Date: Sat, 2 Dec 2006 02:26:06 -0800 (PST)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kyle and Hank - Chapter 12

I finished up, put my cock back and zipped up.  Hank handed me money.  As I
put it in my wallet, I reran the day in my mind, and mentally shook my head
as I marveled at how much I had done in one day, and all the things that I
had done with my roommate, my older brother, my new best friend!

We headed over to a study table and Hank got out his books and laptop.  He
acted as if nothing had happened over the last several hours.  How could he
do that?  I was so wound up and all I could seem to think about was sex!

I watched him getting organized and then said, "Hank, how can you
concentrate?"

"What do you mean," he looked at me and smiled.

"I mean, I am so keyed up from that photo shoot."  I struggled to make a
coherent statement without saying what I really wanted to say.

"You mean the sex? He smiled again, that disarming smile of his.  "I keep
forgetting that you are virgin to this whole sex thing so that it probably
affects you more and gets your juices flowing!

"Well, I, yes, I mean the sex.  Aren't you all turned on and wound up?"

"I guess I am turned on and I think about all the shots he took.  It always
turns me on to be on display and the fact that he took pictures of me, of
us, in all those positions.  Well, yes, I am turned on, but I am not
running around with a hard on, ready to jerk off at a moments notice."

I thought about that for a bit and wondered if I would get to the point
where I wasn't constantly turned on and thinking about sex.  I thought of
another idea, "Hank, I bet you fifty bucks you can walk to the end of that
row of books naked."  The very thought of him naked in the library got me
turned on.  "And you have to do it hard."  I turned to look at him, smiling
to see the look on his face.

He took longer to think about it than I had expected.  "You are on."  He
didn't look quite as assured as he usually did.  He reached down and
unzipped his shorts, hauling out his cock.  It was already beginning to
fill up.  "Want to help me out here?" he asked looking at me in the face
and then down to his cock.

I mentally licked my lips, looked around and then reached over and took his
cock in my hand.  He sighed and laid back a bit in his chair.  It didn't
take much to get him hard and pointing at the ceiling.

He took a look around, then pushed his chair back, stood up and then with a
deep breath, pulled his t-shirt off.  He dropped the shirt on the table.
Then he pushed his shorts to the floor and stepped out of them.  He took
one more look around and then headed down the aisle.  Damn, he looked so
hot!  I watched his ass as it flexed as he walked.  He was so gorgeous.  I
loved the way the hair created patterns on his legs, ass and arms.  The
aisle was about 100 feet long with about 4 intersecting aisles.

He was one section away from making it to the end of the aisle when a man
came across the opening.  Hank walked on a couple more steps and then he
did an about face and headed back towards me.  He had a panicked look on
his face as he speed walked back to our table.  He grabbed his shorts and
pulled them on quickly.  After he zipped them up he grabbed his shirt and
pulled it on.  Then he quickly sat down and opened a book.

"You didn't make it all the way," I said, smiling.

"After I saw the look on his face, I was sure she was going to report me,"
he whispered to me as he opened his wallet and pulled out the money and
handed it to me.  I couldn't believe I was winning a bet against Hank!
Awesome.

The guy came back to the aisle with someone from the library.  He looked at
us and then walked towards us.  Hank continued to study his laptop and the
book.  The guy came up to our table, Hank looked up and I did as well.  But
the guy turned to the man and said, "No, I don't recognize them.  I mean he
was naked and I just saw his," he blushed.

And the man said, "I am not going to ask these young men to strip, just so
can check out their Johnson's, Sir!"

The man turned and walked away.  The librarian just shrugged his shoulders,
said, "Sorry for the interruption" and turned and followed the man.

I looked over and Hank's upper lip had a sheen of sweat on it.  He had been
scared shitless!

He saw me looking at him, smiled and said, "I bet you $100 bucks you can't
do it, to the end of the aisle, naked and hard!'  He smiled.

I shook my head, but I kept picturing Hank naked and hard walking towards
me down the aisle.  Shit, I wanted him so bad.

I opened my pack and got out some books and a notebook.  I tried to focus
on what I was doing, but the images of Hank naked tonight and the feel of
his body next to mine was driving me crazy.  I didn't know if I could wait
until tomorrow night to get my education on blow jobs.  I wanted to do it
right here!  And be damned, if the librarian came by again.

