Date: Thu, 28 Apr 2011 08:59:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kyle and Hank - Chapter 80

So Hank and I got busy planning the spring break activities.  We got my
aunt to find out what kinds of furniture and stuff my mom liked.  We
scheduled a week at a nice hotel that had a spa, and scheduled plenty of
treatments.

When we told her about the week, she started crying.  She asked if she
could invite someone to go along with her.  We said sure, and she invited
Maude to go with her; that would leave Harold to help us over the spring
break.  I could see him mixed in with Hank's brothers, and thought the poor
guy wouldn't be able to sit down for a week!

Hank had made arrangements for Bill and Will, and Mike and Matt to join us
for the work.  He booked two adjoining rooms at the local motel, figuring
that we would not be able to stay at my mom's house while it was being
remodeled.

When I thought of all of those hot brothers of Hank's, I would get
distracted, remembering the things we had done, and that we could do.  Hank
would sometimes catch me daydreaming, and would snap his fingers in front
of my face and say, "Earth to Kyle, Earth to Kyle - time to come back to
the planet!"

In the meantime, Hank had applied for and had been accepted in an RA
training program for the summer.  He had found out that if he got the
position, we could still share a room.

He would be taking classes for it all summer.  I signed up for orientation,
and would be one of the orientation counselors.  Training would be the
first couple of weeks of summer, then it would be week after week of
orientations.  Parents and their kids would come to the college for three
nights.

There would be tours, special sessions for the new students, and some for
the parents.  Evening fun would be included.  Hank said it would be good
for me to have to be more outgoing.

He said he also wanted to take some kind of course or seminar on handling
bullies.  He had seen too many of them around campus, and wanted to learn
how to defuse those kinds of situations - besides beating the crap out of
someone, I added.  To illustrate, he punched me on the arm.

A week before spring break, Hank organized a little payback for Frank, our
RA, for being such a pervert, and mean to some of the guys on our floor.
He loves to spank guys, and seems to find any number of reasons to punish a
guy.

Somehow, Hank had found out when Frank was going to be returning to the
dorm with a friend.

He rounded up Jimmy, Jared, Drew, Will, Todd, Eric and Billy, then took us
all up on the roof, and after making sure we had all had plenty of soda and
water to drink (he didn't do beer, because he knew he was going to get in
enough trouble if he was ever found out), he had all of us take off our
pants or shorts.  Those that wore underwear had to remove that as well.

It was quite a sight to see all of these guys standing around in just their
t-shirts with their dicks hanging out.  Jimmy, being Jimmy, was the first
to remove his shirt and be totally naked.  Several others followed suit, as
we all laughed and jeered each other.

Hank shussed us. "Okay, everyone, line up here along the roof," he
whispered.

We looked over the edge and saw Frank walking up the path to the front of
the dorm.  He had some guy walking with him.  He seemed to be chatting him
up, and had his hand on the guy's shoulder.

There was no worry that Frank would look up; he was too involved with "his
friend".

As they closed on the front door of the dorm, Hank whispered a firm, "Now!"

Everyone must have been bursting, because it seemed all the streams started
nearly as one.  The nine of us produced a steady stream of golden rain.

I think Frank first thought that there was a sudden rain shower, but when
he looked up, gasping at the situation, some found it's way into his mouth.
His glasses were quickly coated with piss, so he put his head down and ran
for the front door, pushing his friend ahead of him.

We were laughing our asses off, when Hank said, "Okay guys, everyone grab
your clothes and head down to the common room on the floor below.  Get
dressed quickly. I'll turn on the TV and we'll all look like we are
watching something."

Clothes were grabbed and we ran for the roof-top door, then down the stairs
and along the hallway to the common room.  Everyone was trying to get their
clothes on.  I don't think everyone ended up with their own stuff.  I saw
Jimmy had his shorts on inside out, and wearing a t-shirt way too big for
him.

Hank practically jumped into his shorts and got the TV on.  We were still
jostling around when we heard the bing of the elevator door.

I bit my lip to keep from laughing, as we heard the sound of someone
running down the hall.  The door to the roof top stairwell banged open.

That gave us a reprieve to get ourselves better organized.  Then the door
slammed closed, and we heard footsteps heading towards the common room.  I
was biting my lip and clenching my jaw to keep from falling into hysterics.

Frank burst into the common room.  He looked at us, and we were all intent
on the TV.  That's when I realized it was a dog show!  The national fucking
dog show! Fuck!  We were screwed now!

He looked from the TV to us and back, then said, "If any of you had
anything to do with this, you are all going to be disciplined and possibly
expelled."

We all looked at him.  His blue shirt was spotted all over, his hair was
plastered down, and there were still drops on his glasses.

"Whatever are you going on about?" Hank asked, in the most controlled tones
I had heard him use.

