Date: Wed, 29 Jun 2011 18:51:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kyle and Hank - Chapter 85

Tuesday was spent in a flurry of activity trying to organize this huge
photo shoot.  Thomas had said there was no limit to the number of guys, as
long as he knew in advance how many would be there, so he could have their
payments ready for them.  I wondered where Thomas got all his money, but if
he sold his stuff for the amounts I saw during the showing at the gallery,
I could understand.

At 5 pm, the guys started gathering in the parking lot behind the dorm.  It
looked like a gang meeting, or a group getting ready for a flashmob.  Hank
took the lead and had them stretch and warm up.

Then he then took them out on a run.  A long line strung out, so he told me
to take up the rear (and laughed at his own pun), and make sure everyone
made it through the run.

Hank had them do a mile, and sprint the last couple hundred yards.  Then he
took them through some calisthenics, including push-ups and crunches. By
5:45, everyone had a good sweat, and we piled into as many cars as were
available, then headed over to the gym.

Thomas met us at the door and took us into the Gym.  "Great looking bunch
of guys!  You really brought out the winners."  Some of the guys were less
athletic than the others, but they were definitely giving it their best.

"Okay, guys, I want you to spread out to the various types of equipment and
start using it; I want to see you sweating again.  Some of you can take off
your shirts.  If you don't mind, I'll tear off the sleeves of a couple of
the t-shirts."

The guys were dressed in a wide variety of styles.  There were guys in
basketball type shorts, cotton gym shorts, and even a couple of pairs of
board shorts.  Shirts ranged from a real workout type (the kind that was
supposed to transport sweat), colored cotton t-shirts, muscle shirts, and
tank tops.  Shoes ranged from running shoes to old trainers.

Thomas went to a couple of the guys, and tore off the sleeves of their
t-shirts, making their bi-ceps and arm pits more visible.

"The photographers are going to take pictures of you working out.  I know,
at first, you will be self conscious of them watching, but you will soon
forget about them."  There was some nervous laughter at that.

"After we have gotten all of the shots of that which we want, I need two
volunteers to start off the more sexual aspects of this portion.  The
premise is that one guy loses a bet, or gets dared to do his bench presses
in his jock.  The spotter will work with the guy, and will be observed
checking out the pouch of the jock.

Next, the spotter will have to strip to his jock while he spots.  They
switch places and, now, the guy spotting is naked.  The guy pressing will
be looking right up into the guy's crotch.  The pressing guy begins to fill
out his jock.  Then the spotter begins to swell.  Next, pressing guy
returns the weights to the bracket, reaches down to adjust himself, and we
see his nearly hard cock. I think you get the drift."

Again, a bit of laughter.  "So, who wants to volunteer to be these two
guys?" He paused, and looked around.  "No volunteers?"

Someone asked, "Do these two end up getting it on?"

"If by getting it on, you mean having sex, then yes," Thomas said, and
there was laughter again.  "Now, some of you may be shy about doing things
in front of others, but you are just going to have to get over it."

He continued on, "I do need two or three guys who will never strip, never
participate in sex, and will never be seen jerking off." He looked around
the room.  "The rest of you will be involved in some sort of sex.  You can
chose to be in a twosome, threesome, etc., or decide to find a spot and
pull down your shorts and jock, and jerk off."

He thought for a minute. "After the session here in the gym, we are going
to retire to the locker room. Every one will have their clothes back on;
well, at least their jocks, shorts, shoes, and socks. Those of you with
nice, sweaty t-shirts will have those on as well."

There was some more laughter. He seemed to be trying to get them to relax.
In the locker room, you will begin to strip down.  We will be getting all
kinds of shots during this set.  I expect to see asses in jocks sitting on
the bench, standing, and in the process of removing them.

"I also expect to see some of you checking out the other guys.  Once a
locker row is empty, I expect that one of you will go down the row looking
for a sweaty jock to sniff." This brought a great laugh from a scattering
of guys.  They must be the ones who had been thinking about doing it.

