Date: Mon, 10 Mar 2008 20:43:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kyle and Hank - Chapter 54

I was lying there in euphoric bliss, when I looked at the clock and
realized my Mom would be here in 20 minutes!

"Oh, Fuck!" I said, and when I explained to Hank and Nate, Hank just
started laughing.

"Well, she wanted to see what your new life was like.  Let's just invite
her in!" he said.

"Fuckhead!" I said, reached behind me, and threw the pillow at him.

I could tell Nate wasn't ready to go yet, so I said, "Nate, if you want to
continue this, we can, but not right at the moment."

"Really?!???! You mean it?"  He was acting like a little kid in an
electronics store.

I laughed with Hank about that.  I said, "Yes, Nate, I don't want to
throttle your exploration."

And before I could go on he said, "Well, what time will she leave tonight?
And then what time can we get together tomorrow, and can we just spend the
whole day exploring.  And what would you think about going off into the
woods and fooling around; I have always wanted to do some kinky stuff
outside!"

Hank laughed again and looked at me.

"Nate, calm down.  I want you to learn, but I have a life too, and, believe
it or not, I really want to spend time with Hank."

"That's okay, he can come along too.  It will be fun!"  His enthusiasm was
non-stop.

"Nate!" I said, and caught his attention.  "Look, I like you and I want you
to explore, but slow down a bit.  You can't have every toy in the shop on
the first day; enjoy each one and then move on to the next one."

He looked at me strangely.  He wasn't getting my metaphors.  "And I can get
some shots of you in the forest for my photography class, and maybe we can
set up the tripod and get some action shots of the three of us?"

"Nate, calm down!" and Hank laughed.

Hank spoke up then. "Nate, what Kyle is trying to say nicely is shut the
fuck up and listen."  Hank was smiling as he said this, but Nate sat back
and his smile left his face.

"Now, don't pout, Nate.  Kyle and I have something special going on here,
and while it is fun to do things with another guy or guys now and then, we
do want to spend time with each other.  There is still a lot we don't know
about each other – beyond sex."

He paused, watching Nate's face.  "So a little fun now and then is great,
but you have a life and school and so do we.  And I am sure that there is a
man out there for you that you can have all the fun in the world with."

"But I like Kyle," he said petulantly.  My heart went out to the guy.

I gently said, "I like you too, Nate, but I love Hank."  Hank reached over
and ran his hand along my back.  "So I know you are infatuated with me;
which still fucking blows my fucking mind!"  I smiled.

"So I can't be yours to do with as you please.  Now that's not to say that
we can't get together now and then and explore and have fun, but not every
moment of every day."

He still looked downcast, which didn't make me feel any better.

"I'll tell you what; let's plan on doing something tomorrow afternoon about
3 pm.  You can pick the location and decide on what `kinky' things you want
to do.  I don't want to make it sound like an appointment, but we'll spend
a couple of hours together and have a bit of fun."

He smiled and nodded his head, "That would be great!"

"In the meantime," Hank said, "why don't you scope out some of those frat
brothers and see if they might want to fool around when they are sober.
And I'd try another house if I were you, one that tends to work out better
I have heard."  I wondered where he had heard that.

Nate nodded his head and got up.  He looked around for his clothes and
managed to find all of them.  In the meantime, Hank and I were getting our
clothes together and straightening the bed. Hank came out of the bathroom
with the spray and gave the room a shot.  "Smells like sex in here," Hank
said. "Wouldn't want to give Mom any ideas!"

"Asshole!" I said.

Nate left with the promise that he was going to see us tomorrow at 3 pm.

After he left, I asked Hank about what he had said. "Did you really mean
that?"  I saw the question on his face. "About getting to know more about
me?"

He came over and hugged me. "Yes, little brother, I did.  You have heard a
lot about my brothers and my family, but there are still things I would
like to share with you, and there is a whole bunch I would like to know
about you.  I don't expect that we are going to get it all done in an hour
or so either."

I hugged him back and gave him a kiss on the mouth.  He slipped his tongue
into my mouth, and I opened mine, and the phone rang!  Fuck!

"Are you boys ready?" my mom said when I answered the phone.  I told her we
would be right down.

"We'll have to continue that when we get back," Hank said.  I smiled at
that thought and wondered how far `continue' would go.

We met my mom in the lobby, and she was reading the bulletin board posted
at the entrance. "What's tantric sex?"