"You know damn well what I mean! I know you all had something to do with
this." He took off his glasses and shook them.  He looked at them, then
grabbed the tail of his shirt to clean them off.

"I'll find someway to prove it was you guys; I can promise you that!" He
was furious.

"So what . . . so you can paddle our naked butts while we are spread across
your lap?" Hank said, with complete control and no rancor or irony.

"Fuck you!" Frank said, and stormed out of room.  "Come on, Ryan, let's see
if I can find you some dry clothes."

I had to laugh at the image I had in my mind of Frank getting Ryan naked in
his room.  I stifled it, and bit my lip harder.

Once we heard the elevator bing, and then the doors close again, we started
laughing.  "Not a word to anyone!" Hank said.  "Enough people will be
talking to us about it that we don't have to start it.  I am sure by
morning everyone in the dorm will know about it."

Hank and I left then.  I noticed that Jimmy was talking up Todd, and
exchanging shirts.  I also noticed that Jimmy's shorts were riding low,
showing off his ass and crack.  Todd caught a glimpse of it as well, and I
was sure that Jimmy was going to get it filled up soon enough by Todd.  I
don't know if they had gotten it on yet, but Jimmy seemed to have hit up
everyone else.

He said there were guys that told him to fuck off; he never bothered them
again.  He laughed, as he said that sometimes one of those guys would knock
on his door and ask if he was serious.  Seems like many guys had sampled
Jimmy's ass, and many of them more than once.

I really expected to enter a common room one day and see a line of guys
waiting to fuck Jimmy, as he knelt on the sofa with some guy pounding his
ass.

Frank never did find a way to pin it on us.  He threatened to get a urine
sample from everyone so he could compare it to the stains on his shirt, but
he got such ribbing about wanting to watch guys pee into a cup that he
retreated to his room and slammed the door.

Frank and golden or yellow were often used in the same sentence.  As in,
"Frank, this is a golden moment for you," or "Frank, you seem a bit yellow
today; are you jaundiced?"

By the time we left for Spring Break, Frank was spending most of his time
in his room, and more and more time corresponding with his floor via
e-mail.

On the ride to my mom's place, I asked Hank how he had known Frank would be
coming back right then.

He laughed and said, "I found this guy in one of my classes, who had
friends who lived in our dorm.  They all talked about how terrible he was,
and he also heard from guys from previous years about the same kind of
treatment.

"So after class one day, several of us cooked up this scheme to get Frank.
Ryan, his name is really Isaac, put an Ad on Craigslist in the `Men
Searching for Men' column, that he wanted to have his ass paddled by a
powerful, authoritative man.  We knew Frank would jump on it."

"How did you know he would be on Craigslist?" I asked.

"Someone from last year mentioned that they had seen Frank's picture in one
of the Craigslist Ads.  So I figured it was worth a try.  I figured we
might have to try a couple of sites before we got a nibble, but it was
answered within minutes of posting."

Hank laughed, "Isaac said that Frank kept sending him e-mails with pictures
of himself posing in various outfits.  And shots of his dick and balls.  He
would be flexing in the pictures, trying to show off his muscles.

"Isaac said that Frank kept asking for pictures of his ass, and wanted
vivid descriptions of what he wanted Frank to do."

Hank looked at me with a big smile on his face. "When they got back to
Frank's room, after confronting us, Frank stripped down and wanted Isaac to
do the same, as he searched his closet for something to give Isaac to wear.

"Isaac told Frank he was disgusted with the whole thing, and was so turned
off he couldn't go through with anything."  Hank laughed, "He said he left
the door open to Frank's room when he left.  Frank was standing in his room
with his dick pointing at the ceiling, and his mouth in a big 'O'.  Isaac
said it took everything he had to keep from laughing until he got outside.

"He heard the door slam just before he got to the lobby of the dorm.  We
have had several good laughs with the guys in my class retelling the
story!"

I shook my head at Hank's inventiveness.

**********

On the drive home, Hank stopped along side the road once, and told me to
get out.  He stood by the side of the road and took a leak, and told me to
do the same.  He dropped his shorts half way down his ass, as he stood
there pissing.  I got my stream going and crossed streams with him.  A car
drove by and honked its horn.  Hank just waved at them, and kept on
pissing.

Back in the truck, he told me to leave my shorts off.  I was hard in no
time, as Hank would reach over and give my dick a few strokes now and then.

The next time we stopped, he had me get outside before he would toss me my
shorts.  I had finally gotten to where I didn't look around during these
shenanigans, and Hank just laughed at me standing there in a t-shirt, with
a boner, pulling on my shorts in a public place.

I knew once we got around his brothers it was only going to get worse!

We planned on meeting at the motel.  Mom and Aunt Maude were to have left
in the morning.  When we pulled into the motel parking lot, Bill and Will
were sitting on the hood of their truck with their shirts off waiting for
us.

