Date: Wed, 23 May 2007 19:30:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kyle and Hank - Chapter 35

Dear Readers -- I didn't imagine this would go on for 35 chapters, but the
response is wonderful -- thank you.  I was reminded by a fan, that except
in the very first chapters I haven't explained that Kyle and Hank live in a
place where HIV does not exist and so protection is not necessary.  In the
real world where we live it is, so be safe and have fun.  Harry


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I couldn't believe how easily Hank encouraged me to experiment with other
guys.  I felt a bit more certain that he wasn't trying to pawn me off, and
still cared about me.  But it still was a thought that ran through my head.

Before I could say anything else, he was handing me his cell phone.  "It's
ringing."

Oh, shit!  I wasn't ready for this!

"Hello.  This is Blake."

My mouth went dry and I tried to get my tongue unstuck so I could talk.

Hank reached over and punched a button on the phone and suddenly it was on
speaker.

"Hello?" Blake said again.

"Ah, hi, this is Kyle."  Hank was nudging me, encouraging me to talk.  "I,
ah, got your note."

"Great!  Thanks for getting back to me.  So what do you think?  Would you
allow me to have a private session with you?"  Hank was cracking up at the
double entendre.  He was trying to hold in his laughter.

"Well, I don't know."  Hank was nodding his head powerfully.

"Okay, why don't we meet for coffee tomorrow and talk about it.  I mean, I
understand, you don't know me and all.  I could be some kind of pervert."
Hank started nodding his head again; I reached over and punched his arm.
"I mean, I guess it would be best to meet so you can get to know something
about me."

"Okay," I said, while Hank continued to nod his head.

"What time are you free tomorrow morning?"

I thought for a moment and then said, "I have a break between classes 10 to
10:30."

"Great!  Let's meet at the commons at 10, near the coffee bar."  He paused.
"And you got the picture, right?"

"Yes," I said.

"Okay, so you know what I look like and I know what you look like.  I'll
see you then.  Glad we could meet so quickly.  I hate to waste time.  Need
to be doing something all the time.  I mean you only live once, right?"

I thought I could see that devilish smile of his as he said that.  "Right,"
I answered.

"Okay, see you then," he said, and then disconnected.

"Way to go little brother.  You did that right well.  We will make a stud
muffin out of you yet!"  I blushed.

"Why are you trying to hook me up with other guys?  Don't you want it to be
just you and me?"  I was careful to watch his reaction.

"Of course, I want it to be you and me.  But, I want you to experiment and
experience as much as you can.  You seem to like these adventures, and each
time you seem to learn something new and seem a bit more confident in
yourself."  He looked at me and gave me his smile. Nothing devilish about
it, just a gentle, knowing smile.

"This guy might be a serious photographer and you might get some more good
exposure as a model."  He looked at me, smiled again, and said, "Or he may
just want to get a go at your cute little ass, or swing on that dick of
yours!"

I blushed again, but I smiled.  I shook my head.  My own roommate was
pimping me out!

I put the letter and photo back in the envelope.  I put it in my back
pocket, and we headed on back to the dorms.

I was enjoying the night and the walk with Hank.  There were only a few
people out as we walked back.  I reached down and took Hank's hand in mine,
and he gripped it tightly.  This felt very special.  He looked at me and
smiled.

As we came up to the parking lot behind the dorm, Hank said, "I have an
idea."  He stopped and looked at me.  He smiled and said, "Let's go over
here and strip.  See how long we can stand like that before someone comes
along and we have to get dressed."  He saw the look on my face and said,
"Bet you $20 you can't do it."

I thought for a moment, and then nodded my head.  He was going to do it
with me after all.  We strolled over to a row of cars.  We stood between
two of them and looked at each other while we pulled off our t-shirts.  I
looked him in the face as I dropped my shorts to the ground.  I immediately
began to get hard.  Hank didn't.  He was always so in control.

He reached over and caressed my cock and balls. He smiled.  "You really get
off on this don't you, LB?"

I could only nod; my heart was pounding again.  It was the risk of it and
the exhibitionism that got to me.  I reached over and ran my hand over his
now smooth chest.  "Feels so different," I observed.

He smiled, "I always like this feeling.  It feels so sensitive and naked.
I remember the time my brothers did this to me for the first time.  They
all had more hair than I did, and they told me they were going to make mine
come in denser by shaving me."

He smiled and gripped my cock.  "I was thrilled that they were going to pay
this attention to me, but I was also worried about the shaving.  I mean the
thought of a razor any place other than my face made me cringe."  I knew
what he meant, especially when the straight razor was used on me tonight.

