Kyle and Hank

****As always, my characters take place in a world of fiction and do not use condoms. But in the real world they would -- play safe and have fun -- harry.

Chapter 1 -

As soon as I entered my dorm room for the first time, I saw a note taped to my desk. It read:

Hi --

I am your roommate, Hank Thomas I am from Tucson, AZ I have 5 older brothers I have taken the left half of the room (south side) You have the right side (north side) My rules for you to be a successful roommate:

1. I like to gamble; I will bet on anything.

2. I am very competitive; I expect to win

3. When both of us are in the room and listening to music, I expect you to use headphones, as I will do as well.

4. My stuff is my stuff; don't touch it.

5. The stuff in the fridge, if it isn't yours, don't touch it

6. I like to be naked when I am home, so I expect that you will be as well, so neither of us will feel uncomfortable.

7. If I am having someone over, I don't expect you to sleep in the common room most of the time. Just come in, stay on your side of the room, and ignore us. I will do the same. If I don't want you in the room, I will leave a note on the door. You do the same.

8. Lights out at 2 am and no noise after that.

9. We will run 3 days a week at 7 am -- Monday, Wednesday and Friday. And yes, I did say we. If I am in shape, I expect my roommate to be as well. During the winters, we will run on the indoor track; otherwise, we will develop a course through the campus.

10. I expect to study and, when I study, I expect that you will also be studying, or keeping the room so that it is conducive to studying.

11. I don't loan money and I won't borrow money.

12. If we get any food or something for the room, we will split the costs.

13. Any questions? If I am not around, email me. I check email throughout the day from wherever I am on campus.

Let's have a good year!

Hank

Wow, he certainly sounded like he was used to being in charge! And naked -- that was the one line that stuck out in the whole note. I saw that and stopped reading. I got a little panicky and had to go back and reread the note to get everything else.

A little about me: my name is Kyle - I am a freshman here. I am about 6 feet tall, about 190 pounds, with a swimmers body. I like to swim, and have been swimming since I was 5. I never competed, except with family and friends. I have brown hair, which is bushy, with brown eyes, and very little body hair. I have measured my cock, and it is 3 inches when soft, and about 7 inches when hard. I have seen other guys describe themselves, and always smile when they say that other people say they are handsome. I am kind of the same way. I wouldn't say that I am good looking, but girls have said that I look cute, not that I hang around with girls a lot, or guys for that matter. I guess you would say I am shy. I am an only child, and my dad died when I was young, so my mom raised me. I have a couple of great uncles who have taken me for camping trips and backpacking trips with their kids, but most of the time I just stayed to myself.

I have known that I like guys since I was 12 or 13. But I have never told anyone, and I have never been with another guy. I have always used my imagination and, when I discovered porn on the internet, have read and seen many things there; so I understand what can go on between two guys, and I try to imagine what it would feel like. I always went to dances and things with girls when I had to, but never did anything with them. It never interested me to even try.

So the thought of seeing my roommate naked all the times worries me. I am sure that I will be "throwing a rod," as they say, if he looks good and sits around naked, especially if he expects me to be naked as well. I find the thought of being naked in front of others a turn on, and have often imagined it, and it always gets me hard. So this prospect worries me.

I looked around the room. It is 8 feet wide and 10 or 12 feet long. There are beds on opposite walls, leaving about 4 or 5 feet between them. On the wall between them is a window with a pull down blind. On each wall is a desk and a dresser, and each side of the door holds a closet. Off to one side of the room, near the front, is a door to a toilet. No shower, just a toilet and sink. The showers are down the hall in the community bathroom.

Hank's side of the room was all laid out. His computer was set up on his desk with speakers. His phone was on the desk, and his desk was neatly arranged with stapler, pens, paperclips, etc. His dresser top was arranged with a shaving kit; some bottles or cologne or body spray or something; and a picture of him and his brothers. His bed was made with blue sheets and a blue comforter. I peeked in his closet, and it was nice and orderly.

