Date: Sat, 4 Nov 2006 04:15:31 -0800 (PST)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kyle and Hank - Chapter 8

And I kept seeing several scenarios play through my mind.  The clerk giving
me a blow job.  Me jerking off for the clerk.  Me jerking off at the fast
food place, but the two that were having the most effect on me were Hank on
his knees giving me a blow job and me naked on my knees giving Hank a blow
job.  Damn, and he had only been my roommate for, what 3 days?

I was still hard and lost in these thoughts when we arrived back at the
dorm and Hank had to repeat himself a couple of times before I came back to
reality.  "Let's go up and get our stuff and then we can head over to the
library to do some research."  I took the bag with the stuff in it and held
it in front of me as we entered the dorm and then up the stairs.

In the room, Hank started organizing his backpack, but said to me, "Why
don't you put on a pair of those briefs so you can get them broken in while
we are in the library."

Once again, I was going to being naked and hard in front of my roommate.
It was becoming a habit and one that was weighing on my mind.  What was he
going to think if I was always hard every time I got naked with him around?
I just didn't want Hank knowing I was gay.

He was such an understanding, compassionate guy, but I was just afraid it
would effect our relationship if I told him.  So I turned my back on him
and pulled off my shorts.  I opened the bag and got out the package of
briefs.  I pulled on a pair and realized they were smaller than the ones I
had worn this morning.

"How do they fit?" Hank asked.

I stood up and turned around.  My t-shirt had dropped down as I stood up.
"Lift up the shirt, so I can see.  I got a bit smaller and I want to see if
they are okay," he said matter-of-factly.

I swallowed and fought not to blush as I raised the hem of the t-shirt.  My
cock was running to the left in briefs and was very prominently visible.
Hank chuckled and I heard "Sir Everhard being mumbled under his breath.
"Yeah, those should work fine!  And should be great for another set of
pictures tonight."  He looked me in the face, "Shall we take the pictures
before or after you are shaved?"

I went red, despite my attempts to the contrary and managed to say,
"Whatever you think is best."

He smiled and nodded.  "Okay, get your shorts on and let's get over to the
library and get some of this research done.  I know we can find books and
all on the net, but I just like the feel of being in the library.  Great
things have happened in libraries," he said cryptically as he slung his
backpack onto his shoulders.

I pulled on my shorts, grabbed some stuff and put it in my pack and
followed him out and down the stairs.  On the way to the library he asked
me about my topic and what my approach was going to be.  He offered some
suggestions on layout and an approach. I was once again pleased that he was
my roommate.

Once there, he led us upstairs until we were in a quiet corner of the
library.  We put our stuff down and went and searched out some books.  We
met back at the table and began to search through the books, marking
sections for copying, etc.

That went on for about an hour and then I excused myself to go to the men's
room.  Hank smiled and said, "Oh, no.  Can't let you go alone.  You might
decide to go into one of those stalls and jerk off."  He smiled and got up
to go with me.  I found the men's room and entered.  It had three urinals
in a row, but no partitions between them.  They were the type were you kind
of straddle them.

He stood there and watched as I pulled my cock out of my shorts and briefs
and pointed it at the urinal.  This was not easy!  "We are just going stand
here until you go, so you might as well get started.  It will get easier, I
promise."

He reached over and flushed his urinal and that helped.  Soon I was pissing
and he stood and watched.  "But the last drops in your briefs.  Season them
well."  He smiled and watched as put the last of my piss in my briefs.
This was blowing me away again.  Pissing in front of my roommate and then
pissing in my pants again at his instruction.  Wild!

I started to zip up and he shook his head.  "Take off your briefs and give
them to me."  I looked at him, but his face was unreadable.  I headed
towards the stall and he said, "No, you don't have to go over there.  I
have seen you naked and I have seen you hard.  There is nothing to hide
here."

I wasn't worried about him, I was worried about someone else coming in.
But I dropped my shorts and then pulled down the briefs and off.  I handed
them to Hank and he smiled and put them in his pocket.  I stepped back into
my shorts and pulled them up.  I buttoned them and was getting ready to zip
them up.

"No, leave them unzipped.  We need to have just a little excitement around
here to make our studying go better."  He undid his shorts, dropped them,
pulled off his boxers, then put his shorts back on, buttoned them but
didn't zip them up.  I stood there and in awe of my roommate having taken
his underwear without a qualm.  It caused my cock to swell a bit.

