Date: Sun, 4 Feb 2007 06:33:36 -0800 (PST)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kyle and Hank - Chapter 24

The bag was moderately heavy and I wondered what could be in it and where
it had come from.  Then I went back to worrying about what had happened
between him and Jim, and what he was going to say to Jared about the marks
on my body.  Once again, I was aware of confusion in my life, my new life
that had started not quite a week ago.

Was anything ever going to be "normal" again?

When we reached the cafeteria, Jim was sitting at table for four by
himself, but chatting on his cell phone.  He smiled, and motioned for me to
put the package down.  I did, and then we headed off to the food line.  As
usual, Hank picked out my food, and I liked that feeling of being taken
care of.  It told me that he still cared about me.  Why was I such a ninny
and always worrying?

Back at the table, I realized how hungry I was, and started to attack my
food.  As I reached up to stick a piece of cereal back into my mouth that
hadn't made it in, I caught Hank watching me and smiling.  "Take your time.
Chew each bite 20 times, and put your spoon down between bites, little
brother.  The package will still be there when you finish eating."  He had
his usual smile back on his face.  I loved that smile.

I took my time and ate slowly.  I ate my granola with blueberries and low
fat yogurt.  Then I had the turkey bacon and whole wheat English muffin.  I
liked the way Hank made the muffin with just a bit of butter and then put
the bacon on it.  Today, he had sprinkled a bit of cheese on it.  I guess
he knew I needed the extra protein!

By the time I finished, and Hank had put a cup of hot tea down for me,
everyone else was finished.  Jim took the trays away and then returned.

Hank put the bag in front of me and said, "Open it, little brother," with a
huge grin on his face.

I didn't know what to think.  I had no clue. I opened the bag and looked
in.  There was a second bag inside.  I lifted it out and saw that it
contained a box about 8 inches, lying on one side.

I opened the second bag, and nearly dropped it.  I looked at Hank, and
tears started rolling down my face.  It was my camera!  The one I had
longed for.  I had dreamed about this for a long time, and never thought it
could be mine.

He was smiling, and I saw that he could sense my emotions.  I could see it
in his eyes.  "How?"  I squeaked out.

Hank wiped his eyes and laughed.  "Well, I knew how much money you have
and, with the sales on the web, you had enough.  Jim talked to me about it,
and said he would get it and you could pay him back."  He smiled again,
watching my expressions.  "We went out and got it this morning.  We also
have another surprise for you."  He looked at Jim, who was grinning like an
idiot.

"We are going on a hike today, for you to try it out!"  He had a
mischievous grin on his face.  He looked at Hank and Jared and then back to
me.  "We being you, me, Hank, Jared, Todd, and Billy."

I didn't know what to think.  I was so overwhelmed with the camera that I
couldn't process what Jim was saying.  I just shook my head.

Hank locked his arm around my neck again and rubbed my head.  "Okay, you
get a couple of hours to study the instruction book and get a handle on how
to use it.  Then around 10 o'clock, we are going to head out for a hike."

I thanked Jim, and told him I would get the money together and get it to
him as soon as I could.  He told me to take my time.  I still had trouble
getting words out.  I was so thrilled.  I couldn't believe it!  I wanted to
run right upstairs to start pouring over the camera, but held myself in
check.

Hank was grinning away, Jim had his shit eating grin on, and Jared just
looked confused.  I don't think he understood what it meant to me and what
I had worked at to get the money for it.

Finally Hank said, "Okay, you can go to our room, little brother!"  I
practically jumped up from the table.  Hank laughed and followed me
upstairs.  I was racing up the stairs two at a time.

I sat the box down on my desk and stripped off my clothes.  It was so
natural for me to do this.  Hank saw this, and laughed as he stripped off
his clothes. And when I saw him naked, I stopped thinking about the camera.
Damn, he looked so good.  It was so amazing the way his hair made those
patterns on his chest and arms.

And he was my brother.  He had stuck up for me in front of Jared, and
confronted Jared when he had left marks on me.  And he had called me little
brother again.  I guess I didn't need to worry about him wanting Jim
instead.  But then I thought about him and Jim spending the night together
and going out this morning.  But they had bought the camera for ME!

