Date: Thu, 1 May 2008 04:41:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kyle and Hank - Chapter 57

"So, I guess we will take you boys down to the station, put you in a cell
and you can wait there for someone to bail you out," the tall man said.
Then he added, "And you best hope that whoever it is gets there quickly,
because some of those guys in that holding tank might like to take a try at
that white ass of yours!"  I started sweating more.  It was rolling down
from my armpits.

I couldn't take being taken to jail like this.  It was one thing to streak
the quad, but to be taken naked to the police car and then paraded through
the police station to the holding cell?  I couldn't do it.  I was going to
lose it soon, and Hank wasn't saying anything, and I couldn't see him out
the corner of my eyes.

Nothing was said, and the tension built up in the room.  I heard a bit of
rustling of papers, and the flashes of light continued, almost like a
strobe.  It was all getting to me.

I was going to pass out at any moment.  This is it, I thought.  My life is
over as I now know it!  Man ,was I fucked!

I started shaking all over then.  My eyes started to roll up, and Hank
reached over and grabbed me.  He held me up and said, "Charlie, I think you
went overboard with the jail thing."

The guys started laughing, and I was trying to figure out what the fuck was
going on.  When my breathing came around, and I could stand, I looked at
Hank and said, "What the fuck is going on!"  I was pissed.

"These are some of the grounds men from the college.  My brother introduced
them when I came for a visit.  They love pulling this shit on unsuspecting
freshmen."

I was pissed.  I didn't think it was funny at all.  I went over, grabbed my
clothes and pack, and headed for the door.  The big black guy tried to get
hold of my arm, but I twisted out of his grip and pulled the door open with
a bang.  "Kyle!"  Hank yelled, as I stormed down the hall.  "Come back!  It
was just a joke!"  I just kept on walking.

"Look, I am sorry," he said as he ran up beside me.

I didn't say anything.  I just kept walking.

"Hey, little brother! Yes, I am an asshole.  I admit it; I am sorry!"  He
was beside me trying to get me to look at him.

I wouldn't and I just kept walking.  He started to grab my arm and I
twisted away from him.  I was furious, and I was not going to be cajoled by
his self- deprecating ways!

I pulled open the door to the outside and went out.  He followed me, and
then realized he had none of his stuff.  I didn't care.  I kept walking and
pulled on my t-shirt as I did, and then hopped and skipped to get my legs
into my shorts as I headed for the dorm.

He kept up his monologue of apology and trying to get me to stop and listen
to him.  He tried joking, yelling, pleading, and begging, but I would have
none of it.  Every time he tried to touch me, I just twisted away.

Had I been thinking rationally, I would have known that he could have
physically stopped me any time he wanted.  He was definitely stronger than
me.  But then I wasn't rational.  I just kept going, heading back to my
room.  It didn't dawn on me that it was OUR room.  I just wanted to get
away from him.

It took a while for it to sink into my brain, but I heard the whistles,
jeers and laughter finally, and looked around.  Hank was walking naked
beside me, not concerned about the people on the quad that were there.

One guy came up and tried to pat Hank on the ass.  "Nice ass!" the guy
said.

Hank turned on him and swung the guy's arm away.  "Fuck off!" Hank said,
and continued to follow me.

That got to me, but I couldn't stop now.  I knew I was putting him at risk
by continuing on.  More and more people would see him, and eventually the
campus police would show up.  The real campus police, and then he WOULD be
in trouble.  Maybe he needed that.

Fuck!  Why did he have to do that?  I loved him and all, but the asshole
really pushed the wrong buttons this time. And I couldn't let him get away
with that.

Now, I was thinking a bit more rationally as my anger had worn off, but I
couldn't turn to him now.  He was an asshole and he needed to learn a
lesson, but would I/could I do this to the guy I loved?

I started to stop, but then shook my head and kept walking.  People were
now following us, and I realized we had gathered a small crowd.

Now I felt miserable.  I had brought all this attention to us and it was
causing a scene; but I didn't know how to get out of it.  I looked up and
saw that we were nearly to our dorm.

I didn't know what to do.  I didn't want to hurt Hank, but I felt he had
hurt me.  I had been angry at him, and was still probably a bit angry with
him.  I couldn't turn around and walk back to his clothes without this
crowd following us all over the place.  I knew that security would be
showing up any time now.

