I brought up my porn and looked at guys doing all kinds of things with other guys and wondered if I would ever get to do any of those things with Hank? My emotions were once again running wild. I was angry at Hank for being with girls; and for making the delivery guy show up while I was naked and hard. I was jealous of Hank being with a girl. I felt he was my friend, my big brother, and my roommate. I was angry/jealous of Hank being with Todd and leaving me out of that. I was nervous about tonight's photo shoot. I was ecstatic about the money I was making, and worried that greed would make me do stupid things. I wondered what Hank would say if I told him I was gay. Should I tell him I was gay?
What a mess my life had become in such a short period of time. I should just go back to being the introverted geek that was a loner. Would I be better off? But I liked having a brother and someone to make decisions, and someone to jerk off with. Man, I was a wreck. My cock was hard and I stroked it a couple of times, and then realized that I should have forwarded some of the pictures of Hank over to my computer.
So I got up and moved over to his computer. I moved the bag of food, blushing again at the thought of the delivery guy seeing me naked and hard. But then my cock throbbed at the thought. I called up my email program and set up an email to myself, and attached several pictures of Hank, trying to ignore the one of him and the girl. Damn, but that bothered me!
I had just hit the send button when Hank came in. He looked at me at his computer, and smiled. He closed the door and began pulling off his clothes. I looked to see if his cock was wet from cum, but it didn't appear to be. He was saying, "So taking in a little porn?" He walked up behind me when he was naked and put his hands on my shoulder. Man, I liked that!
I was closing my email, and his porn folder was open, and all the thumbnails were visible. "Oh, this folder. Yeah, some wild pictures of me, my brothers, and the guys. The folder with all the women is down at the bottom, labeled `XW', unless you are getting off looking at me and my naked friends." He laughed, and clapped me on the shoulders.
He reached over and took the mouse. "Although I think this one is wild." He double clicked on one and it enlarged. It was the picture of Hank fucking a girl. Shit, he was rubbing it in my face. I felt my anger rising. I didn't want this flaunted in my face. He was chuckling. "Yeah, got this picture of my brother nailing a girl. In fact, I got him with a couple of different girls!"
He laughed again, and I felt pressure release. His brother! It wasn't him! Damn! That made me feel better! It was such a relief, and I think I sighed as I relaxed out of the emotion that had been building.
"Yeah, not that he really cared, but from the bathroom you could look into his room, and I always checked on him when he had a girl in his room, and started bringing my camera with me. I always thought it was funny to see his ass pumping up and down over some girl." He chuckled again. "He always tried to be quiet, but I could hear his little grunts as he pumped into the girl as he got close, and he would shush the girl to keep her from making too much noise. Afterwards, he would walk around smiling for hours."
He moved and looked at my face and added, "Look, it's not like I am a pervert. I told you there wasn't a lot of privacy around our house. And when one of my brothers brought a girl home, it was practically a given that they would end up on one of our beds fucking away."
He chuckled again. "We made the brother that had fucked on the bed either sleep on the wet spot or change the sheets!" He thought for a moment, and let out another burst of laughter. "There was one time when 2 of them had used the bed, about an hour apart, and that night they both had to sleep on a wet spot!"
He clapped me on the shoulders and said, "See what you have to look forward to?" I wasn't sure what he meant by that. Did that mean he was going to fuck a girl in his bed and, when we slept together after that, we would be sleeping on the wet spot? I was confused. I didn't want him fucking a girl in our room. In fact, I didn't want him having a girl in our room!
"Let's eat!" he said, grabbing the bag.
He opened containers and made two plates of food, handed one to me, and then sat down on my desk chair. "Good choices! I like this place; good healthy food. Steamed vegetables and meat, with brown rice and just a light sauce." He opened our fridge and brought out a couple of bottles of water. He handed me one and then opened his.
"So, we are all set for the Friday night poker game. Todd has arranged to get a table in his room, and there will be 3 other guys besides the two of us." He looked over at me and read something in my face, probably my concern, and said, "Do you want to practice some? We could do it tomorrow night after we get our studying done."
