This was my roommate. I was about to suck my roommate's dick. A week ago, I would have never dream this would ever be possible. It was something I had dreamed 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, and 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 blow any second!
I reached over and took his rigid cock in my hand. I loved the velvet steeliness of it; how it felt so hard and so spongy at the same time! Oh, man. I put my head closer to the head of his dick. I could smell Hank's smell, and it grew stronger the closer my nose got to the head of his cock. I stuck out my tongue and tasted the pearl of precum that had formed at the opening of his piss slit.
Man o man, that tasted good! Hank moaned, and I stuck out my tongue again, and licked the head of his cock all around, like an ice cream cone. I closed my eyes and dwelt on the sensations; the tastes, smells, and textures. Then I licked the whole shaft, top to bottom and back down. Hank moaned again, and I wanted more!
I took the head into my mouth and felt it swell, as I swirled my tongue around and worked it into his piss hole. Damn! It tasted so good, and that velvet texture was now greatly enhanced from this perspective. Hank placed a hand on the back of my head and moaned again.
I worked my tongue under the flange of the head, all the way around, and then tried to take more into my mouth, and then felt like I was going to gag. "Easy. Take it slow and easy. Only take as much as you can," Hank whispered.
I backed up a bit, and lapped at the head and worked on the shaft. He moaned again. I pumped his cock with my hand as I worked the head around in my mouth. He gasped then, and held onto the back of my head. I must be doing something right! It felt so natural and so wonderful and so good, and wow, I wanted to go on and on, and do this on Hank forever.
I cupped his nuts in my other hand and felt them tighten up. I took my mouth off of his cock for a moment, and took one of them into my mouth and swirled it around. He moaned again, so I took the other one and did the same. He squeezed the back of my head, and then I went back to the head of his cock, and continued my stroking, as I loudly sucked on the head of his cock, while slathering it with my tongue!
I felt his balls tighten up, and he gasped again, and then began a guttural groan, which rose in a crescendo, as I felt his legs tense and heard him whisper through gritted teeth, "I am going to cum!"
His cock swelled, and then I felt the first warm load fill my mouth. I didn't get to spend much time tasting it, as I had to swallow it as another load was pumping in, and then another. I got the taste of it, that salty, tangy taste. Man, it tasted good! I stayed on the head of his cock, taking every bit of his load, licking the head of his cock until he moaned and pried me off of it. "Sensitive," he whispered.
I moved off of his cock, but still clutched it in one hand and his balls in the other. He was panting, as I watched him blink his eyes, and sweat glistened on his chest hairs. His eyes focused and he looked at me. He smiled and said, "You sure you have never done that?"
That embarrassed me, and I thought he was saying I was gay or something. I lowered my eyes, and my smile left my face. I was crushed. My roommate knew I was gay now! Oh, Shit! What was going to happen now?
That embarrassed me, and I thought he was saying I was gay or something. I lowered my eyes, and my smile left my face. I was crushed. My roommate knew I was gay now! Oh, Shit! What was going to happen now?
"No, no, I am kidding," Hank said, taking me by my upper arms. I had loosened my grip on his cock and balls, and looked up at him with my eyes filling. "Look, I believe you. I know you don't lie to me." He looked at me again. "I just mean - it felt so great! And you did it so well, I just, well, it was great!"
Did this mean he didn't think I was gay? Was this the way the other guy's did it? I was confused again.
I tried to mumble something to get myself out of the bind I felt I was in. "I just tried to do what I thought I would want someone to do to me." It was barely above a whisper.
"Yeah, that's why they say that guys give the best blow jobs - they know what feels good!" he said, and rubbed my head. That made me feel better. I smiled at him and blinked away the water that was in my eyes.
"Okay, little brother, your turn," he said, as he moved forward and off of the bed. He pulled me up by the arm pits, and suddenly I felt awkward.
"Look, Hank, you don't have to if you don't want to. You just promised me you would teach me about it and ..." I was nervous now. I didn't know what to think about Hank sucking my cock. I felt I should be taking care of him. I was the little brother. He directed and I followed. He shouldn't have to do this.
