Date: Tue, 7 Jun 2011 11:08:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kyle and Hank - Chapter 83

***Author's note: Thanks to all the readers who have read this through very
recently for pointing out the issue with Kyle and Hank's parents having met
at Thanksgiving.  I have rectified the issue in this chapter.  Writing over
a long span of time, sometimes makes it difficult to keep all the facts
together.


Hank turned me around, knelt down, and began rimming me.  Damn! His tongue
felt good.  I was slowly stroking myself, enjoying the pleasure he was
giving me, and I could see back between my legs that his boxers were now
around his ankles.

Just as he was inserting his dick into my ass, and I was preparing to
experience one of my favorite pleasures, I heard, "You two boys sure do
make a fine picture."

Startled, I squeezed my ass muscles tightly; Hank moaned, and I looked up.
There was a man, about 30 or 40 or so, with his cell phone out, taking a
picture.

Hank, who never seemed to be at a loss for what to do, said, "Glad you like
it, mister." I knew Hank had on his famous smile, as he said that. "Would
you like us in a different position, or move so you can compose the picture
better?"  He pushed himself deep into me at that point, and I moaned.

"You two know each other?" the man asked, as he moved around taking
pictures of us from various angles.  It dawned on me then that Hank was
still videoing everything. This was going to be one amazing video!

Hank pistoned into me again, and said, "No, Mister, I was out taking a walk
along this path, and this naked guy was standing here stroking his dick,
and asking me if he could do anything for me.  After having him snack on my
little partner for a bit, I turned him around and decided to do some
rootin' inside his ass." He pumped my ass again, for emphasis.

"Yeah, there are plenty of guys out on this path.  It's a pretty well-known
spot.  Seems like you can find almost anything you want along this path."
He continued to take pictures, but I noticed that the crotch in his jeans
was beginning to expand.

"Well, that's good to know, mister.  And this little guy is certainly
providing a good service." Again, with the fierce thrust. "This fella is
very good at what he does, and if you are interested, I can tell you his
mouth does wonderful things to your little partner."

The man laughed, clutched his crotch for emphasis, and said, "There ain't
anything little about my partner!"  Don't men always say that, I wondered,
when given the comment of "little" in reference to their dicks?

"Well, it's just us fellas out here, so why don't you show this little guy
(why did he keep referring to me as "little," I wondered) what you have for
him to munch on?"  Hank was merrily working away on my ass, as he
chit-chatted with the man.

The guy didn't even look around, as he undid his belt, and began
unbuttoning his 501 jeans.  He had gone commando, and I could see a thick
bush of black kinky hair surrounding a mass of flesh.  It seemed to be all
`smushed' up in there, but he worked his pants down, and out fell a truly
amazing mound of flesh.  The dick wasn't hard yet, but hung at least seven
or eight inches down over balls that seemed like they were as big as tennis
balls.

"Nice!" Hank said, as he continued working away on my hole.  I squeezed
down hard on his dick, and he moaned.

"Yeah, wait until you see Earl in all his glory," the man said, as he moved
towards my mouth with "Earl".

"Earl?" Hank asked.

The guy was pushing his crotch towards my mouth, and I licked the head of
his dick.  It jerked and swelled a bit more.  "Yeah, some guys call their
dicks, `junior', or 'little partner' (I caught the reference to Hank's
comment), or some other cute-ass name.  But ever since Earl started
growing, there was never anything little or cute about him."

He laughed, "And sometimes it seems like he is his own man.  So I thought
he should have a man's name." Earl was growing longer and thicker, as I
worked on his head.

"Name's Chuck," the guy said, and reached out his hand to Hank.

"Billy Bob Walker," Hank said.  "Pleased to meet you." Billy Bob Walker?
Where was Hank getting this shit?

"Kmemphermf." I tried to say my name around the massive cock head growing
in my mouth.  It was the size of a good sized plumb, almost as purple, and
it was attached to a good sized tree limb.

Chuck laughed, as he moved Earl back and forth a bit.  I moved off it so I
could appreciate the full size of the thing.  It had to be a good 10 or 11
inches long, and at least 3 inches across, and the head was about all that
was going to fit in my mouth.

This gave Hank a good look at Earl, as well. "Bet you don't find many guys
or women that can take all of Earl."  Hank was having great fun plowing my
ass and stimulating that favorite spot inside.

"I found one man out here once, that could swallow nearly the whole thing.
Thought I was going to suffocate him, though, before I could pull out!" He
laughed, and he shook Earl in my face.