I looked over at Hank again and saw that he seemed to be concentrating and
focused on his work.  "Hank, I still don't get it.  I can't seem to think
of anything else but sex.  I know I need to concentrate on this stuff," I
pointed to the stack of books and notebooks in front of me, "but I am so
turned on that if I did take you up on your dare, I would probably shoot
just walking to the end of the aisle and back."

He chuckled and then said in the same low whisper that I was using, "Little
brother, you have to get it under control.  What are you going to do the
first time you are alone with a girl?  Are you going to shoot before you
even get it inside of her?  She is just going to take hold of your willy
and guide it in and you are going to shoot?"  He was smiling at me, but not
in a mean way.

I blushed.  I hadn't thought about having sex with a girl and the image of
it only got me going because of being naked in front of another person.  I
didn't know how to respond to his question, so I decided to ask one, "How
do I gain control?  What did you do so you don't just go off the first time
you were getting ready for sex?"

He smiled and said, "Well, the oldest trick is to jack off before getting
together.  You know kind of take the pressure off.  But just like you did
during the photo session," he smiled and then continued, "the one this
afternoon, not tonight's -- think of something else until you aren't going
hard the moment you strip or stand naked in front of a group of people," he
smiled again, "or someone touches your dick."

I was hard again, just thinking about sex with Hank.  He kept saying girl
and I kept picturing Hank.  And I wasn't picturing fucking Hank, but having
Hank's cock buried in my ass or in my mouth.  He went back to his work when
I didn't respond.  I thought of Aunt Edna, Then I pictured Hank fucking her
and nearly died laughing and that helped my situation a bit.

I opened my books to the correct chapter and began reading.  It took a
couple of passes before I understood what I was reading and a couple more
to grasp what was being said.  It was talking about bodies in motion and
that made me think of Hank's body in motion, which didn't help at all.  I
pictured him again as I had seen him in the photo session, how the muscles
were so well defined in his body, those little patterns of muscles bellow
his armpits and how the muscles in his thighs stood out.  I mean nothing
like a weight-lifter's, but like a quarterback's, a well toned athlete.
And then the stark contrast with my now hairless body to his pale skin, but
black hair.  It was amazing how our cocks were the same size.  And the
contrast of eye color, his bright blue and mine a dark hazel.  My short
light brown hair and his black wavy hair.  His cream white skin and dark
hair and my freckles and a bit of a tan line from my board shorts.

Damn!  I closed that book and opened another, trying to focus again.  I
thought of poor Aunt Edna and trying to fuck her and got revolted quite
quickly.  I opened my math book and tried to figure out the problems I had
been assigned.  This took more focus and I actually got through the set
without getting distracted.  Next time, I would have to bring my laptop as
well, so that I could work on my papers.

I opened the next notebook in my stack and it was photography, which got me
thinking about modeling and that I was going to have to be naked in front
of a bunch of people without Hank.  Could I do it?  And, oh yeah, the
instructor said I had to jerk off before I posed the next time, so I
wouldn't leak.  That made me blush.  He had had to hand me a tissue to
clean myself up, right there in front of all those people!  Shit!

Aunt Edna you were getting another workout tonight!

I got it together and managed to get some homework done.  I was actually
surprised when Hank said it was time to go, I had become immersed in the
work and had finally gotten my mind away from sex!

Once in the dorms, we climbed the stairs to our floor and at the door, I
thought sure he was going to bet me again, but he didn't.  He just went
through the door and down the hall to our room.  Once inside, he put his
laptop onto his desk and hooked it up to the power, printer and the
speakers.  He then but his pack down and looked at me, "Ready for a shower
?"  I nodded, so he stripped and got his robe, shaving kit and towel.  "How
about $100 bucks you can't walk naked and hard down to the showers?"

Merely the thought of that made my cock twitch and $100.  I was actually
debating it, then I realized, you idiot!  We are talking about the dorm
here, much greater potential of being seen.  I had gotten undressed as I
thought about it and Hank smiled to see the reaction it had had on me.  I
blushed and shook my head.  He chuckled and reached over and rubbed my
head.