I thought for a moment, and nodded, as I had my mouth full.
"Maybe we can play the strip version, betting clothes instead of chips." He laughed, and added, "And if you run out of clothes, you can get tasks, chores, or sexual favors." He saw the look on my face, and laughed. "Hey, I am just trying to keep you from losing your money!" He laughed again, and then went back to eating.
We talked about classes then. Well, mainly he did, as I had not paid a great deal of attention during most of my classes, and I was going to have to get over that. I had a bunch of assignments to work on and needed to buckle down and get some work done. Then I remembered our modeling session was at 7:00 and it was already 6:30 pm.
Shit! I was nervous and anxious about the session. It seemed like it was going to be much more sexual than the other session, which had gotten me turned on, as `simple' as it was.
"Kyle. Earth to Kyle!" Hank was waving the hand with his chopsticks back and forth, and then he whistled. "Hello. Where did you go?"
I finished chewing and said, "Thinking about our session tonight and the one we had this afternoon." I chuckled and said, "I thoroughly abused poor Aunt Edna this afternoon just to keep it together. I get a knot in my stomach thinking about tonight and what he has in mind. I mean I had to fight to keep from throwing a rod, and, as it was, I was leaking and had to have him hand me a tissue!" I blushed at the thought.
"Yeah, some of those girls were paying a lot of attention to our equipment, and I thought I was going to spring one myself. So I had to do my own mental gymnastics to keep it together," he smiled. I didn't like him thinking about the girls in the class. I hadn't really paid them much attention, except to be aware that they were there, seeing me naked. I had to screen them out as people, except as people to humiliate me. When the guys had touched me to position me, and especially my cock, I had been both thrilled and shocked. I was swelling once again, and it was certainly obvious to Hank.
He looked at my crotch, smiled, and said, "Getting ready already?"
I put my head down and fought the blush that I felt. I just nodded, and finished up the food on my plate. I really didn't want any more. I felt I was going to throw up already as I got more nervous as the time approached.
"Okay, let's put the rest away for later." He closed the containers, put them in the fridge, and said, "Got to take a whiz. How about you? Need to drain the lizard before we head over to our session?" I nodded, stood, and followed him into the bathroom. I wasn't hard, just heavy, as Hank would say.
We stood together at the toilet, and Hank almost immediately began to piss. It took me a bit longer to get the flow going, but once I did Hank started putting his stream through mine, laughing as he did it. He finished before I did and then put his hand in the small of my back and said, "You are doing much better at this, little brother." I felt a pulse of pride well up through me, to be praised by him. And it was truly amazing. I would never have imagined being able to do this.
Shit, in fact, most of the stuff I did with Hank, I would have had a difficult time imagining ever actually doing them. And now I was going to go and let a stranger take pictures of me hard!
I followed Hank back into the room, and he began to get ready to leave. "I guess we don't need underwear, as we will just be taking it off when we get there," he said, as he pulled on a pair of shorts. I followed suit, pulling on the shorts that Hank had given me, once again feeling the thrill of putting on clothes that he had worn. I pulled on a t-shirt as he had, and then slid on my slippers. "Grab your backpack. We can stop off at the library on the way back and get some work done on our papers or assignments."
So I grabbed my backpack and followed Hank out of the room and down the stairs. Outside, as we walked towards the Arts building, I felt my stomach tightening again. Shit! What was I doing? Hank was blathering on about the poker game and what fun it was going to be and how much money he was going to win, etc. But all I could do was think of stripping and getting hard for this guy and letting him take pictures of me.
The butterflies were in full flutter as we entered the building. My hand was shaking as I held the door for us to walk through. At the door to the office, I took a deep breath, and Hank looked at me and smiled, "Just have fun! Look, he wants to see us hard, and you are Sir Everhard. So just be yourself!" He clapped me on the shoulder and opened the office door and escorted me in.