I went in and registered us and got the keys.  Back outside, I drove around
until we were in front of our rooms.  It was a single level place, and they
had stuck us out at the end of the buildings, but we could still see the
pool and stuff from the room.

Bill and Will grabbed me and pulled me into a bear hug, and gave me very
wet kisses on the mouth, and then squeezed my ass!  "Gonna get me some of
that," Will said.

Hank laughed and said, "I think you will have to get in line!"

Bill and Will could be twins.  I remember that Will has the longer dick.
They had on the same color blue shirts, and their hair is about the same
length.  I think Bill is the one with the crooked smile, as it most closely
resembles Hank's smile.  I laughed to myself that I will have to get them
naked to tell them apart.

Both have the jet black hair and piercing blue eyes like Hank; and that
dark five o'clock shadow.  I know how scratchy that can get!

I love the way their biceps are so defined that you can see the veins
running over the bulges.

I must have been staring, because Bill (I think) said, "Did you get a good
enough view?  Do we need to strip right here for you?" His grin split his
face, and I knew he was related to Hank.

"Well, at least that way I could tell the two of you apart.  I remember
Will is the one with the bigger willy!"

Will laughed and said, "The things that make an impression on people!" He
grabbed his crotch and gave it a squeeze.

We hauled our suitcases into the room.  There were two rooms and four beds.
Bill said, "I want to bunk in the same room as Kyle." He looked me up and
down.  "I've seen plenty of the rest of you, but want to refresh my memory
of all your bits and pieces."

Hank laughed, "I kind of like his bits and pieces myself!"

Will chimed in, "Yeah, as I remember it, he could give me some competition
in the size department, and I want to make sure he hasn't been stretching
his out to try and beat me."

"I'll beat you," I said, making a jacking motion with my hand.

Everyone laughed then. Bill walked over to me and pulled out the waistband
of my shorts and looked inside.  "Yep, I think I could make a meal of
that."

Not to be outdone, I pushed my shorts down, turned around, pushed out my
ass and said, "And how about this?"  Will said, "I want that!"

Hank swatted my ass.  He told them to get cleaned up, that Mike and Matt
would soon be here, and we were all going out to dinner.

I went in and threw some water on my face, and looked at my teeth.  I
brushed them, and then Hank grabbed my toothbrush and did his.  I was
swatting his butt, when there was a knock on the door. "Are these the rooms
with all the homos in them?" was heard clearly through the doors.

Hank opened the door, and there was Mike and Matt.  Mike was wearing this
tight white t-shirt, the kind that are called wife-beaters, but I didn't
like that name.  I called them tank tops, or athletic shirts.  Hank always
laughed when I said athletic shirts.  "That sounds like something out of
the Sears catalog!" he would always say.

Mike's tan made the white even more striking, and his jet black hair and
same blue eyes as his brothers left little doubt who he was related to.

Matt, on the other hand, had blond hair and it was cut so it fell over his
face now and then.  His shirt was a tan color, and was more of what I call
a muscle shirt - a t-shirt without the sleeves.  When he raised his arm to
wrap it around me, I saw the whiteness of his arm pit and the frazzle of
blond hair that bloomed there.

They each had to hug me tightly and squeeze my ass.  I managed to get a
handful of Matt's ass.  I love the tightness of his butt.

After we had all greeted each other, Hank said, "Off to dinner."

Matt said, "I could stay here and munch on his ass, if you don't mind,"
patting my ass.

He managed to get me to blush, and everyone laughed.

"Maybe for dessert," Hank said, wrapping his arms around my shoulder and
leading me outside.

We decided to take Matt's car, as we could all fit in it.  Well, we tightly
fit in it.  Three in the front seat and three in the back.  Somehow, I
managed to be trapped between Bill and Will.  I put my arms up behind them
on the seat back so there would be more room.

Each one grabbed an arm trapping me.  Bill set to tickling me, and Will
went to work undoing my shorts.  In no time, I was sitting there naked from
the waist down, and Will was coaxing Sir Everhard to attention, not that it
took much coaxing.

Hank, riding in the passenger seat, looked back and laughed. "I think we
should go through the drive through with Kyle like that!"

Bill chimed in, "Remember when we used to do that with you?  We made you
stroke for your dinner.  The guy's at the burger place used to laugh their
asses off, and you sitting in the front seat, naked and stroking."

"Yeah, I remember the time you told them that I wanted cum as a garnish on
my burger.  You had them come out and watch me jerk off onto my hamburger!"

Bill was laughing away, and Will almost choked.  Mike said, "Yes, I never
saw you enjoy a burger more!"

Matt pulled into a steak house, and Bill threatened to take my shorts into
the restaurant and make me walk in to get them.  I had gotten pretty used
to Hank's teasing, so I didn't get all panicked.