His side has the door to the toilet, and in the same spot on my wall is a fridge/microwave combo.

My side was sterile and utilitarian, without anything. I put down my computer bag on top of the 2 duffle bags I had set down, in order to read the note. I didn't have a lot of stuff. Mom had managed to work out a state loan for me to go to college, but there wasn't much extra, so I was here on a shoe string. My uncles had gotten together and gotten me the laptop for graduation, so I at least had a decent computer for school, and a printer.

As I went about putting my few things away and making my bed, I kept picturing Hank in my mind, naked. It kept making my cock twitch. I should say my cock and I are fast friends, especially him and my hand. I talk to my cock, and discuss guys or stories I am reading. I am always interested in his reaction. I don't know why, but my Mom thought I had an imaginary friend, and I never corrected her on that. She is a good mom, but is clueless about boys and sex.

All I had ever heard in my house, and from my uncles, were comments about how terrible gays were and how they shouldn't be allowed this or that, and every time something came up on the news about gay rights or gays, they made very dismissive and derogatory remarks. This only added to my guilt about my feelings. And my church didn't help either, with the preacher going on about every month or so about sinful living, which included two people of the same sex living together. He never mentioned the sex, just alluded to it, like the mere mention of it would be repulsive.

Yeah, I carried around a lot of guilt. So the thought of being found out by someone filled me with fear and made me a little paranoid. Now I was rooming with a guy that not only was going to walk around naked all the time, but expected me to as well. College was going to be more difficult than I had imagined.

All this was rolling around in my head as I put away my few things. My chest of drawers only had stuff in two of the drawers and the same was true of my desk and closet. It wasn't like I was poor or anything. Well, maybe I was, but we got by and had what we needed; just not a lot extra. I got a monthly allowance. I hated the word allowance, but that is what Mom called it; made me sound like I was 10 or 12. So I had to make do with just that, and no more. My meals were already paid for with my dorm room, so I didn't know how much I would be ordering in or buying food for the room, as Hank had mentioned.

I had just gotten everything put away and was logging into my computer when the door opened and in walks this guy. "Hi, I'm Hank, your roommate."

He was a very handsome man. I got caught up in taking all of him in, in one glance, and didn't respond right away. He stood there and I got up and said, "Hi, Kyle, I'm Hank," and held out my hand. Then my mind replayed what I had just said, so I said, "I mean, um, hi Hank, I'm Kyle, your roommate."

He grinned and grabbed my hand and gave it a strong squeeze and a shake. I was still mesmerized by him. He stood about an inch shorter than me, but he made up for it in presence. He seemed to loom and command the room. He had jet black hair, piercing blue eyes, and a pale complexion that only made his dark hair stand out more, along with his shadow of a beard on his face. His arms had the same dark hair, but not thick - just a covering of it. It didn't hide the muscles and veins that traveled up and down his arms. His square jaw and smile were disarming.

He stood there in shorts and a t-shirt -- some surf shop, or something. His shorts were tan and the shirt black, so again it contrasted with his exposed skin.

"I see you have settled in. Did you get my note?" I nodded, still not trusting that I could make a coherent statement. "Good. Any questions? Anything you didn't understand?" I shook my head. "Good. Then we should get along fine."

He sat his backpack on the chair of his desk. He then pulled his t-shirt off over his head and toed off his trainers, all at the same time. He unzipped his shorts, and pushed them and his boxers to the floor in one quick motion, and just like that he was naked. I tried to look away, but didn't want to miss seeing his crotch as he moved to the closet to hang his shirt and shorts on a hook, and to drop his shoes on the floor in the one vacant spot on the floor.

He turned and looked at me, waiting. I tried not to stare at his crotch and quickly averted my eyes, but not until the image of his cock and balls was seared into my brain. His skin was so white that it contrasted with his black hair, which was a thick mass of hair around a cock that looked similar to mine in size and length, with two egg-shaped balls that hung down low at equal lengths in their sack.