I put on my robe, grabbed my shaving kit and towel and we headed down to
the showers.  We hung up our robes and I was going down and wasn't so
conspicuous as I hung up my towel and got out my soap and shampoo.  In the
shower, there were two other guys at opposite ends of the shower.  Hank and
I took two nozzles near the center of the bank of shower heads.

I started washing up and surreptiously checking out the other two guys.
The one on my end of the showers was about 5' 6" with kind of a face that I
always associate with Midwest guys, a ruddy complexion.  He had only a
small patch of hair in the center of his chest.  He had just a bit of a
belly.  His ass was tight, though and as he turned around I caught sight of
his dick.  It was short, circumcised and nestled in a tight bush of kinky
brown hair.  I knew that many guy's cock looked like this when they were
soft and that they filled out when hard, or so I had seen on the numerous
web sites I had visited.

As I washed my hair, I checked out the other guy.  He had a darker
complexion and stood about 5 feet 9 inches.  He was a bit stockier than the
other one and a bit of a tire around his waist.  I thought that Hank could
get him into shape in he followed our training regime!  His hair was black
and he had a patch at the top of his crack that was very distinctive, kind
of a butterfly pattern.  When he turned, I tried to catch a glimpse of his
cock, but soap almost got into my eyes, so I had to duck under the spray.

When I came back out, the guy was turning off his water and walking towards
me.  I checked out his equipment.  He was not circumcised and his cock hung
down about 2 or 3 inches over a tight ball package that was covered in
black hair.  He had a tattoo on his left upper arm, some kind of tribal
design.  I had often wondered about tattoos.  I would have to ask Hank
about his thoughts on the matter.

I finished up with my shower and realized that I had managed to stay soft
during all of my inspections.  Maybe Hank's control methods were wearing
off on me.  Of maybe it was a survival thing. Don't spring a boner in a
men's shower or you will be beaten to death!

I turned off the water and headed over to get my towel.  The first guy I
had scoped out was there drying himself as well.  I tried not to be obvious
in my observations of his body, this time at a closer range.  I don't know
if he caught me or not, but he held the towel in front of himself and said,
"Hi, I am Jim,"

He had extended his hand, so I took it, shook it and said, "Kyle.  Good to
meet you."  I told him my room number as well and he gave me mine.  We were
only a couple of rooms apart.

He went back to drying his hair and said, "Yeah, I figure we are all
strangers here, so we should get to know as many people as possible."

"Yeah," I said, not knowing what else to say as I dried myself.

"I am from Cloverdale.  Where are you from?"  He asked as he used the towel
on his ass.

"Riverdale," drying my back.

"Hey, I don't mean to be nosey, it isn't like you can hide it here, but why
are you shaved.  I mean I assume that it's shaved, or do you have some
disease like that guy that movie.  You know the guy that got hit by
lightening when he was in his mother's womb?"  Boy, this guy could talk!

"It was an initiation thing," Hank said, joining us in the drying area.

"Jim," he said, extending his hand to Hank.

"Hank, Kyle's roommate."

"Wow, you actually get along with your roommate.  Mine is some slob, who I
don't think has showered yet and keeps his side of the room that looks like
the set of Jackass, the movie."  I didn't know what that was supposed to
mean.  "I mean, my Dad was a Marine, so he taught me to keep things all
spick and span.  You know a place for everything and everything in its
place."

"I know what you mean," Hank said as he dried his crotch, "I had to get
Kyle squared away as well.  But he is doing pretty well now."  He looked at
me and smiled, "I just have to teach him to wipe better, so he won't get
those hash marks in his boxers."  He snapped his towel at me to indicate he
was just joking.

I blushed just a bit and Jim laughed.

"Wish I had a roommate that I could joke with!"  he wrapped his towel
around his waist, grabbed his shaving kit and went over to sinks.  I put on
my robe and got my stuff and headed over to the sinks as well.  Hank wasn't
far behind me.  Of course, he didn't bother to tie his robe shut.

Jim chatted on about his classes while he shaved and more about his
roommate, whom he detested, it was obvious.  He finished up his shaving,
brushed his teeth and told us good night and headed out of the shower room.