Bill got out and tossed me my shorts, and I got out and put them on outside
the car.  Everyone applauded me, drawing stares from some of the people
getting in their cars to leave.

Dinner was great!  Bill and Mike told stories of what they used to do to
Hank when he was at home.  I had never heard the story of the time they had
made Hank sit on a ketchup bottle with the lid off.  Then they turned him
upside down and shook him until the ketchup bottle filled up his ass.

"I was shitting red for 2 days.  I told them they had injured me and that
it was blood.  That got to them for a while, and they were my slaves for
two days, until one of them looked it up on line, and also tested my shit!"

"What did you make them do?" I asked.

"He made us clean his side of the room, give him tongue baths twice a day -
one from me in the morning and one from Mike in the evening. I think that
is the time he tried to use his toes to fuck our asses," Bill said.

"And he made us be his furniture.  We had to get naked on all fours and he
would sit on us and use his computer, watch TV, or pretend to read a book,"
Mike added.

"When dad asked what was going on, Hank said, 'They stuck a bottle up my
ass, and now it's bleeding; so they have to be my slaves until it quits
bleeding.'" Bill said.

"That's when Mike took a sample of his shit into his friend at the
hospital.  We found out it wasn't blood.  That night we took Hank and stuck
his head in the toilet, after all the brothers at home had pissed in it."
Mike was laughing so hard he had tears streaming, as he tried to finish the
story.

"He got a golden swirling that night!" Bill explained.

"How about that time you sunburned your dick, Bill," Hank said, "and you
were dipping it in a glass of milk to get some relief. Mom walked into the
kitchen, saw you, and said, 'So that's how you recharge that thing!'"

I laughed so hard I thought my soda was going to come up my nose!  This was
like being with a bunch of 12-year-olds! And I couldn't imagine having a
mom that was so cool about her sons running around naked!

Back at the room, there was so much horseplay, that I thought the neighbors
were going to call the front desk.  Everyone was running back and forth
between rooms, with the connector doors slamming, and the doors to the
rooms opening and closing.

Towels were snapped; I think Matt and Mike ended up being naked and locked
out of the rooms for a while.  They just laughed when they were let back
in.

Will said he wanted to sleep with me, and that Hank could sleep with his
brother and practice the things they used to do.  Bill laughed, "I don't
think there is any secret what went on in our bed!"

Hank must have sent out a message that I was never to be alone.  When I
went to take a leak, Matt and Will were there to watch me.  When I took a
shower, Bill and Mike were in there with me.

I was getting totally fine with being naked in front of people, especially
these guys, so it didn't bother me; it just seemed too obvious.

I climbed into bed, naked of course.  Will climbed in and spooned up behind
me.  I felt his cock press into my crack.  He reached around, cupped my
cock and balls in his hand, and said, "Sweet dreams, little brother."

As I laid there, I once again thought about how much my life had changed in
the last several months.  I now had "brothers, was sleeping naked with
guys, and getting naked almost any place.  And what a wild bunch Hank's
brothers and their friends were.

I snuggled back into Will, and drifted off to sleep.

"Looks like you were having great dreams of Will, and what he is going to
do to you," Hank said, bringing me out of the haze of sleep.  The
realization that the sheets and blankets no longer covered me, and that I
had morning wood became apparent.

I opened my eyes to see all the guys standing around looking at me.  They
were all dressed in shorts and t-shirts.  I stretched, smiled, and said,
"Mind if I take care of this first?" I wrapped my hand around my cock, and
squeezed.  Damn that felt good!

You're right, Hank; he just can't get enough sex," Matt said. "He wants to
jerk off in front of us; he must really get off on being on display!"

"No, I just get off on getting off!" I quipped back, and everyone laughed.

Mike reached down, took my dick in his hand, and squeezed.  "I think he
should wait until later.  Then we can all have a piece of him."

"I am always trying to get him to control himself, and learn that instant
gratification isn't always necessary," Hank said, in a very professorial
manner.

"Yeah, speaking of gratification, tell them about what you did in the dorm
laundry room the other night," I shot back, and Matt replaced Mike's hand
on my dick.  He also rolled my balls in his hand.

"That was only because you shoved your fingers up my ass, and I almost shot
right then.  I had to take matters into my own hands after that!" Hank had
that puppy dog look on his face.

"Yeah, I am not buying that.  I know when you were at home, you couldn't
keep your hands off it.  I think mom was going to tie your hands down at
the dinner table so you wouldn't play with it during our meals," Bill said,
replacing Mike's hand.

I was getting quite on edge with all the attention to my dick.  Will moved
Bill's hand, and started stroking my dick.  "And that time at the movie
theatre when you took out your dick, and started playing with it during
`Death at a Funeral'," Bill said, and then added, "The British version."

Will laughed and said, "I bet it was because that guy was sitting naked on
the roof."

