Date: Sun, 23 Nov 2008 15:03:34 -0800 (PST)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kyle and Hank - Chapter 67

Every time he mentioned Thanksgiving, he would look at me and leer.  He got
me so worried about the long weekend that I began to have nightmares and
dreams about his brothers not accepting me and dreaming up some way to
humiliate me.  And then other dreams were about being in bed with all of
them while they swapped out fucking me.  I was getting so nervous that I
was tossing and turning all night, and Hank was threatening to make the bed
back to two beds so he could get some sleep.

"I really thought we were making headway on this lack of self-confidence of
yours," he said one morning at breakfast, a couple of days before we were
scheduled to leave for his parents place.  "You seemed to be doing a lot
better, and understand when I was joking with you, little brother."  He
looked at me seriously, and then put on his famous smile.

"It's just that I am going to meet your brothers and your parents and your
brothers.  Did I mention your brothers?" I said after swallowing.  "I
really want to make a good impression on them and everyone."  I looked him
in the eyes and began to get all emotional.  Fuck, it is just the way I am.
"I mean, I care for you and we have pretty much said we are going to be
together, and I don't want them to not like me, and then treat you, and
then me any differently."  My eyes filled, and I was having difficulty
getting myself under control.

?"Kyle," he so rarely used my real first name, "everything is going to be
fine.  I know that my parents and my brothers and their families are going
to accept you.  You don't have to worry."  He smiled again, and went on to
reassure me, "Look. I like you and you like me; then that's all they care
about."

"But what about your brothers?" I paused, and looked at my nearly empty
plate.  "I mean, do you think they are really going to want to, you know?"
I said.

He laughed, which I didn't appreciate.  "You mean are they going to take
you in a room and rape you? No," Then he tried to take the smile off of his
face and look serious.  "But, yes, you can expect that there will be some
fooling around between us, because there always is.  If Bill's partner is
there, then he will be included."  He paused, and watched my expression.

"I think they will kid you, because that's what they do.  They will try to
get you to blush, because that's what they do.  But they won't mean it to
be mean-spirited.  They will mean it in a family, joking way.  They will
want you to feel accepted, so they will treat you like they do all the
brothers."  He smiled again.  "I am sure there will be some grab assing.
They are going to want to check you out.  And a few may want to play around
with you, but they will mostly try to get a feel for you.  All you have to
do is say 'no' to anything you don't want to do, and they will stop."

He could see he hadn't convinced me yet.  "Look, my family believes that
they wouldn't give you a bad time unless they cared about you.  So if they
didn't say a word to you, or joke with you, then it would mean that you
didn't rate the effort to razz you.  Which, of course, won't happen.  They
will love you, because I love you!"

"What if that comes up?" I asked, nervous again.

"What?  Sir Everhard?  I am sure he will come up several times while we are
there, or at least I am hoping so!"  He laughed, and rubbed my head.

"Look, I don't care who knows it.  I love you.  And they won't care if I
announce it or you announce it or no one does.  They are going to assume it
is so anyway.  My brothers and parents know how I feel about you, and that
is really all that matters."

I nodded my head, trying to wrap it all up in my mind.  He had told me this
numerous times, and was always patient with me, and kept reassuring me.  I
was about to go on, when Jimmy sat down at our table.

"Hey, guess what?"  he said, with an excited look on his face.  He looked
between us.  "I talked to Ricky.  I laughed it off, and said I wanted him
to come over so I could thank him."  He laughed, "I mean, how dumb can he
be?  But he is coming over tonight.  Hank, you have to help me get back at
him."

Hank nodded, and outlined a plan.  Jimmy laughed, and slapped me on the
back.  "That is one smart roommate you have, little buddy."

During the day, I thought about his plan, and saw how it was going to be
the perfect revenge.

After dinner, we waited in our room for our cell phone to ring.  When it
did, we called the rest of the numbers and headed to Jimmy's room.  Jimmy
had left the door unlocked so we could just come right in.

Rick looked up, smiled, but look a little disappointed that his alone time
with Jimmy had been interrupted.  Hank shook his hand as he introduced
himself.  At that moment, the door opened and Jared and about 6 other guys
came into the room.

Rick panicked then, and tried to get out of Hank's grip.  But Hank is
strong.  He held on, until the boys had immobilized Rick.  He started to
scream, but someone shoved a dirty jock into his mouth, and then duct taped
it in place.  Then the duck tape was wrapped around his head to cover his
eyes, and pressed down tightly so he couldn't see anything.