"Hey, little brother, I keep my side of agreements. I accepted you doing me, so it is my turn to do you. I told you I have done this before. Hell, everyone there did at least once. Some guys like to do it more than others, and some liked getting it a whole lot." He smiled. I wanted to ask which he was. But I knew that mister macho, my-roommate-Hank, would be one who liked getting, and probably had guys and girls giving him blow jobs!
I reluctantly sat on the edge of the bed, and he knelt between my legs. I was so horny; I had gotten so turned on by working on his cock I was afraid I was going to lose it before he could even do me.
He looked up from between my legs and smiled. Shit! My roommate on his knees between my legs ready to suck my cock! Oh fuck! He leaned in and took my dick in his hand, and then lowered his mouth over the head of my cock. The warmth of his breath. Oh Shit! I was going to lose it! I had never imagined anything like this.
He lapped at the head of my cock, and my whole body shook, and my legs continued to tremble and jitter as he engulfed the head of my cock, and then he let his tongue swirl around the head, and, oh fuck! "I'm cumming!" I moaned, and reached for and held onto his head. I pistoned into his mouth as I began to shoot, blast after blast. OH, OH, OH!!! FUUUCKKKK! That was so fucking mind blowingly incredible! I was panting, as Hank sucked load after load out of my cock.
Then I knew exactly what he meant about the sensitivity! Shit! I had to pull him off of my cock. I thought I was going to go through the ceiling. My eyes focused, as I came off of the high, and I looked at Hank. He had a big grin on his face as he licked his lips. I blushed, and felt humility sweep over me. My roommate had sucked my cock! No shit! Not only had he sucked my cock, but he had taken all my spunk as well. Wow!
"Going to have to work on the hair trigger there, little brother," he said, smiling. He rubbed my legs and stood up. His dick was hard again? Or still? He wiped his chin, saw me looking, and said, "My little brother's sweet cream!" Then he grinned.
He stood up, then sat down next to me, thigh to thigh. He patted my leg. "So have we completed your education? Or is there more for you to learn?" I didn't know what he was thinking of, but my thoughts ran to him fucking me. But I didn't figure that would be covered in his education of me. That was one dream I was just going to have to forget about. But the thought, oh the thought! That got me going!
I shook my head, not trusting my voice at first, and then managed, "I don't know of anything else you have to educate me in." I said it kind of like an illiterate boy to a school master.
He laughed, rubbed my head, and then said, "Well, then I guess you are ready for fucking!" He smiled, as I looked at him shocked. Had he read my mind? "What? You don't want to lose your cherry?" He looked at me again, and I knew my mouth had dropped open, and I was blushing. "Come on, this is college. There has to be some young nubile coed out there that you want to jump the bones of?" He searched my face.
"Don't tell me," and I was afraid of what the rest of the sentence was going to be, "you are scared she will say no." Whoa, that was close. I thought he was going to name my secret.
I stammered, and hemmed and hawed, and he laughed. "Well, I am sure that I can line you up with a willing filly." He reached over and rubbed my head again, and I blushed deep red. I didn't want a girl, and I didn't want to fuck. I wanted to be fucked by him! But it was obvious now that that was never going to happen. He was straight as an arrow.
Something must have shown in my face, because he said, "Or, did you have someone already in mind? Or are you saving yourself for your wedding night, or is there some religious thing that I should know about? Am I stepping on toes here?" He honestly wanted to know.
I just shook my head; I couldn't put it into words.
"Okay, I don't want to push you, but I want to help you as well. So you just tell your brother Hank if you want any help scoring with the chicks." He smiled again, rubbed my leg, and then flipped my still hard cock with his finger. "Maybe this will stay ever hard until you loose your cherry." He laughed a bit, and pulled my cock down to my legs, and then released it. It snapped back up and hit me in the belly, causing my whole body to jerk. He chuckled, and rubbed my head.
He looked at the clock and then said, "If you want to grab a shower, you better hurry, if you want to make your session on time." He started to get up, and then he said, "Thanks little brother. That was a good blow job!"
I blushed again and managed, "Ah, thanks for continuing my education." He smiled.