Hank couldn't let that stand.  "Like the time you beat off to Viggo
Mortensen being naked in `Eastern Promises'."

"Oh, Oh, Oh!" I said, grabbing Will's hand, as he pushed me over the edge,
and I started shooting all over everything.

"Looks like all our talk of naked actors and jerking off has put poor Kyle
over the edge," Bill said with a smirk.

"Na, Na, no!" I said, as I removed Will's hand; my dick was way too
sensitive now.  "No! It wasn't from what you were talking about; it was all
of you playing with my dick!"

They all laughed. "All it takes is a little playing around to get you off?
Hank, you sure have it easy!" Mike said.

Hank tossed me a t-shirt to wipe myself clean, then told me to get dressed.
I threw on shorts, and Hank tossed me the t-shirt I had used to clean
myself.  I gave him a dirty look, but put it on, and put on socks and
shoes, as we were heading out the door.

We picked up something to eat at a Drive Through, and headed over to my
mom's place.  We had a plan in place, and everyone had agreed to it.

I took some boxes into my mother's room and packed up all the stuff in her
drawers, while the others did the same in the other two bedrooms, living
room, and kitchen.

We had all the boxes filled and stacked in the garage by noon.  All of us
were sweating.  Matt drove over and got some Hoagies for us, while the rest
of us drank some water, and cooled off in the shade in the back yard.

Mike started to take off his shorts, and I told him, "No, the neighbors can
see into this backyard.  I don't want them telling my mom that there were a
bunch of naked men in the backyard while she was gone!"

Mike laughed, turned around, and mooned the neighbors.  He pulled up his
shorts and said, "I'll be a good boy, as long as Hank is."

Hank flipped him off, and Bill and Will laughed at them.

When Matt was back, we dug into the sandwiches, as if we were
ravenous. Nothing was said for a few minutes, and then Bill said, "Remember
when we used to make you cum on your sandwiches before you could eat them?"

"Yeah, Mom would wonder why I had to go to the bathroom with my sandwich,"
Hank said, around a mouthful of sandwich.

"We just told her you were going to add some seasoning!" Mike said,
laughing.

"No wonder she had that strange look on her face when I came back to the
kitchen," Hank said, and Will busted up laughing.

"Such a strange family," Matt said.

"Amen to that," I said, and that got another round of laughter from Matt
and Will.

During the rest of lunch, Matt and Will told about their families.  Like
mine, they seemed much milder than Hank's.  Matt told about coming out to
his family, and how it took several months for his Dad to accept him and
tell him he still loved him.

Will said that when he told his parents, that it was just like in the
movie, his dad went to a cookie jar and got out some money, handed it to
Will's mom, and said, "You were right!"

We all laughed.  After lunch, it was the task of bringing all the old
furniture out to the garage.  Will and Bill worked on removing the kitchen
cabinets and appliances, while the rest of us did the remainder of the
house.

We had called a shelter to donate the stuff.  They arrived with their
truck, and we assisted them with loading all the furniture and appliances
into the truck.

When that was done, we were all exhausted.  We closed up the house, and
headed back to the motel to clean up.  "I think I could use a soak in that
hot tub, before heading out to dinner," Bill said.

Everyone agreed.  So back at the motel, everyone quickly stripped out of
their sweaty clothes, and pulled on swim trunks.  We headed over to the hot
tub, set the timer, and climbed in.

It sure did feel good on the sore muscles; but leave it to Hank to make it
sexual.  He took off his shorts, grabbed my hand, and put it on his dick,
not that anyone could see because of all the bubbles.

"Kyle's got his hand on my dick," he announced to the guys in the tub.

"Only because you put it there after you took off your trunks!" I said,
giving him a good squeeze.

Bill said, "Last one out of their trunks is a chicken!" as he swung his
trunks around over his head.  It was a scramble then, as we all tried to
get them off.  I tried to stay underwater, but Will had his bare ass
showing as he pushed his down.

"Guys!" I said, "This is a public place!"

"Is he always this wound up?" Mike said, waving his dick in my face.

"The nearer he gets to his home, the tighter he gets." Hank smiled, "And I
mean that in the best possible way!"

"Asshole!" I said.

"Fuck face!"

Everyone had someone's dick in their hand.  I had Hank's in one hand and
Bill's in the other.  After a bit of joking around, everyone got serious
about the task, because they were getting wrapped up in that old familiar
fog of lust, as I like to call it.

You could hear the breathing rate increase, as the pace and the proximity
to edge got closer.

I heard gasping around the tub, as guys shot their loads into the hot
water.

I came with a shudder and a moan, as Hank took me over the edge.

We all lay back, and relaxed in the water then.

The timer went off and then we heard, "So this is where all the perverts
hang out."

I covered my crotch with a hand before looking up.  The voice sounded
familiar.