I turned slightly and looked at him, with tears running down my face.  He
looked pathetic there; naked, surrounded by the group of students.  The
girls were laughing at him behind their palms, and the guys were laughing
and pointing.  But I think they were just jealous.  He looked so gorgeous
and wonderful standing there.

"Look, you're an asshole all right."  He just nodded.

I took my t-shirt off and threw it to him.  "Cover yourself up, before you
get all the girls and half the guys drooling all over your body."  That
brought some laughter.

He caught the shirt and tied it around his waist, covering his crotch.  His
ass was still uncovered, but there wasn't much I could do about that.  I
looked at him and tried to smile through the tears.

"Look fuckhead," I said, and paused.  Could I really do this in front of
all these people?  He looked so desperate and so vulnerable standing there
with my snow patrol t-shirt tied across his crotch.

I took a deep breath and said, "Look asshole," I took another deep breath.
"Look, you fuckhead." I paused again and looked at the people around us.
Why wouldn't they just go away!

"Look, assface, I love," I hesitated, and there was a `wooooo' from the
crowd.  "Oh, fuck it!  I love you, Hank, but if you ever do that to me
again, I'll," and I didn't know what I was going to do.

But now there were jeers of `lover's quarrel' and `ah, ain't that cute."
But Hank would have none of it.

He walked towards me and said, with tears now streaming down his face, "And
I love you, Kyle!"  He grabbed me,wrapping his arms around me, and
squeezed.  I squeezed back, and then he turned and kissed my tear-stained
cheek.

I heard `fucking fags' called out, and someone else said, `get a life,
asshole!'  Others were going `ahh,' and I heard one girl say, `Paul, why
don't you ever say you love me like that?"  and there was a roar of
laughter.

Hank whispered, "Let's get out of here," and led me through the door of the
dorm and over to the elevator.  The guy at the reception desk did a double
take, as he saw Hank's naked ass go by, and raised his hand as if to say
something, then shook his head.

We got in the elevator and Hank started in.  "I am sorry, I am sorry, I was
an idiot."  I wanted him to keep going, but I wanted him to stop as well.

"I completely spaced on the whole thing at the theatre and the cops and
all.  I KNOW how paranoid you are and so scared and so fragile.  I should
have known better.  But I thought you would get a laugh out of it."

I didn't like the fragile part, but he was right; he should have known
better.  I grabbed him and pulled him in for a kiss.  "Asshole," I said,
when I released him.

He laughed, but kept looking at me to make sure it was okay to laugh.  The
elevator opened and he walked along the hall in front of me, and I had to
laugh at his ass bobbing along with my t-shirt tied over his lower back.

He laughed and pulled it off completely.  "I thought I was going to have to
follow you around the whole campus naked."  He saw a look in my eye, and
hurried on, "which I would have done, if it would help make up for the mess
I made."

The image of Hank walking around campus, and the gang of people that were
following us, gave me a mental image that made me smile.

"Maybe you still could.  There were several people down there that would
like to see more of you."

He stopped in front of our door, held out his arms, and turned slowly.
"How much more of me is there to see?"

Inside the room, I slipped off my shorts and put down my pack.  Then Hank
pulled me over to the bed and pushed me down on it.  He started kissing me
and feeling me up all over.  He knew the buttons to push, and had me hard
and panting in seconds.

There was a knock on the door.  Hank shook his head, but the knock
repeated.  ?  Hank climbed off of me, with his dick leading the way, went
to the door, and said, "Who is it?"

"It's Phil.  I have your stuff."

Hank shook his head and then opened the door.  Phil nearly fell in the door
when he saw Hank's condition.

He got to his feet, and his jaw fell open as he looked from Hank, to me,
and back.  Hank was enjoying his consternation.  He nearly dropped the pack
and the clothes, and tried to say something, but he was tongue tied.

Hank stood there, casually reaching down and wagging his dick up and down.
Phil's head moved up and down as Hank's dick moved.

"See what you are missing out on, Phil?"  Hank laughed, and said, "the
missus doesn't have one of these, does she Phil?"

I gathered that he was married, but seemed to enjoy guys.  "You want to
taste it, Phil?"  Hank waggled it again.  Phil licked his lips.  "Or would
you rather watch Kyle and I go at it?"  I didn't want that to happen.  As
much as I was into exhibitionism, I wasn't sure I wanted a leering man to
watch us.

"Did you bring your camera, Phil?"  Hank was really pushing Phil now.

Phil was so tongue tied; not at all like he had been when he was bullying
us.