I finished brushing my teeth, trying to clear my mind of the images as I
rinsed the toothbrush and put it away.  I gathered up my stuff, wiped my
mouth with the back of my hand and followed Hank out and back to our room.
Our room, I just love the sound of that!

We put our stuff on the dresser, hung up our towels and robes.  I stretched
and yawn and realized I was bushed.  Hank laughed and said, "Let's get a
couple of photos for the underwear web site and then we can hit the bed,
little brother.  Long day ahead of us tomorrow," did he mean my continued
education?  "Thursday, so no running, but sit ups, weights, another
modeling session, poker practice, studying and anything else?"

I looked up at him.  He was smiling.  "What, did I forget something?"

I still had difficulty putting it into words, so I only nodded.

"What did I forget?"  He looked at me quizzically.

"You were going to, ah, continue my, ah, education."  I bowed my head and
fought the blush I felt rising.

He chuckled and reached over and rubbed my head, "I know, little brother, I
didn't forget; just checking to make sure you hadn't."

I looked up and saw the smile on his face and that made my heart swell.
The he tossed me a pair of white briefs and told me to put them on.  He
told me to get hard and that didn't take much work!  He was shooting
pictures of my hard on stretching the briefs.  He began taking a series of
pictures and I just kind of went with it trying to be the guy I would
picture buying these briefs from.  I would want someone exposing
themselves, so I started letting the head of my cock poke over the
waistband.  And then more and more.

Then I removed them completely and wrapped them around my dick and used
them to stroke with.  This was getting me very turned on.  I began to ooze
precum and Hank laughed and said, "Yeah, baby, go for it!"

I was really getting into this when there was a knock on the door.  Hank
walked to the door and opened it a bit and I heard, "Hey, just thought I
would check out and see if you guys were up for a movie this weekend?"  It
was Jim.  I thought, please don't let him in.

But Hank swung the door wide and said, "Come in, and we can talk about it,"
and before Jim got into the room, Hank added, "We were just doing a photo
shoot."  Jim walked in and took one look at me and his mouth dropped open.
He looked at Hank, who of course was naked.  Then he looked back at me.  I
was crimson.

Hank laughed, "It is not what you are probably thinking."  He laughed a bit
more, "Really it is funny.

"Kyle is selling his underwear on line and getting good money for it, but
you have to have pictures to go with it and these guys pay big bucks for
some college stud's dirty underwear, especially if they have been worn and
used and abused."  He looked at Jim, who was still opened mouth.  "You
know, jerked off in."

He looked at Jim again and said, "You do jerk off, don't you?"

"Er, ah, yes."  He looked from Hank to me and back.  I had softened a bit,
but was stiffening right back up being on display for this guy.  "Just not
with my roommate!"

He smiled and said, "Not that I didn't jerk off with my friends in high
school."  Was I the only guy that had never done that?

Hank laughed as if reading my thoughts.  "It seems that you and I have
something in common that Kyle doesn't share.  He never had that as part of
his high school experience."  Hank was studying Jim and watching for his
reactions, it seemed.

"Hot damn, jerking off with your college roommate, that has to be so cool.
No inhibitions, no sneaking around trying to pretend you never jerk off and
yet trying to find a place or time to do it so your roommate doesn't think
you are a pervert of something.  And pretending not to hear him jerking off
at night in his bed.  I mean, hell, the beds are only 4 feet apart.  It
isn't like I am deaf or something!"

He looked at me and then back at Hank.  "Can I watch?  I mean, do you have
porn or anything or do you guys just sit around and beat off or what?" he
wasn't obnoxious or anything, he just seemed to be invading our space.  He
really seemed like a nice guy, but I didn't want him horning in on
something between Hank and I.

"Well, right now, it is just Kyle that is beating his meat for the camera.
So if you want to stay it is fine with me."  He didn't ask me if it was
fine with me.  This was like the clerk in the store.  Hank was using him to
turn me on.  There was a humiliation factor and an exhibitionist factor
involved and I understood how both had an effect on me.  Jim came over and
sat on Hank's bed while I was on mine.  Hank brought the camera up and
said, "Okay, let's get the money shots here!"