"And I didn't know they meant to shave me everywhere.  I had thought it was
just going to be my chest and maybe my stomach.  But they started from my
neck and worked their way down shaving everything off of my arms, chest,
stomach, back and then my legs.  I thought my crotch was going to be spared
when they had me on my stomach and began to shave my ass."

He smiled as he remembered it. "I was hard by the time they finished
shaving my crack and playing with my ass.  So when they had me turn over
again, I was at full mast for them.  As I have said, this was nothing new;
we had all seen each other this way.  They just teased me good naturedly,
and began to spread shaving cream around my crotch.  I tensed up on the
bed, but they assured me that they had all had the same thing done to them
by the older brothers.  I wondered who had done my oldest brother, but
didn't ask.  I wondered if it had been by Dad."  He grinned at my shocked
look.

He just nodded and continued on. "They shaved every bit of hair off of my
crotch.  I looked like I was 10 or 11 again.  I was so horny by the time
they finished that I had to start stroking.  It felt so wonderfully
different, so super sensitive.  My brothers stood around while I worked on
my cock.  They all had smiles on their faces; they knew what I was
feeling."

Hank squeezed my cock again and I moaned.  I reached up and tweaked one of
his nipples, enjoying the feel of his shaved chest.  He continued, "They
applauded when I shot all over myself.  Then they rubbed the cum into my
body.  They said it would help my hair grow back thicker.  I didn't really
believe them, but liked their hands on my body."

I was once again getting lost in lust.  The combination of the story and
Hank's hands were driving me crazy.  I wanted to be here with him forever.
But reality came crashing back as I heard someone's car beep.  Someone had
pushed their unlock button.  I reached down and pulled my shorts up while
Hank laughed at me.  As I pulled my t-shirt on, he was still pulling up his
shorts.  "Sure you don't want to walk back to the dorms naked?  We could
count it as your quad streak."

My heart thumped.  It was something I wanted to see other guys do, and knew
that I would do it as well, since it was tradition.  But I couldn't imagine
doing it without being hard.  I shook my head to his suggestion.

Back at the dorm when we had stripped down, I asked Hank if he would allow
me to explore his body now that it was shaved.  He said sure, and once
again reminded me that I could do that any time I wanted to.  I had a
vision of him laid out on a table in the cafeteria, with me exploring his
naked body while other students ate their meal and watched.  It made my
cock twitch.

He lay down on his bed, and I moved over and knelt on the floor by the bed
and began at his neck and worked my way around his body as I had done
before, but this time he had no hair to hide anything.  His nipples seemed
so inviting, I had to take each in my mouth to first suck and then nip with
my teeth.  He gasped each time I lightly bit down on his nipple.

I was even more impressed with the muscle definition he had.  I loved the
dips and ripples they created under his skin.  It must have taken me nearly
an hour to explore every inch of his body and to find his new sensitive
spots, now that he was shaved.  I had saved the best for last.  First, I
explored his now clean shaved crack - first with my fingers and then with
my tongue.  I spread his muscular buns apart and lapped at his hole.  I
couldn't get enough of his taste.

Then I rolled him over and started behind his balls, exploring once again,
first with my fingers and then with my tongue.  He was dripping by the time
I came to his cock.  I licked the pearls of clear fluid from the head of
his cock, and he moaned.

I slowly began to minister to his cock, but he seemed to be primed and on
edge, because it didn't take him long to begin to buck on the bed and push
his eager cock into my hands and mouth.  I saw his hands grip the sheets,
and his whole body tensed.  I felt, and then tasted, his load as it filled
my mouth.

I smiled to myself; he had now filled me at both ends tonight!

He pulled my head off of his cock, moaning, "Too sensitive!"  I knew just
what he meant.

I backed off and played with his balls with one hand and rubbed my other
around his crotch.  I continued until he had relaxed and his balls had
become loose again in his sack.

He opened his eyes and smiled.  "You are the best roommate!"

"Just roommate?" I teased, a bit more confident, and also wanting to hear
more.

He raised up on one elbow and looked at me straight in the face," Roommate,
little brother, boyfriend, lover; you are the best of all of those."  My
heart swelled as I heard those words.  I leaned in and lightly kissed him.

I whispered, "Can I say it now?"  He searched my eyes for a moment before
answering.

"Kyle, you can always say whatever you want."  I started to say something,
and he interrupted, "Yes, I know what you want to say.  And yes, it is
okay, because I know it means something more than just new exploration and
lost innocence."  I opened my mouth again, but he put his finger to my lips
and said, "I love you, Kyle."

A lump formed in my throat and my eyes filled quickly.  I tried to form the
words, but my throat was working just to swallow.  I nodded, leaned in, and
kissed him again, deeper this time.  Then managed a whispered, "I love
you," before tears rolled down my cheeks.