His breathing was ragged through his nose; he was scared shitless.  Hank
went up and whispered into his ear.  "Look, asshole, we are here to get
back at you for what you did to our friend."  Hank let that sink in.  "And
now that we have you, we can do whatever we want to you.  Like this," Hank
said, as he pinched Rick's nose, cutting off his air.  Rick tried to buck,
and tried to breathe through the duct tape over his mouth, but it wasn't
happening.

You could see the panic overtake him then.  He struggled to get free, but
he wasn't budging.  Hank finally let go of his nose and Rick drew in deep
breaths.  "So now you see what can happen to you, right?"  Hank slapped his
face, "Nod your head if you understand."

Rick nodded vigorously.  "That's better.  Now, I want you to behave and
take what's coming to you."  His breathing got fast again.  Scissors were
produced, and a cut was made here and there, and his clothes were ripped
off of him.  When he was naked, I could see he had sweat trickling down
from his pits.  He wasn't hard from this and, if anything, it seemed to
have shriveled up; if that wasn't his normal state.  The guys laughed and
made fun at the size of his dick.

They laid him out on the bed and held his arms and legs.  If he began to
buck, Hank would squeeze his nose closed, and he became very docile again.
Markers were uncapped, the smell unmistakable to Rick...and we began to go
to work, putting words all over his body.  And unlike the way Jimmy was
done, we worked to cover every area, including writing "rapist" across his
forehead.  He was rolled over, and every area was covered there.  It was
such that he would have to wear gloves and a ski mask to keep anyone from
seeing the writing.  They took everything that he and his friends had
written on Jimmy, and added to it.

Then they bound him hand to foot, so that when he was on his back his ass
was presented to the world.  On one side of his hole, they wrote "FUCK,"
and on the other side "ME".

Rick was trembling then.  All the guys started talking about who was going
to be the first one.  Jared spoke up and said, "I have the biggest dick.  I
should go first; get him all stretched out for you guys.  Besides, without
any lube, he is going to scream like a little girl!"

There was all kinds of laughter, while Rick tossed and struggled to get
free.  They were bantering on about who was going to go first, when someone
said, "I know, let's take him down to the common room, and we can fuck him
there, and everyone can watch!"

That met with great laughing and agreement.  Rick was crying and shaking
his head, but only muffled sounds came from him.  Two guys picked him up
and carried him out; there was some laugher from the people they met along
the hallway.  The guys carried him to the elevator, then around in circles
for a bit, and walked a ways with him, and finally set him down.

"This is a good spot," one of them said, and there was the sound of zippers
and belts jingling.  Rick was shaking his head again.  There was a faint
"bing bong" sound, and all was quiet around Rick.

We watched as the door to the frat opened, and someone yelled, "Someone
left us a present!  And it is all set up with instructions!"

There was much laughter from the house, and several brothers grabbed Rick
and hauled him into the house.  We felt sure that some of the same assholes
that had raped Jimmy would rape Rick, but worse than that would be living
with the humiliation of the words written all over his body, so that
everyone would know his crime.  In fact, they had even written "rapist" in
reverse on his face, so every time he looked in the mirror, he could read
it.

Jimmy thanked us as we walked back to the dorms.  "So we didn't sink to his
level and rape him, but his fellow brothers might do to him what they did
to me; so I think he is going to get a just punishment!"

Jared joked that we were going to have to setup a little recreational
gangbang for Rick after Thanksgiving, so he could get his kicks in with
some people who would stop when he asked, and that he knew.  We all
laughed, and agreed that we would have to do that.

The day came that we were to leave for the cabin, and Hank continued to lay
on the humor.  As we were packing, he said, "No, that's way too many
clothes.  You are going to be naked most of the time, and only dress for
dinner, and when we go outside."?  I looked at him, and in my nervous state
I believed him.  I saw his smile and said, "Asshole!"

He responded, "Fuck face!"

In the car, the iPod had a wide variety of tunes in the playlist.  Some
songs found us singing along as loud as could be, and laughing at
ourselves; other songs would get us all emotional.  Hank had packed healthy
snacks for the trip: carrots, grapes, waters, and non-fat dip.  He said we
would probably get enough junk food at the cabin.

I was still nervous on the way up there, and Hank tried to calm me down.
He told me about his brothers, his parents, and all the people that were
going to be there.  Even so, I was not prepared, when we arrived at the
cabin, for all the people hugging and kissing.  There was no way I was
going to remember all the names of all the people.

Hank's dad was a man with a big smile and friendly demeanor.  I could see
where Hank got his strong masculine looks.  His mother fussed over me, and
said my mom had called, and that she would be here soon.  It seemed like
there were a hundred people, and they said that some were still on their
way.  I was overwhelmed, and Hank knew it.  He would just stand and watch
me interact with all the people.

