Sometime during the night, we must have turned over, because I woke feeling Hank's hard cock against my crack again. I remembered the feeling of it during the photo session, as he had rubbed it up and down my crack. My own cock was hard with my morning wood. I pushed back against him, pressing him deeper into my crack. I wiggled a bit trying to work it right into my crack. Man that felt great. And his head was up against my shoulder. He moved, and I thought he was waking up, but he just swung his arm up and across my stomach, like he was hugging me! Nice, this was nice - Hank's cock in my crack and him hugging me! I didn't want this to end!
He mumbled something in his sleep and pumped his cock a couple of times against my ass. What an amazing feeling! Then I heard a noise like someone getting their mouth working, and then a yawn. He raised the arm that was across me, and stretched. He raised up on the other arm and looked at me. When he saw that I was awake, he smiled and said, "Mornin', little brother. How did you sleep?" He rubbed his eyes and then looked at me again.
I couldn't get enough of him! "Great! I slept great! And you?" I said, rolling onto my back a bit and looking up at him. This is the way life should be.
"Great, also. Hey, I hope you didn't get too grossed out having my morning wood poking you in the back." He smiled, and then yawned again.
I fought the blush and said, "Hey, it's something all guys get, right?" I said, as I lifted the covers to show my own.
He laughed, and punched me on the shoulder. "Right. Now let me up so I can take my morning piss, or you will have more than a morning wood on you." He moved out and over the top of me, causing our cocks to touch. Shit! I wanted more of that! I moved a bit as well, causing him to get tangled and lean more on me. He looked at me, smiled, and then pushed up off of me and moved on. I laid there and watched his naked form move across the room. Wow, what a sight.
"Get up, lazy bones, and get in here and take your morning whiz. We have come too far for me to let you pee by yourself!"
I pushed back the covers and looked at my own hard cock and was still amazed that I was walking around with this in front of another guy. Damn, but college life was more than I had ever expected. I walked into the bathroom, and Hank was standing over the toilet waiting for me.
He was scratching his balls, and, when he saw me, he smiled again (he did that a lot!) and pointed his cock down and let his stream loose. It took me a moment longer, but I was soon pissing my own fierce stream. He aimed his cock and made the streams cross, and then started making light saber noises. I started to laugh and my stream bounced. "Careful, Master Luke. Keep your force strong!" he said, in an imitation of Darth Vader's voice.
I started really laughing then, and fought to control my stream. "Aim or not aim, no difference it makes, when the force dwindles," he said, in a Yoda voice. And I totally lost it then, and began to belly laugh, all the while trying to get the last of the stream in the toilet. "Any on the floor and up it clean you will!" he said again in the Yoda voice.
He finished, and flipped his now softer cock a couple of times, and stepped back a bit and watched as I finished up. It really felt like having a brother. And that felt good. I felt my eyes fill at the emotion that raised. He looked at me and must have seen it, because he said, "Something in the force troubles you, little brother?" in a voice that he attempted to make sound like Hans Solo.
I shook my head, took a deep breath, and swallowed the lump in my throat and managed, "Just nice to have a brother," in a husky voice.
He leaned in and gave me a hug and said, "Yeah, nice to have a little brother, too!"
I moved over to the sink and splashed water on my face. Hank put the seat down, turned, and sat down. I started to leave when I realized what he was doing. "Look, don't leave because you think I need privacy. I don't. But you can leave if you want or need to."
I still couldn't get over this piece of intimacy, and it would be difficult for me for a while. I said, "No problem," looking at him, and then moved off into the bedroom.
I went to my desk, logged onto my computer, and checked email. Of course, 3 from my Mom, a couple from other family members, aunts, uncles, and cousins, wishing me well, and asking how I was doing in college, and some from the school about functions and reminders. By the time I had finished going through them, I heard the toilet flush, then the water running in the sink, and then Hank came out.
"Time for sit ups, little brother." He moved over and sat down between the beds. I got up and moved over and assumed the position. As I sat down on his feet, I remembered yesterday, with his big toe working my hole. I wondered if it would happen again today. I was distracted by those thoughts until Hank said, "Earth to Kyle," and he was waiving his hand in front of my face. I sat and held onto his calves as he began his sit ups. Hank wiggled his toes and managed to get his big toe on my hole again, and said, "A little tight this morning?" I almost lost it! Did he mean my hole? Or my abs? "Those abs can get real tight after the first couple of days; best to just push through it. Do as many as you can today," he said, as he continued to pump away on his.
