Date: Fri, 5 Jun 2009 15:58:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kyle and Hank - Chapter 72

Thanks to all the new fans that made it through all 71 chapters in a matter
of days!

Thanks to Trent for helping me get things straight (well, er, gay?) with
the names of people and who did what to whom.

Much appreciated.  And thanks to Jere my editor.  All errors are mine!

Chapter 72:

After dinner, I sent Hank off to the library so I could wrap his gifts and
get everything ready for our trip next week.  "Stay out of the closet," he
said before he left.

And in a bit of irony that I usually didn't have, I said, "Oh, you got me
out and there is no going back in!"

The next week was going to be a hectic week.  I had to finish my photo
portfolio as a final class project and I had a special final shoot that I
wanted to do with Hank.  After wracking my brains for ideas, I had a sudden
inspiration and jumped on my computer to check a reference table on the
web.  Yes!  Then I slipped out of the room to scout the location.  It was
perfect!  But timing would be critical.  Now, if only the weather would
hold ...

And then of course I had to study for finals and I tended to get distracted
by Hank in the library.  I think our little corner was getting a bit rank
anyway from the number of times we had peed or shot cum over the carpet.

Just as I was thinking about that I got a text from Hank.  He started
sending me pics.  He had spotted a guy in the stacks jerking off and was
taking pics of it.  Then he switched to sending me a streaming vid of it.
It was great and hilarious.  This guy had dropped his pants to the floor
and had his shirt pulled up, pounding away on his dick.  I don't think he
had any clue that Hank was capturing him live.

He quickly came and then quickly and nervously pulled up his pants, got
himself together and then got out of the area.  Hank called me and asked if
I wasn't ready to come and do some studying.  I laughed and said, "I have a
bit more to do here and then I can come to the library."

I finished up wrapping all of Hank's gifts except the final one.  I wanted
to do a very special photo one and I needed one more picture for it.  While
I was working, I thought about the vid that Hank had just streamed to me.
It gave me an idea about getting back at those high school bullies, but did
I have the balls to pull it off.  It made me sweat every time I thought of
them.

I mentally laughed at myself.  The counselor, Marshall, had talked to me
about them after that nightmare I had the other day.  He had talked about
the need to either move on or face them and then move on.  I was better
than they would ever be, he said.  And then added, that I just needed to
believe that.

I got dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, grabbed my jacket, backpack, slipped
on my crocs and headed over to the library.  On the way over, I kept a
lookout for guys.  After all the crap that Hank and I did around campus, I
started to wonder who else was doing it.  So now instead of walking with my
head down, I looked around, checking out the shadows, dorm windows, dorm
roofs, etc.

More than once I had caught the daring frat, or dorm rat doing something
naked or jerking off in the shadows.  I laughed to myself, a shadow
exhibitionist that was funny.

I didn't see any tonight on the way to the library.  Once in the library, I
headed upstairs to the area we commonly used.  When I got to the end of the
row opposite where we study, I saw Hank with his head phones on and back to
me, working on his laptop.

I decided to surprise him.  I set down my backpack, shucked off my shirt
and pants.  I then quietly tip toed up to him and rubbed my dick against
the side of his neck.  He nearly jumped out of the chair.  He made such a
noise that I thought he was going to get people running over.  He saw my
nakedness and laughed.  He grabbed my dick and fondled it, trying to get me
hard.

I let him have a moment with my dick, and then I went back and got my
stuff.  I started to put on my clothes again, and he said, "I dare you to
sit there naked and work."

I thought about it and then said, "I will if you will?" The old I'll show
you mine, if you show me yours routine.

He laughed and said, "How about you do the first 30 minutes and I do the
second 30?"

I thought about that and said, "Yeah, but you would say after my 30 minutes
was up that you had to leave or something."

He laughed again, "You are getting to know me way too well.  And I have
told you too many stories about what my brothers would do to me."

He pulled off his t-shirt then and stood to pull off his jeans.  He started
to leave his jeans around his feet, but I told him no, he had to put his
clothes either in the backpack or on the chair on the opposite side of the
table.  He agreed, as long as I did the same.