To confirm my suspicion, Thomas said, "Oh, I see some of you have already
thought of that!" More laughter.

"Next, we will move to the showers.  At first, I want one guy in there
soaping up and remembering some sexual fantasy, boning up, and jerking off
in the soapy shower.

"More guys will join in.  You can have horse play like you normally do in
the showers.  You can even suggest a contest as to who has the longest
dick.  Eventually, some of you will jerk off together; maybe have a little
sucking; and two guys fucking."

Jimmy raised his hand, and everyone laughed, "Yes?" Thomas asked.

"Can I be the one getting fucked?" A roar of laughter from those who knew
Jimmy.  "What? I like to be fucked.  What's wrong with that?"

More laughter, and Thomas said, "Yes, you can be the one getting fucked in
the shower room.  I expect that there will be plenty of fucking going on."

Some of the guys were looking at each other.  "I want one guy to leave the
shower, find a toilet stall, and jerk off, like you are turned on by the
action, but don't want to be seen as enjoying it."  Smiles from several of
the guys at that.

"Then there is going to be the drying off part.  I expect some horseplay
here . . . towel snapping, and such.  I expect that some of you will hide
yourself in a wrapped towel, while some of you will want to parade around,
showing what you have."

He was really getting the guys relaxed with his humor.  "There are plenty
of towels, razors, tooth brushes, combs, and such at the sinks, so feel
free to use them.  That reminds me, if anyone wants to shave his balls or
crotch, by all means, feel free to do that in the shower as well."

More laughter.

"Okay, guys, I want you to have fun.  So who wants to be the two volunteers
who get the ball rolling?"

The guys looked around amongst themselves and, finally, Jared and Drew
raised their hands.  Drew blushed a bit, but nodded his head at the razzing
he was getting from some of the guys who knew him.  "Drew can't wait to get
it on!"

"Okay. All right, guys. Let's get started. Pick out a machine, get it
adjusted the way you need, and start getting more sweaty.  And some of you
jump on the weights and dumbbells, especially the two who volunteered.  I
expect to see real straining, when we get to photographing you, and bulging
biceps."

"And full jocks," someone else remarked.

I didn't know all the guys, but I was surprised when I started looking at
them, and thinking, "I've had sex with him, and him and ...." It was kind
of freaky.

I found a pull down machine, knowing it would work my lats.  I got it set
up, and concentrated on nothing but working it.  Having been on some of
Thomas' other photo shoots, I didn't even think of the photographers being
around.

I had my eyes closed at first, but when I did open them, I saw a guy taking
shots from lots of different angles.  He asked me to stop at one point,
when my arms were spread wide over my head, getting ready for the next pull
down.  He took several shots, and a couple of ones across my pits, and into
my already sweaty face.

He told me to continue on.  I looked around the room then, and saw all the
guys working out.  It was a sweaty conglomerate of various types of men.
There were Asian guys, black guys, olive complexioned guys, tan guys,
nearly pale white guys, guys with hair poking out of shirts, or in Mikail's
case, as he was shirtless, glistening in abundance on his chest.

I spotted Jared and Drew on the bench press.  Jared's physique had always
caught my eye, not that I didn't think Hank wasn't perfect, but Jared's big
hands, and the way his arms and hands had prominent veins running around
them, were amazing . . . and those green eyes and his shiny blond hair.

Drew had blonde hair, as well, but had more the surfer look.  Jared was
like the classic Greek athlete, and Drew had the modern day man-about-town
casual look.

I had stopped working out, but pulled down several more times before
stopping to watch the scene unfolding on the bench press.  I noticed that
some of the other guys had stopped, as well, while others continued on; but
even the ones still working would steal glances over at the bench.

Drew was pressing, and was the one to remove his shorts first. His jock
looked nearly new, and his pouch had a good bulge in it.  I could see him
looking up Jared's shorts, and he must have really enjoyed what he was
seeing, because he faltered on one of his presses, and his pouch seemed to
have expanded some.