I moved up onto the bed with him, and we melted into each other's arms.  We
spent a great deal of time making out on the bed.  Once again, it was the
stuff of my imagination.  I didn't it think would ever happen.  He kissed
away my tears and wrapped his arms around me, and I lost myself in him.

Sometime during the night we fell asleep, wrapped in each other's arms.  My
dreams were filled with Hank; Hank doing anything and everything to me.  I
know I must have had a smile on my face most of the night.

I woke, and peeled open my eyes.  Hank was there, up on one elbow, staring
at me.  "You sure are cute when you sleep.  Did you know that your mouth
moves and you make these really strange little sounds?"  I looked at him
sheepishly.  "Oh, and you have a tendency to drool when you sleep on your
left side."

He reached down and squeezed my morning wood, "And it looks like you were
having a wonderful dream.  Was I in it?"

I smiled, stretched, and loved the feel of his hand on me. "Starring role,"
I said.  He chuckled, released my cock, and patted my stomach.

"That's good!"  He rubbed my stomach again.  "This is getting tighter!"  He
looked at me and said, "All the work is paying off."

"Well, you work me in other ways as well, that I think are paying off."

He laughed.  "Come on sleepy head.  I let you sleep in, but now you need to
shower and get ready for class and your appointment with Blake."

Crap!  I had forgotten about that.  How could I meet with some guy after
all that had happened between us?  And it sounded like Hank still wanted me
to go through with it.

Hank got off the bed and then pulled me up.  We headed into the bathroom
for our morning routine.  It was now very easy for me to stand next to him
and piss.  I was quite comfortable with this, and very comfortable with
Hank!  I smiled, as I reached over and took Hank's cock and aimed it for
him.  He looked at me, and then did the same.  It felt so strange, but so
nice, to have a man's hand on my dick while I pissed.

When we finished, we put on robes, and Hank convinced me to leave mine
untied as he did.  We walked down the hall this way to the showers.  It
didn't seem to bother me at all when we passed a couple of guys in the
hall.  I was beginning to get used to this.

There were other guys in the shower, but it took me a bit to realize that
they were looking at Hank.  Then I figured out they were looking at his new
look.  I smiled, because I, too, had been staring, as the water sluiced
down his now hair-free body.

Hank, the ever bold one, said, "You guys like the new look?"  He took a
turn for them so they could see that it was everywhere.  "If you are
interested, I can recommend a good barber shop."

They laughed, and went back to their showers.  We dried, and Hank put his
robe over his arms, along with his towel, and indicated the door.  Could I
do this?  Could I do this without throwing a rod??  I took a deep breath,
draped my robe over my arm with my towel, and followed Hank out into the
hall.  I wanted to pick up the pace, but he just strolled back to our room
and took no notice when a guy and his girlfriend came out of a room and
walked past us.  Both of them gave us the once over from head to toe.  Hank
just smiled and waved.  I tried not to blush.

Back in the room, he laughed and said, "You are getting better at that!"
He patted me on the ass and added, "Pretty soon we will have you bathing
naked in the quad fountain."  That made my cock twitch.

We dressed, headed downstairs, grabbed some breakfast, and then headed our
different ways to class.  During my first class I tried to concentrate, but
kept wondering about my meeting with Blake.  What did he want?  What kind
of guy was he?

I took notes and wrote down my assignments.  When class was over, I packed
up my stuff, took a deep breath, and headed towards the commons.  I felt
like I was a schoolboy heading out on my first date.  I was very nervous.

In the coffee bar, Blake saw me, stood, and reached out to shake my hand.
His eyes were more compelling in real life, and his smile was amazing.  He
exuded confidence and charisma.  Although just a bit shorter than me, he
still had to be six foot tall.  His wispy mustache and beard added to his
impish look.  I thought of the contrast between that and my completely
shaved look.  I wondered what he thought about that.

He seemed athletic, in a lean wiry non-muscular way.

"Kyle, I am glad to meet you and glad you agreed to meet."  He seemed
genuine in his statements.

"Here, sit here.  What would you like to drink?"  He looked at me and
smiled.  What was it with the smile and the dimples that were so
compelling?

"Ah, what are you having?" I stumbled over the words.

"Oh, I am having my usual, mocha with skim milk and extra shot of espresso
and a dab of sugar free mint."  He flashed those dimples again.

"I'll, ah, have the same."  I thought for a second, and then said, "I mean
you don't have to...," I was fighting my inclination to have let someone
else make the decisions and follow his lead.