"Okay, let's go back to studying."  He went out the door and I followed
him, shaking my head.  There was never a dull moment with my roommate!

When we got back to our table, Hank sat down and started paging through his
books.  So I sat down and was conscious of my shorts being unzipped, but I
went back to figuring out my project.

About five minutes later, Hank said, "Take out your cock."  There was no
bet, no hesitation, without humor.

I looked at him and he just nodded.  With trembling hands I reached under
the table and pulled my cock out of my shorts.

"Get hard," he said in the same even voice.  It wasn't going to take much
to get me hard.  My mind kept thinking this isn't a bet.  It was more like
a dare, but it just sounded like directions, instructions, but there was
nothing mean in it.  But I did it.

Then I asked, "Hank, this isn't like you.  Usually you dare me or bet me to
do things, but now you are just ordering me."  I couldn't believe I had
spoken up like that.  My dick was nearly hard anyway.

He smiled and said, "You are right.  I am sorry.  It just felt right and
you did it, which I liked."  He reached under the table and took out his
cock and started fondling it.  He had sounded a bit taken back.

"Hank, I am sorry.  I wasn't complaining.  But it is so unlike you."  Which
made me think of something else.  "Hank, the day I moved in, you left me a
note about touching your stuff or food, etc.  But you seem so different
than that note.  You have told me what's yours is mine.  It just seems so
opposite of your note."

He chuckled a bit as his cock continued to harden, mine seemed to be moving
faster to the same goal.  "Yeah, I was expecting some aggressive, asshole
of a roommate, so I decided to set out some rules so there would be no
question about how I felt."

He seemed chagrinned, "And you have really enlightened me.  For some
reason, with you I was much more open and understanding that I thought I
would be.  So, I have to thank you for that."  He was now as hard as I was.

"You know as good as it was at my house, I often had an issue with being
the youngest child and having all those other brothers telling me what to
do or not to do. It wasn't until I met you who never had a brother for me
to appreciate it a bit more."

He looked over at me and smiled when he saw my cock.  "Now, little brother,
I dare you to cum."

That's when it clicked that we were sitting in the public library!  I had
my cock out and it was hard and I was stroking.  And it was such a turn on!
But I was crazy to do this.  Hank was smiling.

I looked at his cock and thought how great it looked.  When I was with him
and get got me turned on, it was as if, I was in another world and didn't
care what was going on around me.  My cock throbbed and I started stroking.
I knew that in this situation it wasn't going to take me long.

I was going for it and enjoying the feeling and getting closer when he
said, "I dare you to drop your shorts to the floor."  My arm was trembling
as I unbutton my shorts and pushed them down to the floor.  He smiled and I
noticed he was slowly stroking his cock as well.

I went back to stroking enjoying the sensations.  This was so hot!  And I
was so nervous and so on edge and so turned on.  I was getting close again
when Hank said, "I dare you to take off your shirt."  My cock throbbed and
I really hesitated.  I was so into this, but it would mean that I would be
naked in the library!  Oh, Shit.  But my cock was doing the thinking and it
felt so good.

I let go of my cock and my leg was jerking up and down like I was taping my
heel or something.  Hank watched as I reach down and crossed my arms in
front of me, grabbed the hem and pulled it up and over my head.  I
shivered.  My cock was leaking as I reached back to take it in my hand.  My
whole body trembled as I pumped my cock.  What the fuck was I doing, but in
the next second I knew that it was coming fast.  Hank reached over and
handed me my briefs.

I took them and pumped my cum into them.  I was shooting blast after blast
of hot cum into the briefs.  When I finished, my whole body shook and as I
came down from the high I looked around and grabbed my t-shirt and slipped
it right on.  I was still shaking as I looked at Hank.  He was smiling and
stroking his cock.

I heard a soft moan and knew he was close as well.  He stopped for a moment
and unfastened his shorts, pushed them to the floor.  He grabbed his cock
and went back to stroking it with great fervor.  I knew he was moving in on
the moment as he eyes went unfocused and his legs tensed up.

He used his boxers and caught his load.  I heard him moan again and he
stroked out the last of his cum.  He smiled as he came down from his high
and looked at me.  He handed me his boxers and said, "Another one for the
collection!"  He sighed and shook himself.  "Wow, that was hot!"

He looked at me again and smiled and said, "You are one hot little brother,
stripping in the library and jerking off!  Who would have thought that a
couple of days ago."  He chuckled and reached over and ruffled my hair.