It was my cousin, Harold.  He had great timing.  His eyes went wide, as the
bubbles stopped and the water cleared.  "You're naked!"

"Keep your voice down!" I said.

"Yep, brilliant deduction, Watson," Bill said.

I introduced him around, and none of the guys made any move to cover
themselves.  Bill even stood so his cock was exposed, as the water level
reached just to his balls.

"I think I came too late," Harold said.

Hank laughed, "No, I would say we came too soon!"  That brought a chuckle.

"We are just getting ready to head out for dinner.  Do you want to join
us?" Hank asked, as he stood up and worked his trunks back on.

Harold's eyes stayed wide, as Bill walked out of the pool before putting
his on.  I think he got a good look at everyone as they got their trunks
on.

He followed us back to the rooms, where everyone immediately got naked.
His mouth was a big "O", as he took in all the naked male flesh.

Mike came over, grabbed his crotch, and said, "If you keep your mouth open
like that, one of these guys might stick something in it!"

Harold gasped, which got everyone laughing.  Bill said, "I think he should
spend the night tonight in bed with Will and I.  Then he can see what will
cum of it." We all groaned at the pun.

Mike said, "Then you three can sleep in that room, so the four of us can
get some sleep.  I don't know about the rest of you, but I am tired!"

We headed out to dinner.  I said we would take two cars, but the others
said no; Harold could ride on their laps.  I rode up front with Mike and
Hank, and Harold kept giggling and gasping, as he sat on the laps in the
back seat.

When we got to the restaurant, Harold had to adjust himself, as he was
tenting the front of his shorts, and there was a wet spot about the size of
a quarter on the front of them.

In the restaurant, after ordering, we caught Harold up on all the news, and
he explained what he had been up to.  He was still surfing porn on his
computer, but he was going to the adult bookstore whenever he could sneak
out.

"I love looking through the holes to see what the other guys are doing." He
blushed, and added, "And I have even sucked a guy that stuck his dick
through the hole!"

Hank laughed and said, "That's what you are supposed to do, unless you want
to bend over and take it up the ass."

"Shhhh!" I said.  I felt people in the restaurant were looking at us.

"Oh!" Harold said, "I thought I was supposed to jerk them off."

Bill choked on his water, and said, "And have you stuck your dick through
the holes?"

He looked sheepishly at the table, and mumbled, "Once or twice."

"Yeah, I bet it was more than that," Will said. Then he added, "And what
happened to it?"

"I was blown a couple of times, and once, I felt a guy's ass pushing
against it.  I hadn't done that since Christmas with Kyle and Hank."  That
brought another round of laughter.

Dinner arrived, and we dug in.

After dinner and dessert, we headed back to the motel.  Harold took Bill
and Will up on their offer to spend the night.  He was giggling so loud,
that MIke got up, said, "Shhh! Go to sleep!" and closed the adjoining door.

Hank and I were in one bed, and MIke and Matt in the other.  Hank snuggled
close to me, and I was soon off to sleep.

I wasn't the last one up in the morning, so it was Harold who got the
razzing for being the last in bed, with his woody sprouting from his thick
bush of hair.  "I think we may need to trim him up while we are here," Hank
said, and Harold's eyes went wide again.

Back at Mom's, it was painting day.  We got everything taped up and the
floors covered. Bill took off his shorts then.  When I looked at him
strangely, he said, "What? You paint in the nude.  You don't want to ruin
your clothes with paint drippings, right?"

Everyone agreed, so I stripped down with the rest of them.  Harold sprang a
boner as soon as his shorts were off.  Bill took the roller and coated
Harold's crotch with paint.  "If it gets hard, it gets painted."

Will said, "Yep," and coated Bill's ass with some paint.

"I want to hit that HARD," Bill said.

After that, everyone settled down to the task of painting.  Lunch time, we
made Harold slip on Mike's shorts, which were too big for him, and sent him
out to get lunch.  We picked a place where he would have to go inside to
get the order.

We all laughed after he left, thinking about him trying to hold up his
shorts and carrying the food at the same time.

When he came back, he held one bag in his left hand, and his right held
another bag, and the waist of his shorts.  Hank pulled the bags away from
him at the front door, and the shorts fell to his ankles.  Mike grabbed
Harold's shoulders, and drug him into the room, leaving the shorts on the
front porch.

Once again, we were quiet while we ate lunch.  After lunch, we finished up
the painting.  As we dressed to head back to the motel, I noticed that
everyone had paint splatters all over their bodies.  I had to laugh at the
splotch of brick red paint on Hank's ass.

Back at the motel, we decided on showers to get the paint off, and made
Harold the scrubber.  Each of us took a turn in the shower with him, as he
scrubbed the paint off of us.

This allowed him to touch everyone everywhere.  His pale green-coated dick
didn't go down during the whole process.  So when he had done everyone,
Bill, the last one in, turned, took the wash cloth, and went to work on
Harold.