Each time he pulled up, it seemed like he was hooking his toe into my ass for leverage. He was stimulating me, and I knew he knew it. I tried to find Aunt Edna, but she would turn around and have a huge dick showing, and a bottle of lube, and saying how about I fuck you! It wasn't helping.
By 120, I thought he was going to push me over the edge! He pushed on, alternating elbow to opposite knee, making it look so easy. His abs definitely showed that he could do this easily.
He had me dripping by the time he got to 160, and by 200 I thought I was going to cum for sure! He sat there laughing at me. He looked at my cock, and grinned even wider. I said, "Get your fucking toe out of my ass!"
He collapsed back on the floor, laughing away. He laughed and laughed. He rose back up and said, "Okay, sorry. It was just funny watching you squirm as I moved my toe!" He adjusted his feet and said, "Your turn!"
I started mine and tried to work my big toe into his crack, but he laughed, and wiggled away. I started my sit ups and felt how tight and sore my abs were. At 40, my abs were burning, and I didn't know how long I was going to last.
At 75, I was really hurting. By 90, I had had it. I couldn't rise up again. "Bet you $20 you can't do 10 more," Hank said, goading me on.
I pulled up again and groaned. I had accepted his bet by that action, and I didn't know if I could do it. But I didn't want to lose any of my money. I needed it for a camera! I fought, and got another 3 out, and then collapsed. I took a couple of deep breaths and pulled up again, grunting with the effort. I groaned, and fell back to the floor, panting. I had to do it. I couldn't let him win. I pulled up again, and, slowly, ever so slowly, again. I paused, and took a couple of breaths. I swear my whole body was trembling as I pulled up another one, and then he said, "That's it, you're done, nine is all you can do. The money is mine!"
I shook my head, and fought to pull myself up, and grunting out the words, said, "Fuck it!" as I made the last one! And I collapsed back to the floor, panting, and Hank was laughing so hard he had to lay back himself. I had made it. My abs burned so bad! My cock had gone soft, and I think all the blood had gone to my abs! Shit! They were sore!
He laughed and said, "Time for breakfast, little brother. Have to get you some fuel so you can build up those muscles." He reached forward and rubbed my abs. It hurt, and it felt good!
I lay there for a few moments and tried to relax the cramp that I felt forming there. I breathed deeply, and tried to let the tension in my stomach go out. Damn, I was going to have a 12 pack, if I kept up this routine!
I finally managed to get up, aching and groaning all the way. Hank was dressed, and stood smiling at me as I stood and worked to get my (his) clothes on. I went to the bathroom, combed my hair and brushed my teeth, stuff Hank had done while I lay collapsed on the floor. We grabbed our packs and headed down to breakfast. On the way down the stairs, I remembered that today was the day Hank was going to teach me about blow jobs!
Which made me think of a line from a Steve Martin movie -- the Jerk -- he writes home to tell his adopted parents that he will be able to send more money home soon, because his girl-friend is going to give him a blow-job! I chuckled to myself, and then started thinking of Hank's cock in my mouth, and nearly stumbled on a step.
"Whoa, there little brother. Better watch yourself." Hank said, noticing my misstep.
I couldn't explain, so I mumbled a "yes," and then we were in the dining hall. Once again, as we went through the line, Hank put food on my tray, and, once again, I liked the feeling it gave me.
We went over to a table and sat down. I dove into my oatmeal with fresh blueberries as if I hadn't eaten in days. Hank looked at me and smiled. I was all set to start asking Hank more questions about himself, school, girlfriends, etc, when Jim sat down at our table. He was all smiles and talking away, around his bagel, eggs, and bacon. He was going on and on about clubs around campus, and activities going on this weekend, and movies. He was like a non-sport news report -- like those scrolling news blips at the bottom of the TV screen; they just kept spooling out.
Not that he wasn't a nice guy; he just seemed so eager to be liked. And me, I was (had been) just the opposite, afraid to speak up or talk to someone for fear they wouldn't like me.