He sat down in his desk chair and looked at me with that big smile on his
face.  And I melted.  I went over and sat on his lap facing him.  I
couldn't help it, he was driving me wild.  My dick, lying against his
stomach, expanded and swelled with the touch and warmth of him.  I looked
him in the eyes and tried to speak.

"Hank, I want to say something."  My mouth was dry, and I was having
trouble getting it out.  "Damn, this is difficult to say!"  I felt the
emotion in my throat and fought to talk around it.

"Hank, you mean a great deal to me.  Not just as a roommate and not just as
a brother."  Damn, was I saying this?  "You have taught me so much and mean
so much to me."  I swallowed again.  "I wanted to tell you that I really
like you and am very happy that I am with you."  And then before I could
lose it or he could say anything, I leaned in and planted a kiss on his
lips.

He responded with emphasis, and sent his tongue searching into my mouth.  I
opened mine for him, and sent my own out to explore his mouth.

Tears did slip down my face as I rubbed my hands over his shoulders and
down his back.  I wanted to touch him with every part of my body.

When we broke the kiss, I didn't want to stop.  I worked my way to his neck
and kissed him there.  He was rubbing his hands along my back and over my
ass.  I felt his cock rising up and growing along my crack.  It felt so
good.

I reached over and raised an arm, kissing my way into his armpit.  I wanted
to taste him everywhere.  He sighed and moaned as I slid down a bit and
moved to his other arm pit.

I moved down a bit more and went to one of his nipples, tracing my tongue
through the hair that encircled it.  As I played with it with my tongue, it
grew and stiffened.  I leaned in and teethed it a bit and he gasped.  I
thought I had hurt him, but I felt his cock stiffen against my butt.  He
caressed my ass and squeezed it as I moved to the other nipple and repeated
the process there.

He inhaled deeply through clenched teeth, then said "Yes!" as I did that.

I traced my way down his trail of hair to his navel, swirled my tongue
there, and then slid my body down more until I could take his cock head
into my mouth.  He moaned again as I swirled my tongue around it and pushed
my head down onto it.  I took more than I had ever taken before.

He then pulled me up by my arms, until I was sitting in his lap again with
his cock firmly seated along my crack.

It was his turn!  He planted a kiss on my lips then, and explored my mouth
again.  When he broke for air, he moved to my neck and then down to my
nipples.  I gasped as I felt the electricity shoot through me, and he
stimulated them with his tongue and teeth.  My cock was hard and twitching
against his stomach.

He came up and cupped my head in his hands, and I opened my dazed eyes and
saw him staring into my eyes.  "Little brother, Kyle, you mean a great deal
to me.  You have changed my life in many ways as well.  I have never felt
the way I do about you with anyone else.  You make me want to take care of
you.  You make me want to do things for you and with you, not just with
you."

He rubbed his hands along my back and over my ass again, and I moaned
again.  "I want to do things with you and to you and for you.  I want you
to know everything there is about me, and about sex and life and love and
everything which is natural, which is infinite which is yes."

I saw moisture in his eyes and he smiled. "I think that's an e.e. cummings
poem."  His eyes were full now, "Look at me, quoting poetry to my roommate.

`i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any--lifted from the no
of allnothing--human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)'

That poem reminds me of you, and being with you.  My eyes are open and my
ears are awake.  Yes, it speaks about God, too, but right now, it reminds
me of you and the way you make me feel."

I saw a tear roll down his face, and felt emotions well up in me as well.
I bent and kissed away the tear that had rolled down his face.

I didn't know about the other meaning of the poem about God and all, but he
had said it to me, and it sucked me in and ripped my heart open with it.  I
didn't want to be anyplace other than with him.

"Thank you, Hank, for being you and being here and being with me," I said,
and felt my own tears roll down my face.

I leaned closer to him and whispered in his ear, "I want you inside me."

He nodded his head, and I felt him reach around, and then heard the snap of
a cap.  In a moment, I felt his hands at my hole, inserting a lubed finger,
whirling it around.  I gasped, and hung onto him.