We all heard Harold shout as he reached orgasm and shot all over the
shower.  Bill called for some shaving cream and a razor.  He quickly
received the needed supplies, and we continued to hear gasps and giggles
over the water, as Bill shaved Harold.  "Now bend over and spread those
cheeks," we heard Bill command, and then another gasp from Harold.

Harold was shaking with fatigue when he got out. We were all tired, so we
decided to order in and placed an order for delivery.

When the knock on the door came, Hank gave Harold some money, and told him
to pay for the food.  We were picking up all the costs this week.  He
started to reach for his shorts, couldn't find them, and Hank said, "Just
answer the door.  It won't be anything the guy hasn't seen before."

Harold went beet red as he opened the door.  The guy was telling him the
amount, and then he looked at Harold, who was, once again, beginning to
sprout some major wood.

Then we heard, "Harold?"

And then, "Oh, Fuck! Charlie!"

We ran up to see what was going on.  Turns out it was a guy who knew Harold
from school, before Harold started home schooling.

"Great to see you," Charlie said, looking Harold up and down.

Harold moved to cover himself.

Bill moved up and said, "Sir, let me take that from you," and he took the
bags from Harold.

Charlie looked at Bill, who was naked as well.  Everyone else moved up
behind Harold.  Hank said, "Master Harold, is this the new man you were
telling us that would come visit?  The one we would have to please in the
same manner you have taught us to please you?"

Charlie's eyes got huge, as he looked at the six naked men standing behind
Harold.

"Are these all your boys?" Charlie said, using a common term for submissive
men.

Before Harold could speak, Mike said, "Yes, we have all begged to be able
to serve him.  He is strict, and beats us if we don't mind, but he rewards
us by allowing us to pleasure him whenever and wherever he commands us."

Charlie looked from Harold to the six naked men behind him and managed to
say, "And here I was feeling sorry for you.  I thought after everything
that happened, and you leaving school and all, that you would be sitting
around depressed.  But look at you!" Charlie held out his hands, indicating
Harold's hard on, just like the rest of us.

"You have this army of hunks wanting to serve you and meet your every need.
Fuck, that is so amazing!"  I saw Charlie's khaki's were tenting out.

Harold was still dumbstruck, so Matt chimed in, "Master Harold, do you want
Mister Charlie to come back after his shift tonight, so we can provide him
the same kind of pleasure that we do for you?"  Mike smiled, and added, "I
think it is my turn for my ass to be used!"

Charlie's jaw dropped even more, as Mike turned around and showed off his
ass.  Then Charlie looked at Harold, as if to say, "So, what do you say?"

Harold finally got it together, and said, "Not tonight, boys; remember, you
are to be punished tonight for not obeying me at the bowling alley.  I told
you to polish my balls, and one of you stupidly brought out a towel and
started rubbing down my bowling ball!"  I bit my lip, so as not to laugh.

"You know I expect you to service me whenever I say, and wherever I say.
That includes getting naked in the adult bookstore, like I had you do this
morning, and it means licking my balls in the bowling alley!"

Harold's voice got stronger, "So each of you will receive 20 lashes with
the barber strap, and have to sleep with the largest butt plug up your
asses."  He turned, looked at us, and added, "And you will not be able to
cum for three more days!"

He turned back to Charlie, then spoke over his shoulder, "Billy, go get the
chastity devices out of the drawer, and bring me the key.  You are going to
be locked up, and I will make sure you can't cum until I tell you that you
can!"

"Yes, Sir!" we all said at once.

Charlie looked around at us again, this time taking in our crotches.  "So
do you want to come back Thursday night and enjoy the pleasures of my
slaves?"  Harold reached over and rubbed Mike's ass.

Charlie visibly swallowed, "Ah, yeah, I mean, yes."  He looked around
again, and said, "How did you get all these men to submit to you?"

Harold crossed his arms across his chest, "I ran an Ad in Craigslist,
looking for men who wanted to serve a high school stud.  I signed as Master
H, and they told me that my reputation made them want, no need, to be my
boys."

He reached out and pulled on Hank's dick.  "And they fight for my
attention.  It is so much fun!"

He turned, and said to Mike, "You, why are you not cleaning my ass?"

Mike knelt down behind Harold, spread his cheeks, and began to tongue his
hole.  Harold gasped, and almost lost his composure.

"Oh, Fuck!" Charlie said.  "Yeah, Thursday.  Okay, Harold, I'll see you
then.  And thank you!"  He scurried off to his car, pushing his dick down.

When he was in the car and we had closed the door, Harold slid down the
door, and said, "You assholes!"

Everyone laughed.  We went in and ate dinner.  All the while, we were
thinking up various scenarios for Thursday night.