So I ate and listened, and nodded my head when it seemed appropriate. Then my mind went off on the track of Hank and blow jobs and photo sessions and photos of me giving Hank a blow job and oh, shit, I was hard again. Sir Everhard, Hank called me. Damn, I liked having him as a roommate!
Somehow, Jim had gotten set up with us in the gym for the afternoon weight workout. I had missed that. I hoped that it didn't mean he was going to be around for my `education' this afternoon.
Was Jim moving in on Hank, or was I just being jealous of him? I listened for a moment, and then chimed in on the conversation. "Yes, I have 3 papers due by midterms, and Hank makes me work on them every day, and makes me go to the library with him at least once a day."
"And you guys study together, and he helps you, and keeps you in line? Man, you two are awesome roommates!"
"Yeah, he is like my little brother. I just watch out for him," Hank said, and I loved that! It made my heart swell.
"Fuck, it must be nice to have a roommate that you get along with!" We had finished up breakfast and put away our trays. We went our separate ways outside the dorm, with Jim saying, "See you guys at the gym!"
I thought about that as I walked towards my first class. He was a nice enough guy, but I didn't want him moving in on Hank, as if I had exclusive rights to Hank. But I WAS his little brother; he said so!
I replayed in my mind the events of last night, jerking off in front of Jim, the photographer, Hank taking pictures of me jerking off, watching Jim jerk off, and I still couldn't believe it was all happening to me.
I made it to my class and, once again, tried to get my mind focused on the class. I managed to succeed, although visions of naked Hank and Jim's hard cock floated up now and then. I tried to picture Jim in some of the situations I had pictured with Hank, such as me fucking Jim or Hank fucking Jim or Jim blowing me. Some of them caused my cock to stir! Then I shook my head and went back to thinking about what was being said by the instructor.
After class, I stopped in the men's room to take a dump, and again thought about no privacy with Hank. I found it difficult to fathom doing this in front of someone all the time. I finished, and left, and went on to my other class, still rummaging around in my mind about how much my whole way of life had changed in the last week.
I was exercising regularly, I was jerking off regularly, and now, with another guy, I was selling my soiled underwear on line; I was having pictures taken of myself naked; and I had been shaved; and I was sleeping with a guy in my bed! Shit, how much better could it get? But then, I worried that it would be all over if I ever told Hank that I was gay. This was just the way he hung around with the guys; he couldn't be gay. He was just too, I don't know, male, macho?
I made it through the next class, and was only distracted once - by a guy sitting in the front and to the right of me. As he bent over and got something out of his pack, his t-shirt rode up, and I saw his crack and the thread of hair leading out of it. I went on to picture him naked. He sat back up and looked over his shoulder at me, as if he knew that I had been scoping him out.
At lunch, I sat and ate my healthy lunch; at least I hoped it was, and thought again about this afternoon. We were to meet at the gym, and then after that? Was that when he was going to work on my education? I grew nervous and excited thinking about it. What would I do? What would Hank do? Jim wasn't going to be there was he? It would hurt to have Jim there on a day I was supposed to learn about blow jobs.
And how did I feel about him being there last night watching me jerk off, and then jerking himself off while I watched. My cock stirred. I was one mixed up dude. All I knew was that I liked jerking off, and I liked seeing guys naked, and if they were jerking off or having sex, so much the better. Then I nearly choked on the salad I was eating when I thought of Hank giving Jim a blow job. That made me wince, and I tried to analyze my feelings about this. Was it really jealousy?
I finished up and headed off to my next class and tried to focus, but I was getting more jittery as the afternoon wore on. I was eager for it to begin, and nervous about when it did.
I met Hank outside the gym, and I guess he noticed something, because he said, "What's up?"
"Nothing, just lots of stuff from my classes." I couldn't tell him that I was eager to suck his cock. What would he think?
So, instead, I followed him into the gym, and sat next to him on the bench in front of the lockers he had chosen. Immediately, Hank was stripping down, getting ready to put on his workout clothes. I started to say something when I heard, "There you guys are!"
It was Jim. He sat down on the other side of Hank and started pulling off his clothes. I thought back to last night, and seeing him madly pounding his cock. Damn, I had to quit that, if I was going to be naked in the next moment or so. I focused on Aunt Edna, and grimaced -- yuck! And I made sure she didn't have any lube or a strapon! Which made me chuckle to myself; my aunt with a strapon.