"Okay, you read the rules. Are you going to make us both feel uncomfortable?" He asked, not in a rude way, but just with an air of authority.

Again, I didn't trust my voice, so I shook my head and reached up to pull the t-shirt over my head. When I had it off, he said, "Look, I'll bet you five bucks that you are going to blush when you take off your underwear."

He looked at me and smiled. I didn't comment and went about unbuttoning and then unzipping my shorts. He was watching me intently, like he was reading my mind or my body language. "And I'll bet you another $10 bucks that you spring a boner, when you take off your boxers." By that time he could see the top of my boxers.

I WAS blushing now as I let my shorts drop to the floor. I was looking at the floor, and not at him. As I put my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts, he said, with a bit of smile to his voice, "And another 5 bucks that you are circumcised."

I was redder yet, as I pushed my boxers down to the floor, and then raised back up to stand up straight. I knew without looking that George was getting hard.

Hank just laughed and said, "I knew it! Blushing, hard, and cut. Pay up, roomie; twenty bucks." He came over and clapped me on the shoulder and laughed again.

"Hey, it's okay. Lots of guys get hard when they have to undress in front of a stranger. It doesn't freak me out at all. I am sure that you are going to see me hard plenty of times, so don't worry about it." He had reached up and ruffled my hair, and then he added, "Just pay up."

I still hadn't said a word as I picked up my shorts, found my wallet, and dug out a twenty, which only left me one more for the rest of the week. Shit, I couldn't keep this up; otherwise, I would be broke before the end of the first day! But the thought of seeing him hard really got me going.

I handed him the money and looked up at his face. He had a friendly smile on and said, "We are going to have fun together," as he went to his dresser, opened the top drawer and put the bill inside. I was looking at his ass, as he turned. It flexed and became concave as he moved and it was covered with the same light coating of black hair. His back was well muscled and his narrow waist led to broad shoulders. His legs were as well muscled and had that same hair that covered his arms and ass. I wanted to run my hands through it!

Shit! My dick was never going to go down if I kept this up. Hank turned around and looked me up and down, as if making an inspection. "Pretty fit. You should do fine with our running. Maybe you will join me for some weights on Tuesday and Thursday afternoon, and we can add some more definition to your body."

I blushed at his appraisal of my body and wanted to cover my cock with my hands, but felt it would be an obvious move. He didn't seem to be bothered by it - he was just standing there naked, and my eyes traveled over the front of his body this time. The same hair coated his chest and led in a trail to his navel and then on down to his thick crotch hair. His pecs were defined and the muscles of his abs were obvious.

I had learned that the neat way the muscles around his waist cut down towards his crotch was called the "belt of atlas," and I liked it. His was more pronounced than mine. His feet seemed muscled as well, and the veins on the tops were as prominent as the ones on his arms and hands. His hands were on his hips now and I looked up to his face and saw him smile again, "Like what you see?"

I blushed again, and he said, "Its okay. Hey, if I go around naked, I have to get used to people looking at me. I don't mind. I like the way my body looks and I don't mind sharing it."

That made me think of something then and I cleared my throat, so I could speak. "What do we do if someone comes to visit?"

He laughed and I liked his laugh, "That depends. If it is anyone I bring over, then I will be naked as I always am and expect you to do likewise. I allow boxers, so if you have someone over and don't want to be naked in front of them, then wear your boxers and I will do the same if I am in the room." He looked at me with that air of authority and said, "That okay with you?"

I nodded and thought again, "What about girls?" and blushed.

"Same rules apply. If I bring a girl here, I will be naked. You can bet your ass on that, and you know I like to bet. And I expect you to be naked as well when you are here. If you have a girl over and you are in boxers, then I will be as well. If you are naked, then I will be as well. Make sense?"

"Yes, Sir."

I don't know what made me say that, but he chuckled and said, "I like that, but you don't have to call me Sir. We are the same age." He paused and then said, "Now put away those clothes. I want us to have a neat room, so no throwing your dirty clothes around the room."