"And there seems to be no end to people that want to try to handle Earl at
the other end, be it man or woman."  My ass tightened at the thought of
something this big in me.  I thought maybe a horse would be smaller!  Hank
had told me that there were men who liked to have horses fuck them.  I
couldn't imagine!

"Well, this little filly seems a bit tight.  Don't know if he could
accommodate Earl."  I squeezed down on Hank to say, `quit giving him
ideas.'  I was having enough trouble handling just the head in my mouth.

But I was doing my best.  I had both hands gripping Earl, and was using my
tongue to the best of my abilities.  I almost felt like I could stick my
whole tongue down his piss slit, it was so huge.  And the amount of precum
he was producing was amazing.  I continued to lap it up.

"Yeah, he's doing a pretty good job on Earl right now.  Seems like he knows
what he's doing."  He pushed his thighs forward, as if he could force more
inside my mouth.  That wasn't going to happen!

He had pulled down his jeans a bit, and I removed one hand from Earl, and
reached around to stroke his ass.  He took my hand and brought it back to
the task at hand.  "Don't go straying from the job, and, besides, things
only come out back there; nothing goes in."  Ah, so he was only a giver,
not a taker! I should have known!

I got the impression that it was going to take some time to get Earl to
explode, and I didn't know if Hank and I could continue on for that amount
of time.  Hank must have thought the same thing (great minds?), because he
asked.

"What really punches Earl's buttons?" he said, without his country
twang. And then added, "I mean, what makes Earl sit up and take notice?"

Chuck laughed, and leaned into me a bit, but Earl wasn't going in any
further!

"Well, Billy, you see I have this fantasy.  Earl seems to be able to go on
and on before he shoots, and then it seems he can shoot a good 4 or 5 times
before he can get it up for a bit." Earl swelled a bit in my mouth.

"And Betsy, our mare, can only handle so much of Earl." I nearly choked on
that one.  "So imagine that there are these 4 or 5 hot looking guys.  You
know, all buffed up and in great shape.  They are all lined up in the barn,
leaning over the railings with their tight asses in the air.  And Earl
moves down the line, sampling them all; yeah, them taking it all the way to
the root!" He bucked again, and Earl took another swell.

"Over the course of an hour or so, Earl and I move up and down the line,
giving each of them a sample of Earl. And in each case, Earl gives each one
a full serving of his cock juice."

I was working furiously on Earl's head, and Hank was pumping away on my
ass.

Chuck was breathing faster and more raggedly, as he continued on.  "Yeah,
each of those guys love having me hump their muscular asses, and I give
them all they want of Earl." He was nearly panting now.

"As Earl erupts in each of them, they scream and beg for more!" If the
volume of Earl's precum gets any bigger, I am going to assume he is
cumming!

"Oh, yeah, polish that nob," Chuck managed, through clenched teeth.  He
reached up and, with both hands, grabbed my head, "Oh, yeah! That's the way
to make Earl happy!"

With that, I am soon rewarded with what seems like a gallon of cum.  It is
running out of my mouth, there is so much of it.  I am at the edge, and
Hank's pumping has reached the friction point that takes me over, which
causes me to squeeze even more, and Hank is soon dumping his hot load in my
ass.  Fuck! I struggle to swallow as much of Earl as I can.

Chuck pulls me off of his dick, and wipes the head around through my hair
and across my face, leaving a sticky trail of cum along the way.

He pulls my head up, looks me in the eyes, and says, "Nice, very nice.
Earl is very pleased!"  He was stroking his dick, and massaging the
remaining cum into the shaft.

Hank was easing out of me, and saying, "Yeah, very nice ass there, little
guy."  I stood up, stretching my back and my legs.

"He ain't so little where it counts," Chuck said, taking in my dick.  It
was a nice compliment, and it never hurts to tell a guy his dick is good
sized.  I took the compliment, smiled, and said, "Well, it certainly
doesn't compare to Earl."

Chuck laughed and said, "Not many of them can!"  He stroked some more, as
Earl began to dwindle just a bit in size.  He laughed again, "But now that
he has woken up, it is going to be difficult to get him back into these
jeans!"

Ever helpful, Hank said, "Why not just take off the jeans and walk back
that way.  Who knows . . . maybe you'll find someone on the way out that
might spark Earl's interest!"

And to put proof to words, Hank pulled off his shorts and t-shirt, and
started back down the trail.  "Now that's a bold man!" Chuck said.  Not to
be outdone, I picked up my ball of clothes and followed Hank back out the
trail. Then I remembered, and ran back and grabbed the camera, before
running to catch up with Hank.

