As we climbed the stairs, 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!
Hank was smiling away as we entered the room. Before the door even closed, Hank was undressing, and I followed suit. Jim looked around, and then started peeling off the clothes he had on. They were dry now, but the shirt was still tight. He got the shirt off, toed off his shoes, and then pushed the jock and shorts down to the floor. He bent and pulled off the socks, and looked around a bit self-consciously. Hank and I had hung up our clothes, and Jim picked up the clothes he was wearing and said, "Where do you want these?"
"You can put everything but the jock on the hook on the back of the door in the bathroom." I had a thought run through my head - what was Jim going to wear back to his room? Was Hank going to dare him to walk back to his room naked? I smiled to myself at the thought. I was already beefing up, wondering what Hank had planned, and the fact that Jim was coming out of the bathroom with the jock, and his own cock growing perceptively.
"Okay, we are going to take some shots of Kyle with the jock, and then we will get a load of cum for it. Everyone up for that?" He looked at me and smiled as he saw my cock rising. He said, "Looks like Kyle is UP for it." He smiled and looked at Jim, who was looking from my cock to Hank's back to his own, which continued to swell.
"Kyle, put the jock on and we will walk you through the positions." Two guys were going to be giving me directions as I posed for photos to auction off a cum filled jock. I shook my head, and wondered again what I was doing, but my cock told me this was good!
I stood there and pulled on the jock. My cock was fully hard by the time I pulled the waist band up, trapping the head. "Good, just like that." Hank took some shots.
"Now turn around," Jim said,
I obeyed. "Now bend over." Jim was directing now, and Hank was snapping pictures. "Now down on all fours. Yeah, that's it!" He was getting into this. "Spread your knees wider apart. That's it." The camera flashed, and Jim added, "Now spread your cheeks apart."
"Shit, I can't believe you let Hank shave you there." I felt his hand run along my crack, and my cock spasmed. "You are going to have to get a touch up shave soon." I looked back and saw him look at Hank. "Do you think I could watch when you do that?"
"Sure," Hank said, smiling, his own cock now growing. He seemed to be getting off on this as well.
"YES!" Jim said, pumping the air with his fist. He turned back to me. "Now take your cock out and wedge it between the two straps that go back across your butt and the bottom of the pouch." I knew what he meant. I had seen the shot before. I put my cock there, and held it down with my thumb while Hank took the pictures.
I was getting so turned on by this! My breathing was coming in gulps, as I moved and posed. "Now on your back. Cock sticking out the side of the jock. Yeah, just like that." I saw Jim reach down and stroke his own cock.
"Now pull the jock down so that it is below your cock and balls. That's it." My cock was swelling and straining. I wanted to touch it, to stroke it. It needed attention!
"Now take it off and hold it to your face." I did as directed, inhaling the sweat and stink of two, no, three guys! My cock swelled again, and a drool of precum oozed out.
"Now stroke your cock with the jock!" Jim was getting excited as well. What was pushing his buttons? Directing someone to do these things or doing it to a guy or being naked in front of two other guys or what?
Hank continued to shoot pictures as Jim positioned me. He had me stand and put the jock at various places and stroke my cock again with it.
"How about Hank puts the jock on, and Kyle kneels at his feet with his head next to the jock, and Hank shoots the picture down his own stomach?" Hank grinned, took the jock, pulled it on over his own rigid cock. I knelt and put my face up against the warm pouch, and wanted to do more. I looked up into Hank's face as he took the shot.
I stuck out my tongue and licked the pouch, and the camera flashed. I took a bit of the shaft between my lips, and the camera flashed again. I mouthed his cock more through the fabric and tasted the sweat, musk, piss, and possible cum that saturated the pouch. My cock throbbed.
I became lost in this play between Hank and I as he continued to flash pictures. The fog of lust engulfed me, and I moved on out of desire. I reached up and freed the head of Hank's cock from the side of the pouch and licked it. Hank moaned as the camera flashed. I wanted more! I reached up to the waistband of the jock and pulled it down, letting his dick hit me in the face as it was released.