Jim was giving an on-going dialogue about his classes and his roommate as he changed into some workout clothes. He must have gone back to his room some time to get them, unless he just went around with them in his pack. He pulled on his cock, and then sat and chatted while Hank and I got dressed. Was he watching us while we were naked, or just being chummy?
He got up and pulled on his shorts and t-shirt, and then sat and put on his shoes, while we put our shoes on. "So what are we going to do now?"
Hank laughed and said, "Off to the weight room," and led the way.
In the weight room, Jim struggled a bit to get the various positions and grips and processes correct. I begrudged him every minute he took Hank away from me. Hank did stand behind me and help me on one of the exercises, and I enjoyed his presence, and his aroma - that musky Hank smell. I laughed to myself -- that rank Hank smell! I crack myself up sometimes!
Hank wanted to know what was funny, and I just shook my head. When he spotted me on the bench presses, I enjoyed looking up into his shorts at his filled jock, and remembered that I was wearing one of Hank's jocks, and that caused a stir in it. Fuck, I had to focus! I almost dropped the barbell.
Hank and I took turns spotting for Jim. I could swear that Jim was taking in good views of Hank's jock, and mine as well, when we stood over him to spot. I tried to see if this was having any reaction on him, but his shorts were baggy, and he was wearing a jock.
He talked about his family and home life. Hank shared a bit about his brothers, when he could get a word in, and I gave just a few facts about myself during the time. Jim had one sister, younger, and lots of aunts, uncles, and grandparents that were always over at their house. Seemed like the two kids were the only ones among all the aunts and uncles, so the center of attention.
So near the end of the workout, I was surprised to hear Hank ask, "So you have a group of buds that you messed around with in high school?" I looked around the room, and it was only us in the weight room at the moment.
"Yes, there were 4 of us that were pretty inseparable for the last five or six years. We pretty much did everything together. We were on the basketball team together, the football team, and the one year we did swimming we all went out for it. We were always staying over at one another's homes, going on weekend trips together, boy scouts, summer camp, vacations, camping trips."
"So you fooled around together," Hank said, making a pumping motion with his hand over his crotch.
"Yeah, just like every other guy that age." He looked at me, "I mean most other guys. I mean most normal. I mean, you know, what most guys do." He looked at me again, and said, "I'm sorry. I am not trying to dis you or anything."
"I understand," I said, not knowing if I did.
"So what did you do?" Hank asked, pressing the issue.
"The usual stuff, I guess. You know jerking off, watching porn, daring each other to do stupid things."
"Like what kinds of stupid things?" Hank pressed on. Jim was in a machine and having to work at pressing the plate up with his legs while he talked.
"We were always daring each other to be naked someplace, and get a picture of it. You know, stand naked at the ordering sign of a drive through, or stand naked outside a doughnut shop, or naked at the gas pump. Those kinds of things," he said, as he gasped and pushed on the plate.
"What was the craziest place?"
He laughed. "We were at a football game, and weren't playing for some reason. Maybe we weren't playing, just watching other teams. Anyway, it wasn't at our field. We got it into our heads to go under the stands and strip. Naked! We were laughing so hard, and all, as we got out of our clothes. As soon as we were naked, someone dropped something, and looked between their legs through the gap in the stands, and saw us, and said something. So we hastily put on our pants, grabbed our stuff, and boogied on out of there. We were laughing so hard, and our pants were nearly falling off. We made it behind the refreshment stand, and managed to get our clothes back on, and were never found out. I think that someone recognized us, because someone mentioned `grand stand moons' several times around us."
The thought of being naked around so many people was definitely making it's presence known. I hadn't known before this week that I had such a huge exhibitionist streak in me. I had always gotten turned on by seeing pictures of guys who were obviously on display for someone else, or outside naked, or in some public spot. But it seemed to be increasing its power over me. More and more, it was turning me on, and more and more I wanted to be in those situations.
"So if I dared you to strip down right here in the weight room, it wouldn't be difficult for you?" Hank asked. I was surprised by the question. He was once again moving into OUR territory. Stuff he did with me.
Jim's weight clanked as he lost his momentum, and looked at Hank, and then at me, and then around the weight room. "You want me to strip right here?" He looked at Hank, and added, "Strip naked?"