He watched as I picked up my clothes and then said, "And I bet you five bucks you have a hash mark in your boxers." I blushed at the thought of showing my boxers to my roommate. He reached over and took them from me. He held them up and then looked inside. "Yes! Just as I thought. That's five bucks, roomie." He looked at me again, up and down and added, "Shall I bet again that there are piss stains on the front?"

I didn't trust my voice, and shook my head. I couldn't afford to keep betting with him.

"Okay, how about cum stains?" I got really red then and grabbed my boxers from him and went to my closet and opened it. I put my stuff on the hook in the closet and dropped the shoes with the other pair on the floor. I closed the door and turned and bumped right into Hank.

"Not much stuff," he said in a conversational tone as he backed up. My cock twitched a bit at the contact with his naked body. It sent a thrill up my body to be so close to a naked man, and then to actually touch him...and with my cock! Whoa! I wasn't going to last an hour like this.

I guess he saw my discomfort, because he backed off a bit and then moved over and sprawled out on his bed. "My apologies, didn't mean to be nosey." He looked for my reaction and then said, "Hey, let's get the background stuff out of the way and maybe that will help break the ice. I'll bet you five bucks that..." and I cut him off.

"Hank, I need to tell you something and don't get mad. But I don't have that kind of money to continue to bet money with you, especially if you are going to win all the time. And you have got to have me agree to a bet before you assume I am in on it." I had said that in a rush and was embarrassed at having to say it, but it needed to be said.

"Kyle, thanks for letting me know. I will come up with other stuff then, like laundry, or making copies, or getting books from the library, or something, if you can't deal with the money thing. And I will make sure you agree to the bet before assuming. But as I said in the note, I love to bet and I love to win. You can always come up with things to bet on that you think you will win as well. In fact, I would like that. I like to be challenged. I like to try to succeed at new things, and always like to better myself, and I like to try new things. So go for it and, again, thanks for being candid with me." He propped his head up on one hand and absent mindedly scratched his crotch, which brought my focus right back to his cock and balls.

I had never spent so much time naked with another guy just talking. I mean, of course, I had changed in the locker rooms for gym, but I had only had 2 classes of that during my entire high school year, so it wasn't like it was an everyday thing. And I liked looking at guys, but hadn't had much chance to do it live. Usually it was pictures on the internet.

"So let me start," Hank said, not paying any attention to my staring at his crotch. I moved over and sat in my desk chair facing him.

"Let's see, I am the youngest of 5 boys. The five of us shared 2 bedrooms and one bathroom growing up, until the oldest ones began moving out. Last year there was just my next older brother Bill and I at home. The others had moved out, either to college or onto jobs after college. Bill and I shared one bedroom, as my dad had made the other bedroom into his office.

"So I never had any privacy, and we didn't have air conditioning at our house. So naked was the way to go much of the year. Besides, the only clothes I had were hand me downs from my other brothers, and by the time it got to me it had been worn out by the four brothers before me. So as I grew up, everyone was wearing everyone else's clothes as we got closer in size. So nothing was every mine; it was just there to be used.

"There was one bed in each room. One was a bigger bed than the other and I always got stuck in that one with 2 of my brothers, until they began to move out. So there was always at least one other brother in the room, in the bed, sharing clothes with me, and always someone else in the bathroom with you. So I guess I am trying to explain why I am not shy about being naked around other guys." He smiled that disarming smile of his.

"My dad worked in the factory all the time, and my Mom worked teaching school. I had some aunts and uncles, but only one uncle lived in the same town with us. My grandparents were in different states, one set in California and one set in Nevada, so I only got to see them on holidays and all.

"In school, it was all about sports with my brothers and me. It was a way to get into college, and so we were drilled on competing and winning. You had to win in order to succeed, and to get a scholarship. Baseball and football were my best sports, but we all had to try out for everything.