So we stuffed our clothes into our backpacks and sat down to work.  He let
me get my laptop open and actually focused on work before he reached his
hand into my crotch and started sliding his fingers across the top of my
dick.

I took his hand away.  I waited a bit and then slid my hand down his back
and into his crack.  I was searching for his hole.  And he raised himself
up a bit, so I could slide my hand around and get my middle finger pressing
on his hole.  He let me get two fingers in up to the second knuckle and
then sat down on my hand, trapping it.

I now couldn't use my laptop or do anything.  He chuckled and finally
released my hand.  I put my fingers under his nose.  He stuck out his
tongue and licked them.  "You are one sick mother fucker," I said.  He
laughed again.

We settled in to actually studying then.  I was really pushing towards the
end of my semester long project and it was looking good.  Hank had done
some good in the way he kept after me to really study and get work done.
He also liked to distract me now and then.

"Kyle?" It took a couple of seconds for it to register through the
headphones, but I finally heard it and looked up.  There was Mark, one of
the massage therapists that had worked on me.  I smiled and pulled off my
headphones.

"Mark, hey, how's it going?"  I sat back in my chair as I looked up at him.
I saw his eyes go wide and followed his gaze.  He was looking down into my
naked crotch.

"A little nature study, or natural study techniques, or something," he said
as he looked back and forth from my crotch to my face.

I think I felt a tinge of embarrassment then.  "Well, yeah, I ..."

"I can hardly keep him in clothes," Hank piped in.  "And he insists that I
take mine off as well, because it 'feels so good and is so natural'." Hank
uses his fingers to make quotation marks in the air.

He has leaned back now and Mark can see that we are both naked.  "Looks
like you don't need massages to help you relax," he said taking in my
crotch again.

Hank said, "No, it is clothes that make him uptight!  He loves having his
cock handy.  He thinks of it as his security blanket.  He likes to keep
reassuring himself that it is there."  He smiled and Mark got that he was
kidding.

"You want to study with us?" Hank said, then chuckled, "or are you just
going to study us?"

Mark blushed and smiled nervously.  This was a man who was used to touching
naked people.  But it was probably like me and photography.  There was a
difference between nudity and sexuality.  Being nude wasn't necessarily
sexual.  I was getting very nonchalant about being naked in front of people
for the photo sessions, walking in the halls and even stripping down here
in the library.

It was when my brain plugged into the "lust" of it that my dick got hard
and I became a sexual creature then.  The more Mark looked at me, the more
I wondered if my brain was going to switch over to sex.

"No.  No, I should study someplace else.  I would not get much studying
done around you two."  His smiled broadened, "Especially around Kyle.  I
would have a HARD time focusing on anything other than his hot body."  That
made me blush and the blood stirred in my crotch.

"Did you hear that little brother; he has the hots for you!" Hank said,
poking me in the ribs with his elbow.

Mark blushed again and said, "Kyle, I would really like to get my hands on
you again."  That did cause my ears to redden and my dick to swell.

Hank looked at my face and then back to Mark.  "I think he means someplace
else other than the massage table."  Mark's smile broadened.

"That's a nice thought, Mark, but I am trying to stay pretty close to Hank
and be his number one guy."

Hank looked at me and gave me his special smile.  "You can do what you want
with Mark," he said, but I could tell he appreciated my desires.

Mark looked back and forth between us, "Look, I don't want to come between
you."  He paused and then said, "Well, thinking about that statement, I
would like to be between you, but I mean, I don't want to create any
friction," he paused, thought again, smiled and said, "I mean."

"I know what you mean," I said.  I swallowed and tried to figure out if I
would get emotional or not trying to say what I wanted to say.  "Look, Hank
and I are together, a couple, wanting to be together, whatever you want to
call that."  I felt the passion welling up in me.  "I care, I mean, I love
him."  I blushed and Hank's smiled broadened.  "And although we still end
up involved in wild and crazy things sometimes, I really am trying to limit
myself to him."

I had said it, but I knew there was moisture in my eyes.  And, could it be,
that there was some in Hank's eyes as well.