Hank smiled. "Yes, usually strip down means get naked."
Jim peeled off his shirt, turned, and rotated off the leg press, and started pushing his shorts and jock down. I mean right there!
Hank asked, "Jim, I just asked if you would if I dared you." He was smiling as he said it, and looked at Jim standing there naked, with his cock growing a bit even as he stood there. "I didn't dare you."
Jim blushed, and fumbled to get his jock and shorts back on, and then began to mumble, "I am sorry guys. I just, I mean, I just wanted, I mean, oh shit!" and he fell over on the floor, with his feet tangled in the straps of his jock and the legs of his shorts.
I had to laugh, but tried to stifle it. I really could feel for the guy. He was trying too hard to fit in, to become part of a group. He was willing to do anything, it seemed, to be accepted. Where I was just the opposite. I was afraid to do something, for fear of being rejected. Hank seemed to be working on that with me.
Hank snorted, and walked over, and helped Jim up. Jim stood, and straightened his clothes, and managed to get his shoe clad feet through the straps and legs of his shorts without falling over again. He used the machine to brace himself as he lifted one leg and then the other. When he had that on, he pulled his t-shirt over his head.
He looked at Hank sheepishly. "I am sorry. If I grossed you out or offended you, I am sorry. I thought you were daring me." He looked abashed. ?Hank chuckled, and said, "It's okay, Jim. I was testing your limits, and you definitely showed me that you don't have many, or at least I haven't reached them yet." He looked at me and smiled. "Kyle here has dropped his shorts to his ankles in the library, and ran a mile naked around campus. He is quite the exhibitionist."
I blushed, but managed to say, "Yeah, ask him who walked around the library naked with a hard on? And who else ran around campus naked?" And Jim's mouth dropped open, as he looked from Hank to me.
Hank laughed, and said, "Yes, but ask Kyle who has walked naked up and down our dorm hallway!"
"You guys are too much!" Jim smiled and said. He adjusted his crotch, and then spread his legs a little wider.
"So, you sure you want to hang around with us wild and crazy guys?" Hank asked.
"Sure, I am up for anything!" He just seemed so eager to please. "What do you want me to do?" He was reaching for his shirt again.
Hank laughed and said, "Just finish up your set and our workout and then we'll let you know." He looked at me and winked. I didn't know what that meant. But I knew that I didn't want it interfering with my `education' this afternoon. But the thought of getting Jim to do things made my cock twitch. But then he and Hank had been discussing what they were going to get me to do for the pictures for the underwear auction site. Who was directing whom here?
Jim climbed back onto the machine and finished up his set of presses. Then we moved on to a couple more machines, before my arms were so sore I could barely lift them. I had worked up a sweat by the time we returned to the locker room. My shirt was about 75% soaked in sweat, and my shorts as well, and my jock was just completely soaked.
I peeled them all off and tossed them on the floor in front of the locker. I got out a towel and followed Hank to the showers. Jim was right behind us. I hung up my towel and stepped up to a nozzle near Hank, and began to soap up. Jim was on the other side of Hank.
There were a couple of other guys in the shower at various locations. One really built weight lifter, body builder type, showering. To me, it didn't stimulate me; it was too much muscle. He looked like one of the guys from those wrestling shows. Another guy looked like a professor; he was older, but fit. Some of his chest hair was grizzled, but he looked like he worked out. I didn't get a look at his crotch as he turned to rinse, but his ass was tight and his legs well muscled.
Another man was in his thirties or so, heavy set with quite a bit of hair on his shoulders, chest, and stomach. His cock hung down over his smaller marble sized balls. He was balding a bit, and I thought that the hair had moved from his head down to his shoulders, and I chuckled.
I was really getting into checking out guys, and being a bit more blatant than I ever had been. I guess Hank was rubbing off on me. I turned around, and saw Jim washing his crotch, soaping up his cock and balls. He was really spending time on his cock, almost stroking it as he soaped it. Then he washed his crack vigorously. He really liked being clean; it was obvious.
He then moved onto his legs and really thoroughly washed them. I didn't remember him being so meticulous last night. Was it only last night?
I finished up and moved over to dry where I could watch Hank finish up. Man, he looked good. I could stand and drink in this vision all day. Hank naked; yummmm!