The strobe light of the camera made the whole thing seem unreal. I looked at his cock and saw the drop of precum form at the head. I stuck out my tongue and licked it free. Yumm. I went on and took the head into my mouth and tasted every bit, working my tongue as deep as I could into the piss slit. I didn't want to miss one bit of his essence. The camera continued to flash.
I looked up and saw Hank smiling as I licked the shaft of his cock and cupped his balls. His smile got wider, and I reached up and encircled his cock with my fist, squeezing tightly. I felt, as well as heard, his groan. Flash! Flash!
I took him into my mouth, and tried to take more than I had earlier. Flash! Flash! I went as far as I could, and tried to push past the gag reflex, but could only stay so long. So I retreated, sucking his cock as I brought it so just the head was once again filling my mouth. Flash!
I looked up again at Hank through half opened eyes, and saw him nodding behind the camera as it flashed, and I swirled my tongue under the flange. I saw his eyes roll up and the smile broaden. The camera continued to flash and I continued to work.
I was now pumping his cock with one hand, rolling his balls around with the other, and working on the head of his cock with my mouth. I stroked faster and the flashes came faster. The tempo mounted, and I felt his balls draw up, and knew it was getting closer, and still the camera flashed. Then his cock swelled, and I heard the hiss of the intake of breath, and knew what would happen next. He began to shoot!
He pulled back a bit and his cock popped out, and spunk shot across my nose and around my eyes. Flash! And then I had the head back in my mouth, drinking every drop. My eyes were closed again as I savored every drop, but I still saw the flash of light through my eyelids.
I heard another hiss, and felt him push back on my head again. I opened my eyes and tried to focus. Hank was grimacing, and I knew that he was in that sensitive stage, but I didn't want to let his cock go. But he gently pushed me off, and then smiled. "Awesome, little brother!" he said.
"Fucking awesome!" Jim exclaimed, and reality clicked. Shit! Jim had just seen me blow my roommate. I was so embarrassed! What was he going to think? Did he think this went on all the time? Shit! Shit! Shit! I had gotten carried away. I looked down, and Hank reached down and pulled my chin up.
"Yes, little brother, fucking awesome!" He smiled and nodded, telling me it was okay. I was not so sure. I was so mixed up. That had been so incredible! But having Jim watch? How did I feel about that? But more importantly, what did Jim think about it? About me?
I sat back on my haunches and looked from Hank to Jim and back. Hank said, "Jim, you've done that with your buds, haven't you?" He really put him on the spot.
I saw Jim blush and then nod his head. "Yeah, we all tried it at least once." He sounded almost defensive. "All guys do it at least once, right?"
Hank said, "Yes, it is a common part of the adolescent growing up process." He sounded so confident, so professorial, so certain.
Jim relaxed a bit then. Hank continued on. "Kyle just never had the opportunity. He never had a group of guys to hang around with, and to try all these things. Today was the first time he had ever experienced giving or receiving a blow job. I think that he got caught up in the sexual situation of the session, and just did what he thought you wanted for the shots."
I just nodded.
Jim looked from Hank to me and back. "Yeah, and it was hot!" He grinned and added, "You should sell dozens of those jocks with those shots!" Shit! Hank had shots of me sucking his cock! He couldn't put those on the web. He wouldn't, would he?
I saw that Jim was stroking his cock; Hank noticed it as well, and said, "So we still need a load for the jock! Who's going to provide it?" He looked from Jim to me and said, "Or do either one of you want a blow job, or to give one?" I saw the look in Jim's eye, and wondered if Hank did as well.
Hank must have, because he smiled and said, "I think I have an idea for a couple of great shots."
He moved out of the way, and then said, "Kyle, get up here on the bed and lay down on your back." I moved and did as he requested. "Knees up and apart a little bit more." I did, and noticed that I was still rock hard, and had precum rolling down my cock.
"Now, Jim, up on the bed, in the opposite direction. You know, the standard 69 position." Hank was smiling, seeing the look on Jim's face. But Jim complied. Soon, I was looking up into Jim's cock, and he had his face over mine.