I choked and blushed, and Hank laughed.  "It's a yoga, meditative process
that means the, ah, act can last hours and hours without ever, ah,
finishing."  I had rarely heard Hank stammer about sex, but, then again, he
was talking to my mom.

"Oh!  My!" she said, and led us out to the car.  "And they offer tutoring
in that?"

Hank laughed then, and my mom looked at him.  He shrugged his shoulder as
if to say, `what can I say?'

Nothing more was mentioned about tantric sex, or any other kind of sex,
thankfully, once we were in the car.  She wasn't asking directions or where
we wanted to go for dinner.  I thought she had said a steak place, but I
couldn't remember; too much had happened since the morning.

I wondered about Nate as we drove.  My mom was asking Hank about where he
lived and all, so I was free to ponder.  It was still amazing that he was
so infatuated with me.  I mentally shook my head, which just didn't jive
with my picture of myself.  Both my counselor and Hank were telling me that
I had to work on my self-esteem.

I thought I had been getting better about that, but being someone's sex
idol seemed a long way from being sure of yourself and who you are.

"Isn't that right, Kyle?" my mom said.  I had no idea what they were
talking about.

"Sorry, daydreaming.  What was the question?"  I said.

"Did you used to enjoy running around the backyard and through the
sprinklers naked when you were a little boy?"

"Mom!" I exclaimed.  Hank laughed at my discomfort.

"Honey, when you were 3 or 4, I think.  Your father would turn on the
sprinklers in the backyard and you would be outside in a flash, pulling
down your shorts and underroos.  Then you would yell and scream as you
jumped through the cold water.  Then you would laugh."  She paused,
obviously remembering something. "And sometimes you would stand right over
the top of the sprinkler and hold your pee-pee out and pee and yell, `Look,
mommy, I am a sprinkler, too!'

"Mom!" I was blushing by now, and Hank – asshole – was laughing in
the back seat.  "I don't remember any of that."  And that was the truth; I
didn't remember anything that had my Dad in it.  I am sure that Marshall
would have something to say about that.

"He must have been so cute!  I can just imagine it," Hank said, trying to
control his laughter.

"Oh, he was.  I remember him doing it when one of the neighbor ladies was
over, and she nearly wet herself laughing."  She patted me on the thigh,
and I turned my head to look out the window.  I shook my head; mothers!"

Hank was laughing again "Did he ever have friends over to share in the
sprinkler fun?"  I was going to kill Hank when we got home!  Just drop it,
I thought.

"Well, there was little Susie from next door.  They were both running naked
through the sprinklers – you know all little kids used to do that –
yelling and giggling.  But when Kyle did his little sprinkler act, she
screamed and ran to her mommy.  She said she didn't want KeeKee's (that's
what she called him) pee on her."

Hank was struggling; trying to catch his breath he was laughing so much.  I
felt it percolating through me and knew, as embarrassed as I was, the humor
was getting to me.

"But when Bruce came over - he was the neighbor across the street's little
boy - both of them stood over the sprinkler and played sprinkler.  But I
think it turned into a who could pee the most competition or who could get
the most on the other one."

Hank was roaring now.  I had a mental image of two little boys pointing
their little pee-pees at each other and peeing.  It was a funny image; I
had to admit.  But not one that I remembered.  I think I actually managed a
chuckle or two.

I turned to look at Hank, who was wiping tears from his eyes.  I looked to
see if my mom was looking.  She wasn't, so I mouthed the word, `asshole' to
him.

He looked to see if she could see, then flipped me the bird and mouthed,
`fuckhead".

I laughed then.

My mom patted my leg again and said, "It's good to see you having fun and
laughing.  You didn't do a lot of that during high school."  She looked in
the rear view mirror.  "You seem to be good for him, Hank."

Emotions hit me then and I had to wipe my own eyes.  It was so sweet of her
to say something like that to Hank.  Then to hear what she thought about my
high school year; it really hit me.

Hank reached up and squeezed my shoulder and said, "Well, he's a special
guy, and once we sand off some of those rough edges, I think he is going to
turn out pretty good."

I laughed at his 'sanding' metaphor, and wiped my eyes one more time.

Mom said, "I have always thought he was a special boy."

And before she could finish, Hank said, "Oh, he is special alright.  He is
so special he rode one of those short buses to school."  I got what he
meant, but my Mom looked perplexed.

"I don't know about that.  I think it was a regular bus.  But I don't think
that I told him enough, when he was growing up, how special he is."  She
paused, as if she was now fighting her emotions.  "After his father passed,
I don't think I paid the attention to him that I should have.  I think I
rather counted on him to fill the empty space and to take charge."