"I'll tell you what, Phil, you strip down and you can sit in the chair and
watch, or you can take pictures, or, if you want, you could join in.  I
know Kyle would probably like a go at your ass."

Phil was nearly panting.  Hank stood and watched as Phil peeled his clothes
off quickly, trying to get out of his shirt and pants at the same time.

He wore a white tank top over his pot belly and checkered boxers.  His legs
were very hairy and, as he moved, I saw the hair on his shoulders.  He
pulled his shirt off and then looked at Hank, and then me, as he pulled
down his boxers.

His dick sprang up as he pulled them off.  It was uncut and about 6 or 7
inches long.  His pubic hair was thick and his balls hung down low.

By the time he was finished and stood up, he tried to cover himself, but
then removed his hand,s and nervously smiled.

"Why don't you go over there with Kyle," Hank said, walking to the desk.

"Take a lick of Kyle's dick, see what it tastes like."  Phil was nearly
drooling as he leaned into my dick.  I didn't know what Hank was up to.
Phil closed his eyes and lowered his head onto my cock.

The flash went off a couple of times, and then Phil realized what was going
on and raised his head.

"That should look nice on the campus web site.  I can see the headlines
now.  `Grounds man tastes student's stamen'."  Phil face went ashen.

"You wouldn't do that, would you, Hank?"  He started shaking, and I thought
he was going to cry.  "I would be ruined."

"Oh, should I just send it to the head of grounds then?"

"No, please!"

"Okay, then Phil.  Here's the deal.  I will delete these pics and you keep
your mouth shut about what you have seen here.  Not that I care if anyone
knows if we are gay, but I can hear you being lascivious about the whole
thing and making up all kinds of kinky things that we were doing."

"I would never...," he started to say.

"Well, then I will just keep these pics to make sure that you don't.  And I
want all the pics you took of Kyle and I sent to me, and then destroy any
copies you have."

"Of course, whatever you say, Hank."  He was now nervous.

"Okay, then Phil.  Here are your clothes." Hank opened the door and dropped
Phil's clothes outside the door.

Phil gasped and said, "You can't do that Hank!"

"Why, you paraded us around naked and brought in strangers to see Kyle and
I naked.  And you wanted to show us off to other people, right?"  Hank
seemed to know Phil rather well.

"And you came here; you volunteered to come here, didn't you; so you were
hoping to catch us naked and doing something."

Phil only looked at his pile of clothes outside the room.  I looked and saw
that his cock had completely deflated.

"But you can't make me go out there naked and put my clothes on, Hank."  He
was losing it fast.  "Please!"

Hank had also deflated, and I could completely understand.  He sounded
angry.  Was he getting back to Phil for my benefit?  I didn't want to see
Phil hurt.

"Hank, bring his clothes inside," I said.

Hank smiled at me, and I knew then that he had planned to do that.

"Okay, Phil, I'll bring them in, but you have to let Kyle and I have a go
at your ass."

He was nervously looking around.

Hank laughed and said, "Phil, I am only kidding.  I have been giving you a
bad time, like you did to us."

Hank walked outside, picked up Phil's clothes, and brought them inside.
All the time our door was open, and a couple of guys walked by and looked
in.  I saw Phil blanch again.  He tried to crawl behind the bed and hide
his head at the same time.

Hank closed the door and sat the clothes down inside the door.  Phil came
over and meekly began to get dressed.  "You don't understand," he said in a
very emotional voice.  "Back when I was your age, I couldn't say I was gay.
It just wasn't done."  He was slowly dressing as he continued talking.

"So I got married, when it was getting uncomfortable not to be.  I had kids
and played the good husband.  But I knew I liked guys, but could never do
anything with anyone."

He paused, as if to get his voice under control.  "I mean, if anyone ever
found out, I would be ruined.  So I never made any one night stands or
anything like that."  He now had his underwear and pants on.  He sat down
to put his shoes on.

"I would sneak off to another city and find an adult bookstore to watch
movies or pick up a magazine, if I was feeling especially bold."  He looked
at us.  I felt bad now for what Hank had done.

"Then the internet came about and it was much easier to get information.
But the only thing I have had sex with in such a long time is my hand."  He
was really getting emotional.

"So the mere thought of being able to be around a gay, handsome man, was
totally mind blowing.  My fantasy has always been to have a young college
man that I could explore.  Not that I could ever do anything to him, other
than touch, taste, and smell.  I mean, I wouldn't want him to suck me or
let me fuck him or anything."