We headed back to the lockers, and began to get dressed in our regular clothes. Jim came out and finished drying his hair at the locker. I saw that he had arranged his workout clothes very neatly on the bench.
When he reached for his clothes, Hank said, "Jim, I dare you to put on Kyle's workout clothes and wear them until after dinner. What do you say?"
Jim looked at Hank, and then over at me and my stack of workout clothes. I could tell the idea didn't appeal to him. "Okay, you're on. Hand them over." He thought for a moment, and then added, "And how about Kyle wears mine? Then, later, he can leave a load in them, and we could sell them on line. How about it?"
Hank grinned, and nodded, "Sounds good!"
Jim handed me his workout clothes. They were almost as wet as mine. And as usual, I felt a thrill at wearing some other guy's jock, putting my cock and balls where his had been. They were still warm and moist as I pulled them on. And the smell, definitely the smell of stuff that had been sweated in. Definitely not the same smell of Hank's clothes, or even Hank's arm pit, that I had once smelled and tasted.
Then I remembered that I had a modeling session this afternoon, and I was going to have to go this way? "Hank, I have to model this afternoon. I am going to really reek if I go in wearing these."
Hank smiled. "That could really set the mood in the class." He chuckled, "Well, maybe after we finish your education this afternoon, you can grab a shower before you go to your modeling."
"Education?" Jim asked. He had a look of disdain on his face, as he got ready to pull on my t-shirt.
"Nothing," I quickly said.
Hank looked at me, and I shook my head, pleading with my eyes. "Just something I promised to help Kyle with. It is nothing really."
"And you model? Where?" Jim said, from inside the t-shirt.
"For the art department." I said, again quickly.
He had his head through, and was pulling the shirt down. It was tight on him. "Do you model naked?"
"Yes," Hank said. "And the teachers really like him because he is shaved."
"ACTUALLY," I clarified, "both of us model, and the professors like to use both of us, because of the contrast between his hair and my shaved body."
"Do you get paid?" Jim said, as he pulled the shirt all the way down.
"Yes," I said, answering shortly. I was imagining him wanting to get in on our deal.
"Cool! Can I sign up?" he said enthusiastically.
"I don't think so." I said, and Hank looked at me. I shook my head again, and he shrugged his shoulders. Jim had missed that byplay, as he sat to put on shoes.
"Well, when you go today, would you check for me?" he said, pulling on my socks.
"Sure," I said, as I finished getting into his clothes, sitting down to put on his socks and my shoes. I would never fit in his shoes; they were way too small.
"So do I meet you for dinner, or where do I meet you after dinner?" He said, packing up his street clothes into his pack.
Both Hank and I answered at the same time. Hank was saying dinner, and I was saying afterwards. Jim looked between us, and I felt bad. I shut up and let Hank talk. "We'll meet you at the dining hall at 6 pm. After that, we can exchange clothes."
We packed up our stuff, me the street clothes, and Hank his workout clothes, and headed out of the locker room. We walked together back to the dorm, with Hank quizzing Jim on his high school, what classes he had taken, events at the school, proms, etc. Jim avidly and eagerly answered the questions, bubbling over with the attention.
At the dorms, we climbed the stairs, and Jim followed us to our room. At the door, Hank opened it and said, "We'll see you at six, Jim. Remember, you can't take off those clothes until after dinner."
Hank smiled, and Jim pulled out the shirt at the chest, took a whiff of it, and said, "If I don't pass out before then!" He laughed, and moved on towards his room.
Inside, Hank pulled off his clothes, and I was eager to get those sweaty clothes off. "Why did you do that?" I asked Hank, as I pulled off the t-shirt.
"I saw how neat and all he was, and how he scrubbed himself, and thought that it would be a tough thing for him; and you wearing his; and I liked his suggestion about you jerking off into them and then selling them." My cock throbbed at that idea. And that made me realize what was coming next, at least I hoped it was. My cock began to swell to hardness, as I pulled off the sweating shorts and jock. I had toed off my shoes, so I only had to pull off the socks before I was able to stand naked and hard.
Hank hung up his clothes, turned, and saw my condition. He reached over and flipped my cock down, which made me wince and my cock spring up and slap against my stomach. "Sir Everhard! Living up to your name."