It was like sensory overload, with all the people talking and moving and
kids running around.  Finally, we were allowed to take our stuff to the
room they had assigned us.  His dad said, "We decided to put you two down
here at the end of the hall, so you wouldn't wake up the kids with your
moaning and groaning in the middle of the night."  I blushed, and both he
and Hank laughed.  He hugged me and said, "Look, we are glad you are here,
and we are glad that Hank found a nice guy like you."  Then he held me by
the shoulders, pushed me back. and looked into my face, "But I do expect
that you two will be having some fun in here.  At your age, you probably
can't wait for me to leave!"  I reddened again, but he leaned in, hugged
me, and then kissed me on the cheek.  We, indeed, had a queen-sized bed,
and shared the bathroom with the room next door.  It was being used by Bill
and his partner, Will.  I started to say something, but Hank said, "Just
don't go there.  It's the only way we can tell them apart when they have
their clothes on!"

"You mean, I am not allowed in their bedroom, or not allowed to fool around
with Bill because Will is here?" I asked, only semi-seriously.

"I meant the whole Bill and Will..." he saw the smile on my face.

"Gotcha!"  I said

"Asshole!"

"Fuck face!"

We put away our stuff, and I relished the quiet.  Hank looked at me,
"What's wrong?"

He really did know how to read me.  "It's just a bit overwhelming - the
people, the chaos, and all."  I smiled.  "I am not used to so many people
in a house at the same time."

"You haven't seen anything yet," he said, rubbing my head.

We went back downstairs, where we found that the rest of the brothers had
arrived.  The noise level had increased at least 10 fold.  I kept looking
for the volume control.

My mom arrived, and the volume went up as everyone wanted to meet her at
the same time.  She seemed so overwhelmed, but emotional as well.  When I
finally got to hug her, I whispered in her ear, "What's wrong?"

She moved back and looked at me.  "I just feel so welcome here, and they
all seem to want me to be a part of their family.  I haven't felt like this
in a long, long time.  It is very nice."  Tears rolled down her face, but
she smiled.

Pizza had been ordered and, after it arrived, it was placed on the kitchen
table with paper plates and napkins.  A cooler full of soda and beer was
iced down, and everyone helped themselves.  No restrictions were put on who
could have which.

I started for a soda, but Hank said, "You can have one beer, and then I'll
cut you off," and smiled.  I picked up a beer.  People moved to seats
throughout the living room and dining room.  I tried to count, but the kids
moved around, so I stopped trying after I got to twenty.

The brothers and their families shared stories.  I mostly sat back and
listened, trying to get all the names straight and who went with whom.  It
was amazing how much alike all the brothers looked.  Ted, the oldest, was
just a bit stouter than the others, but, otherwise, there were only minor
differences in looks.  They all seemed so open and friendly.  And caring,
as they offered to take things to the kitchen or bring back seconds, or
another drink.

After dinner, Hank took me on a tour of the cabin.  Cabin wasn't the right
word it was more like a lodge.  The upstairs held all the bedrooms and
bathrooms.  The main level held the living and dining rooms and kitchen,
the pantry, and what I guess was the Master bedroom.  Then in the basemen,t
there were two large areas divided for men and women, with saunas, hot
tubs, showers, and changing rooms.  There was a play room with an air
hockey table and several electronic games, like you would see in an arcade.
Attached to the game room was a card room, with two poker tables, a fridge,
and sound system.  The video room was amazing.  It was set up like a
theatre with more than two dozen seats.  Big screen and projector made the
room a perfect theatre.  There was even a popcorn machine and another
fridge.

I was agog with all of this!  Outside, there were two more hot tubs made
out of redwood.  And then there was a large lawn area leading off to a
forest and a creek, I was told.

One of the brothers said, "Time for a sauna."  This was met with the
approval of the other brothers, so we were herded into the changing room.
Everyone was stripping off clothes and hanging them on hooks along one
wall.  There was much kidding about gained weight or lack of muscle tone.
"Yeah, you think I have lost some muscle; I can take you in wrestling
anytime," Nick said to Bill.

And it was true: there were now 9 naked men in the room, me included, and 8
of them were great specimens of the masculine male.  Some of the hair
patterns were different; some were thicker than others, but you could
definitely see the family genes at work.

Mike's friend (wasn't sure of the relationship between the two of them) was
named Matt, and if anyone looked a bit less than the standard that Hank's
brothers set, it was him.  I felt that he and I were outsiders here.  I
could also see what Hank meant about Bill and Will; indeed they could be
brothers; and twin brothers at that.