Jim was there at his computer. Did he ever go home? "Hey guys. Thomas is already inside. Leave your clothes in the locker and, oh yeah, you already know the routine." Still nervous, I put my stuff in the locker and then pulled off my clothes and put them in there as well. As I was walking over to get the robe, Jim said, "You need to sign in here." He pointed to a clipboard. Hank walked over without his robe and signed in, so I felt I needed to do the same, but I was already stirring, and didn't want to be Sir Everhard just quite yet! But I signed, then grabbed a robe, tied it, and followed Hank into the studio.
Thomas was there and said, "Hey, guys. Just hang the robes over there and stand on the paper over there. I am just going to finish adjusting these lights here." He was moving a couple of lamps on stands and setting up a reflector. Hank and I hung up our robes and then moved over and stood on the paper. It was a darker grey than earlier in the day, but still ran floor to ceiling and out across the floor.
I was self-conscious, standing around naked while he adjusted the lights. Finally, he was done, and he came over to us. "Thomas," he said, holding out his hand.
"Hank," Hank said, taking his hand and shaking it.
"K,K, Kyle," I stuttered out, and reached to shake his hand.
"Hank and K K Kyle," he smiled at his joke. "Look, I know you are probably nervous, but I want you to relax, have fun, and as they say, just let yourself go."
He stepped over close to me and cupped my cock and balls in his hand as he continued to speak. "My work is about men and what makes them sexual beings. I want to express that in my work." He was rolling my cock and balls around in his hand, and I was reacting to it, and blushing. "Yeah, just like that. I want you guys hard and, if possible, dripping. And you might even get off, if you want. I know this might be difficult with just guys around, but I think that you two can get excited enough to be good for the shots." He smiled as he saw my cock was nearly hard. "You must be a bit of exhibitionists, to be modeling naked in the art department!" He now had me hard, and my cock was rising from his hand. He pushed down once on the skin around the head of my cock, and then released me.
"Now, if you will do the same to Hank here, I will get the cameras ready. The first series of pictures I am going to do might seem strange, but I am going to photograph every inch of your body, front and back. Then I am going to alternate sections of each of you to make 4 pictures -- 2 front and 2 back." He smiled as he watched me work on Hank's cock. I blushed at being seen manipulating my roommate's cock, but Hank was responding and expanding as I did this.
"This will take some time, but I want you aroused as I take the shots, so while I am shooting one, the other one's duty is to make sure that his cock stays hard. So if you see him going down a bit, fondle him until he is hard again. The one being fondled - I don't care what you think of - girls, guys, cows, or sheep; just keep your mind focused on sex. It shows up on your body when you are focused on sex."
He had his camera read,y and moved up to us. "Who's going to be first?"
Before Hank could say anything, I said, "Me!"
He laughed, and said, "Okay, then, over here. Feet on those two spots, arms straight out from your shoulders, facing me. Eyes open, and don't control your expressions; just let them go where they will. This will be more important later, but, first, it will be important when I get to your face." He stood, and looked at me. "Thumbs up, and spread your arms up in the classic Da Vinci position." He watched as I did as instructed. "Good, now hold it just like that."
He stood on a stool and began to take pictures, from my hand down to my pits, and then across my shoulder and up the other side. Then down my face. Across my chest and stomach, left to right, as if he was scanning my body. I stayed hard, being on display in such a manner. I kept thinking of Hank standing there getting ready to stroke me, should I begin to go soft. I doubted that was going to be a problem. I then began to think of sex with Hank. Just following Thomas' instructions, I thought. It certainly kept me hard as he moved over my crotch to take shots. Then he went down each leg. Finally, he told me to turn around.
When I did, he told me to bend over. I did. "Even shaved the crack. Nice work. Who shaved you?' I guess he knew that I couldn't have done it to myself.
"Hank," I said, and felt my blush rising, as I bent and left my self open and on display.
"I, of course, noticed the front, and that it seemed you had shaved everything, but when I saw the ass I figured someone had to have done this to you. Why?" He was looking back and forth between Hank and me.
When I hesitated, Hank said, "It was an initiation thing." And didn't volunteer more.