I had been on edge and close before Jim arrived and it didn't take me long
to get lost in that fog again.  Hank was egging me on and Jim seemed to
silently taking everything in.  I was getting off on being on display
again.  The photo sessions and the thing with Hank in the library and now
this, it was really turning me on.  I knew it wasn't going to be long.

I closed my eyes and the edge approached; that place where I knew there was
no turning back.  I started to groan through clenched teeth as I felt the
inevitable rush of feelings.  "Shit!" and I was shooting loads into the
white briefs, using the briefs to stroke my cock and catch the warm fluids
at the same time.

As I came down from that high, I fought to regain my breath and my
composure and reality clicked in as well as I realized I had just jerked
off in front of a guy I had only met for about 5 minutes.  I fought the
shakes that threatened to overwhelm me.  I was getting better at this!  I
took a deep breath and tried to get my eyelids unstuck from squeezing them
so tightly closed when I came.

I fluttered them a bit and looked over and saw Jim gripping the front of
his shorts.  The scene had obviously had an effect on him.  He saw me
looking smiled and said, "That was one hot photo shoot!"

"That was nothing, you should have seen the one this evening in the art
department," Hank said and I shot him a look.  Let's not tell all our
secrets, I thought.  I guess he got it because he just laughed and moved
over to his laptop with the camera.

"Is it okay, would you mind if I, ah, took care of my situation?" Jim
asked, looking from Hank to me and back.

Hank chuckled, "Jim, you can see we are both naked.  That is the way we
stay in our room.  You are welcome to join us and if you have something you
need to take care of that is fine with us as well.  Please think of us as
your friends and this, your home away from home."

Jim smiled and unabashedly pulled off his t-shirt and then pushed his
shorts down while he sat on the bed.  His dick was now standing at full
flag and had to be at least 6 inches long, but a bit thicker than mine.
His brown fuzzy hair surrounded it and his nuts.

"I have one thing I was curious about," he hesitated, and then added,
"Kyle, what does it feel like to be shaved like that?"

Hank smiled and said, "Jim, why don't you see what it feels like."  Jim
looked at him quizzically.  "I am mean go over and feel it.  I didn't mean
I was going to shave you right here, right now."

Hank was inviting Jim to feel my crotch!  And was he offering to shave Jim.
No, that was something he just did to me, his little brother!

Jim walked over, dick in one hand and reached out with the other and rubbed
his hand over my hairless crotch and cupped my balls.  "Wow! That must be
awesome!"  He rubbed over my naked pubic area and then across my dick and
supped my balls once again.  It was having an affect on me!  "Wow, I don't
know if I could do that!"

I managed to say, "Sure does make everything sensitive," as I fought the
feeling of the heat that threatened to rise up my face.

He moved back to his bed and went back to stroking.  "You make me think of
being naked and having someone taking my picture.  That would be so wild
and so damn hot."  He began pumping faster.  Hank walked over in front of
him and started snapping pictures of him.

"Oh, fuck!" Jim said as his cock swelled and his hand began to move faster.
He spread his legs and brought his other hand down to play with his
tightening alls.  He was pumping furiously on his cock and his eyes rolled
up and he began to moan and tremble.

Then he began to shoot!  The first blast landed on his chin and then the
second and third landed on his neck and chest.  The remainder went across
his crotch and pooled at the base of his cock.  That was a lot of spunk!

Hank said, as Jim's breathing began to slow down a bit, "You been storing
that up, or you always cum so much?"

Jim opened his eyes and smiled sheepishly, "I haven't been able to jerk off
but once this week, what with my roommate around." He was holding his
dripping hand up and looking around.

Hank walked over and took my briefs and said, "Here use these.  The more
cum on them the better!"

I looked at Hank and saw that he had swollen up a bit, not quite hard, but
definitely not soft.  Jim noticed it too and said, "You going to take care
of that or have you already?" as he wiped up the cum with the briefs.  He
had smelled them first before he began to wipe up his own.  Made me wonder
if he was into guys.  Was he gay?

"I am okay, thanks.  I don't need to jerk off 3 or 4 times a day, like my
roommate.  He is one horny dude."