"But school work was just as important, with a teacher for a Mom. She made us crack the books as much as Dad made us hit the dirt. So I actually got my scholarship for grades to come here. Then my Mom's dad gave me a fund for college, so I actually got to go out and get my own clothes, computer, etc. So different for me than from what I had growing up.

"So I understand the money situation and I am glad you told me, but we have to bet something, because I have to bet, and I have to try to win. So what do you say? What do you want to bet?"

I had listened to his story with interest, and his description of his living conditions created images in my mind of 5 guys together in a small space and naked and sleeping together -- wow! But it gave me an idea on a way to win some money.

"I, ah, bet you five bucks that you have fucked a girl?"

He laughed and slapped the bed. "Okay, you got me on that one!" He chuckled again. "Okay we are square now on the last five bucks I won with your hash marks." He smiled again. "Good one." Then he looked at me.

"I'll bet you five bucks that you haven't fucked a girl. Deal?"

I blushed and shook my head. He laughed again. It wasn't a laugh of ridicule, it was just a good natured laugh.

"Okay, so you won't bet, but you just answered the question." He grinned as I tried to figure out how to respond to that.

"Okay, so back to histories. Tell me about yourself." He lay back on the bed, and I continued to look at him as I told him about myself. I covered my family status and school and swimming with him. He would say "uh, huh" or "hmmmm." He wasn't looking at me, but he appeared to be taking it in, because when he finished, he rose up and looked at me.

"So an only kid with a single Mom must have been tough growing up. And you have only your uncles for male role models had to be tough." He sounded sincere. But I was so used to guys at school acting nice, and then pulling some prank on me, that it was hard not to be skeptical. But I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

"Yeah, it was. But it wasn't bad; we got by and had some fun. Saturday movies were our big time out together. Mom loves her movies, and I hardly find one that I can't enjoy, so it was our time to touch base every week." I realized that I was going to miss those weekly get togethers.

And for some reason I liked Hank being in charge, giving directions, asking questions, telling me the rules, seemingly to treat me like a brother. His authority seemed natural, and it made me feel comfortable that someone else had things under control. I had always had to be "the man in charge" at home, and it had always been challenging.

"That must have been fun. Our time was that Saturday afternoon football game in the backyard. Dad would ref and Mom would make a picnic dinner for afterwards. When we finished, we were dirty, smelly, and exhausted. We would eat a hearty dinner and then head into the shower. Can you imagine 5 guys trying to shower in one bathroom? It seemed like there was always someone in the bathroom with me, and sometimes two; two in the showers almost always and then someone at the sink or toilet."

That got my imagination going and my cock that had finally gone down during my dissertation on my family life, now stirred in my lap.

"I am going to veg out here and read for a bit while you finish setting up your laptop and stuff." He picked up a paperback book and began to read. I saw that it was a science fiction story, and smiled. Well, at least we had that in common. Once again, he was giving directions and it seemed fine with me.

Hank lay on his back with his book propped on his chest, reading. This allowed me to scan his body while I sat at my desk. I could turn and stare as long as I wanted. It was so amazing to be this close to a naked man and just be able to drink in the view.

After a few minutes, he put down his book, turned on his side and fell asleep. He had turned so he was now facing straight into my bunk. I got up from my desk and went over to my bed, lay down, and enjoyed the naked man lying just 3 feet away from me. I spent the next 20 minutes scanning his body from top to bottom.

It was amazing to see the way his hair made patterns on his chest, arms, and legs. I couldn't get over the thick abundance of black hair around his cock. And the hair seemed to be almost perfectly straight. At one point he rolled over and lay on his stomach, letting me spend time looking over his back side.

I had gotten so hard thinking about his naked body and what it must smell like or what it must taste like, that I finally, very quietly, got up and tip-toed to the bathroom, closed the door, and sat down and jerked off. It didn't take long, because I was so on edge from fantasizing about his naked body, and what he could do to me with it.