"Looks good. It is really going to work for this session. I love the contrast it is going to create. Can you picture it? I assemble the life size sections, alternating between the two of you, then photoshop the whole and present it as a single picture. Done four times -- it is going to be awesome. I may even superimpose a circle around you to complete the parallel to Da Vinci's piece."
He ran his hand over my ass. "Kyle, if you keep yourself like this, I might do several other sessions with the two of you, depending on how the rest of the shoot goes. Okay, stand up. Arms up, and in position."
He repeated the process on my backside, and, darn it, I didn't need any help from Hank to stay hard. But I did follow instructions and think of running my hands over Hank's body, and then kneeling at his crotch as if taking his cock into my mouth and... "Okay, next!"
Shit! He really knocked me out of my fantasy. I rocked on my heels, and then stepped out of the way. Hank took my spot, and I saw that he wasn't quite as hard as I was, so I gladly reached down and gripped his cock. It felt wonderful. He sighed, and swelled to his nice erect state.
I stayed around and waited, and hoped that Hank would need additional attention as the guy did his body shots of Hank. I got to do one more round, just before the guy did the shots of his cock. He groaned a bit, which I enjoyed hearing. I, on the other hand, continued to play my knightly role!
When he finished the shots of Hank, he turned to me and looked me up and down and smiled. "Okay, now seeing how you are reacting to everything, I want to do a special shot. Move back over to where you were standing before." I moved and got back in position and raised my arms. "No, you can leave them down at your side. I am going to take two shots." He paused.
"The first shot is going to be of Hank with your balls in his hands, just beginning to apply pressure. Then the second shot will be of your face when he applies enough pressure for you to feel like your balls are being crushed." He smiled, and looked at my expression. "Yes, I expect it will be something like that, but I can't have you faking it; I need it to be real."
He looked me in the face again and said, "We men are often very fixated on sex, and the effect of a blow to the balls is like putting a needle into a balloon. And I want to capture that look on film."
He looked at me again, and then at Hank. He smiled and said, "Ready?"
I was not looking forward to this. But Hank had a big smile on his face. He reached over and wrapped his hand around my shaved balls. I felt them tighten up before he even applied any pressure. He kind of rolled them around in his hand, like someone would roll large marbles in their hand.
The guy got a shot of Hank's hand on my balls as he began to apply pressure. Then he moved up and focused on my face and spoke around the camera and said, "Okay, go for it, nice firm squeeze. Make him feel it."
Hank gave a quick punishing squeeze, and I reacted, and Shit! Fuck! It hurt! Damn! Fucking Shit! The pain raced up from my groin to my stomach and rolled around there, and I doubled over and reached for my balls. I cried out, and grimaced, and then fell to my knees, and clutched my stomach with one hand, and my balls with the other. I sat there rocking and moaning as I waited for the pain to subside. I was totally unaware of the pictures being taken of my face. Fuck, it hurt!
Hank bent over and put his hand on my shoulder. "I am sorry, little brother," he whispered. "Breathe deeply, and cradle your balls, gently." He patted my shoulder again. "It will pass." He assured me. I wasn't so sure. But it did in time. Soon I was able to straighten out, and I moaned and let go of my balls. He stayed bent over me until I was able to nod.
I took a deep breath and eased up on to my knees, and then stood up slowly and gingerly. The photographer let me have a few minutes to get it together, and then he gave instructions. "I know that hurt, so thank you for taking it. I think I got some great pictures." He paused and looked at Hank. "Do you think you can get him hard again, so we can continue on with some additional pictures?" Then he added, "And it looks like you could use some perking up as well."
Hank smiled, and stepped in close to me and took my cock in his hand. It was like an electric shock; I felt the warmth of his hand, and began to swell quickly and fully. He smiled when he felt the reaction, and stood still for a moment. And I realized I needed to do my part, so I reached down and took his cock in my hand. It wasn't that soft, but I squeezed and stroked just a bit, and he perked up nicely.
"Okay, these next couples of pictures are going to be of the two of you kissing. We always see pictures of men and women kissing, but I want to explore what it looks like to have two men kissing. Now I know that this may seem awkward, but just pretend the other is your girlfriend and do what you would do with her." He smiled a bit and stood back from us.