"So you won't be in for another massage?" Mark asked sincerely.

Hank laughed, "He might be in for a massage, but he is trying to say he
doesn't want it to go further than that."  He smiled and looked at me,
"However, if Sir Everhard pops up, I don't know that he would stop any
advances you made."  Mark looked at me and then back to Hank.

"What I am saying is that his little head can override his big head."  He
looked at Mark, "If he gets a hard-on, Kyle loses all control over his dick
and his dick does what it wants until it is satisfied."  Mark was laughing.

"I get it."  He seemed to get into the gist of the kidding, "I used to have
that problem, but then I turned 16 and learned to control him a little
better."  That caused Hank to bust out laughing and I thought sure someone
was going to come over and find us sitting around naked.

"Well, in that vein, he is still 15.  He just started exploring his
sexuality so his does have some catching up to do."  Then Hank tempered his
kidding and said, "But he is getting better at control.  Just look.  He is
sitting here naked and is still not quite hard."

"Okay guys, you can knock the ribbing off at any time." I said, half
seriously.

"How about we knock one of these off," Hank said making a jacking motion in
his lap.  Mark laughed.

"How about this?" Hank asked, "If you want to give him a 'massage' "(finger
quotes in the air, again) "you can come over tomorrow night to our room
around 7 or so."  Hank looked at me and added, "that way I will be around
and can supervise what is going on."

Mark smiled sheepishly and said while nodding his head, "That could work."

Hank added, "Only one other thing you should know.  We never wear clothes
in our rooms."

"And that would be different than this, how?" Mark asked. He waved to us,
turned and sauntered off.

"I am horny, little brother," Hank said.

"And what do you want to do about that here in the library?" I said,
wondering what he was going to suggest.

He said, "Well, you could lean over the table and I could fuck you.  Or you
could sit on my lap and I could fuck you.  Or you could lie down in one of
the aisle and I could fuck you.  Or ..." He looked at me and laughed.

"Why do I get the feeling that you want to fuck me or something?"

"Okay, here's an idea.  You go into the men's room.  Go into the handicap
stall.  Strip down, if you dress before you walk over there, leave the door
unlatched, lay on the floor and I will come in and fuck you."

The visual of this was working on me.  I knew the restroom he was talking
about.  It wasn't far away and not many people used it.  We had done things
in there before.  I had a thought.  I reached into my backpack.  "Here is
my camera.  If I am caught, you can say you are working on an art project.
They might buy that."

He smiled and took the camera.  "So this means you are going to walk over
there naked?"

I put my laptop away, and grabbed my backpack.  I slung it over my shoulder
and started walking towards the restroom.  While I was used to walking
around in photo shoots and my dorm naked, this was a new environment.  What
if I ran into someone?  Would I get suspended?

I walked a little faster as these thoughts and others began to swirl in my
head.  Was I fucking crazy?  I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself
down.  I could feel myself heading towards a complete melt down if I
started what-ifing myself.

I made it to the men's room, went into the handicap stall, set down my pack
and then got down on the floor.  My heart started racing again, as I
wondered, what would happen if someone else came in.  I heard the door open
and I thought my heart was going to pound out of my chest.

I listened closely for some indication that it was Hank.  I didn't hear
anything until I heard the door to the stall bang open and a low gruff
voice say, "What the fuck is this!" In the split seconds that it took me to
figure out it was Hank's voice just trying to be disguised, I nearly passed
out, shit myself and pissed myself.

"Nice looking ass, little boy," he said in the same gruff voice, but this
time I heard the humor in the voice.

"Then get over here and stick your dick into it!" I said, reaching back and
spreading my cheeks.

He laughed, closed and latched the door, dropped his pack, stripped off his
clothes, rubbed some lube on his dick and was kneeling between my legs in
about 2 seconds.  He leaned in and inserted his dick into my ass.  I loved
that feeling!  I moaned and he groaned.

He started out with slow, long strokes.  I had low moans in my throat and
my dick was hard against the tile below me.  As he picked up speed, he
began to grunt with each punch into my ass.  He had picked up a steady
pounding rhythm when we heard the door to the restroom open.  He stopped
and we both listened.