I couldn't believe what I had done.  I looked down and saw my shorts on the
floor and my glistening cock.  "Can I pull up my shorts now?"  I asked in a
whisper.  I could just imagine someone walking by and seeing my shorts on
the floor.

Hank looked at me and smiled, "What if I said, not only couldn't you put
them on, but you have to give them to me and I'll put them in my pack?"
Sweat broke out on my forehead and I felt a trickle run down my side from
my pit and shivered.

"Hank, please no."  I was breathing faster.

He laughed, "I bet you $100 you can sit there naked for 10 minutes."

A hundred bucks, damn, I needed the money, but I couldn't do that!  I shook
my head and pictured it in my mind.  My cock surged, but I couldn't do it.
I just couldn't.

He smiled and ruffled my hair again and said, "Pull up your shorts little
brother.  Maybe next time!" he chuckled and reached between his legs and
pulled up his shorts.  He laughed a bit at the process of lifting his ass
and pulling his shorts up.  I pulled mine up quickly, buttoned them and
zipped them.

"You are one hot little brother.  What do you feel about your education so
far?  Is it helping you fill in the gaps in your missing adolescence?"

I swallowed and said, "Hank, I had heard about some of these things, but
you have really been filling in the gaps.  I am just scared at what is
still coming."  I said honestly.

"Do you mean the rite of passage?"  He asked and I had forgotten that he
promised to do that tonight.  Oh shit!

"Hank, I had forgotten about that, but yes, I mean no, I am not, not afraid
of that," I said very unconvincingly.

He chuckled -- he seemed to be doing that around me a lot -- and said in a
very serious tone.  "Kyle, you set me straight a few minutes about telling
you what to do.  Thank you.  And I again want to say that I don't want to
make you do something that you don't want to do.  I want to have your
consent.  That is important to me."

Man that really got to me.  It just got to my heart that he was so
concerned about me and my welfare.  My heart to seem to be in my thought
and I fought with the emotions it brought to speak without losing it.
"Hank, thank you.  That, ah, that means a great deal to me, Hank," I
managed to get out.  "And I am eager to go through this rite of passage
with you."

I swallowed my emotions down once more and managed to get out, "If this is
something that is traditional amongst your brothers, then I definitely want
to do it.  You really do feel like a big brother to me and I want to do
what you have done.  Everything and anything that it takes to be your
brother."

He smiled and I thought I saw a bit of emotion in his eyes and on his face
as he said, "You do me great honor and but a great deal of responsibility
on me not to harm you in anyway and not to take advantage of your desire to
comply and to be my little brother."

He cleared his throat and went on, "I mean I heard from one of my friends
who had a brother 10 years old than him.  The brother sexually molested him
when he was only five years old.  So I know that all brothers are not
inherently good, protective and respective of their brothers."  I could see
how that story and statement made him feel and was glad to see it.  It
reconfirmed what I had been feeling all along.

"And, damn it, if you are not making me a better younger brother by being
my younger brother.  How I treat you will be a reflection of how I want and
how my brothers treated me.  So by helping you grow, I am helping myself as
well!"  He ruffled my hair and went back to his books.  I don't think
either of us could have said much more without losing it emotionally.

We worked for another hour or so and occasionally the image of what we had
done kept popping into my head.  Sometimes I would shiver at the craziness
and what would have happened if we had gotten caught and other times it
made my cock swell as I got off on being on display and following Hank's
dare.

Finally, Hank said, "Little brother, let's pack it up.  I think it is time
that we attended to your rite of passage."  He smiled and reached to ruffle
my hair and I moved my head and laughed as he missed my head.

We packed out bags and Hank handed me the still damp underwear to pack in
my bag before we headed out of the library and back to the dorms.  All the
way back I was lost in the daydream of Hank shaving me.

When we got back to the dorms, he said, "You were pretty quiet on the way
back, is everything okay?"

"Yes, fine."  I was and was really enjoying him as my roommate.  So many of
my fantasies were coming alive and many many more were forming.

Hank stopped at the desk and asked for the key to the handicap bathroom on
our floor.  When asked why he needed it, he said, "My roommate, he has a
boil on his butt and wants to soak it."  I went crimson while Hank waited
for the key.

He got the key and we headed for the stairs.  I punched his arm and said,
"Asshole!"

He ruffled my hair and said, "Sir Everhard, the red!"