Jared then removed his shorts and shirt.  His jock was well-worn; it had
that dingy discolored look that indicates that the owner uses it
constantly.  I wondered when was the last time it had been washed, and what
it smelled like?  Had he ever cum in it?

Both men seemed to enjoy staring at the other's crotch.  Drew sat up, and
Jared moved over.  As Drew stood, Jared pulled off his jock, revealing his
cock, which had begun to fill out.

Drew added some weight to the bar, and then spotted for Jared. He couldn't
keep his eyes off of Jared's crotch, and Jared seemed to be fixated on
Drew's jock.

Jared racked the weights, and sat up.  Drew walked over in front of him,
and Jared pulled down Drew's jock, and gently took his cock in his hand.
Drew sighed, and his dick really began to respond; he was almost instantly
hard.

Jared stroked him several times, and rolled his balls around in his other
hand.  Then, a hush seemed to come over the gym, as Jared lowered his head
and took the head of Drew's dick into his mouth.  Drew gasped!

Jared began to really work on Drew's dick.  I looked around and saw many
guys adjust their own equipment, because of the response.  I saw Dale had
stripped off his clothes, and was using the squat machine in front of some
guy I didn't know.

The guy, in a green shirt, was on the machine across from Dale, and he
couldn't take his eyes off of Dale.

Dale finished up a set, stood up, and then bent at the waist to stretch his
back and muscles, as he tried to touch his toes.  Green guy walked over,
spread Dale's ass, and stuck his nose in his crack.

Dale let the man work on him, giving him a good rim job, for several
minutes.  Then he turned around, and the guy knelt down, pulled off his
shirt, showing his own athletic form, and began to work on Dale's stiff
cock.

Dale was obviously enjoying it.  The kneeling guy stood for a moment,
pulled off his own shorts and jock, and returned to kneeling down in front
of Dale, working on Dale's cock, while stroking himself.  He was uncut, and
it always makes me more intent on watching when a guy is uncut; I always
want to see how the extra skin works.

Dale had grabbed the guy's head, and was gently pumping his cock in and out
of the guy's mouth.  Kneeling guy seemed to really know what he was doing,
as he used a combination of hand and mouth on Dale's dick.

I looked around the room then, and realized, at the same time, that I was
hard.  There were guys still working out, and occasionally glancing at the
activity around them.

Will was sitting on a back strengthening machine, with his shorts and jock
around his ankles, jerking off while he watched two guy's feeling each
other up, and pulling on each other's cock.

Jared was now lining up on Drew's ass, as Drew was bent over the bench.
There were guys with their noses buried in a guy's arm pit; and another guy
was going wild over another guy's feet.

The whole room reeked of sweat and sex.  I looked around for Hank, and
caught his eye, and he waved me over.  He helped me strip down, and he did
likewise.  Then he did a hand stand, with his back to the wall, so I could
walk right up and start working on his dick.  Only Hank could pull this off
for any length of time.

After a bit, he came down, and knelt in front of me.  I love it when he
sucks me; he really knows what turns me on!

After a bit, he stood, pushed me over the seat of a machine, and went to
work on my ass.  I gasped, as he forced his tongue deep inside me.  I
opened my eyes, took in the orgy going on around me, and then closed them
again, as the pleasure became too intense for me.

Hank moved up behind me, and I felt the head of his dick press against my
hole.  We were reversing our positions from last night.  Hank had
originally said that he wasn't really big on getting fucked, but now we
seemed to be about 50/50.

He pressed in slowly, and eased the full length of his dick into my ass.
He let it rest there, before beginning the slow in and out motion that he
knew I enjoyed.  For my part, I knew to squeeze tightly on Hank's dick as
he did this.

I began to hear moaning around me as well.  This only fueled the erotic
nature of what was happening . . . a mass exhibitionist dream.  I couldn't
imagine that even the guys who didn't participate weren't getting turned on
by this.