We heard pissing in the urinal and Hank slid out and then pounded back in.
I bit back a grunt of my own.  He stopped and waited until we heard the
flush to pump me a couple more times.  We heard water at the sink and then
the door open.  He waited until he heard the door close before he started
pounding my ass again.

He had done this for at least another couple of strokes before there was a
bright flash of light.  I thought at first that the ceiling light had
popped.  I started to get up and move, but Hank held me still and whispered
into my ear.  "Stay still."  We heard the door open and close again.  He
began to fuck me in earnest again.  I wanted to ask him what was going on,
and he just shushed me and kept pumping into my ass.

As usual the moan began deep in his throat as he reached the edge.  He
pushed deep inside me, filling me with his hot cum.  That was the point
that pushed me over the edge.  I covered the floor below me with my own
cum.  I shuddered from the strength of the orgasm.

Hank sighed and then started laughing in my ear.  "That was fucking
amazing!" he said as he eased out of me.  "You realize that we had our
picture taken?"  He laughed when he felt me tense.  "there is no way they
could tell who it was! "

We managed to untangle ourselves.  My heart was still racing at the thought
of being caught.  That paranoia of old, still crops up now and then.  Hank
didn't seem to mind and if anyone was more recognizable, it was him.

This got me to wondering if the guy that took the picture turned us in and
would the campus security be waiting outside of the door when we left.
After dressing, I hesitated to open the door to leave the bathroom.

Hank looked at me and wondered about my hesitancy.  He pulled open the door
and there were not three security guards standing there to arrest us.  We
headed back to our table.  We went back to studying.  It took me a bit for
my pulse to steady and for me to quit looking over my shoulders.

I glanced at the time and said, "Oh, shit!  We need to get out of here!"

Hank looked at me strangely.  "I have to do my final photo shoot and I need
you to be there.  We discussed this. I have to get there just at the right
time."  I was in panic mode again and Hank knew it.  He laughed at me.

We quickly packed and got back to the dorm.  I had borrowed a special lens
from the photo office.  I got it, my camera, tripod, and pushed Hank out of
the dorm room and to the stairs up to the roof.

Up on the roof, I had Hank strip and get into position as I set up the
tripod, camera and lens.  A light breeze passed across us.  I prayed that
the lunar schedule I had looked up on the internet would turn out to be
accurate.  Hank made a comment about the craziness of being out here
bare-assed in December.

And then, just like the timetable said it would, the full moon started to
rise magnificently in the background.  I didn't have much time.  I had Hank
leaning over the edge of the roof, with the moon behind him.  So he was
perfectly silhouetted and light played down his back.  Perfect!  I got a
couple of pics that way.  Then I had him sit on the edge of the roof and
got more profile pics.  And then more positions at different angles and
distances and then the moon was too high.  Just in case, I got several solo
shots of the full moon with great detail, so I could use them in photo shop
if I had to.

When I was done, Hank had me strip, and we sat on the edge of the roof.  He
started roaming his hands over my body.  I figured we were going to end up
having sex on the roof.  It wasn't a bad side benefit of the photo shoot.

"What the fuck is going on up here?" a demanding voice shouted and then a
flash light was pointed into our faces.

I grabbed for my clothes, but Hank sat unflustered by the interruption.
Any passion I had, wilted as the light came closer to us.  "You two," said
the voice behind the flashlight.

Hank must have recognized the voice because he said, "So are you going to
punish us again?"

I wondered who it was and what he meant.

"Come on, you two, follow me," the guy said and used the flashlight to wash
the rooftop in light, so we could see where we were going.

"Can we get dressed first," I asked, nervously.

"No," he said and then said, "if you have something on, then yes, if not,
just bring your stuff with you."

Fortunately, I had grabbed my boxers and gotten then part way up my legs.
I pulled them up and then grabbed the rest of my clothes, backpack and
camera.  Hank grabbed his stuff and followed me.  He stayed naked.  It
never seemed to bother him to be naked.