He must have rubbed some on his shaft as well, because it was a moment
before he took hold of my ass cheeks and raised me up over his cock.  He
moved me around to line up with his cock, and then let my weight push
myself down onto his cock.

I gasped, as I was filled, and breathed deeply, enjoying the sensations.
Soon, I was settled completely on his cock and looking in his face.  He was
smiling, and he whispered, "You feel so good!  And I like it!"

I sat that way for a moment longer.  Then he said, "It's your ride, go for
it."

I understood what he meant.  I was going to control the pace, intensity,
and depth. I raised myself up a bit, withdrawing from him a little, and
then sank back down on him.  Wow, what a feeling; I was in charge of this.

So then, similar to what I had done in Jared's ass, I began to do with
mine.  I did slow, deep strokes on his cock, keeping my ass tight around
his cock as I did so.  He moaned, and I looked into his eyes.  He smiled,
and then closed them, as I once again slid down his pole, squeezing
tightly.

I was running my hands through his hair and trying to keep my mouth in
contact with him as I tried to breathe, because riding his cock was driving
me wild!  I was getting all wound up again in the throws of sex, and was
losing control again!  I was bouncing madly on his cock, and trying to kiss
him, breathe, touch him every where, and in any way show him what he meant
to me.

He likewise was running his hands over my back and butt, seemingly trying
to touch me everywhere at once.  Occasionally, he would thrust up into me.
He began to moan as I continued to work on his cock.  I could tell by the
look on his face that he was heading towards the edge.  There was a
desperate rate to his breathing, as if he was having difficulty getting
air.  But I knew that expression; I had seen it before, and knew he was
fast approaching the edge.

I felt his cock swell in my ass, and clamped down tightly on it.  He
grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me onto his cock, and then pushed up.
Then he repeated it again with urgency, and then once more with a grunt, as
he pushed deep inside me and began to pulse in my ass.  I knew, without
feeling it, that he was shooting. His breathing was ragged as he panted
through his climax, legs trembling beneath me.

He pulled me against him then, and sucked the air out of my lungs with his
powerful kiss.  I clung to him as I felt his cock twitch once more in my
ass.  Our tongues fenced within our mouths.  I had my eyes closed
completely, wrapped up in the other sensations enveloping me.

Hours later, it seemed, he released his grip on me and my mouth, and
sighed.  I breathed deeply, and squeezed again around his cock in my ass.
My own cock was twitching against his stomach, as it was smashed between
the two of us.  I hadn't cum with him, but it didn't matter.  What mattered
was that he had.

I opened my eyes to look into his, still closed, and then to the rest of
his face, where his smile encompassed his whole countenance.  I kissed him
on the nose, and then on his right ear.  Damn, he tasted good.

He shuddered again, sighed deeply, and then opened his eyes. The whites
rolled down, and I saw his irises and his pupils trying to focus.  He
worked his eyes open wider, rolling his eyeballs around.  He smiled,
showing his pearly whites, looked at me and said, "I think you nearly
fucked my eyeballs out!"  He worked his eyes again, crossing and uncrossing
them.

I laughed, leaned in, and started to whisper, "I lov..." when he
interrupted.

"Shhhh.  Don't say it."  I felt hurt.  I wanted to say it to him.

He took me by the shoulders and pushed me back a bit.  "It is too easy to
say right now.  I know I feel the same way at this moment.  But I don't
want it to be something easily said and then regretted later.  I want to
say it to you when I know, beyond anything and everything, that I mean it
and will always mean it."  I saw emotions run over his face, and his eyes
fill up.

"You mean a lot to me and I don't want to see you harmed, and I want you
with me all the time.  I want to say that you mean more to me than anyone I
have ever been with, and please accept that as being as much as I can say
right now, and all I want to hear from you at this moment."  He paused, and
ran his hands down my sides and squeezed my ass.

I wanted to start bawling again.  "No, don't take me wrong.  I like you and
want you and desire you.  I can't imagine, for a moment, a life without you
now that I have met you and gotten to know you.  The "L" word is a big step
for me and, as I said, I will not say it lightly, nor do I want you to.  So
accept that I want to, and know that you want to, but not this second, not
today."