"Yeah, and that bold man is one mighty fine lover!" I said, as I caught up
to Hank, and put my hand on his ass and squeezed.

We were both laughing, as we came out of the bushes, and headed for the
truck.  A car drove by and honked the horn, as we approached the truck.  We
heard a guy shout, "Nice bodies, guys!"

Hank turned towards the car, and gave a little hip action, flipping his
dick around, and then pirouetted to the truck.  I heard laughter and
another honk, as we opened the truck doors.

"Too bad they didn't stick around to see the real show," Hank said,
indicating with his head, as Chuck came out of the bushes, bare naked, and
Earl swinging in the wind.

"That thing was huge!" I said.

Hank laughed and said, "I was wondering if you were going to ask to have
him fuck you!"

"Yeah, right!" I said, and grabbed Hank's cum-smeared dick.  "This one is
just fine for me!"

We rode naked from there, until we were just about to the university.  Then
Hank pulled into a parking lot behind a bar; he had us get out and get our
clothes on.  A man came staggering out of the bar about that time, took one
look at us, and shouted back into the bar, "You're right.  I have had too
much to drink, because, instead of white elephants, I am seeing white
asses!"  There was a roar of laughter from the bar, and we finished
dressing and got back into the truck.

Hank and I were laughing at the joke, as well. He said, "We may need to do
something about these white asses!"

He looked at me, and then back at the road.  "My brother's and I would
always be naked around the house and in the back yard, so we pretty much
had all over tans."  That reminded me of his story about his brother
recharging his dick by sticking it in the milk.

"Did you sunburn your dicks often?" I asked, imagining all the brothers
laying on their backs, with boners and a little umbrella attached to the
dicks.  It was a comical image.

"No," he laughed. "Most of us used sun screen, until the tans came in."

"I bet it was fun spreading the sun screen on each other!"  Again, I could
picture this in my mind.

"You are just jealous that I have brothers, and we all played with each
others cocks!"

Which made me wonder, again, about getting his family and mine together.

Hank looked at me, and shot me that radiant smile of his. "You are thinking
about Fourth of July and getting your mom and my family together, aren't
you?"

"Asshole! What, you've taken up mind reading now?" I asked.

He laughed and said, "No, little brother, I am just beginning to understand
how your mind works!"

"I think you have always known how my mind works! How else could you
explain the ease at which you seduced your young naive virgin roommate?" I
shot back.

That really got him laughing.  "I seduced you? You wanted a piece of this
virile masculine body the moment you saw it.  And, you worked your little
`rub your toe in the rug', innocent shyness routine, until I fell for it."

"Oh, and you running around naked all the time had nothing to do with it!"

"Not that you didn't want me to!"

"So, see, you were reading my mind back then!"

"Maybe," he conceded.  "Do you remember Thanksgiving?"

"Yes, of course," I said.

"Who was there, and do you remember anything special about Thanksgiving?"

I thought for a second, "All of your brothers and their families, and your
parents.  We had this wild shower orgy with your brothers, that totally
blew me away.  I think we spent half the time naked!" I smiled, remembering
all of Hank's brothers naked.  And I think everyone of your brothers fucked
me!"

"Remember anyone else being there?" he asked, and I thought, and brought
back images of the long weekend, and they were all filled with sex.

That's why I didn't want to have his family and my . . .  "Oh, shit!  I
forgot; my mom was there!  She has already met your parents and brothers."

I thought for a moment, and said, "Is she losing it, or just going with it
since I said she could meet them, or am I just losing it?"

Hank laughed.  "I think you were a bit preoccupied during Thanksgiving with
Sir Everhard.  And, I think your mom just didn't want to embarrass
you. Duffus!"

"Asshole!" and I laughed.  I was going to have to call my mom and
apologize.

"But seriously, we can have your mom; Harold; his mom, Aunt Maude; and
Charlie, all come to the lake house for the Fourth, and I promise my family
will behave," he said with sincerity.

"What, no naked orgies in the shower room?" I asked.

"Your mom won't be in the men's shower room, hopefully!" he shot back.

"But I am sure Harold and Charlie will be."

"And you don't think they will want to join in the orgy?"

"Good point!"  I still worried, despite Hank's assurances to the contrary.

****

Thanks to my editor, for his assistance.  Thanks to those of you that write
in with personal stories, comments, suggestions, and prods to keep writing
Kyle and Hank's story. harryrod575@yahoo.com

My other stories can be found on the prolific authors page.

have fun

harry