In the light of the stairwell, I saw that it was Frank, the RA.  I started
to say something, but he cut me off and took us down the stairs to his
floor.  He opened the door and marched us along the hallway to his room.
Of course, his room was at the opposite end of the hall, so we were paraded
along the hall.

"Look who is in trouble now.", "Wonder if they are going to get their asses
paddled?" and "Losers!" greeted us from the open doorways and guys along
the hall.  Hank just swaggered that much more.  I am afraid that I blushed
and added to their fuel by showing that their taunts were striking home.

At his door, Frank opened, it and then stood in the hall holding the door
open so we could enter.  Once we were inside his room, he closed the door
and said, "Well, do you have an explanation for being naked on the room of
the dorm?"

He looked at both of us and then added, "Were you pissing off of the roof?"
I could almost hear the 'again' when he said that.

"No, sir," why did I say 'sir'? "I was working on a photo project for my
photography class.  I had to wait until the moon was full before I could
take the pictures.  I didn't think anyone would notice up on the roof.  I
didn't use a flash or anything."  I was sweating as I tried to get all the
words out quickly and coherently.

Hank laughed at me and said, "Kyle, chill out.  Frank just wants to get his
jollies off by giving us a spanking on our naked ass.  He is just using
this as a reason to get us naked and in his room."  Hank said it without
malice and just smiled his precious smile after he said it.

Frank chuckled then, "So you have me figured out so easily."  He looked at
me and said, "Lose the boxers.  And it might do well for you to get some
photos of me punishing Hank and then he can get some of you."

He smiled, sat down in his straight-backed desk chair.  He patted his knee.
"Who's going to be first?"

I handed the camera to Hank.  I was going to be first.  I figured watching
Hank get it would freak me out before my turn.  And besides, as I
remembered, Frank was not sadistic.  He just liked the dominance part of
it.  I knew that one of us would end up blowing him or something.

I lay across his knees with my dick pressed against his thigh.

He rubbed my bottom with his hand.  He was gentle and it began to arouse
me.  I thought I felt his crotch expanding against my stomach.  "Such a
beautiful ass," he commented as he raised his hand and brought it down with
a smack.  The sound was actually louder than how much I would have expected
that kind of sound to hurt, if that makes any sense.

Still I did jerk at the smack and raised my head up.  "Easy there, Kyle,"
he said and rubbed my ass again.  He smacked my ass again, and again, until
he had given me ten swats on my ass.  Hank had taken a couple of shots of
me getting whacked.

When Frank released me, I stood and my dick was now hard.  He whacked it
down and let it pop back up and hit me in the abdomen. "Ooff," I expelled a
rush of air.

Frank laughed.  I saw that his crotch was much more tented now.  Before
Hank got into position he asked, "Do you want to go ahead and lose the
shorts before you start on my ass?"  Again he was not malicious.  He was
just being his usual forward self.

Frank laughed again, rose up, and peeled off his shirt, and shorts.  He
left his boxers on.  I could clearly see the outline of it as he sat back
down.  He had kind of rust colored pubes that poked out of the fly of his
boxers.  I realized as I was focused on Hank's wonderful ass, that I hadn't
seen Frank naked before this.  Last time, it was just us naked.  Hank had
jerked me off in front of Frank and I had shot all over his face.  My cock
flexed as I thought about that.

I saw him caressing Hank's ass.  His had much more hair than mine and I
loved the pattern it made on his ass.  It was still in the 1/4" or so mode
since his last shaving.  The first smack left a palm print on Hanks right
butt cheek.  Hank didn't flinch much, nor did he tighten his ass up before
each blow.  That made me remember that he said always relax and it won't
hurt so much.  Guys make more of it than it is between their mind and
tightening the muscles, Hank had explained.

After five swats, Frank reached down and felt Hank's cock.  It was not hard
yet.  But it had swelled a bit, chubbed up a bit as Jimmy would say.
Without making a comment about that, Frank went back to applying the swats
to Hank's ass.  He spent more time rubbing between swats than he had on me,
or so it seemed.

Between eight and nine he ran his hand up and down the crack of Hank's
butt.  He lifted his fingers to his nose, closed his eyes and inhaled.  I
knew it would be the musky scent of Hank that he would be getting.