I grabbed my robe, put it on, grabbed my towel and my toiletries, and went to the door. Hank was sitting down at his computer. He looked up at me, smiled, and gave me a thumbs up. I grinned, and returned the gesture. I nearly skipped down the hallway to the showers. I caught myself whistling in the showers! I was on a high! Shit! I had sucked Hank's cock. I had drunk his cream. I was dancing in the showers! Man o man! What a wonderful day! How did the song go? 'Zippadee do da, zippadee ay, my oh my, what a wonderful day ...' I hadn't heard that since I was a kid and my grandmother would sing it!
Wow, I was jumping up and down, splashing water, clapping my hands, and I yelled, "Yee haw!"
I turned off the water, and was humming as I dried myself with the towel. I rubbed my crotch and thought of Hank's head in my lap, and started to firm up. I quickly dried, and wrapped my robe around me before I became a human flag pole!
I stopped at the sink to comb my hair. I thought of brushing my teeth, but then I smiled to myself. I didn't want to get rid of that taste of Hank! I bounced out of the shower room, and strutted down the hall to the room. Once inside, Hank looked at me, and I must have been beaming, because he smiled again and went back to his computer.
I grabbed some clean clothes (Hanks) and got my keys and cards and wallet and said, "Wish me luck on my first solo photo session." I felt a twinge of fear run through me at the thought of what was coming. My smile faded just a bit.
Hank saw it and said, "Hey, little brother, you are going to knock `em dead." He thought for a moment, and added with a big grin, "And just think; you don't have to jack off before you go, because you already got off!" He chuckled, and I left, thinking not about getting off, but having gotten Hank off.
That buoyed me up all the way across campus. I found myself humming again, and putting a little swagger in my walk. Man, it was good to be alive! And half the fun was better than no fun, thinking of blowing Hank versus getting fucked by Hank.
Panic set in as I entered the building, and grew as I neared the office. My hand trembled on the doorknob as I reached to turn it. I took a deep breath and opened the door and walked in. Jim was at the computer as usual. He looked up, and pointed to the clipboard for me to sign in. "You are a bit early. The last class isn't quite done yet. But good that you are early; much better than being late. Thank you," he said.
"You can go ahead and change into the robe and wait here, if you want. You know where the lockers and robes are." He turned back to his computer and went back to work. It occurred to me that I was becoming surrounded by Jims!
I moved over to the lockers, opened one to find someone else's, some other guy's I could now tell, clothes hanging there. I could tell by the boxers hanging there. I closed that one and opened the next one. It was empty. I took off my clothes, still conscious that Jim was only a dozen feet away and probably watching me. In fact, when I turned to move to the robes, I thought I caught him lowering his gaze. Had he been studying my ass?
I took a robe and wrapped it around me. Then I paced back and forth, popping one clutched hand into the open palm of the other. I did this for several seconds before Jim cleared his throat and said, "Some of us are trying to work here!" I got the hint and put my arms down, and tried not to pace. I was fidgeting, but I tried to stand still. What would I have to do today? Would there be women in the class? That made me think of Hank's comment about getting me a girl. That would really be embarrassing, I wouldn't know what to do, and wouldn't want to do anything, but would I have too, just to make it look good for Hank? Could I?
The door to the other room opened, and Mikail came through in his robe. He saw me, and smiled. "Hey, how's it going?"
I nervously said fine. He walked over to his locker and, without hesitation, pulled off his robe, hung it up, and then turned to talk to me. He put his hands on his hips and said, "So, ready for your session?"
I nodded. I was staring at his body. It was nearly as toned as Hank's, except that he had more and longer hair than Hank did. He had that same ripple of muscles along the sides of his upper body. Amazing! And that swarthy, tannish complexion, yumm. And his cock was full and hanging down across 2 amazing balls, and he was uncut! And his pubic hair was so thick and kinky, and nearly 3 inches deep it seemed.
He had continued talking while I was checking him out. He had the same hair along his legs, but not on his ass or back. But his crack, as he turned to open his locker, had a dark band of hair defining it.