When I next glanced out, I saw Mark, the guy from the massage therapy
place, with his nose buried in some guy's jock covered crotch.  Mark was
naked, and his ass was pointing my direction, and I could see his hairy
crack spread wide, as he bent to work on the guy.  I am a sucker for a
hairy crack!  Literally, I could suck a hairy crack.  I smiled to myself,
and Hank made me aware of his dick inside my ass.

The next time I opened my eyes, Mark had pulled the guy's dick from his
jock, and was working away on it.  His own cock was dripping, while he
worked on the guy.  The guy's pubes were thick, black, and wiry, like his
crack, only more so.  I could only imagine the smell and taste of that
sweaty crotch.

Oh Fuck! This was pushing all my buttons, and I knew I wasn't going to last
long.  My orgasmic moan built up slowly, as I felt the freight train feel
overtake me.  That is the greatest sensation!  Someone should bottle it and
make a million dollars.

Just as I reached that peak, Hank reached around and encircled my cock,
making me jump and shoot, all at the same time.  He kept stroking, milking
every bit out of me, until the sensitive feeling made me push him back.

Meanwhile, he was shooting in my ass, thrusting deep, and grunting with
each thrust.

When he finished, he stayed in me a while and lay against my back.
"Thanks; that was amazing!" he said.

"Yes, it was," a voice said.  I opened my eyes to see a photographer,
crouched low to catch my orgasm, I guess.  He was smiling.

He stood up and patted Hank on the back.  "You can do that to me, any
time," he said, with a big smile on his face.  He then moved off to find
more to shoot.

He didn't have to travel far; guys were jerking, fucking, and sucking all
around us.  I was hard instantly, again, seeing the overwhelming amount of
sex and lust going on around me.  It wasn't passionate; it was like workout
sex.  These were athletes, and they were using their testosterone and
energy to push the limits of the sex.

Even the guys jerking off were so intent on the process.  There was no slow
easy stroking; there was only pounding and holding of balls, or fingers
pressed against the area between their balls and their hole.  Sweat dripped
from them, as they pumped away.

The smell of cum was permeating the air; or maybe it was just mine on me,
but it seemed the bleach smell was everywhere, and that you could almost
see it.  As guys finished up, they moved over to watch the remaining guys
going at it.

Someone was lying on his back on the bench for bench pressing.  Jimmy was
impaled on the guy's dick, and someone else was penetrating Jimmy from that
angle.  He had two dicks inside of him, and he was begging them to fuck him
harder.  It was quite a scene!  All three were sweating, and you could see
the two dicks, with balls drawn up, working on his hole.

The guy on the bottom would hold still while the other guy pumped away,
thus creating friction on the other dick, as well as Jimmy's hole.

Then you would see them both thrusting, like it wasn't going fast enough.
Two photographers were capturing the scene.  I thought that they needed
video to capture the true essence of it with Jimmy's begging and moaning.

In another location, there was a guy sitting down, sucking a guy who was
standing.  Someone else was standing behind the seated guy, putting his
dick at the right level for the standing man.  The bottom guy was sucking
with his eyes closed, and pounding away on his own dick.  I realized this
was Michael, another masseuse from the therapy center.

There were two guys standing, in their jocks, face to face.  One would
punch or smack the other's pec muscle, then bend down to nibble on his
nipple.  He would repeat this several times, and then switch to the other
side.  It was like the guy was testing how much the other could stand of
the punching to his well developed pecs.  The guy getting punched looked
like his jock was about to explode, he was so hard.  Then I noticed the guy
that was doing the punching . . . his dick was out of his jock, dripping in
the wind.

Hank handed me my clothes, and I climbed back into my jock and shorts, but
swung my wet t-shirt over my shoulders.  He got dressed, including his
soaked t-shirt.  I leaned in and took a whiff of him.  "You need a shower!"
I said.

"Yeah, but you like this smell, don't you?" He reached down and squeezed my
still hard dick.

"Oh!  Yeah!" I said, burying my nose in his neck, and then working down to
his chest.  He did smell really great!  I love the musky scent that he
exudes when he has the smell of sweat and sex on him.