I saw a tear leak out of her eye and roll down her cheek.  She used her
right hand to wipe it away.  "Mom," I started to say, but she stopped me.

"No, I need to say this.  I have been thinking about this a lot lately.  I
kind of let you take charge, and I never told you how much I appreciated
that, or how much I loved you for it, and that I just plain loved you."

She wiped her eyes again.  Hank surprised me by handing me a handkerchief
– did they still make these things? – which I gave to my mom.  She
wiped here eyes and then blew her nose.

All the while I am saying, "Mom, thank you, but you don't need to do this
to yourself," quietly.  She was really getting to me.

"No, I do.  I probably didn't give you the love I should have.  And when I
look back and think of how unhappy you were in high school, I wonder if
that wasn't part of it."

I took the handkerchief and wiped my own eyes, blew my nose and, with two
fingers, handed it back to Hank, who smiled and rubbed my shoulder.

"Being unhappy in high school had nothing to do with that."  This was not
easy to talk about.  "I was picked on quite a bit and never really had a
good friend there."

I couldn't say more, or I was going to become a blubbering idiot.  Again!
She just patted my leg and nodded.  I guess she couldn't say more either.

I looked at Hank, who was now emotional as well.  He smiled with welling
eyes, and gripped my shoulder tightly.  He knew this had to be difficult
for me.

"Tell me more about Kyle running around naked," Hank said, trying to
lighten the mood and change the subject.

My mom chuckled, snuffled and said, "Well, mostly in the summer and mostly
in the backyard.  But there was one time when he went chasing after the
mail man.  He was expecting some kind of toy or something in the mail.  He
had just come in from the backyard and was drying off.  He heard the mail
drop.  He ran and checked it out.  The toy wasn't there, so he opened the
front door and ran after the postman, demanding his toy.

"Needless to say, he made quite the scene, standing there naked, pulling on
the postman's pants to get his attention.  Several neighbor ladies were out
and I saw several with their hands over their open mouths, with the `well,
I never' look.

"I scooped him up and brought him kicking and screaming back to the house.
I gave his bottom a good couple of smacks to get his attention.  I wasn't
mad at him running naked down the sidewalk – although that was quite
cute." I blushed again while she told this, and started to say something,
but she kept on.

"I was upset that he couldn't control his emotions when the postman told
him he didn't have a package for him.  He started kicking the postman's
leg!"

Hank was laughing again.  It was an amusing anecdote, but, again, not one
that I remembered.  In fact, I said, "Are you sure you are talking about
me?  `Cause I don't remember any of this."

"Yes, definitely you."  She smiled, "It was the talk of the street for a
couple of days."

"So did you and Bruce ever do anything else besides pee on each other?"
Hank asked.

I held my hand over the back of the seat and then down before I flipped him
off again.

My mom answered, "Oh, they were best buds."  She looked in the rearview
mirror again, looking at Hank, smiled, and said, "Yes, they used to stay
overnight at each other's house.  I remember coming in, in the mornings,
and finding them sleeping naked, the covers tossed on the floors.  They
were so cute!"  Now I knew my mom had to be making this up to get me going.

"You are making that up!" I said.

"No, I am not.  Bruce moved away when you were four, I think.  After that
there wasn't another boy your age on the street until you were a teenager."
She said it so matter-of-factly, that it had to be true.

"So poor Kyle didn't have any boys to play with!"  Hank said, and slapped
me on the shoulder.  I knew what he meant, and I think my mom got the
drift, because she smiled and blushed a bit.

"Ah, here we are!" she said, pulling into the parking lot of a restaurant.
I looked up and saw that it was a Japanese restaurant.  It was the kind of
food I had read about and then tried a couple of times in high school.  I
really liked it, but I couldn't remember my mom ever having any.

"I checked with the concierge at the hotel and they recommended this one.
They gave me great directions and made the reservations for me.  Hank, I
know Kyle likes Japanese, or at least I think I remember seeing something
about this, but do you?"

"Yes, I love sushi!"  He said, and then paused, "Any kind of raw meat, I
love!"  I got the joke again, but I think that one went over my mom's head.
I flipped him off once again as we got out of the car.

In the restaurant, we were seated and handed menus.  I could tell Hank was
excited.  Mom said, "You boys, I mean men, order whatever you want.  This
one is on me and I want you to have whatever you want.  Hank, do you see
some sushi that you like?"

"Yes, ma'am, I sure do!"