Guys were using the urinals along the wall (yeah, amazing, urinals in a
home!) and gathering towels.  I felt very self conscious being in this
group.  It was Harry that broke the ice for me.  "Looks like you got
yourself a real stud there, Hank."  That made everyone look at me and, of
course, I blushed and tried to cover myself with a towel.

 That brought laughter, and Bill grabbed my towel and pulled it away.  "And
he knows how to use that thing as well."  More laughter, and I looked at
Hank, who gave me a slight nod, telling me it was all in good fun and to
just go with it.

"Well, Bill should know, because he certainly wanted me to use it on him
enough times when he came to visit!"  And I actually took my dick in hand
and wiggled it at him.

Will laughed and then said, "That's why he enjoyed his visit with your
brother!"  More laughter.

We got into the sauna; with everyone sitting on towels, no one covered up.
They asked how Hank and I met.  Hank had me tell the story, but filled in
now and then.

I mentioned something along the lines of I didn't have the advantage of
guys to have circle jerks with, and that brought another round of laughter.
"You remember Hank's first time joining us?" Nick asked.

"Yeah, we weren't sure he was actually going to be able to shoot," Mike
said.

"Yeah, right," Hank said. "You just wanted me there to give you a blow job,
Mike."  That brought more laughter.  Will and Matt were asked about their
experiences as kids while growing up, and how they learned about jerking
off.

Matt's was the strangest and weirdest, in a way.  "I had this friend and we
became very close.  One night, when he stayed overnight at my house, we got
to talking about sex.  Naturally," he said, and everyone laughed.  "He
asked if I jerked off.  I hemmed and hawed, but admitted I wasn't sure what
he meant.  I asked him if he did.  He nodded.  I asked him how he learned
about it.  He told me his older brother taught him.  His brother was four
years older than him."

Matt paused for a second, as if considering if he should continue on.  "He
then told me how his brother got him to give a blowjob, and before long was
fucking him.  The first time was like raped, from what I can gather, but he
liked it."

Matt looked around, "My mouth went wide while he told this.  Here I was,
not sure what jerking off was, and he was telling me about blowing and
fucking.  I was blown away.  He showed me what jerking off was, and I did
it with him, but nothing came out.  It felt so strange."

"He asked me if I wanted a blow job, or to fuck him.  I didn't know about
those things, so I said no.  The next day we went to his house.  His
brother was there and after Arnie, my friend, introduced me to his brother,
Charlie, Charlie said, `Why don't you show your friend what you can do.'
Arnie blushed, but moved over, unbuttoned his pants, and took out Charlie's
dick and began to suck on it.  It got huge!  Now you must remember what it
was like when you were a kid and saw your first big dick.  I was amazed
that Arnie could take so much of it.  Before long, Charlie pulled Arnie's
mouth off his dick, and shot all over Arnie's face.  Charlie laughed, and
smeared it all over his face.

"Charlie was about to ask me something, when Arnie's dad poked his head
into the room.  He looked around, and then called Arnie and me to follow
him.  We went to what had to be the dad's bedroom.

"Arnie introduced me to his dad; then the dad told Arnie to strip.  I
watched in amazement as Arnie obeyed, and then laid on the bed on his
stomach.  His dad smiled, undid his pants, and pulled his dick out of the
fly of his boxers.  He moved up behind Arnie, lifted his waist, and pushed
himself into Arnie's hole.

"Arnie moaned in a combination of pain and pleasure.  His dad began to fuck
him, then looked over at me and spotted my tented shorts.  `Why don't you
take those down and get in front of him.  He gives great head,' the dad
said.  I didn't know what head was.  But I stripped off my shorts and
underpants, and moved on the bed in front of Arnie.  It was sex, and I
wanted it.

"Arnie started sucking my cock, and I was lost in the sensations.  His
father kept pounding his ass, and Arnie kept begging him to fuck him
harder.  I shot, really shot, for my first time, into Arnie's mouth after
only about a minute or so.  Finally, Arnie's dad grunted and pushed deeply
in Arnie.  I know now that he shot his load, but I could only guess at that
then.  Arnie moaned as his dad withdrew from him; Arnie had shot on the
bedspread below him.  I wondered at the time, how he could have cum without
touching himself.

Matt looked around, and I did as well.  Dicks were in various stages of
growing.  "After that, I learned a lot about man to man sex!  His dad and
his brother ended up fucking me.  Whenever I visited Arnie's house, we were
expected to be naked and ready anytime the brother or the dad wanted sex.
Arnie told me that his brother fucked him at least every night before he
went to bed, and had him suck him off every morning, while he sat on the
toilet."