Hank looked at me and smiled again. He moved in, took my face in his hands, and planted a kiss on my surprised face. I heard the camera click and the guy say, "That was funny, but I am not looking for surprise; I am looking for passion."
I closed my eyes and let Hank do it again, and felt warmth spread over me. Wow! Hank was kissing me! He held me like that for several clicks of the camera and then released me. I repeated the process on him, and he seemed to respond to my kiss.
Then we wrapped arms around each other and began a more heated embrace. I felt his tongue invading my mouth, and I opened and let him explore. My cock was throbbing against his body as I melted into his arms. I vaguely heard Thomas giving instructions to change angles, etc. I just let Hank guide me, and went with his flow. At one point he moved and was nuzzling my neck, and I had to have him stop. It tickled too much!
Thomas said we had done well, and he was ready for the next set of poses. Hank moved back quickly, and I wondered if he had just been posing, or had it meant as much to him as it did to me.
"Okay, Kyle, if you would get down here on your hands and knees," I did as he said. "Okay, Hank, you are going to kneel behind him. I want your cock in his crack. No, not fucking him, just along the length of it." Hank moved into position, and I felt his cock along my crack, as I had this morning, and it still felt great. But then there was the fact that this guy was standing over us seeing us in this position. My cock throbbed, and I thought I felt Hank pulse on my backside as well.
"Now in this set of shots, I want you, Hank, to look like you are horny, eager, randy, and I want you to slide your cock up and down his crack a couple of times. You can hold onto his hips if you want."
I swallowed, and hoped that I wasn't going to blow a load right here. The contact of Hank's cock on my ass was driving me wild! And then he began to move it up and down my crack. I heard him moan, and wondered if it was just for effect. He kept it up for at least a minute, while I heard the camera clicking again. I felt Hank slipping more easily, and wondered if he was leaking precum that was lubing up my crack?
"Okay, now Kyle, turn over and lay on your back, and Hank, tuck your cock in his crack again, but lean forward so it looks like it is embedded in his ass. You can take hold of his legs; that's it; and push them back towards his shoulders. Yes, and lean in."
Oh Fuck! I was going to lose it, and looking at Hank's face above me, he looked as if he was really getting into it. I didn't know if this was acting or not. I felt his cock slipping along my crack as well. I knew I had to be leaking as well, and felt strange that this guy was taking pictures of me like this, and my face was showing, and, oh, fuck, that felt good! Hank moaned a couple of times, and I saw him close his eyes. Was it in disgust or in lust?
When Thomas was done with that, he had us stand up, and I looked at Hank, and his cock was slick with precum. I looked down at mine and saw that I, too, had been leaking. I looked down at the paper we were standing on, and saw spots where we had dripped.
"Okay, you guys are doing great. I know these positions are probably very awkward and strange for you, but you are really looking good. Now, the last couple, I want each of you kneeling at the crotch of the other, as if you are in the process of giving a blow job. But, no, I am not going to make you put another guy's cock in your mouth. I want you to use this lube to get the other guy's cock nice and shiny, so it looks like you have had your mouth on it." He handed me a bottle of lube.
"So kneel down in front of him, and then spread some of that lube around on his cock; then we can take the shots." I took the lube, opened it, and put some in my hand. I then reached up and spread it around the length of Hank's cock, and wondered if I could actually get all of that in my mouth. And would I get to find out? Hank talked about teaching me about blow jobs tomorrow night. Would I be doing him or would he be doing me? What would he taste like?
"Okay, that's enough. Now lean in and open wide, like you just finished licking the length of it." His words had shaken me out my questioning mind. I leaned in, first looking longingly at the expanded head of Hank's cock, and then swiveled my eyes up to look at him, as I opened wide and posed in front of his cock. I had instinctively reached up and cupped his balls in one hand. The camera clicked several times, and then he said for us to switch places.