"My session was difficult. They had me in these contortionist positions, and wouldn't let me stretch or release the tension, but the girls certainly couldn't get enough of this," Mikail said, as he cupped his crotch. He was certainly sure of himself. "I was sure some of them were going to come up and tweak my cock!"
He went back to his locker, and pulled on his socks, while he continued on about everyone staring at him and ogling him. It didn't appear to have had any effect on his cock. It didn't appear to be leaking, or swollen like he had been hard. I was getting heavy, just looking at his cock, and thinking of being on display soon.
Mikail put on his t-shirt, which didn't cover his crotch, and asked, "So what is this guy like that we are all going to work for next week?" Shit! I had forgotten that it was with Thomas, and that we were going to pose with Mikail! That was really going to be difficult, and what was Thomas going to have us do?
"All I can say is that it is unusual, and really different from what goes on in these sessions," I said, and heard a noise from Jim. I looked over at him, but he had his nose to the computer.
"Like what?" Mikail persisted, stepping into his boxers.
I blushed and said, "I'd rather not say, and Thomas tends to like to keep his work to himself until he has it done. You know, doesn't want someone stealing his ideas." I was cutting my eyes towards Jim, and Mikail made an "O" with his mouth, and nodded his head.
"Okay, well, I guess I'll find out next week then!" He pulled on his pants, zipped them up, buttoned them, and then fastened his belt. He closed the locker, held out his hand for me to shake; I did, and he said, "Good luck in there."
He checked in with Jim, who handed him a sheet with his updated schedule on it. Mikail turned to me once more, smiled, and opened the door and left. The door swung closed, and I was alone with Jim again. I thought I was going to start pacing again, when the door to the studio opened and a guy said, "We are ready for you." ? I felt my stomach tighten as I followed him through the door.
Inside, the students were milling around. I followed the guy towards the paper where we had posed the day before. He went off and got a camera out of a bag, and started fiddling with it. I didn't know what to do, and he wasn't giving any direction. I looked around for where I should hang my robe, and didn't see anything. I was getting ready to take it off, when a woman said, "No, not in here. We are shooting outside today. Great light, and I have reserved the outdoor handball courts. They have some great graffiti, and we will be posing you in front of it."
She turned to her class. "So if everyone has their camera, let's go. Follow me." She opened a side door on the studio and led everyone outside. I was having a sinking feeling about this. We walked several hundred yards around campus. I felt very conspicuous walking around naked, with only a thin cotton robe covering me.
We got to the fenced in courts. There were four courts in a row, with only a small angled wall separating each court from the next. The instructor pointed out one court, and everyone lined up around the border of the court. The instructor then motioned for me to come forward. She told me to hand her the robe and then to go up to the wall of the court and the students would call out directions.
I realized I was sweating, as I felt a trickle run down my side from my arm pit. I was nervous, and was sure I was going to throw up if I took off the robe, and I was going to go hard. I would be standing there covered in puke, with a boner! Great photos that would make.
Then I smiled to myself and thought, can't throw up Hank's great tasting cum! I took off the robe and handed it to the instructor; I was now naked and outside in front of 20 people! Oh shit! My wildest fear and my greatest fantasy.
One student called out directions, and I tried to get into the pose she indicated. She! Oh shit, and the thought of Hank's comments about fucking a chick ran through my mind, and that helped keep my cock down. I began moving through the poses requested, and started taking mental pictures of myself. I felt they would be fodder for future fisting sessions! Great alliteration, I thought!
When I looked up, I realized that there were some students on the other side of the chain link fence looking through. Shit! I was now on display for the whole fucking campus! I went and faced the wall, and tried to push those observers out of my mind. I think I did get heavier as I got towards the end of the session.
But the instructor, when she brought my robe back, commended me on my modeling, and said I did a good job. She had heard about Hank, "the other guy you modeled with," and said she was scheduling a session for the two of us. She said she liked the shaved look and that I should keep it, but I was going to have to get a touch up soon, she said, looking down at my crotch. I blushed to see a bit of stubble appearing. Shit!
