought they were very erotic and
stimulating and, true to his word, he had kept my head out of the pictures.
At most, you could see a shoulder or part of my neck.  Except the last one,
me licking cum off of my hand with a glazed look in my eyes.  Shit.  No one
could see that!  I would really be ridiculed.

Hank looked at me and saw something in my face.  "Here; I am transferring
this one to this usb drive.  It isn't on my computer any more.  Now, let's
go over here to yours.  Log in your password.  I'll turn around."  He did,
and I was almost embarrassed that he did, but there was stuff on there that
he couldn't see, my porn collection.

"Okay," I said, when I had logged in.

"So we put this drive here, the computer recognizes it, and I move the file
from there to ..." he looked at me, "where?  Where do you keep your porn
collection?"

I looked at him and my stomach tightened. "Just, ah, put it in my documents
right now."

He laughed a bit. "Okay, not ready to share your porn.  That's okay, little
brother.  I don't want to see it until you are ready to show me."

He clicked, and moved the mouse around.  "There; it only exists on your
computer."  He clapped me on the shoulder. "Okay? All safe now?"

I nodded and said, "Thanks." It was as much as I could muster at the
moment.

He moved back to his desk and sat down in his chair, and went to work on
his computer.  I sat down at my desk, and tried to get my mental arms
around the latest episode in my mind.  I had jerked off for my roommate!
Fuck!  I was one messed up guy.

I went to work setting up schedules in my outlook, and assignments, etc.
Every now and then I would flip over and look at my pic.  I kept it to a
small size, so I could quickly flip away from it if Hank came over.

At one point, I felt the need, got up, went to the toilet, closed the door,
and sat down on the toilet.  Just as I got set down, the door opened.
Hadn't I locked it?  "Little brother, no privacy.  We are working on this.
Can't have you sitting in there jerking off!"  And he chuckled.

"Not that I particularly want to watch or even hear you take a dump, but
just so you get used to doing stuff in front of other guys.  It is done all
the time."  He moved away and then came back with his chair.  "I am just
going to sit here and read.  You just do your thing as if I am not here."
True to his word, he sat down, opened a book, and started to read.

I am not going to describe my bowel movements, other than to say I did it,
but was nearly red the entire time, because of every noise, and then having
to wipe myself with him sitting there.  I had never done this before!

When I was done, I flushed, stood, and walked to the door.  I was just a
little bit put off by the whole thing, and acted like a petulant child.  "I
am done.  Do you want to check and see if I wiped well enough?"

"Very mature little brother.  No, I don't need to look at your ass.  But if
you want to wipe it with your briefs just to make sure, you can."  I
blushed, and went back to my desk and sat down, vowing I would only take
dumps when I was away from my room!

He moved his chair back over to his desk, and sat down.  He went back to
his work and I went back to mine.  At some point, he got up and used the
toilet with the door open, seemingly without a care that I was right
outside the door.  He came back out, sat down, and went back to work.

A little later, I checked the clock, and it was 12:30.  I was never going
to make it another hour and a half.  "Hank, I am really bushed.  I am going
to hit the bed.  Is that okay?"  Why was I asking his permission.

"Sure, let's get our sit-ups out of the way, and then you can crash.  I can
turn down the lights if you need me to, and just work by the light of my
computer screen."

Fuck! Situps!  I got down on the floor between the beds, and Hank moved
down and sat on my feet.  He wasn't holding them; he was sitting on them
with his naked ass, and his balls touched the top of my feet.  I started to
swell up almost immediately.  Hank pretended not to notice, and told me to
begin, and count out each one.  He held on to the calves of my legs as I
pulled myself up.  Each time up, I either looked down into Hank's cock and
balls, or into his face.  His cock and balls were turning me on, and was
hardening right up.  And if I looked in his face, it felt like he was
reading my mind, and he would grin.

I started getting weary around 40, and slowing down around 50, and nearly
done at 60, but he kept on telling me one more, one more.  I was sweating
and groaning as I pulled the last six or seven.  I had lost all thought
about cock and balls, because my eyes were closed, and I was putting
everything into it to get those last ones done.  Finally, I could do no
more.

"One more," Hank said.  I shook my head, while lying on the floor
exhausted.  "Just one more," he pushed.

"Fuck you!' I said and did one more.  "Asshole!" I said, as I collapsed on
the floor.

He laughed and told me to remember my number, as we would be increasing it
daily.  He let me lay there for a minute or so, and then he told me to get
into position to hold his feet.

I placed my feet outside of his, and he slid his feet up.  I lifted my ass
off the rug, and he slid them underneath.  I leaned forward and grabbed his
calves and looked right down into his crotch.  Damn, it looked good and, as
tired as I was, my cock still stirred.

As he moved up and down, his toes moved under my ass and balls, and it was
very stimulating, because he was just pumping out the sit-ups at an amazing
pace.  He reached 100 without breaking a sweat, and went to 200 easily.
But his constant up and down movement had an effect on me.  I was hard by
the time he finished.

After the last one, he reached between my legs and batted my cock down, and
it sprung up and hit me in the stomach.  "Man, you are the energizer
bunny!"  He got up, and then pulled me up.  "Let's go get a shower.  You
are not going to bed all sweaty and stinky."