Harold slept with Bill and Will, and we heard him yell, "Fuck me, harder!"
even through the closed doors.

Wednesday, we pulled up all the tape and plastic, and got the house ready
for the cabinet men.  They came in and began installing the new ones in the
kitchen.  Bill would go in and inspect their work, all the while his shorts
were hanging low on his hips, showing that he had no underwear on, and
showing off the top of his pubes and his crack.

One of the installers smashed his thumb, as he turned to follow Bill around
the kitchen, and swung his hammer. "Fuck!" he said, and turned to follow
Bill out of the kitchen.

Bill proceeded to flirt with the guy throughout the rest of the day.  He
would stand in the kitchen watching the guy, and "innocently" scratch his
crotch, or reach inside his shorts to adjust himself, or scratch his ass.

We all managed to get a glimpse of him doing it.  The installer got where
he had to work with his crotch pressed against a cabinet, just so his boner
wouldn't show.

That afternoon, all the deliveries came.  So we were now getting furniture
unpacked, arranged, and then rearranged.  The cabinet guys finished up just
as the kitchen appliances were being delivered.

Bill went in, stood next to the cabinet guy, and slid his hand into the
back of the guy's pants.  The guy gasped, and then coughed, to cover up the
gasp.

I spotted the guy's wedding ring, as he and Bill headed out to the garage.
I didn't know who was going to get what, but there was no doubt someone was
going to get something!  Bill later told me that the guy couldn't get
enough of Bill.  He ran his hands all over Bill, pulled Bill's shorts down,
and swallowed his dick.  Then he stood up trembling, pulled his own pants
down, leaned over the work counter, and told Bill to fuck him.

Bill obliged, and the guy busted a nut, and groaned loudly when Bill came
in his ass.  He told Bill, with tears running down his face, that he was
married, but he had been craving sex with a man, and was nearly crazy with
Bill's body, and all the teasing.

Bill told him he could come back over any day for more, or come to the
motel at night; but the guy shook his head, and said, "I just couldn't do
that to my wife and family."

We had all heard similar stories and understood the frustration the man was
facing.  He feared coming out, so he married, had kids, and then yearned
for man to man sex, but rarely got it, and when he did he felt guilty.

That night we went out for sushi.  Harold was full of it, and kept making
puns about eating raw meat, and fish eggs. "Is that like eating cum?" he
would ask in a whisper to Mike, who was sitting to his left.

He slept with Bill and Mike that night.  The next morning, he said he was
so sore, he could hardly walk.  We all told him that we knew why, because
we had heard him all night long!

Thursday, we finished up by putting away all the stuff in the boxes,
arranging finishing touches, hooking up TVs, internet, and phones.  We set
mom up with an office in the guest bedroom, with a Mac, printer, and
everything she would need.

In the living room, we had it all set up with the ipad controlling
everything for her, and created a little cheat sheet for her, so she could
understand how to do what.

"My" room was done up in mission style furniture . . . lots of woods, and a
pale green color.  Bamboo sprouted from a number of pots.  Hank had found a
calligraphy print of the Happiness symbol to put on one wall.  The bed was
done in tans and greens.  It all looked very earthy and natural. "Much
better than that ungodly purple stuff," Mike had said.  He saw the look on
my face, and said, "Sorry!"

"It's okay - it was ugly, but it was my mom's attempt to tell me that she
accepted me, my lifestyle, and my wonderful partner." I wiped a tear from
my eye, and Hank razzed me about it, but I could see the emotion on his
face as well.

My mom's bedroom and bathroom were done up in shades of blue, her favorite
color.  The guest room, with the office space, was set up in shades of
grey.  It has a Murphy queen-sized bed.

The living room had been done in striking bold colors.  One wall was brick
red, one a pale gold, and the other two a sand color.  The furniture here
was all microfiber stuff, with deep coffee browns, tans, and hunter greens.
There were tall plants, and we had installed an electric fireplace that had
logs in it.  Mom would have some place to hang the stockings at Christmas
time.

The kitchen had been done up in black marble and stainless steel.  The
cabinets were a dark rich brown.  And the ceiling lights hung down over the
various work areas.  The kitchen nook/dining room was done with a rich dark
wood table that would expand to fit 10 people easily.  New dishes, pots,
pans, and flatware completed the make over.

All the boxes had been flattened and sent off to the recycling
plant. Everything we had purchased had been energy rated for being the most
efficient.  We set up recycle bins in the garage for her.

Tomorrow morning, we would clean up the garage and do some grocery shopping
before she returned.

Tonight we would have a visit from Charlie, and I wasn't sure how that was
going to go down.  I didn't know if the guys would overplay it, or whether
Harold could pull off the role of master.

All I knew was that I was exhausted, happy at what we had done for my mom,
and comfortable with all the friends and family of Hank's.  I still wasn't
sure about Harold.

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