I put on the robe and tied it up tight. I was fighting a rising in my dick - too much attention, too much exposure, just too much! I walked back with the students to the classroom, several of them thanking me for modeling. One girl really tried to chat me up, but I didn't engage. I was really embarrassed that she had seen me naked, and now wanted to talk to me. I guess when I didn't respond, she moved on up with her friends.
Then a guy started walking next to me, and he thanked me for modeling, and said I seemed to have a natural talent. He laughed, and said, kind of under his breath, that he didn't think he could do that without sprouting wood! I blushed, and said that you just have to think of something else. My cock was stirring again. This guy had seen me naked, and now was talking to me. It was different than with the girl. I felt completely exposed for this guy. I don't know, humiliation definitely came in to play with both of them, and I didn't know which one more so.
"And how come you shaved? I mean, everywhere. Was it for the modeling?" He was studying my face as we walked; it made me very self-conscious.
"Ah, yeah, for the modeling," I managed to stammer out.
"And I noticed that it was, like, everywhere, even your ass; I mean your butt." I looked at him and thought he was blushing. I really noticed him then. He was one of those Gothic kind of guys: black hair, dark rimmed glasses, hair hanging in front of his face, pierced eye brow, and probably lots of tattoos. He wore dark plaid pants and black t-shirt, and a chain for a belt. A real art student. Maybe he was gay. Was he hitting on me? How could I tell? "How did you manage that? I mean, did you have to use a mirror, or what?" He continued along his line of questions.
"My, ah, roommate, ah, helped," I managed to get out, and fought the blush.
"Awesome! Your roommate shaved your ass for you? No, kidding! Wow, that's cool." He was nodding his head.
We were back at the classroom by then. I headed over to the door to the changing area, and the guy followed along. "I'm Jeff," he said, holding out his hand.
"Kyle," I said, giving his hand a shake.
"Maybe we can get together and talk some time," he said, hopefully. Was he really hitting on me? I had no experience at this. Here I was nearly naked, only a thin cotton robe between me and my birthday suit, and this art guy is trying to chum me up.
"Yeah, maybe some time." I tried to be vague.
"Yes, maybe, the next time you model for the class or something?" He was standing by the door as I went through it. I don't know if he expected me to invite him in or what, but he kept standing there.
"I, ah, have to get dressed now." I swallowed. "Nice meeting you, Jake," I said, instantly knowing I had gotten it wrong, and I said, "Jeff," at the same time. He grinned, and I lowered my eyes. "Sorry," I said.
"No, problem." He smiled, waved, and said, "Catch you later, man." I waited until the door closed, then walked over to the lockers. Phew! That was taxing. I knew if I thought about the last hour that I would just bone up right here. And that made me think of the previous hour, and that WAS going to make me bone up right here! I smiled again, as I thought of that.
I took off my robe and walked over to the hooks to hang it up. It was then that I was aware that there was someone else in the room besides Jim the computer guy. And it was a woman! And she was naked! Shit!
I quickly turned around with my back to her, and headed to the lockers. I opened my locker and grabbed my briefs and pulled them on. "It's okay; I was just getting my robe. I mean, if it bothered me, would I be doing nude modeling?" she said, and I still didn't turn to look at her. I waited until I had my shorts on over my briefs and was buttoning them before I turned around, and then I took one quick glance, saw she was wrapping her robe around her, lowered my eyes and said, "Yeah, I guess you are right."
"I'm Susie," she said, holding out her hand. Damn, did everyone want to shake my hand? I took it without looking her in the eyes. "We will probably see a lot of each other around here." She paused, "I mean, since we are both models we will probably meet here often. I mean, well, I think you know what I mean!"
Was she flirting with me? She had just seem me naked and, I am sure, with some swelling, and shit! This was just too complicated! "Kyle," shaking her hand, then turning back to get my shirt.
"Okay, well, Kyle, it was nice seeing you, I mean meeting you. See you around, I mean, oh, hell!" and she went out the door into the studio.
I heard Jim say, "Is she blond or what?" HE was beginning to sound gay to me. Was I developing gaydar? I had heard about it. But it certainly wasn't working around the dorms or anyplace else I had been, except here in the art department. Did that mean...? No, I shook my head. No stereotypes for me!