I got up off of my knees and changed places with Hank. Hank took the lube and put some on his hand. Thomas had turned his back, fixing something on his camera, and I felt warmth engulf my cock, and looked down to see Hank's head coming off of my cock. He was making a shush look with his face and smiling. Thomas turned around as Hank moved into position. It was then that I noticed a string of saliva from my cock to his mouth. Thomas made a "mmm" sound in his throat, and clicked the camera several times.
"That was great. Now apply a bit more lube to his cock; make it nice and shiny." Hank began to spread the lube on my cock, stroking it, working the lube in. I felt my knees buckle, and began shooting! Shot after shot after shot, with the camera clicking away. Hank had released my cock and watched as I shot load after load across his face and then down his chest.
"Great shots!" Thomas said, clicking away with the camera. I looked down at my now drooling cock and saw Hank smile and then he reached up and squeezed my cock and stroked out a bit more cum." I moaned, and realized that I had been moaning since I had begun to shoot! I had just shot off in front of a stranger, taking pictures of me, at my roommate's hand! Fuck, was I perverted or what? But man, did it feel awesome.
I must have really been wired up with all the sexual tension and all. Thomas took some pictures of Hank's face and chest and then said, "Great work guys! Hank, do you need to relieve yourself as well?" He paused. "I can get some additional shots if you want."
"No, I am good. I already got off earlier. And I don't need to get off as much as my roommate. He is constantly horny and always ready to cum!" He laughed, and patted me on the shoulder, as he had stood during his comments. He wiped the cum off of his face, and then offered his hand to me. And forgetting that Thomas was there, I stuck out my tongue and licked it off of his hand. The camera whirred a couple more times. Shit! I had been caught licking up my own cum!
"Guys, that was great. I can use you again; same time next week, and we can get some more shots in for my series. I'll bring a set of proofs with me next time and you can get a lot at what you look like." It was then that I realized I was shaking a bit; my sexual tension might be over, but I still had a lot bottled up in me.
I looked at Hank, who looked at me and smiled and said, "Sure. I think Kyle and I make a good team, and if you like our work, then yes, we will be back." He looked at me to disagree, but I didn't. I was too focused on replaying the last hour in my head. Way too much stuff to process!
"Okay, then," Thomas said, "Same time next week. Let Jim know, so he can put you on the schedule. Good work guys." He went back to working on his cameras. Hank grabbed his robe, put it over his arm, and went to the door. I thought about putting my robe on, but decided if Hank didn't need to, then I guessed I didn't either.
Hank opened the door, and I followed him into the office. I looked up and saw Jim taking in our naked bodies, and probably the slick condition of our cocks as well. I started to say something about Thomas wanting us the same time the next week, when I realized that there was someone else there. This guy, a student, I would guess. Jet black hair and deep, dark 5'oclock shadow, and piercing grey eyes, and a squared dimpled jaw made up his handsome visage. He looked us up and down, one at a time, then turned and said to Jim, "So this is the caliber of models you are using?"
"Yes. These two guys just started today and this is their second session today." I couldn't get if Jim was making a point to the guy or to us?
"Maybe I am not good enough to work the same place as these guys?' He smiled as he said it, taking us in again.
Hank spoke up then and said, "And yes, Thomas would like us back again, same time next week."
"Repeat performances. That rarely happens with Thomas' models. You two must have been extra special," he said, glancing at our glistening crotches. I fought the blush I knew would be rising.
"Maybe I can pose for Thomas, too," studly said.
"He only does duets." Jim said, looking between Hank and I and the guy.
"Who only does duets?" Thomas said, opening the door to the office. Hank and I, naked, were now the minority in this ever expanding population.
"This guy wanted to do a solo for you," Jim said, indicating the new guy, "and I was explaining that you only do pairs."
Thomas looked the guy over and said, "Take off your shirt."
The guy sat his backpack on the floor, crossed his arms in front of his shirt, and then pulled the hem of it up and over his head, exposing not only his swarthy tanned chest, but a good deal of his lower stomach as his shorts sagged low on his hips. He was a couple of inches short than Hank, and had more, and longer, hair on his chest, and none on his stomach, and none peaking over the waist of his shorts.