I almost said, `Yes, Sir,' but didn't.  I grabbed my stuff, and was putting
on my robe when Hank said, "Twenty bucks if you walk to the showers without
the robe."

My cock throbbed and I swallowed.  Why was I even considering it?  "No," I
said, and shook my head.

"You bet me 20 bucks that I won't walk there naked?"  I thought about that.
I loved seeing him naked in public locations, and my cock once again made
it's desires known.

I nodded and said, "Yes."  He smiled and said, "And if I walk there naked
you have to walk back naked.  The bet is 20 bucks, and you repeat the act."
He looked at me. "And if I don't, I owe you 40 bucks.  What do you say?"

I could really use the 40 dollars.  It would go a long way to help me for
the week.  "Yes," I said, and he reached out and shook my hand.

I knew I was screwed when he handed me his shaving kit, towel, and said,
"Let's go!"

He headed to the door, swung it open, and started striding down to the
bathroom.  I hastily followed him, trying to juggle all the stuff.  I loved
how his ass looked as he walked down the hall, the way the cheeks dimpled
in, and the way the hair created that pattern on his ass, and collected in
a dark line along his crack.

Of course, lucky him; no one popped out of their room as he made his trek.
I knew my luck would probably not be the same.

In the bathroom, he took his stuff and got out his soap and shampoo, hung
up his towel, and stepped into the shower.  He turned on the hot water, and
stood back while it heated up.  I was very conscious of the fact that I was
still very much aroused, and, while not pointing at the ceiling, I wouldn't
be pointing at the floor either.  Fortunately, there was no one else in the
showers.

I stepped in and went to another shower, keeping my back to Hank, although,
I don't know why.  He had certainly seen enough of my cock in all
conditions already.

"No, don't waste water.  Share this one with me," Hank said, adjusting the
temp of the spray and looking at me.  I blushed as I turned to walk over to
him.  "Yep, the energizer bunny.  Say, do you think you will fuck like a
bunny as well?"  He laughed, making pumping motions with his hips.

"Come here, little brother; I'll scrub your back."  He had soaped up a wash
cloth, and motioned for me to turn around.  My cock swelled at the thought
of him running his hands over my back.  Soon I would be pointing at the
ceiling, pun intended.

I stood with my front under the spray, letting the hot water wash over my
head, and then down across my crotch.  And then he put his hands on my
back, and I thought I would melt there.  He ran the washcloth up and down
my back.  I moaned, and leaned back into his hands.  He washed my back
thoroughly, and then ran the cloth over my ass.  Then he snapped the cloth
against my ass. "You can finish the rest."  He laughed and said, "I think I
have it clean enough for your debut in the hall."

I reddened again, damn it!

"And you can do my back now, little brother."  He got under the shower,
tossed me the wash cloth, and I soaped it up.  I then used it to lather up
his back.  It was so great, and defined, and warm, and wonderful.  I just
kept it up.

When I reached his lower back, I just kept going lower, and washed his ass,
and then moved to his crack.  "Okay, I better take it from here."  He
laughed, and took the wash cloth, and looked down, and laughed again.  "I
think I should call you bunny instead of little brother.  Or maybe E.B.
What do you think?"

I blushed, and smiled, and tried to say something, but nothing came out.

He chuckled again, then turned into the spray.  He washed the cloth over
his body, and lifted each leg, and washed each one.  I stood there,
watching the play of his muscles as he moved, and how the water flowed over
the hair on his body.

He finished up, turned to me, and saw I was still hard, and said, "If you
are going to walk down the hall, then you better do something about that."
He reached down and flipped my cock again.  I jumped, and got under the
shower.

I washed up, and then realized I HAD to do something.  So I turned on the
cold water, and stood there shivering, while I waited it for it to take
effect.  I was finally down, and freezing.  I turned off the water and
grabbed my towel.  I dried quickly, and then threw my stuff at Hank, and
headed for the door and down the hall.

I grabbed the doorknob and twisted, and oh! Shit!  It was locked.  I stood
there with my hand cupped over my cock and balls, waiting for Hank to get
there.  I was afraid I was going to bone up again standing there.  I was so
embarrassed.  I saw Hank come of the bathroom and did a loud whisper,
"Hurry up!"

He sauntered down the hall towards me, smiling all the way.  He was about
four doors away, when the door opened and this guy and girl came out of the
door, walking towards the stairwell, which meant they would have to pass by
me.  Shit! Shit! Shit!

They walked by, and I turned and faced the door, and kept my hands over my
crotch.

They walked by, and she was giggling at her friend.  I was red and
mortified.  Hank came up fast then, unlocked the door, and let me in.  I
was shaking and laughing and crying and all, once again.

He closed the door and laughed.  Then he saw me, and dropped everything on
the floor, and came over to me.  He sat down beside me.  "I am so sorry,
Kyle!  Little brother, I didn't want to hurt you or make you the joke.  I
am so sorry."

"Hank, it's not your fault.  These things just happen to me.  I am a loser
and a fuck up!"

He grabbed me and hugged me and held me.  "No!  You aren't.  Look, Kyle,
little brother, if you'll still let me call you that, you are not a fuck
up.  You are a great guy, and I like having you as a roommate!"  He was
really holding me and squeezing me.  Shit! Fuck!  He did care about me!

I squeezed back and said, "Thanks."  Damn, I was a lucky fuck!


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