The three way with Jimmy climaxed with thrusting and yelling, "Oh, Fuck
Me!" "Yeah, take it all!" and "Feel me seeding you!"

Jimmy was a rag when they were done with him.  He looked wilted.  When they
uncoupled, I wasn't surprised to see that the bottom guy was Dale. He
seemed to be really enjoying himself.

Guys got their clothes back on, or pulled up, and slowly started heading to
the locker room.  Thomas sent a couple of guys in at a time.  Hank and I
were sent in about half-way through.

The scene was, at first glance, a typical locker room.  Jocks standing or
sitting around undressing, shooting the shit, with dirty sweaty clothes in
piles on the floor.

I saw Dale, standing at a locker, idly fiddling with his cock.  Paul,
sitting on the bench nearby in his jock, was glancing at Dale's cock.

Paul's ass was on display from the back, and it was lighter than the rest
of him, but had a black crease at his crack.  It seemed to be the only hair
on him, that I could see from the back, except what sprouted from his
underarms.  His back was broad and well muscled, and his hair was plastered
to his head with sweat.

Dale didn't mind the observation, and so Paul continued to stare.

Another guy, one I didn't know, was sitting on a bench, looking over his
shoulder at Mikail.  Mikail was bending over removing his jock, so his ass
crease was clearly visible.  The observer was squeezing his jock, as he
watched Mikail's hairy ass move and flex.

A couple of guys stood at the urinal pissing, and seemed to be checking
each other out.

Hank made a point of stripping, very lasciviously, in front of me, like he
was doing it for me.  He was watching my reaction, much as he had done at
the beginning of the school year, when he would strip down in the room;
only now, I boldly watched him as he removed clothing. I always love it
when he raises up a foot and unties his shoe, removes it, and then his
sock.  I mean, he brought his leg up, bent his knee, and raised his foot
straight up, like a stork or something.  It just always showed me such
strength and grace.

Of course, I loved seeing his dick as well.  For my part, I knew that when
I removed my jock, I would be sporting a hard on.  Sir Everhard at your
service!  After I pulled down my jock, I made a show of using a towel to
trap my dick, as I circled the towel around me before heading to the
showers.  The photographers were getting everything.

One stood behind the two at the urinal, and was shooting over their
shoulders, as if it was from each guy's perspective.

In the shower, we saw Eric at one end of the shower room, totally into
himself.  He was enveloped in steam, and oblivious to all the rest of us.
He had a soapy hand working over his dick.

The shower room had 6 stainless steel poles along the center of the room.
Each pole had six sets of temperature controls, and nozzles.  A
photographer had a couple of guys stand at the pole next to Eric's.  He got
shots through the guys, as they watched Eric work on his dick.  Another guy
was obviously getting shots of just Eric, and possibly close ups of his
dick, as he worked it up.

Eric really did look lost in his own world, as he worked up the suds on his
dick.  At one point, he leaned his head back and really pounded on his
dick.  The end had to be soon.  Sure enough, you could tell by the
tenseness of his body, his posture, and everything, that he was shooting.
The cum was lost in the spray of the shower, but it was obvious what was
happening.

Guys at the other showers were doing the normal shower thing - to begin
with.  Then, gradually, one guy began to play with his dick while he soaped
up, which caught the attention of someone else, and the circle jerk grew
from there.

My appearance with my dick hard and pointing at the ceiling got several of
the guys to point at me and joke.  The photographers asked the guys to
point again, and captured the whole scene.  That only seemed to turn me on
more.

Hank did the "dropped the soap" routine for me, presenting me with his ass.
I took the bait, and soon had him skewered on my dick, as guys in the
showers looked on.

A couple of guys were at their own shower, obviously not involved, or at
least not showing it.  These guys were pretending to be tolerant of what
was going on, but not willing to join in.

The photographers milled around us, getting shot after shot - pun intended.
It was all too much for me, and I was filling Hank up soon after we
started.  He didn't shoot, but turned around after I had withdrawn, and
kissed me long and deeply.