Back at the room, I was beginning to get nervous about the upcoming "rite."
Hank busied himself gathering up some stuff and then turned to me and asked
if I was ready.  I could only nod my head, my heart was racing and my mouth
was dry.

He told me to grab my towel, I did and we headed down the hall.  He used
the key and we went into this private bathroom.  He closed and locked the
door.  We had seen the place on our tour of the dorm.  It really wasn't the
handicap bathroom, but was often used for that.  The main shower room would
accommodate handicap people and wheel chairs.  This was more a special
needs bathroom and could be used if someone wanted or needed a bath instead
of shower.  It had a toilet, sink, tub, shower and long table for physical
therapy.

Hank laid out some towels of his on the table and then turned to look at
me.  He saw something in my face because he said, "Kyle, are you sure you
want to do this?  I don't want to force you to do anything."

I took a deep breath and nodded my head.  He smiled a bit and said, "It is
tradition, you must verbally ask me to perform the rite of passage on you."

"Hank," I paused and swallowed, "Hank, would you perform the rite of
passage on me?"

Very solemnly he said, "Yes, little brother, I would be proud to do it for
you."

He started laying out stuff on the small table at one end of the larger
table.  "Okay, strip and then get up on the table and lay down on you
back."

My nervousness continued as I pulled off my shirt as remembered where I had
last done that.  Sweat trickled down my side as I pushed my shorts down and
stepped out of them.  I hung the clothes on hooks along one wall and put my
towel there as well.  I was already swelling as I climbed up on to the
table and lay down.

Hank turned around and looked at me and I really felt like I was being
inspected and it only made my cock swell more.  He smiled and then I saw
him raise the camera.

"What is that for?"  I said with great concern.

"It's okay little brother, it is for the before and after pictures.  It
isn't often that you are shaved and I think it is important that it is
recorded.  You can have all the pictures and I will not keep any."  He
stopped, lowered the camera and looked at me, "Unless you decide to sell
some," he said with a mischievous grin.

As the camera flashed my cock grew and hardened.  He took pictures of me
from head to toe.  I really felt exposed while he did that.  I closed my
eyes when he took the one of my head and shoulders.

He put the camera down and began running the water in the sink.  While he
did that he explained what was going to happen.  "I am going to use this
shaving gel and I am going to start with your arms and shave each one, then
your armpits, chest stomach and then your legs.  Then you will turn over
and I will shave your back, butt and any spots on your legs or arms I
missed.

"Then I will use the clippers on your head and cut your hair very short.
And last I will use the clippers first on your crotch and then finally
shave that."  He smiled and patted my chest.  "Any questions?"

He thought for a moment and said, "Do you need to use the toilet before we
start, because once we start we can't stop until it is finished.

I shook my head and closed my eyes.  Hank went about doing some more
things, then I heard some soft bamboo flute music.  I opened my eyes and
saw that Hank had hook up his ipod to some speakers and had lit some
candles around the place.  And, of course, he was now naked.  I should have
known.  It only made my cock swell more to see him that way.  He saw me
looking, smiled, turned off some of the lights and said, "It has to be
special, so you will remember it.  And I hope the music and the aroma from
the candles relaxes you.  This is going to take a while and I want you to
enjoy yourself and not be tense.

He had filled a bowl with hot water and brought it over to the little
table.  He then spread a cool gel on my right arm from my hand to my elbow.
The he took a razor, a triple blade one, he told me later.  I put my head
down and didn't raise it again.  He started with the back of my hand and
shaved from my fingers down.  I hadn't realized I had hair on the back of
my fingers.  His touch was warm and gentle as he dipped the razor in the
water and back to my hand.  Then he was working on my forearm, shaving
completely around it, lifted it up so he could see the back side.

He was quiet as he did it and all I heard was the swishing of water and the
soft bamboo flute music.  The music changed a bit and I heard wind and
water running, like in a creek and the flute.  My sense became focused on
the feeling of the razor on my skin.  He had moved up to my upper arm and
was lifting it and turning it in such a gentle manner.  At one point I
realized my hand was rubbing against his soft cock.  It felt wonderful.

All my sense were heightened and focused and I began to relax and absorb
the sensual play of razor on skin.  He did my armpits with care and
precision.  He then moved to the other arm and repeated the process as I
sank more and more into this pool of sensual sensations.

Then he was spreading the gel across my chest and removing the few major
strands of hair as well as every bit of nearly invisible hair.  Every inch
of me was touched as he worked around my nipples and then down to my navel.
It was almost like I was out of my body watching him work because I could
see in my mind's eye his progress just from the feel of the razor and touch
on my skin.