I was surprised at Hank's knowledge of sushi.  We had eaten some Japanese
food together, but never talked about sushi.  While I had read quite a bit
about it and tried a little, Hank seemed to have tasted the majority of it.

"Which do you prefer?" I asked.

"Mostly, I like Nigiri sushi," he turned to my mom, and said, "That's the
kind with a bit of rice with something over the top.  Most people think
that sushi is raw fish – that's sashimi.  Sushi is just the pickled rice
– sugar and vinegar, and you can put all kinds of things on it or in it,
and not all of them are raw."  I saw his mind working.  He looked at me
slyly and winked – I got the 'put all kinds of things on it and in it'
innuendo.

"My favorites are tuna, shrimp, octopus, salmon, fresh water eel, and uni
or sea urchin eggs," he continued on.  "The shrimp, octopus and eel are all
cooked.  And you can get it with egg, smoked salmon, and other items that
are cooked.  Oh, like the tempura roll," he said, pointing to it in the
pictures.

Again I was intrigued, because here was more about Hank that I didn't know.
He was right: we did need to learn more about each other.

We talked about the menu for a bit more, and we marked the sushi order form
for a wide assortment of items.  Mom ordered tonkatsu for herself, but
promised to taste some of the sushi.  She fairly beamed as she watched Hank
and I discussing sushi.  I had looked up at her, thinking that we were
ignoring her in our discussion of sushi, but she was smiling and seemed
happy about our interaction.

"Hank, how did you obtain your vast knowledge of sushi?" she asked.

"My dad loves sushi, so we would go to this all you can eat sushi place at
least twice a month.  So we all got to experiment a lot with the various
kinds.  Of course, they didn't have some of the fancy stuff, but then once
in a while we would go to a nicer place, or I would go with some friends,
or on a date."  Then he paused, and looked at me kind of guiltily; as if I
was going to be jealous that he went on dates.  I was just glad he was mine
now.  But I didn't ever have any real dates in high school.

"And when my brothers are in town, we always have to go out for sushi.  It
is kind of a tradition.  Oh, if they have it, you have to try shiso leaf
with the tuna.  It is really a great combination of tastes.  Shiso leaf is
the leaf of the coriander plant and has a sharp tangy taste that really
goes with the tuna.  So let's see if they can make a couple of hand rolls
with tuna and shiso."

I laughed; he was so enthralled with all of this.  We kept a conversation
about sushi until it arrived; then we dove in.  My chopstick abilities
weren't as good as Hank's, but he patiently worked with me and I got better
as the meal progressed.

Mom would ask Hank questions about his family, food, and college.  She was
genuinely interested in him, which made me very happy.

Hank ordered us a couple of hand rolls so I could taste the shiso leaf and
the salmon skin.  He got my mom to try a tempura shrimp hand roll, and she
really seemed to enjoy it.  By the time we were done, I was stuffed, and
had really enjoyed the evening with Hank and my mom.  They really seemed to
be hitting it off.

Hank excused himself and went to the restroom.  Mom said, "He is certainly
a nice young man.  I am very happy for you that you have found him.  He
seems to really care for you.  His family sounds fun, and I would love to
meet them."  The image of my mom at Hank's house where his four brothers
went around naked and all slept in the same bed was just too much.  I
couldn't see that happening.

So I just nodded and took another bite of sushi.  Hank had ordered some
great rolls, and I was enjoying the taste of the rainbow roll.  Mom looked
at me again and said, "And it is just as obvious that you care for him."
She put her hand on my arm and patted it.  "And I am very happy about
that."  She smiled wider and got misty eyed again, "I am really glad you
finally have some love in your life."

My heart melted. "Ah, Mom," and I wanted to say more, but Hank returned
with a funny grin on his face.

"What?" he said, when he saw the look on my face.

"What's with the..." but I didn't get to finish because, just then all the
waiters gathered around the table, banging pots and pans and chanting
something.  One brought out a scoop of green ice cream with a candle
sticking out of it.  They placed it in front of me and switched to English
and chanted `happy birthday' to me, while still banging the pots and
pans. I was beet red and ready to kill Hank!  He just loves to embarrass
me!

My mom clapped her hands together and laughed.  She was delighted.

After they left, I leaned over and whispered to Hank, "Fuckhead!"

He laughed and whispered back, "Just be happy I am not giving you your
birthday spankings right here on your bare ass!"

I looked at my Mom, and my ears burned again.