As all the showers were turned off, it was towel time.  There were guys
drying themselves lewdly, by fondling their dicks and balls with their
towels, and one guy was drying off another.  And, yes, there was the
typical towel snapping, which the photographers restaged a couple of times.

Guys paraded around naked, proud of their physique and their equipment.
Others wore their towels wrapped around their waist. Some of these towels
were pulled off by passersby.

There was a great deal of banter and horseplay, as if it was a normal day
at the gym.  Dale was one of the guys who walked around naked, standing
close to some guy sitting on the benches while they talked, and Dale
practically dried his crotch in the guy's face.

Then he turned and bent over, with his ass in the guy's face.  The guy
never took his eyes off of Dale, but he kept a towel in his lap to hide the
effect that Dale was having on him.

I heard a commotion, and went to see what was going on.  In the last row of
lockers, Jimmy was draped over the end of the bench, while someone, that I
didn't know, roughly pounded his hole.  Jimmy was obviously enjoying it, by
the moans and groans of pleasure he was emitting.

The guy was fucking him so hard, you could hear his balls slap against
Jimmy's ass, and the swish and swoosh of dick sliding in and out of his
ass.  Jimmy seemed oblivious to the people gathered around watching, but
the photographers were taking it all in.

Just as the guy on top was obviously cumming (the loud 'Oh, Fuck!' was a
dead give away), Billy came up and swatted him on the ass.  The guy pulled
out, and Billy took over pounding Jimmy's ass.  Now the wet sounds of the
fuck were even louder, as they fucked through the cum of the previous man.

Guys began lining up to take turns on Jimmy's ass, and it had all the look
of a gang-bang, but I knew that Jimmy would be enjoying every moment, every
stroke, and every exhibitionist moment.

Four or five guys must have used his ass before they let him up.  He smiled
and thanked them all.  He had shot his own load at least once on the floor
below the bench.  All the guys patted him on the back, and told him any
time he wanted to repeat the performance to let them know.

Thomas popped in at that point and said, "Maybe we could do a shoot called
'24 cocks in 24 hours'."

Jimmy laughed, as he used a towel to wipe up his ass, and said, "24, is
that all?"  Which brought a great round of laughter.

After that, it was guys getting dressed; and the assortment of underwear
and clothes, that Thomas had thoughtfully provided, was great fun to see.
There was everything from really baggy boxers, to really skimpy thong
underwear, with everything else in between; and a couple of guys went
commando.

Seeing all the bulges, and the various types of underwear, was very
photogenic, and wasn't lost on the photographers.  Teeth were brushed, hair
jelled, spiked and combed, deodorant applied, and finishing touches done so
that everyone finished just about the same time.

Thomas had the guys pose entering the gym, as if they were just coming in,
by ones and twos, with back slapping and laughter.

Once we were done, I looked at my phone, and couldn't believe how late it
was.

Hank laughed and said, "As they say, time flies when you are having fun!"
We piled in the cars and headed back to campus.  I think that many of the
guys had formed closer relationships as a result of the shoot.  I wondered
what Dale thought of it all.  I would have to meet up with him sometime
soon and ask him.

I found out later, that one of Drew's friends had been the guy to sneak in
the empty locker row and stole jocks to sniff.  I mean really stole them.
Not only for the photo shoot, but ended up taking them back to his dorm
room!

And that a friend of Will's had been the one to sneak of to the toilets to
jerk off in the locker room.  So Thomas had gotten all of the scenes that
he had described and more.  I couldn't wait to see the pictures from the
shoot.  I thought it would be great if he invited everyone over for a
slideshow.

But I laughed at the thought.  It was libel to turn into an orgy, if all
the guys got as turned on at the slide show as they had at the shoot!

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As always, thanks to my editor, but I am responsible for any errors or
inconsistencies.  And comments or suggestions are always welcome
harryrod575@yahoo.com

have fun

harry