I mumbled something to Jim, finished dressing, got my new schedule from him, and saw that I now had 12 sessions through the end of the week and into next week, and a couple with Hank, the session with Mikail and Hank, and what was this? A session with Susie! Shit! Shit! Shit!
"Uhm, Jim, I think there has been a mistake." I handed the sheet back to him. He looked at the printed form and then at his computer.
"Nope, that's correct. You are getting a lot of work! Better touch up the shave job. Everyone, and I mean everyone, has heard about it and wants to have you model for them!" he said, rolling his eyes.
"No, not that. I appreciate that. I mean you have me down here to work with Susie next week. And I thought I either worked solo or with Hank." I looked at him hopefully.
"Oh, you don't do girls?" he said, with an arched eyebrow.
"Yes, I mean, no. I mean, I just hadn't thought about or planned or expected or .." I looked at Jim, and he had a smirk on his face.
"Okay, Kyle, you give it a try, and if the instructor says it isn't working, that the chemistry isn't there, then I will take you off the schedule with Susie." He looked at me again, as if he was peering over a pair of non-existent glasses, "Or should I just not schedule you with women?"
"It's just that I would feel uncomfortable with a woman. You know what I mean?" I saw his look, and knew he knew what I meant, and I blushed. I thought furiously, "I mean, I wouldn't want it to seem like I was exploiting a woman. I have too much respect for them." I thought that was a good line.
"Uhmm, hmm, too much respect. Is that what you call it?" He looked at me again. "Okay, the one session, and we will see how it goes, and then I can rearrange the schedule. Maybe Mikail will want to do it. What do you think?"
"Yes!" I said, brightening right up. "I think he would be perfect! Much more virile and, you know, macho."
"Okay, Kyle, one session, and then I'll see what the instructor says! Now get your shaved ass out of here. You have taken up enough of my time!" he said, but with a smile, and then went back to his computer. I realized he had a great job, controlling all the models and getting to see them strip. Nice work!
I headed out of the office and back towards the dorms. All the way back, I kept replaying the last hour and seeing all those spectators watching me posing nude. Shit! It really got me going; my cock was stirring in my pants. I would be ready for a jerk off session for sure tonight! And then I thought again of what Hank and I had done, smiled, and thought to myself. Maybe I could suck Hank again tonight! That would really be great!
I was fairly flying across campus in my high of well-being and sexual pleasure. I was smiling, humming, and swaggering across campus. Damn, I had one great roommate! And I wanted to taste his cock again! Wow! I licked my lips, and knew I wanted more of Hank's cream! Then I laughed at myself, seeing the changes that had happened in less than a week. It was amazing!
I bounded up the steps in the dorm, two at a time, arriving at our room a bit breathless. Hank was there, naked of course, smiling as he saw me enter. That made my heart thrill. He was happy to see me! "What? You scored with some chick? You look like you are flying high!"
Some of the light went out of my eyes then. I didn't like the comments about girls. Hank must have seen the change, because he said, "Sorry, I don't mean to hit a sore spot, but you seemed so happy, I thought something special had happened." He turned back to his computer. "How was the photo shoot?"
Something special had happened today. I had had sex with my roommate! How could I tell him that? I thought about his question, and answered, "It was okay, strange, crazy, wild; it was outside."
"You were walking around outside? Naked?" He turned to give me his megawatt smile. He looked incredulous and incredible. I loved that smile! I was really going head over heels for this guy! And I knew it could never happen, but it was nice to dream! I hung up my clothes as I imagined that. Back to his question.
"Well, I didn't walk around campus naked, but we went to the outdoor handball courts. It has a bunch of graffiti, and they used that as a backdrop for the photos. I wore the robe over there, took it off for the shoot, and put it back on to walk back to the studio." The thoughts of that session were sweeping over my mind again.
"I would have bet you $100 to walk back naked!" He grinned again, "Or I could have dared Jim to do it, and he probably would have." He shook his head, and chuckled,
I didn't want to talk about Jim. "And while the shoot was going on, students started lining up along the fence, looking at what was going on."