He stood and put on his shirt and began buttoning it.  "I guess you would
say I am a confirmed bottom.  I just wanted one time in my life to have
that experience of pleasuring another man and really getting to explore a
man."

He was crying now, and my heart was melting for him.

"Hank," I said, "Come here."

Hank came over and I whispered in his ear, "We have to let him do this.  I
know how he feels, and I am only 18.  He has to be in his forties or
fifties.  I can't imagine going that long without getting to experience
what you have let me have.  That first time was completely mind blowing."

I swallowed and continued, "I mean, I now feel sorry for him.  Yes, I
wanted to get back at him as well.  But now, after listening to his story,
I can imagine what it would be like to not have had that experience for 20
or 30 years."  I paused and got it together.  "I think we should give him
this gift.  We can do this."

I looked at him and said, "You are always telling me to reach out to
people.  Think of Eldon."

That really got to him.  He looked at me from eye to eye, reading me.  He
nodded, and went over to Phil.  He put his arm around Phil.  Phil
stiffened.  He thought some further embarrassment was coming.

"Phil, it seems that Hank has come to your defense.  He would like for you
to have your chance.  And he wants you to understand that this is not done
out of pity or anything, but a chance to share."  Hank looked at Phil, and
saw that he was getting emotional.

He first shook his head, but then he looked up and said, "You aren't just
saying this?  You aren't going to pull something on me again?"

"No, I am serious, and I apologize for being such a shit."  He looked at me
and said, "Seems I keep making an ass out of myself tonight."  He smiled at
me and I nodded.

"Go outside, and then give me a minute or two, and then knock on the door,"
he smiled.  "I have an idea that I think you will like."

Phil smiled and wiped his eyes.  He straightened his clothes and opened the
door, and stepped out.

"Okay, let's get dressed.  I want boxers for you, jeans, t-shirt and shirt,
socks and shoes.  I'll do briefs."  He looked at me and said, "I want to
give him the chance to undress us.  And then I want us to undress him.  I
know he goes on about doing things for us, but I really want to make this
special for him.  If he is exploring me for example, I want you to be
touching and exploring him.  I want you to experience him as he experiences
us.  I will do the same.  I think all three of us can learn something."

"Wow, that was a long speech!" I said.

"Asshole!" he said, and tried to snap his t-shirt at my ass.

We got dressed and had just finished tying our shoes when he knocked on the
door.  He was shocked when he saw we were dressed.  Hank said, "Welcome
Mr. Phelps.  Your mission, should you decide to accept it, is to examine
the two of us to see if we might be hiding some microfilm someplace on our
bodies."  Hank smiled.

Phil grinned and nodded.  "So who would you like to start with? Kyle or
me?" Hank asked.

He looked back and forth between us and said, "Kyle."

I went over and stood in front of him.  I was smiling, and he was nervously
smiling as well.  His hands were shaking as he went to unbutton my shirt.

"Let's get this shirt off of you," he said, trying to get into the mood of
the scenario.

I was observing him as he did this.  I started looking at him, seeing more
of him and the man he was, and had been.  I could see, looking at his
forehead, where his hairline had been, and the deep brown of his hair.

He finished unbuttoning my shirt and pulled the tails out of my pants.  He
worked it off of my arms and set it aside.  He ran his hands over my chest
and down to my waist.  He pulled up the tail of my t-shirt and then pulled
up from the bottom to remove it over my head.

I think he started to reach for my buckle, but then saw my shoes.  So he
sat on the chair and had me lift my foot, so he could untie the shoe.  He
played like he was checking the inside of the shoe, but I thought he was
taking a whiff of it.

Hank must have seen as well, because he bent down and whispered something
in Phil's ear.  Phil reddened a bit, but nodded his head.  He put the shoe
up to his nose and took a deep inhale of it.

Then he raised my foot up and smelled it, and closed his eyes.  I looked
and saw his crotch was beginning to tent up.

He removed my socks slowly, and then removed the other shoe and sock in the
same manner.

He stood up then and reached out his hands and, while they trembled, he
reached for my belt buckle.  He undid it and then fumbled with the button.
I had to admit that this was beginning to be erotic, being undressed in
such a way.

He unzipped my pants and then pushed them down.  When they were around my
ankles, I stepped out of them.

He leaned in and almost put his nose in the fly of my boxers.  He closed
his eyes and inhaled again.

His hands were warm as he put them on my waist.  He then put his thumbs in
the waistband and slowly, ever so slowly, started lowering them.  His eyes
were glued to the area that was being exposed as he lowered them.