Thomas looked him over, and the guy turned around for a complete inspection, showing a tight round butt, with his crack showing above the tops of his shorts.
"What is your name?" Thomas asked him.
"Mikail," the guy said.
"Well, Mikail, do you mind posing with another guy?"
Mikail smiled and said, "Any time I can model, it doesn't matter who, what, when or how, and especially if I get to take my clothes off." His smile broadened.
Thomas thought for a moment, and then looked at Jim. "Okay, add him to the session with these two guys, next week, Wednesday night, 7 pm." He turned and looked at us. "That okay with you two?"
Hank answered and said, "Sure, fine by us."
Mikail smiled, and held out his hand to Hank first, and then to me, and we introduced ourselves.
Jim cleared his throat and said, "Okay, Mikail, so that is on your schedule, and if you check back with me tomorrow, I can give you your scheduler for the rest of this week and next week. Fill out this form and bring it back with you."
Mikail took the papers, put them into his backpack, and then pulled back on his t-shirt. He looked at us again, smiled, and said, "So I'll see more of you guys next week." He purposely looked us from head to toe again. He opened the door, which he swung out wide, so it took some time to close, leaving us standing there naked to the world once again.
Hank hung up his robe as the door closed, and then headed over to the locker to dress. I did the same, while my mind went wild with the thoughts of modeling with another guy, doing the things we had just done. My spent cock jerked a bit and threatened to live up to my name, once again. I quickly dressed while Hank finished up his own clothes. Soon we were closing the lockers and Jim was handing us a new scheduler, that not only had the rest of this week, but next week on it. We each had 10 sessions over the next 10 days, and only 4 of ours were together. Shit! I was going to have to be naked and alone! Shit! Aunt Edna was going to get a work out again!
As we walked out of the building, my heart was tripping a fast beat as I replayed the last session in my mind. As it is happening, I am so wrapped up in it that I just can't seem to take it all in. I have always been that kind of a guy. I replay events over and over in my mind, looking at them from various angles, and look at what other people would have seen and probably thought about it.
So I was wondering about all the things we had done in front of the photographer, and wondered what he thought about it all. And then I wondered what the pictures were going to look like, and then I wondered who was going to see the pictures!
Shit, my cock was stirring a bit. I looked around and saw we were headed to the library. Shit! Again! He was really going to go study.
As we entered the library, I said, "Hank, I have to head to the men's room. I have to take a leak." It seemed like every time I came, I had to take a leak.
"Wait, follow me," he said, as he walked up the stairs. He got off on the third floor, and I was thinking of what we had done the last time we were here. Damn, was I ever going to not think of sex every place I went! He led me over to a quiet corner of the library and said, "I bet you $30, you can't take out your dick and take a leak right here in this corner." He looked at me and added, "And I am going to stand here and watch."
I swallowed, and peaked around the area and didn't see anyone. I knew I was getting greedy, but dollar signs were burning into my brain, and my dick was sending signals as well. My heart started thumping again. I unzipped my shorts and hauled out my less than soft cock.
I inhaled a deep breath and tried to relax. I tried to picture some water flowing or imagine the sound of water running. It didn't help that Hank was standing and watching me, but I closed my eyes and pictured myself alone in a toilet, and finally got the flow going. Then my eyes opened and I looked down and at the carpet. The noise it made, I was sure, could be heard throughout the whole library. I almost stopped pissing, but I really needed to go. I tried to move the stream to the wall, to make the noise diminish.
Hank was doing a silent laugh; I saw his body shaking. I almost finished pissing before I started chuckling myself. The stream then began to bounce as I tried to control the stream and my laughter. It had to be a sight, a guy standing there pissing on the rug in the library, laughing and having the stream bouncing.
I finished up, put my cock back and zipped up. Hank handed me money. As I put it in my wallet, I reran the day in my mind, and mentally shook my head as I marveled at how much I had done in one day, and all the things that I had done with my roommate, my older brother, my new best friend!
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