He turned and looked at me. "No, shit! You had people not in the class, staring at you naked?" He grinned, as he saw how my cock was swelling. "I bet that got your juices going!" He looked back up at my face, and worked to not blush, with little success.
"Actually, I managed fairly well. Aunt Edna got a workout, and once I got into the modeling it wasn't so bad." I paused, and lowered my eyes. "But it is really hitting me now, what I did! Being out there on display for so many people, and students from around campus just catching a glimpse." My cock was filling out and rising the more I pictured it in my mind.
Hank reached over and cupped my cock and balls in his hand, and I groaned. He smiled. "Lots of people getting to see these fellows?" I moaned, and my cock swelled more.
"Yes!" I hissed, through clenched teeth. "And I ran into Mikail in the changing room. He had just finished the session before me." I pictured his uncut cock and thick bush.
"Oh, yeah, Mikail. We have a session with him next week, right? How does he look without his clothes? I mean is the bottom half as fit as the top half?" He turned and looked at me.
"Yes, just as toned, and he is uncut!" Why did I mention that?
"Cool. Should be an interesting photo session then!" He turned back to his computer. "Anything else happen?"
"I, ah, ran into a girl in the changing room." He turned to look at me, and smiled. "Yeah, but before you ask, both of us were naked. I took off my robe before I knew she was there. It was very embarrassing!"
He chuckled. "You had just spent nearly an hour naked in front of a bunch of men and women, and some people not even in the class, and got embarrassed being naked in front of one girl? What are you going to do when you get a girl alone?" He grinned.
"Hank, please." Then I stopped, took a breath, and continued, "Sorry, just a bit touchy about that." He looked a bit wounded.
"Sorry, little brother, just joking with you." He looked at me strangely, and I tried to smile. But damn! It hurt to be teased by him about girls. But I couldn't tell him, so I would have to get used to it.
"It's okay. I guess it was just everything. I was a bit tense doing the shoot without you, and trying to control myself, and being embarrassed, and being turned on, and then Jim, the computer guy, was giving me a bad time. Sorry, I guess I was just taking it out on you." I had to make something up. I hoped that made sense; I didn't like being frustrated with Hank.
He saw the look on my face, stood, put his hand on my shoulder and said, "Little brother, I am sorry. I didn't mean to add to your anxiety. Don't worry about it. When the time is right it will happen." I didn't get what he meant at first, and then I did. Girls. My shoulders slumped a bit.
"Damn, I did it again. I am sorry, little brother. Hey, it's about time for dinner, and I am starving. How about you?"
My emotions were in turmoil, but I nodded, and tried to get a grip. I guess he noticed it, because he didn't say anything else, except to pat me on the shoulder again as he moved to get his clothes. He was such a great guy!
I cleared my throat, and put back on my clothes. I smiled then, and thought of how many times today I had taken off my clothes! And that made me think of the session with Hank, and having his cock in my mouth! Wow! Hank's dick in my mouth! Who would have thought? I hoped I would have it there again, soon. Maybe for dinner? I laughed at the thought of getting a liquid protein dinner. I wondered if Hank would think that was a healthy meal.
"What's so funny, little brother?" Hank asked, as he pulled on his t-shirt.
"Random thoughts. Sorry," I said, and smiled to myself as I pulled on a t-shirt as well.
"Okay?" he looked at me.
"Yeah," I said, as I looked at him and smiled.
"Okay then, let's get some grub." He led the way out of the room to the stairs, and then down to the dining hall. As we walked in, I remembered we were meeting Jim here for dinner, and groaned inwardly. I didn't know if I could take more of him today. I mean he was a nice guy, but he was trying so hard to become our friend, and to do everything with us. I had to be the type of man that Hank was, and try to like the guy.
Sure enough, Jim was waiting by the door for us. "Hey guys!" He was still wearing my gym clothes. The guy definitely had guts to walk around all afternoon in those stinky clothes. I had to give him that.
"Hey," I said, and responded to his outstretched fist. I was never a high fiver or fist toucher. I never understood.