After ten, he stopped and said, "Okay, boys, that concludes your
punishment, except for one thing.  The guys on the floor are having an
ultimate man challenge tomorrow and I want you two to compete."

Hank shrugged his shoulders and said, "Sure," without asking or getting any
more information.

"Okay, be in the common room at 6 pm tomorrow night wearing only a pair of
tightie whities."  Hank had stood by then and Frank was rubbing his hand
along Hank's body, exploring all the nooks and crannies.

Hank, ever the leader said, "Well, what will it be tonight, Frank?  You
want to suck one of us, or have one of us blow you or what?"

"You take liberties with my patience and humor," Frank said sounding even
more pretentious than normal.

"I think that you deserve to be brought down just a notch for that comment,
young man," as if he was 15 years older than us or something.  I tried not
to laugh.  "I think you need to jerk me off.  Kneel here in front of me and
show me how you pleasure yourself."

Knowing Hank as I did, I knew this was no problem for him at all.  He had
done this so many times he was indifferent about the whole thing.  I was
getting more relaxed about this kind of thing, but I still felt Frank was
being a bit of a prick.  It wasn't like he was adding anything to the
session.  It was all about pleasing him.

Hank knelt and pulled down Frank's Old Navy boxers.  His dick was thick,
cut, but not as long as mine.  I would say he was about six inches or so,
but thicker than mine.  Hank took it in hand and began fondling it first
and then moved into stroking.

I wondered if he had a camera someplace recording everything that was going
on.  Frank was totally mesmerized by Hank stroking his dick.  I thought of
taking pictures of Frank, but I really didn't think he was worth the effort
of some sort of blackmail project.  I had too many projects already to
complete.

But the smirk on his face pissed me off; like he could get any guy to do
anything for him.  I knew Hank had no issue with this, but it bugged me.

It didn't take long until Frank began to moan and buck his hips.  I don't
know how Hank managed it but he managed to get all the ropes of cum to land
on Frank's chest and lap.  Hank even wiped his hand across Frank's thigh as
he stood up from his session.  I looked at Hank.  He didn't look pissed or
anything.  He had his usual pleasant smile on his face.

"That will be all for now, boys," Frank said using his boxers to wipe up
the cum from his chest and stomach.  I wondered if he would sniff the
boxers later.

Hank and I grabbed our stuff and headed back to our room.  It didn't even
bother me that we were walking naked down the hall.  I guess my anger had
made me soft.

Back in the room, I wanted to complain about what an ass Frank was, but
Hank said, "Let's not worry about it.  He is not worth fretting over."  He
smiled, leaned in, pulled me close and gave me a hug and then a deep kiss.

"So what are the plans with those pics you took on the roof?" he asked when
he broke the kiss.

I told him, "Part of my final photo project for class."  I smiled and
added, "So I will have to do some work on them tomorrow to get them
complete by Monday."

"Okay, little brother, I'll make sure you have time to work on it."  He
patted me on my head.  We brushed our teeth and then snuggled together in
bed.

I was restless lying there next to Hank, thinking about what that asshole
Frank had put us through.  At the time I was kind of shaken when he found
us up on the roof, but the more I thought about it, the more pissed off I
got.  It was bad enough having to be paddled like a school-kid, but then
having to jerk him off as his "reward" just added insult to injury.

Finally I got up, grabbed my towel and shaving stuff, and told Hank I had
decided to catch a quick shower.  Hank mumbled something and then went back
to sleep.  I walked down the now-deserted hall and past the shower room
door, coming to a large trash can that was overflowing at this late hour.
As I expected, there were several large paper soda fountain cups from the
school cafeteria.  I grabbed a couple of them and emptied out the remnants
of melted ice.  I then walked back to Frank's door and knocked, hoping
there would be no answer.  I figured I could ask him about this Ultimate
Man contest if he answered.  He didn't answer.  I figured he was in the
library studying.

So I used the cups and did what I had to do, then retrieved them and threw
them back into the trash can.  I went into the shower room and shaved and
took a fast shower, then came back and crawled back into bed next to Hank,
chuckling softly to myself.