I blushed and Hank chuckled.  Jim's mouth went open again and then said,
"You get to jerk off 3 or 4 times a day!  Shit, you have it so easy!"  He
handed Hank the briefs and then added, "Man, I wish I had roommates like
the two of you!"  he unselfconsciously pulled on his shorts and t-shirt.

"You don't have to do that on our account," Hank said, standing there naked
and exposed.

"Really?  You guys really just go around naked all the time in your room?"

"Yes," Hank said and then added, "It is the way I am used to and Kyle just
went right along with it as well.  I think he is a natural exhibitionist."
He smiled when he saw the look on my face.

"You really sell your underwear and stuff on line?"  Jim said, walking over
to where Hank was downloading the pictures.

"Yeah, let me show you," he brought up the site and began moving through
the offerings.

"No shit!" he exclaimed, "Look at the prices on those things."  He had
taken the mouse and was going through the various items.

"Hey, how about getting Kyle to pose like this?"  He said indicating this
guy who was selling his jock and one of the shots showed him down on the
floor on all fours with his spread ass to the camera.  His hole was very
open and exposed.  It made my cock twitch and I was a bit embarrassed to be
discussed this way.

"Yeah, and see this guy," Hank said as he took the mouse and maneuvered it
to another site, "he is jerking of on his socks!"

Jim was really getting into this now; he sat down at Hank's desk and his
hard on was obvious as he took the mouse again and started clicking.  "And
this guy is sitting outside jerking off into his cross-trainers!  We should
have Kyle do that!"

"Or look at this guy.  Look at that!  He has a pair of shorts over his face
and his friends are jerking off on the shorts!"  He looked up at Hank, "We
could do that?  Right?  Put a pair of the briefs over Kyle's face and jerk
off on them.  Right?" he seemed to be getting very eager.

Hank chuckled and looked from me to Jim and smiled, "Maybe another night.
I think Kyle has had enough excitement for the night."  Then he looked at
Jim, "And you look like you are ready to go again!"  He patted Jim on the
shoulder and chuckled.

Jim looked up at Hank and back at his own crotch and chuckled and then
looked at me.  I was growing as well.  "Just that these guys are on
display, I mean being exhibitionists.  It just gets me going to think of
exposing myself to strangers and letting them see me naked, hard and
jerking off and cumming!  Oh Shit!  It just gets me all turned on!"  He
looked chagrinned then looked around the room again and saw the clock.

"Yeah, it is late and I have an early class in the morning and all."  I
didn't know if he was suddenly embarrassed or what.  I was afraid that Hank
was going to invite him to run with us or something.  But Hank didn't.

"You guys ever go to the movies?  I love to go to the movies.  Maybe we
could go out one night and catch the latest flick?"  He seemed like a nice
guy.  It seemed he was eager to meet people and get some friends at
college.  I didn't know about how he and Hank were planning how I should
have photos taken and the `We should have him,' talk concerned me as well.

Hank answered, "What kinds of movies do you like?"  Hank seemed to be
sincere in his questions.  He never seemed to be as duplicitous as the guys
I had known in high school.  The kind that ask you a question, expecting
that you are going to say something stupid and then they would laugh at
you.

Jim said, "Any kind -- comedy, dark movies, horror movies, sci fi,
independent, epic tales and light ones, just to get you to smile."  He
looked around the room and then back to Hank and I and said, "How about you
guys?"

We both started to answer at the same time, so I stopped and let Hank talk.
He said, "Action movies, sci fi and comedies and occasionally a romantic
comedy."

"Ah, yes, the chick flick.  I know what you mean; sometimes you just have
to watch one.  That way you get well rounded viewing."

I answered, "Sci Fi, movies with a message, emotional movies -- whether it
be comedy, tragedy, or a social statement.  I always get so wound up in the
stories.  And ones that have amazing graphics or cinematography."  I said.
That made me think of the photo shoots with Hank and what we had done
there.  Wow!

 "So what do you think?" Jim was saying.

"About what?" I said.  I had missed the last part, while thinking about
Hank.

"He wants to know if we want to hit the movies this Saturday afternoon,"
Hank said, smiling at me.

"Sure, whatever you think," I said, looking at Hank trying to figure out
what he was thinking.