He looked at me again, reached up and wiped away the water in my eyes,
smiled, and leaned in to plant a chaste kiss on my cheek.  "You mean the
world to me now, and I am pretty sure that will always be the case, but I
don't want you to say something because you think you need to, or that I
want you to, or that you might regret later."

"But I want," he wouldn't let me finish.

He put his finger on my lips again.  "Shhh.  Not yet.  And don't say
anything else at the moment."  He thought for a moment and then said, "No,
I am sorry, that's wrong.  I have said you could always ask or say
anything."  He grinned again and added, "You know, I really get off on
controlling you and telling you what to do, but in the case of speaking and
asking questions, you have to be in charge.  So don't ever hold back on
questions or comments.  I AM sorry.  I should never tell you not to ask
questions or not to speak."  He wiped my eyes once again.

I thought before I spoke.  I digested what he had said.  I began to
understand it.  I would have said `I love you' easily and readily, but he
was probably right.  It would have been the heat of the moment, and might
not have meant what I really wanted it to mean.

I looked up at his face after thinking about it, and just said, "Thank you,
Hank," and leaned in to hug him again.  He wrapped his arms around me and
squeezed me tightly.

We stayed like that for a few moments, and then the patted my ass and said,
"Get up, I have to pee!" and he chuckled.

I leaned back, looked at him, and then whispered, "Can you go inside me?"

He looked at me strangely, and then asked, "Yes, I can, but why?"

I had come too far to be reticent now.  "Jared wanted to do it to me, and I
wouldn't let him, but I wondered what it would feel like."  I looked at him
and added, "Is that bad?"

"Bad that Jared wanted to do it to you, or bad that you want me to do it to
you?"  Of course, he wasn't going to let me off the hook easily.

"Bad that I want you to," I said, in a quiet voice.

He smiled, "Little brother, I have told you that nothing you could ask
would be bad.  If you want to try it, then let's do it.  I have said I want
you to experience everything, try everything, and understand about
everything, whether you try it or not.  I don't want you ever to not know
about something sexual and, either how it feels, or what it is, or what it
might feel like."  He rubbed his hands along my sides again.

"Have you ever had an enema?" he asked.

I shook my head.

"Okay, then, just sit still."

I did, and soon I felt warmth flood up into me.  I looked into his face as
he did this, and he changed from concentrating to smiling, as he watched my
expression change.  I couldn't believe the amount that flooded into me.  I
clinched tightly around his cock.

Finally, I heard him sigh, and then he said, "Okay, slide off, but keep
yourself closed tightly."  I rose up and he slid out.  I stood, and my legs
wobbled a bit from the position and the sex and all.  He steadied me, and
then stood himself.

He reached down and took hold of my cock, which had never softened,
squeezed it, and then said, "You didn't cum!"  He looked at me again,
smiled, and said, "You haven't cum in what, an hour?  Are you okay with
that?  I mean I know you have to come at least once an hour to keep your
mental condition stable!"

I smiled, and then knew I needed to head to the toilet.  He must have seen
the change in my face, because he chuckled and, using my cock as a handle,
pulled me into the toilet.

He had me sit.  I had hoped he would leave, but he didn't.  He sat there
through it all and I, once again, felt the humiliation and shame of going
in front of him.  When I was finished, wiped and flushed, he laughed and
clapped me on the shoulder.

"One day you are going to learn that there is nothing wrong with taking a
dump, and the fact that someone else is around is not important.  It is
just a natural thing, that everyone does, and nothing to be embarrassed or
ashamed of."  He put his hand on the opposite shoulder and pulled me in
close to him, just like a brother would do.

"Now, let's go out and figure out how to use this new camera of yours!"

I washed my hands, and followed him out into our room.  I still liked the
sound of that.  I unpacked the camera, got out the instructions, and went
through them, explaining the functions to Hank.  He was duly impressed.  It
was a digital single lens reflex camera, capable of a great range of
functions and exposures.  I talked about all the advantages of it, until I
looked over and saw the expression on his face.  "What?" I asked.

He chuckled, "Other than sex, I have not seen you so enamored with anything
else.  You seem to know a lot about this camera, even before you opened it
up.  Obviously, it has been a secret desire of yours for a long time.  I am
glad I could help with the process."