As he neared my crotch my cock responded by going back to the rigidness we
had started with.  But he didn't touch it and only moved to my legs.  The
procedure went on starting from my toes and moving up.  When he did the
inside of my thighs I felt my cock respond again.

"You have a set of moles or freckles here on the inside of you left thigh
that look like an off-set W, or the constellation Cassiopeia," he said as
he traced it with his finger.  It made my cock swell and leak.  He noticed
and chuckled a bit, but went back to his work.

The candles were putting off an aroma of a rainy forest and it seemed so
tranquil as Hank worked over every inch of my body.  It was such an
intimate experience.  I had never had anyone touch me so intimately before.
I would concentrate on the feeling and sensations and lose some of my
stiffness, but then Hank would touch someplace and my attention would zoom
back to my cock.

At one point I trembled a bit and Hank said, "Hold still, little brother, I
don't want to accidentally cut something off." He said it gently and
without too much humor.  He always kept one hand touching me; he never had
both hands off of me.  It took me a while for me to notice this, but when I
did my focus seemed to travel along his hands after that.

He finished with both legs and I was tensing as I anticipated his move to
my crotch, but he bypassed that and trailed his hand along my smooth
stomach and chest to my face.  He ran his hand lightly over my face and
then I felt the gel being applied to my face.  I looked up at him and he
had a small smile on his face, "Close your eyes, concentrate on the
sensations."  I closed my eyes and felt as he began to shave my face.  He
did it so tenderly.

Wow, a man was shaving my face!  I thought he would next do my head, but
again I had guessed wrong.  He put a hand on my shoulder and said, "Roll
over onto you stomach now."  He paused and then said, "And you might need
to adjust yourself so you don't crush yourself."  He kept a hand on my
shoulder until I was on my stomach and had adjusted my cock and balls.
Then he moved it along the back of my shoulders while his other hand
brought up the gel.

The gel allowed him to shave me almost effortlessly.  He rinsed the razor
often and I guess he had a couple of razors because he couldn't change the
blade without taking both hands off of me.

He worked across my back and down.  He asked about a scar on my lower back
and told how I fallen against a picnic table when I was 10.  He checked the
backs of my legs and then moved up to my ass.  I tightened up a bit as he
began to apply the gel and then he began to shave.  He told me to relax as
he worked.  I blushed for the first time since he began as he spread my
cheeks and shaved my crack and then around my hole.

He had me spread my legs and shaved the area behind my balls.  Then his
hands trailed up my back once again and with one of his hands on my
shoulder, I heard the sound of the electric clippers and then felt him
start on my head.  I could see the hair falling to the floor below me as he
moved the clippers across and around my head.  From the amount of hair that
was falling he was only leaving a half an inch or less.  I thought of him
ruffling my hair and felt a bit of emotion well up as I knew he wouldn't be
able to do that for a while.

He whispered for me to turn over and to close my eyes once again and to
concentrate on the sensations.  He used the clippers first on my crotch,
holding my cock this way and that as he did it.  I was enjoying his gentle
touch on my hard cock and at one point felt a trickle run down my cock.  I
was leaking again.

He applied the gel in gentle strokes around my crotch and covered my balls,
which shrunk up at his touch as if they knew what was coming next.  The
razor began to trace it's way around my cock and even on the shaft!  I
shuddered and he stopped shaving until I stopped.  He started again and I
tried to maintain my composure and pay attention to the feelings at the
same time.  But feeling the cold steel of the razor in such close proximity
to my manhood both thrilled me and scared me.  I could feel it scrap away
the hair as he moved closer and closer to my cock.

As he stretched the skin of my scrotum to shave, I was sure he was going to
nick something and I would start bleeding.  And I wondered how I would
explain a shaving nick on my balls.  My heart beat a bit faster then.

"All done little brother, with the shaving, now it is time to clean you.
Stand-up," as I did, he maintained a constant touch with my shoulder.  Then
he led me over to the shower.  I had wanted to look in the mirror, but
couldn't see it on the path to the shower.  He kept the hand on my shoulder
as he started the shower and adjusted the water.  He guided me into the
shower and as I stood I saw that he had a sheen of sweat covering his body.
It had to be from the intense concentration he had been doing while shaving
me.