I ate my green tea ice cream, and shared it with my mom.  I threatened to
not let Hank have any.  I kept mouthing `asshole' at him.  And he would
laugh.

On the way back to the car, Hank and I held hands.  I thought it was so
neat that we could do this in public and around my mom.  I felt very happy.

On the way home, she asked Hank more about his family.  What did his father
do for a living?  What did his mom do?  Where were his brothers now?  I
hoped he didn't feel he was getting the third degree.

She didn't sound like it was an interrogation, but she did seem to want to
know a lot about him and his family.  Then I got a horrible idea that she
was going to call them up and start chatting about how `cute' the boys were
together.  I didn't know if Hank was ready for that.

Back at the dorm, she dropped us off and told us she would be back to take
us out for one last breakfast on this trip.  Then she said that she wanted
us to show her some of the notable sites in the area.  She seemed to have
developed a list of places she wanted to see.  Evidently, she and the
concierge had become fast friends.

Hank and I stood together, holding hands and waving at her as she drove
away.  When she had driven away, Hank turned to me and gave me a kiss.
That's when I heard, "Fucking faggots!" from some guy walking by.

Hank, ever cool, said, "What, you jealous?" and turned and walked with me
back towards the dorm.

"Why you," and this guy came charging at us.  It was like he was intent on
showing how tough he was.  Hank kept walking, but the guy clamped on to
Hank's shoulder and spun him around.  He then cocked his arm back and swung
at Hank.

Hank was lightening quick and moved gracefully.  It seemed like he moved in
a blur, and when he stood back up, the guy was laying on his back on the
ground moaning.

Several people had witnessed the whole scene and were applauding Hank's
moves.  Hank took a bow and pointedly took my hand again as we walked back
to the dorm.  My heart swelled.  He had stood up for us and did it with
such panache that he made the other guy into a complete ass.

Back in our room, as soon as the door was closed, I spun him around, hugged
him, and planted a kiss on him.  He responded back, and overwhelmed me.  He
covered my mouth and my nose as well.  He explored my mouth with his tongue
and provided me with air.

It was wild, scary, and it blew my mind.  I had never experienced anything
like that.

When he released me, I was dizzy.

He laughed, and pulled off his clothes.  I stood looking at his gorgeous
body.  Then he put his hands on his hips and stood looking at me.  Man, he
was so handsome!  Then it clicked, and I got out of my clothes fast.

When I was naked, he gripped me again, and ran his hands up and down my
back and ass as he backed me up to the bed and pushed me over.  He was on
top of me.  He was kissing my mouth, chin and neck, and running his hands
all over me.  It was so intense!  But his weight was having another affect.
I must have drank too much tea, because I realized I needed to pee.

I moved his head around until I had an ear next to my mouth.  I started to
whisper in his ear, and he started laughing. "That tickles!" he said, and
reached out to get me on my sides, which drives me crazy.

I was laughing and screaming "Stop!  Stop!" and laughing, and finally said,
"I have to pee!"

"Oh, how romantic!" Hank said, and rolled off of me.

I got up and headed to the bathroom.  Hank followed right behind.  I
thought he was going to put his hand on the small of my back as he usually
did, but instead he reached out and took my dick in his hand and pointed it
at the toilet.  "Okay, let `er rip!" he directed.

This had become much easier over the last couple of days, and I was able to
piss while he directed the stream around the toilet.  I got to laughing,
and he wiggled my cock up and down with my laughter but kept the stream in
the toilet.

When I finished, he shook my dick for me.  Then he kept shaking it.  Then
he began to massage it.  "Quit, or things might get out of hand!" I said.

He laughed, and cupped my balls and rolled them around in his hand.  "Nice!
Do you think they are full?"  He gently squeezed them.  "Did they get
recharged from your time with Nate this afternoon?"

I shook my head, and he looked disappointed.  "No, I mean, don't bring up
Nate.  I want you and, yes, I am ready for you.  Whatever you want to do, I
am yours."

He moved back to my cock and squeezed a bit more, making it expand more.
"Whatever I want?" he said, working on my dick.

I sighed, "Yes." It felt so wonderful!

"Okay, then let's go up onto the room and fuck up there!"  He grabbed my
cock, and started pulling me toward the door.

Oh, shit, I thought.  Is he pulling another one on me, like he had at
dinner?  But then he opened the door, pulling me by my cock.

*****

Thank you once again for your patience and encouragement.  Thank you for
the notes, comments, suggestions and pictures of the guys, they are always
appreciated.

have fun

harry