Hank did likewise, and then we headed into line to get our food. As usual, Hank picked out my food; a fact that wasn't lost on Jim. He watched as Hank selected the food, or ordered for me, and as he placed the plates on my tray. Then he looked at Hank, and then to me. I knew there would be questions at the table. But I liked Hank taking care of me and directing me.
We found a table and sat down, and then the question came, "So Hank picks out what you are going to eat?"
I looked at Hank, and then answered, "Yeah, he is helping me get fit, and so he is picking out a balanced meal and healthy stuff. I am learning about eating right, and getting better at it when I am on my own." I smiled and looked at Hank, who nodded.
"Man, you are great roommates!" And not for the last time did he say, "Wish I had a roommate like that!"
He looked at his plate and then at ours and said, "Maybe you could give me some pointers, Hank?" He looked up at Hank expectantly.
Hank smiled (did he ever frown or get mad?) and said, "Sure. Anytime." He looked over at Jim's tray. "For example, rice would have been a better choice, and brown rice, when they have it, instead of potatoes. And chicken or the fish, rather than the stroganoff." He looked up at Jim to see how he was taking this. Jim smiled and nodded, but looked a bit chagrinned. Hank continued, "And go for water, rather than soda. Or you could do skim milk. And whole wheat bread would be best, if you are going to have bread. The salad is good, but I would have gone with a lighter dressing." I guess he figured he had said enough, and didn't need to mention the cheesecake on his tray.
"Ah, thanks. I can see how I could do this better." Then to my amazement, he got up and took his tray to the return, went and got another tray, and started through again. My mouth was agape as he returned with a plate nearly identical to mine. He saw the expression and said, "Nothing like right now to get started! Thanks, Hank."
The guy was amazing! He was trying so hard; I had to give him that. Hank smiled, and we began eating. Jim asked, "So how was the photo shoot?"
So I had to tell the story again, to his comments of, "That's so hot!" and "No, you're kidding!" and "Man, you are so lucky" and finally, "Shit, I would have been boned up for sure!"
I had told the story around eating, so it had taken a while. At the end, Hank said, "Yeah, Kyle is out there fishing for a hot chick!" My smile faded; he saw it and said, "Sorry, little brother, it just slipped."
I didn't know what Jim was going to think of the `little brother' comment either.
"Wait, wait, what's with the little brother, and what's the problem with girls?" Jim leaned forward, eagerly anticipating the answer.
Hank looked at me and smiled. "Kyle reminds me of one of my brothers, and he never had a brother, so he thinks of me as his older brother, which I don't mind. I had only older brothers, and never had a younger brother, so it kind of works out for both of us. He gets an older brother and I get a younger brother. Right, little brother?" He reached over and rubbed my head. I blushed and looked down, but nodded.
"And the girls?" Jim persisted, leaning in closer.
"Nothing," Hank said, looking at me, reading my face.
"No, what?" Again he persisted.
"Nothing, really. Kyle is just trying to figure out girls, and all." That sounded pretty vague.
"Who can figure out girls?" Jim said, leaning back a bit. "That's why guys always hang around with each other. So much easier to understand each other, and no one gets upset if you need a little release." He made a pumping motion over the table, and grinned.
We had finished dinner, and Jim asked, "Do I get to take these clothes off now?"
Hank looked at him, smiled, and said, "Sure you can take them off right here!" I was afraid he was going to do it! But the look on his face was priceless. I saw the color drain from his face. "I am just kidding!" Hank said. Jim tentatively smiled then.
"Sure, let's go upstairs and you can get out of them. You did great with the date." We put our trays away and then headed for the stairs.
As we climbed them, Jim said in a hoarse whisper, "Hey, how about we get Kyle to take some of those pictures we talked about? You know, for that auction site."
I looked at Hank, saw him pause, think of something, then smile. "I think that might just be a good idea. Something to do before going off to study." He looked at me, smiled wider, and nodded. I had no clue what he had in mind, except that it involved me being naked, hard, and being photographed in front of Jim. My cock swelled and pushed at the fabric of the briefs I was wearing. I never knew what my roommate was going to come up with next!
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