About an hour later we were both awakened abruptly by shrieking and cursing
coming from down the hall.  "What the fuck?" said Hank.  He rolled me to
one side so he could get out of bed, pulled on some boxers, and headed
toward the door.  "You coming?" he asked.  I just smiled and shook my head.

Hank disappeared out the door.  A short while later he came back, convulsed
with laughter.  "You should see it," he said.  "Frank's room.  The entire
inside of it looks like it was hit by a blizzard of white.  Fuck, it's a
mess!"

I turned my head because I couldn't look at him.

Hank suddenly stopped laughing.  From the corner of my eye I saw him look
at me, then reach into the closet for my shaving kit.  He pulled out the
can of foamy shaving cream and weighed it in his hand.  "Didn't you just
buy this can new, yesterday?" he asked, glaring at me.  "It's almost empty
now."

All I could do was nod my head, barely managing to keep a straight face.

"Oh ... my ... god.  Kyle!  You naughty, naughty boy!"

And he tickle tortured me into confessing that earlier I had filled those
empty soda cups with foamy shaving cream, flattened the rims of the cups,
poked them under the bottom of Frank's door, and then jumped on them,
spraying the foam all over the inside of his room.

"Where the hell did you ever come up with such a devious idea?" Hank asked,
rubbing my head.

"Your brother Bill told me about it when he was here."

He laughed at that and said, "You just better hope Frank never figures out
that it was you that did that.  He would use more than his hand on your
ass!"

He chuckled into my neck as he snuggled back up to me.  I kept seeing
images of what it must have looked like in Frank's room.  I really did want
to see it.  The way Bill had described it, it must be disastrous in there.
Maybe someone got pictures of it.  I drifted off to sleep.

I dreamed of Batman holding me in his arms in front of a full moon.  I
laughed as I woke up and thought about that.  Hank wanted to know what was
going on.  I just said, "Later."

After our usual routine in the morning we were sitting having breakfast in
the cafeteria, when Drew came over and sat down.  He was beaming from ear
to ear.

"What?" I asked.  His smile was infectious and I found I was smiling as
well.

"I am gay!" he beamed and I saw his eyes fill with moisture.  He told us
how he had finally realized he couldn't lie to himself any more.  He had
found some great books that really explained the bible's stance on
homosexuality.  His mom had freaked, but his dad and step-mom were much
more understanding and supportive.  "So I guess I'll be going to visit my
dad now, instead of my mom."  He wiped his eyes and smiled again.

"Your mom may come around.  Give her time.  Usually moms can't bear to give
up their child, no matter what," Hank said in his usual positive manner.

His smiled broadened, if that was possible, "I met this great guy, Paul.
He is a bit older than me, but he is so cute and so cool."

"Wait, do you mean that Asian dude that works giving massages?" I asked.

"That's him.  He has great hands!"  Drew was indeed beaming.

"Good for you!"  Then I thought, "What about Will?"

"What do you mean, 'what about Will?' He's not gay," Drew said and then
paused to think.  "Is he?"

"I thought you had the hots for him?" Hank asked.

Drew blushed and said, "Well, yeah, sort of."

"Sort of, my ass," I said.

"I think you need to tell Will that you are out and see what he has to
say," I said and then looked at Hank and continued, "I think you might be
surprised."

Hank said cryptically, "I think he was surprised about himself."

Drew swallowed the rest of his coffee, grabbed his tray, jumped up and
headed out of the cafeteria.

Hank laughed, "I bet he is making a mad dash to find Will!"

We finished breakfast and I got busy on my projects and Hank on his.  We
worked away, grabbed a quick bitefor lunch and went back at it.  There was
some rumbling up and down the hall from Frank about the punishment he was
going to dole out when he found out who had done that to his room.  I began
to wonder if he would check fingerprints on the cups in the trash can, or
if they had been removed.  I was what-ifing again!  Damn it!

Next thing I knew Hank was telling me that it was time for the Ultimate Man
competition.  I wondered what the fuck Frank had planned for this one.

*****
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harry