I grabbed some toilet paper and cleaned up; I didn't want him seeing any evidence on me when he woke up. I began to get hard again, thinking of him jerking off. He said I would probably see him hard, and I couldn't wait to see him this way. I flushed after wiping my dick one more time.

I opened the door, and there was Hank, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, and then stretching. I loved the way the muscles under his arms moved as he did that. He smiled and said, "Mornin," and laughed.

He walked past me, stood over the toilet, and said, "Ready to get some dinner?" and then he began to piss. He was one of those guys that sound like they are going to over flow the toilet when he pisses. It was flowing out fast and hard. I turned to answer his question, and caught a glimpse of his cock pissing, and then moved up to his face.

He caught me looking, but only smiled, and I was stumbling for words, but managed a "Yes, sounds good, whatever you want to do."

He smiled and said, "Alrighty then," and he flipped his cock a couple of times to get the last drops off, and then walked out of the bathroom towards me, without flushing. I guess he caught my look between him and the toilet because he laughed and said, "Sorry. It is a habit from our house to conserve water. The saying was `If it is yellow it's mellow; if it's brown flush it down.' Everyone said that from the time I can remember. So it is sort of ingrained. Do you want me to flush it?"

"No. No, whatever. I guess it is good to conserve water." I was still focusing on him pissing in front of me. I mean I had seen guys use urinals and all at school, stores, etc., but no one had just hung one out there and let me watch them piss. My cock stirred a bit.

He looked down at me as he walked by. Then he reached over and wiped the end of my cock and looked at his hand. "Been in the bathroom, rubbing one off?"

I blushed and looked down. "Hey, it's okay. All guys do it, so don't be embarrassed. I have been caught by my brothers, until I learned to just do it like they did in the bedroom, in the shower, in bed, where ever. Nothing to be ashamed of. I am not embarrassed or upset. You will probably see me jerking off eventually, as I am certainly not going to hide or think that it is wrong or be embarrassed by it. It is just a natural thing." He ruffled my hair again and said, "Glad to see my roommie is normal."

He was in the room, looked at me, and said, "Well, let's get dressed, so we can go eat." He opened his closet as I opened mine. He looked at mine again, and at the shorts I brought out, then said, "Hey, we are about the same size. Why don't you see if these fit you." He handed me his shorts. They had his boxers inside of them. I bent to pull them on as he turned to get some other clothes out.

It was exciting to put on his underwear, to have my cock where his had been. My cock stirred again, and I was glad I was pulling on the boxers and shorts to hide my reaction. I was buttoning them up when he turned, looked at me up and down, and then said, "I meant just the shorts; I didn't mean my boxers as well."

I blushed and started to unbutton the shorts when he said, "I guess it is okay. As long as your Johnson doesn't mind being where mine has been!" He laughed. He walked over to his dresser and opened the drawer. He started to pull out another pair when he turned and said, "Hell, why dirty another pair. Just give me yours and I'll wear them, and we can switch back when we get back to the room."

Again, I was mute as I turned and got my boxers off of the hook and handed them to him. As he slid them on, I thought about how he had checked them out and had seen the hash marks in them. I decided not to say anything as I didn't want to embarrass myself again.

He pulled on a pair of shorts and I was getting my t-shirt on. He pulled on his shirt and then slid into some flip flops. I got out my tennis shoes and socks and sat down at my desk to put them on. He looked over at me, "No sandals?"

I shook my head, "Well, here I have another pair of these. It isn't like we need to dress up for dinner, and it isn't like we are going to stay dressed for a long time." He reached in his closet and brought out another pair of flip flops and tossed them to me.

I caught them, slid them on, and put away my shoes. "Thank you. You are being too generous."

He reached over and ruffled my hair again and said, "Hey, I have got to take care of my roommie, right? We are going to be best buds for the next 9 months, right?"

"Right," I said, and thought about nine months of Hank's naked body, and thought that I was going to spend a lot of time in the toilet jerking off over the next nine months. Man, Hank seemed like the perfect roommate for me.

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