He smiled and looked at Jim, "Sounds like a deal.  Let's plan on meeting
around noon in the dining hall and we can leave from there."

Jim was fairly beaming as he nodded his head and said, "That's great guys.
I am looking forward to it."  He looked at both of us again and said,
"Thanks, guys, really.  You are awesome guys and I really appreciate this,"
he motioned with his hand to the bed and me and Hank.  "This is going to
make college a bit more bearable having some guys I can chill with.  I was
so not clicking with my roommate."  He picked up his clothes and pulled
them on as he talked, not seeming to be concerned that he was sporting a
hard on in front of us.

He went to the door, turned and looked from one to the other of us and
said, "See you guys tomorrow, hopefully!"  He opened the door, took one
more look, smiled and left, closing the door behind him.

"Seems like a nice guy.  Sounds like he is dying to make some friends.  I'd
invite him to the poker game, but I think we have enough right now."  Hank
finished loading the pictures onto his laptop while I once again
contemplated what a great guy Hank was.  He was always so genuine.  But
then I thought about how he had put me on display again.  Did that bother
me?

But then I thought that I didn't want to lose Hank to Jim or have Jim
become a permanent part of us.  I couldn't imagine daring Hank to walk
naked with a hard on with Jim around.  But then I wondered what would Jim
think if we dared him?  How big would his dick get, if he had to walk naked
and hard through the library?  Or how about this thought, sitting in the
theatre with his pants around his ankles and his cock hard?

"Were you okay with that?" Hank asked breaking into my revere.  "You know,
with Jim being here while I took pictures of you and seeing you jerk off
and then having him jerk off and all?  That's what it was like with the
guys I hung around with in high school.  You just did it and no one made a
big deal about it and you got off when you wanted to and sometimes you did
a show for the guys.  And me," did I detect a blush?  "I kind of liked
being the center of attention and showing off.  So how did you feel about
it?"

"Hank, it is so strange. I couldn't imagine ever doing that before this
week, but I feel like it is really something I missed in my high school
years.  A group of guys to just hang around with and be able to do that
with.  All the guys in my high school seemed out to make me look like an
ass or to make fun of me or to put me down.  I think if I ever did that
with any of the guys there that they would suddenly open a door or a
curtain and half the student body would be there watching me.  And that was
always a fear of being embarrassed, or being exposed, or being made fun
of."  Wow, I had said all that!

"Well, you don't have to worry about that with me, little brother.  I kind
of sensed that need to be put on display and a bit of an exhibitionist in
you.  So I am trying to work on that in small doses.  But your cock
certainly seems to like it!"  He walked over and rubbed my head.  I liked
when he did that.  "And the viewing of the items at the auction?  You okay
with that?"

"Yeah, it felt strange having you guys talk about me like I was a piece of
meat or something that you could just control," I swallowed, "But you never
seem to do it meanly, or vindictive or nasty."  And I lowered my voice a
bit, "And I get so turned on by it!"

He walked over and patted me on the shoulder and said, "I know!  Sir
Everhard!"  he chuckled and turned off the desk lamps.

"Okay are we sleeping in your bed or mine tonight?"  He looked at me, "That
is if you still don't mind sharing a bed?"

"No, I don't mind.  And if it is okay, can we sleep in yours tonight?"  I
said, hoping we could.  I wanted to be surrounded by Hank's stuff; be in
the bed that he had slept naked in, with sheets that had covered his cock
and oh, shit!  Aunt Edna, I need you again!

He laughed and said, "Sure.  You want front or back?"  He was letting me
chose, rather than giving directions.

I thought for a moment and then said, "Back."  I wanted to bury my nose in
his hair and smell him all night.

He pulled back the covers and crawled in.  I moved up behind him and
snuggled up close to him.  Man, this was nice!  He switched off the lights
and I laid there taking in his fresh clean smell with an underlying scent
that was Hank.  I loved the warmth of his body against mine.  Mmmmm, this
was so nice.  I wished this could be the way it always would be.  Could I
really dream of that?  What would Hank say if he ever found out I was gay?
How would things change?  I drifted off to sleep thinking of being next to
Hank like this for a long time.  It was a nice thought and led to some
great dreams.


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