Another flash of those eyes - this time the smile came from them. "It's
okay, I'll be right back," He turned, and walked into the line.  I looked
at his butt as he did so.  It was tight and small.  He looked over his
shoulder and caught me looking.  His smile got broader and I looked away.
I could still see his face in my mind.  I liked the firm jaw and the way it
made a V down to his chin.

Why was I so mesmerized by this guy?  I had Hank, who had just professed
his love to me and I to him.  What was it with this guy?

I watched him as he ordered, paid, and waited for them to be made.  He
carried them both out in such a nonchalant manner, almost a swagger.  But
it was graceful, like he was a gymnast or something.

He sat down the coffee in front of me and said, "So, let me tell you a bit
about myself.  I am a sophomore.  I am in prelaw, but I do a lot of
painting and photography.  That's why I am interested in working with you."
He stopped, looked at me, and smiled.  "Let's see, I have two older
brothers.  I am in a band, the lead singer and writer."

I tried to get into the spirit of this. "What kind of music?"

He looked at me with renewed interest.  "Kind of an Alternative Folk.  I
think of it as an updated Simon and Garfunkle."

"Ah, Sounds of Silence -- words of prophets written on subway walls."

"Yes!  Good for you!  But mine is more, the sounds of static -- words of
prophets fall from podcasts all."  He laughed a bit through his smile.

"Do you do gymnastics or something?"

"No, but I have run, rock climb, and I have even taken fencing lessons,
believe it or not."

I sipped my drink.  It was great!  But I couldn't think of anything else to
say.

"So do I pass the grade?"  He asked, and made his smile a bit lopsided, and
waited for my answer.

"Huh?"  I said, not following this nonsecquetor.

He chuckled, "Will you do a session for me?"  then added, "Have I convinced
you that I am not a serial killer?"

For some reason I blurted out, "I have a boyfriend."

He tilted his head and looked at me a bit quizzically.  "I don't, but I am
not opposed to it," he said, and flashed his smile.  Man! It just melted
me.

"Yes," I said compulsively.

"Yes, it is okay I don't have a boyfriend?  Or yes, I am not opposed to you
having one?"

"Sorry, not trying to be purposefully obtuse.  I mean yes, I will do a
session for you."  I felt my heart racing again.

"Oh, great!  Do you even want to know what kind of session I want to do?"

"Well, yes, I guess so." Boy, did I sound dumb or what?

"Well, to put that enthusiastically, I was thinking of having you sit naked
in a classroom of students, and then shoot you in that environment to show
the contrasts, and how college can strip a person naked of all their
preconceived notions."

My mouth fell open and my dick twitched.

The dimples were back.  "No, I am kidding.  I just made that up on the spur
of the moment, but it would certainly be a great series."  His eyebrows
rose, and he peered into my eyes.  "I want to do a series of contrasts with
the male form.  Sort of Edward Weston meets Mapplethorpe."  I knew both
artists and thought it would be a wild fusion.

"And if that works out, I have one other idea I would like to try, but only
after you see how you like the first set."

I pressed him, as it seemed he wasn't going to give me any more on the
second idea.  "So how do you see these shots?"

"I see stark lighting for high levels of contrast.  Then I see you sitting
cross-legged with arms folded across your knees, eyes closed, creating an
opening flower sort of look, photographed from various angles; changing
positions, and working through a series."

It seemed liked an interesting concept.  He had me intrigued.  "You know I
am into photography as well.  Maybe I could get some shots of you as well."
Man, I was being bold!  "I mean, if you, ah, don't mind."

The smile and dimples were back, forming the impish look. "You just want to
see me naked!"  I blushed.

"I am sorry, I am just kidding you."  The eyes twinkled, and he said,
"Sure, why not.  You show me yours and I'll show you mine!"  I blushed
again.

"I am sorry; I don't really mean to embarrass you."  He put his hand on my
shoulder, and I felt as if I had been seared.  Wow, this guy certainly had
a way of affecting me!

We agreed to a time, and he promised to set up a studio with Jim and make
all the arrangements.  He looked at his watch and said he had to run to
class, but would see me later in the day at our session.

I watched him walk away, following the way his ass flexed in his jeans.  I
actually shook myself, trying to pull myself together.  This guy was really
getting to me.  And how could I be having these weird feelings about this
guy I had just met.  And how could I feel so strange about it all and still
not wait to get my hands on Hank?

I sat there for a while, occasionally sipping my coffee.  I actually
pictured Blake naked, and felt my cock swell at the image.  Then it swelled
more as I thought that I might well get to compare my image to the real
thing this afternoon.

Man, I was just one fucked up guy.  And it had all started because of my
roommate!  What would college have been like if I hadn't met Hank to begin
with?


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