"Wow," Mike said.  "I have heard that before, but it blows my mind every
time I hear it.  I think it is wild that you had so much sex as a kid, but
I wonder about the dad that would do that to his son."

"I know what you mean. I asked Arnie about it, and he said his dad loved
him and spoiled him.  He said his brother protected him.  He could sleep
with either one, and they would let him cuddle up to them while he slept.
He said he really liked his family."

"Whatever happened to him," Ted asked, as he played with his dick.

"We went to different colleges, but I recently tracked him down and started
emailing with him.  He says every time he goes home, his father expects to
use him, and Charlie, too, if he is around.  He thinks it is a great family
reunion.  But he has found a guy at college that he is interested in, who
wants Arnie to stop with his dad and his brother.  He is struggling with
that right now."

Harry spoke up then.  "That was wild!  And I thought we had a wild family!"
He looked around at the growing dicks, and laughed.  "I mean, we did all
those things, but among the brothers, and no one was ever forced or
expected to do something."

Bill laughed and said, "Yes, except every time I was in the shower, you
would join me and expect me to suck you off."

Harry blushed and said, "Yeah, that's because you were always begging me to
let you.  You couldn't get enough of my cock.  You kept going on about how
big it was."

Nick said, "It's about time we checked on the size issue, especially since
we have two new brothers in the group."  He looked at Matt and me.

Hank then directed us.  "Everyone get hard and then line up.  We are going
dick to dick; I'll pair you up - the longest dick between the two, stays
standing until there is no one left."  He smiled wickedly, "And the one
with the shortest dick has to suck the longest one!"

I thought at first he was joking, but he wasn't.  I looked around and
watched as the brother's played with their dicks until they were hard.  I
didn't need to play; Hank pointed that out to everyone.  "It's why I call
him Sir Everhard!"  and they laughed.

Between the heat of the room and the heat of all the sex in the room, I was
beginning to feel light-headed.  As they got hard, they moved to the floor
for Hank to examine.  They put their dicks together and Hank grabbed both
of them and straightened them out.  He would move them together until one
dick was touching the other guy's body.  The one that wasn't touching was
eliminated.

There was great laughter while all this was going on.  By the time it was
my turn, I was dripping, for which I received much kidding.  Turned out
that Will had the longest dick, but not by much; we were all relatively the
same size; and Harry ended up being the shortest.

With much razzing, Will self consciously stood in the center of the room,
while Harry knelt and took his cock.  Harry looked around the room and
smiled, "I guess there are some advantages of having a little cock.  I get
to taste a new cock!"

With that, he began to work on Will's cock.  I looked around the room and
saw that the other brothers were stroking their cocks.  This was too wild -
seeing all these brothers jerking off.  I felt a hand on my cock, and
thought that it would be Hanks, but it was Ted's.  He smiled that "Hank"
smile when I looked up at him.

It was so wild, and I got all lost in the lust and the heat of the moment.
The sauna was filled with moans and groans.  It was as if this was a group
of horny high school boys, that Hank was always describing, rather than
guys ranging in age from 27 to 18.

Harry must have really done a number on Will, because Will was holding onto
Harry's head, as much for support as for giving Harry direction.  Will
moaned and gasped, and I knew that he was shooting his load.  Harry managed
to deep throat the whole thing while Will shot.  Then Harry coated the
floor with his own cum that spouted from his cock, which he had been
jerking while sucking Will.

That was like a trigger for the whole room.  Gasps and moans and groans
filled the place, along with the hot bleachy smell of cum, as everyone lost
their load.  There was much laughter and ribbing as we all filed out of the
sauna and hit the cold shower.

After that, It was off to the hot tub, until we were called for by Hank's
dad.  We all showered and, again, there was much kidding and joking as the
brothers flipped towels, splashed cold water, and played grab ass.  Mike
managed to grab my dick and got me worked up, to the laughter and cat calls
of "Sir Everhard".

We dressed and went back upstairs, where dessert was served - warm apple
pie with ice cream.  The women then went off for their time in the sauna,
and we were left with the parents and the kids.  So we took the kids and
went down to the movie room, and Ted figured out the dvd player, and we
were off to the land of far, far away with Shrek.

The kids loved it, and I got caught up in replaying events of the evening,
as I often do.  I thought that I had been whisked off to the land of far,
far away.  I couldn't even imagine what might be in store for the rest of
the long weekend; it was just the first evening!  I mentally shook my head,
and Donkey made some sexual innuendo that was lost on the children.

*** To all who have written, I do appreciate the comments, suggestions and
ideas.  They are always welcome.  harryrod575@yahoo.com

hope your Thanksgiving is great - hopefully a couple more chapters before
Thanksgiving.

have fun

harry