I reached over and hugged him again.  I hadn't thanked him enough!

"No," he said, reading my mind again, damn it! "I am not looking for
thanks."  He smiled when he saw the look on my face, "And no, I can't read
your mind.  I am just beginning to know you a little better."  He grinned
wider and then said, "No, what I meant was that I was so glad you got it,
and that you wanted it, and that it is something you really wanted, and
something that keeps your mind off of sex -- at least for a minute or two!"
He laughed, and rubbed the top of my head!

"Well, I could always take pictures of you jerking off!"  I thought for a
moment, "or with a tripod I could get shots of me sucking you or you
fucking me!"

He laughed out loud and said, "Hell, who needs a tripod, we could just get
Jim to take them for us."  He smiled and added, "And maybe it is you
fucking me!"  He rubbed my head again and asked, "What is with you fucking
Jared, anyway?  How did that come about?"

I grinned, blushed, and tried not to look him in the eyes.  "What?" he
asked.

"I thought it was a dream and," I hesitated, "I thought it was you."  I
blushed again, and he really belly laughed then.

"You thought it was me?"  He slapped his knee.  "That's funny!"  He wiped a
tear away from his eye and then added, "So tell me what happened, and what
did Jared do?"

So I told him the story.  I had to retrace myself a couple of times as I
remembered various parts.  He listened intently as I related everything
that had happened.  He had me continue on until he had heard the story of
Jared taking me in the bathroom, the smack on the ass, the bite on the
shoulder, and the attempt to piss in my ass.

"My little brother, what a wild one you are!"  He rubbed my head again.

He looked at his clock, "Oh, shit!  We need to get a hussle on.  It is just
about 10:00."

He jumped up and grabbed a day pack and threw some stuff in it.  He had me
add my camera -- MY camera! -- and a couple of bottles of water.  Then we
dressed.  I was going to put on some underwear, but he told me not to.  He
did make sure that I put on good sturdy shoes.  He threw me a baseball cap,
put on one himself, and we headed downstairs.

Downstairs, Jim was waiting.  Jared was on his way down.

Hank nodded and told the guys to pick up some water, granola bars, oranges,
etc.  Eric had a day pack as well, so all the supplies were divided up.
Jared showed up smiling.  And just as he was sitting down, Eric pops in.

I was very surprised to see him.  Jim said, "This is Eric, Todd's roommate.
Todd and Billy couldn't make it; something came up.  But Eric heard about
the hike and asked if he could tag along." Jim looked from Hank to Jared
and me and asked, "Is it okay?"

Hank said it was.  Eric said, "Yeah, I have met Kyle before, in my photo
class."

I was still struggling with the fact that Eric was there.  He knew about
me.  Was he going to say something?  And I remembered he had seen me last
night with cum spots on my pants.  What did he think of me?  Was he still
eager to get to know me?  Was he going to come on to me again, with the
other guys around?  What would he think of Hank and me?.

"Okay, purpose of hike," everyone looked at each other and then back to
Hank.  I guess they were wondering what they had gotten themselves in for.
"is to get out and explore the area around us and to allow Kyle to try out
his new camera.  He has a couple of assignments for his photo class, and we
are going to help him."  He looked at me before continuing.

"I know he has some ideas for shots, but I also have some ideas for some
shots that I want to see him take."  He looked around at each guy.  "Are
you all okay taking my directions?"  They all nodded, although Eric looked
at me before he did.  "And of course, Kyle's, as he points out what he
needs."  They nodded again.

"Jared, you can be navigator," and he handed over a map to Jared.  "There
is a pull out at the end of this dirt road where we will park.  I expect
that we will be out a couple of hours.  There is a diner on the way out
where we will stop for some lunch, after we have worked up an appetite!"
He smiled.

I loved hearing him in charge. I wondered what Eric thought of him.  I
wondered what he was going to say.  And then I remembered Hank's stories of
what I had done at the poker game, and wondered what he thought about me.
Shit!  I was once again wrapped up in wondering what people thought of me.
The only one I seemed to be certain of was Hank.  And I liked what I
thought he thought about me.  How was that for convoluted logic?

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