He went over and climbed up on his bed and leaned against the wall. He patted the spot next to him. I was trembling, and hard, as I sat down next to him on the bed. He smiled, and played with his cock and balls, fondling them. I loved the look of them. I reached over and cupped them in my hand. Then I second guessed myself, and wondered if I should have been so forward, but Hank was just smiling. His dick grew in my hand, until I had to release it, and gently stroked it as it bloomed to its full size. Amazing, I had another man's cock in my hand, and he was hard! Oh, Fuck! This was so cool!
He leaned back and said, "This is just what it was like with the bunch of guys that I hung around with. We would sit around naked and check out each other's equipment and see who was bigger; who got hard the fastest and all. It was no big deal. We were usually in someone's bedroom, like this, parents not home. Or we might be in a tent in the back yard of someone's house, or something. It always started out talking about screwing girls, and everyone saying how often they had scored, but I think, in reality, most of us rarely did. I guess that led to the "I'll show you mine if you show me yours," which just led to plain fooling around, jerking off, and seeing how far we could get each other to go."
He paused a minute, reached over and stroked my cock a couple of times, and then just held it. Oh shit, that felt good! "Yeah, I know. Having someone else's, anyone else's hand on your dick when you are in high school, is mind blowing. Your mind kind of short circuits and you imagine anyone you want to holding your dick, stroking it." He slowly stroked my cock again, and I did the same for him. My heart was racing, my mouth was dry, and I felt like I had been running 10 miles, I was so keyed up!
"So we would jerk each other off, and see who could make the other guy cum first. And then it got to getting guys to taste the other guy's cum." I remembered tasting Hank's, and my cock swelled in his hand. "Then, eventually, someone would talk about blow jobs; saying how they had their girlfriend give them one, like any high school girl would ever let a guy stick his dick in her mouth!" He chuckled.
"So guys would start talking about what it must feel like, and would just shoot. Talking about it, they would get so turned on." My cock was oozing now, and I was trying to pump it up into Hank's hand. His cock swelled in my hand, and a drop of precum formed at the head of his cock. I wanted to taste it!
I didn't want to say anything to halt Hank's narration. I could see the whole thing in my head, five or six guys sitting around on the floor naked, hands in their neighbor's lap, talking dirty, and getting hornier and hornier by the moment.
"Then we would dare one of the guys to take someone's cock in his mouth, so the guy could feel what it was like to have a mouth on his cock. That led to the `I'll do yours if you do mine routine," until everyone had tried everyone else's cock over the course of our senior year."
Oh fuck, I was going to lose it right here. I whimpered, and Hank stopped moving his hand. My shaft was now coated with the precum he had been rubbing into it. Hank's cock had begun to produce its own stream.
"So," he said, looking me in the eyes, "I dare you to take my cock into your mouth."
My heart threatened to bust from my chest, it was beating so fast and so hard. "Yes," I said, with such eagerness that Hank's grin widened.
He finally said, "You are supposed to say ..." and he paused.
I didn't get it. I was staring at his cock, and that filled my mind - what was it going to taste like? Then I reengaged my mind and replayed the last few minutes of conversation, and I got it. "I'll do yours if you do mine."
Hank's smile grew, until it was nearly ear to ear. "Now you are getting with it." He spread his legs a bit and said, "Go on, I dare you." I didn't know what position to be in. I tried to bend at the waist, and Hank chuckled. "No, move around, onto the floor, and kneel between my legs."
I moved as fast as I could, and Hank scooted forward until his cock was at the edge of his bed. I was kneeling in front of him, and his cock was just inches from my face. I licked my lips. I didn't know where to begin, what to do. I looked up at Hank.
"Take it in your hand and then do what you think would feel good." He grinned. "Just don't bite off a piece."
This was my roommate. I was about to suck my roommate's dick. A week ago, I would have never dreamed this would ever be possible. It was something I had dreamed about, and fantasized and jerked off to, for months. I had looked at hundreds of pictures of this act, and each one had shown different things - licking, sucking, taking the whole thing down so the nose was buried in the pubic hair. What should I do, what could I do, what would Hank think if I did these things to him? Had he really done this to another guy? Was he really going to do this to me? Oh fuck! I felt like I was going to shot any second!
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