He stopped when the top of my bush came into view, and then worked it down
some more.  And soon, past the top of my dick, then more and more, and
finally over my balls, and then almost off.  My dick had begun to rise
through all of this.

He sighed when he saw my crotch fully exposed.  He leaned in and inhaled
again.

He pulled my shorts down until I was now standing naked.  He was running
his hands over my sides as he continued to stare at my crotch.  He was
kneeling.  I thought he was going to lick it right then, but Hank said, "I
think you need to get me into the same condition."  ??Phil came out of his
daze.  He stood and began to work on Hank in the same way.  When he was
down to Hank's briefs, he ran his hand over the bulge there, touching and
feeling.

Finally, he had Hank naked as well.  Hank pulled him up and we slowly
undressed him together, overwhelming him with the contact of our four
hands.  When we got him down to his boxers, his dick was peaking out of the
fly.

He seemed to be getting embarrassed, but we didn't make anything of it, and
inhaled him as he had us.  He had a deep musk scent, along with a trace of
something like Irish Spring.

We pulled his boxers off and he stepped out of them.

"I think you should have Kyle lie down over here so you can begin your
exploration of him."  I moved to the bed and laid down on my stomach.

Phil moved up and knelt on the bed beside me.  I think he looked at Hank,
because Hank said, "Take your time and explore all you want."

He started at my head and touched, tasted, and smelled his way down my
body.  I was laying with my head so I could see a bit of him and Hank.
Hank was running his hands over Phil, exploring him in much the same way.

Phil's dick was hard and flicking up and down now and then.  When he got to
my butt, he spent considerable time exploring.  I turned over and he
proceeded to do the same to all parts of me, except my crotch.  He was
leaving that for last.

He came back and spent a great deal of time, smelling, touching, and just a
bit of tasting.  I was hard and beginning to drip from all the attention.
He wiped up a drop and tasted it.

He started to turn to Hank, but Hank told him to lie down; that we wanted
to explore him.  Hank started at the feet, with me at the top, and began to
explore him as he had us.

I was really interested in exploring him once I started.  He was such a
contrast to Hank and the others I had been around.  At first,out his
hairiness was strange, but I found how his smells and tastes were trapped
there.  And they certainly added a texture to the touching.

His arm pits were hairy, but the smell of the sweat, deodorant, and musk
was heady.  It was the same every where I went, and his hairy crack was
amazing!  I had never seen so much hair in a crack, and it was wild to
taste and feel.

By the time we turned him over, I could tell he wanted to cum; he was
reaching down and gripping his dick.  Hank said, "Not yet," and moved his
hand away.

After we had thoroughly explored him, he wanted to explore Hank, but Hank
had other ideas.

"Lay back there for a moment." Then Hank moved so his knees were near
Phil's shoulders, and I was the other way around.  Then the two of us went
to work on him.  First, we gave him a tongue bath on his dick and balls.
He was squirming after just a few moments.  Hank went down on him, and Phil
gripped his head and held him in place.  Then it was my turn.

While I was on there, Hank took the lube, lubed up his finger, and began
playing with Phil's hole.  It wasn't long before Phil was thrashing on the
bed and telling us he was going to cum.

I pulled off of him and stroked him urgently, while Hank was working his
finger in his hole.  He moaned and shot a huge load that went over his head
and hit the wall behind him.  The next blast hit him on the chin, and the
rest went along his chest.

He was panting when he finished shooting, and reached down and pulled
Hank's hand away.

"Amazing!  Fucking amazing!"  Tears ran down his cheeks.  I think he was
happy!

"Now it's your turn." We lay back on the bed, head to foot, and let him
work on us.  He was like a kid in a candy store until he had licked and
sucked both of us.  Then he settled on sucking me.  He just couldn't seem
to get enough, and he was really putting in the effort to do me well.

Hank turned and slid under him, and started sucking his rigid dick while
Phil was working on me.  Phil was moaning and groaning around my dick as
Hank worked on his.  He finally mumbled, "I'm cumming," around my cock, and
he sent me over the edge. I started filling his mouth as he started filling
Hank's.  It must have been quite the sight.

He collapsed on the bed after that and said, "I can die a happy man now!"
I laughed.

Hank lay beside him, with me on the other side, and we just held him for a
bit.  I couldn't imagine living a life without Hank, and wondered how many
other 'Phils' were out there?

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