He pulled the curtain around us after he stepped into the shower.  Once
again, he kept one hand in contact with me as he began to soap me up.  This
was even more erotic than the back scrub he had done last night.  He
covered every inch of my body once again.  Now and then he used a razor to
clean up some missed spot.  The wash cloth caressed my crack and I blushed
a bit as I thought of him shaving there and my cock swelled.

He got to my crotch and very gently washed my hard dick and my tightened
balls.  I think he feared setting me off, if he washed with too much
fervor.  Then he moved up and used shampoo on my head.  He massaged my
scalp as he did it, completely relaxing me.  Wow, my roommate was bathing
me in the most intimate manner.

I knew that part of his rite had been to jerk off at the end and wondered
if that was waiting for me.  My cock was certainly ready for it.  He turned
off the water and opened the curtain, brought over a towel and began to dry
me.  He had said nothing as he washed me and continued the same way as he
dried me.  Starting at the top, he worked down my body, lifting my arms as
needed to dry my now hairless pits.

When he finished he said, "Take a look at your new self in the mirror,
while I clean up a bit here."  I walked over to the mirror above the sink.
I could see nearly my whole body in the reflection and was stunned at the
image it returned.  I ran a hand over my short haircut and then down to my
naked crotch which was very sensitive to the touch.  My cock swelled and a
clear drop formed at the head.  I was very much on the sexual edge.  I
turned this way and that to see my ass and lifted my arms.  Nothing
anywhere.  Not that I had had a lot of hair, but nothing now, not a trace
on my arms.

"Okay, now back on the table for your last part."  I lay down on the table
that had fresh towels on them.  He took my hand and put some kind of cream
in it.  "Now show me how you please yourself.  Bring yourself to completion
and finish the rite."

I put the hand with the cream around my cock and sighed.  I spread the
lotion up and down my shaft and felt a tingling sensation of heat.  Just a
pleasant warmth that increased the sensitivity of my cock.  The sensations
were already heightened by the lack of hair.  One hand traced around my
balls and crotch while my other hand began to stroke.

I closed my eyes and one point as I increased the grip and speed of my
stroking.  "Open your eyes and look at me," he whispered and I complied.
He was smiling as he watched me bring myself off and that seemed to trigger
my orgasm and I began to moan and shoot and tremble all at the same time.

I saw stars and flashes of light and knew this was the most incredible cum
of my life.  I was panting as finished shooting as was squeezing out the
last of the cum.  Flash of light again.  He was taking pictures!  I looked
at him and he smiled.  "The after pictures!"

He put his hand on my chest and asked, "Well, how does it feel, little
brother?"

I choked back emotion and said in a husky voice, "Amazing!"

He stood looking at me for a moment, then said, "You know, I think you
should immediately, first thing in the morning, sign up to be a model for
the art department.  Shaved like you are now, you could get some good
money!"

I didn't know about that.

"What is the one thing in the whole world that you wish you had money for?"
he asked peering into my eyes, moving his face closer to mine.

My heart swelled because there was something I craved so badly, "I wish I
had a digital SLR camera.  I would give anything to have one of those."

He put his hand on my chest again then and said, "Let's make that your goal
then.  You sign up to be a model for the art department and see how many
hours you can get and I'll match the money they give you dollar for dollar
AND I am going to have you do some modeling for me at double whatever their
rate is.  And I will see if we can't think of some other ways -- read bets
-- that we can do to get you some more money!  How much are we talking
about here, anyway?"

"Close to a thousand dollars," I said in a barely audible voice.

"Okay, let's go for it, little brother!  What do you say?"  He reached over
and ran his hand over my brush cut and smiled.

"Whatever you say, big brother!"

He clapped my on the chest again, "Take a taste of your cum and then we
will be finished with your rite of passage.  A man needs his protein!"  He
said with a huge smile on his face as he watched my raise my cum covered
fingers to my mouth.

He tossed me a wash cloth.  "Wipe up the last of it and then we are back to
our room for our sit ups.  It is almost 2 am and we have to get up for our
run in the morning!"  He was beaming as he gathered up our stuff and pulled
on a robe.  He tossed me one, which I wrapped around myself.  He put the
towels in the hamper, gathered up his shaving stuff and my clothes and we
headed back to our room.

Our room -- Mine and my brother's!  Wow.  And how many days had it been
since I met him?

Thanks once again for the great comments, suggestions, opinions and photos
of what you think the guys look like.  Always welcome --
harryrod575@yahoo.com

Have fun

harry