"Gentlemen, start your engines!" Hank said, and took a picture. I understood what he meant, but did I want to do this? Did I want to go down on this guy I barely knew? Did I want to have his cock in my mouth? Then I felt the warmth of Jim's breath on my cock, and I groaned and raised up to take the head of his cock into my mouth. Once again, there was the flash, flash of the camera, and that made my cock swell in Jim's mouth.
Jim's technique was to bob his head on my cock, taking much more of it than I could of Hank's. I concentrated on doing what I had done to Hank. Jim was playing with my balls as well.
He took the whole length of my cock in his mouth, down his throat, and then hummed! Oh shit! What a sensation. His nose was buried against my balls as he sucked. I almost lost focus on doing him because of what he was doing to me.
I felt his fingers running up and down my crack. My cock twitched and swelled. Then his finger stayed at my hole. I squeezed it tightly shut. Flash, flash, the camera continued on.
My cock was going through such new experiences, and I was trying to pump up into his mouth, wanting more! He moved back to the head, and drove his tongue into my piss slit, sucking at the same time. I gasped, and relaxed my ass. He slipped his finger in a bit then. I clamped down around it. He had his finger in my ass! Oh fuck! Then he moved his mouth, and was breathing on the area behind my balls, and I thought I was going to go over the edge then.
This was so intense. I tried to focus on giving him pleasure, but he was taking me to new places. His tongue traced along that patch behind the balls. Wow! Then his finger pulled out, and I felt his breath in my crack! Oh shit! And then his tongue! On my hole! And oh, oh, oh, shit! I was shooting, load after load against his chest, humping his chest, wanting the sensations of touch and friction. He must have felt it, because he moved back and took the head of my cock in his mouth, sucking the last of the cum out. I gasped again, and every muscle tensed in my body. Oh, Fuck!
I had stopped on his cock, as I tried to breathe around the sensations flooding my body. He continued to work on my cock, until I cried out because it got so sensitive! I couldn't reach his head to pull him off, but I was trying to pull my cock away from his mouth. He got the hint and came off of it, and licked up around my lower stomach.
"Good shots guys!" Hank said, once again bringing me back to reality. Shit, more pictures of me with a cock in my mouth.
"Jim, you didn't cum, did you?"
Jim shook his head and said, "It's okay, I can always..." Hank cut him off.
"No, it's good. We can do one more set of shots. Back up a bit off of Kyle." Jim backed up bit, and then sat back on his haunches. Hank walked over and put the pouch of the jock over my face and said, "Now go for it! Give us the money shot! "
Jim got it right away. I could see around the pouch, that he was beginning to fist his cock over my face. He sped up the pace, and was soon grunting and flexing his abdomen. I knew he was getting close. I felt his legs tense beside my head, and then he grunts, and he began to pump out his load onto the jock lying over my face. The flash continued to strobe while he emptied his spunk onto the jock. Some missed and hit me on the eyebrow, but Hank was getting it all on the camera.
Finally, I heard him sigh. Then he took his hand and wiped it through my hair. Hank picked up the jock and said, "We should get a thousand for this, especially if we sold the pictures along with it!" That made my stomach sink and tighten. Sell pictures of me sucking a guy's cock? Shit! Could I really do that?
Jim got off the bed then, and sat down on the other bed. I sat up as well, and wondered where we were going to go from here. There was an awkward moment before Hank said, "Come on guys. We are all guys here, this is nothing we haven't all done before. Nothing to be awkward about." He smiled his usual disarming smile.
"We can all sit around naked and get each other hard again and go at it again, or if everyone has had a good spurt, then we can play some Texas hold 'em. Kyle is just learning."
Jim smiled and said, "Seems like Kyle is learning all kinds of new things!"
Hank walked over, rubbed my head, and said, "Yeah, that's what brothers are for, to help their younger brothers learn about life, and all the things that go with them." He smiled as he looked at me, and I felt very possessive again. It felt good having Hank talking about me as his brother!
Hank brought out some cards and a bunch of penny's, and proceeded to explain Texas hold 'em to me. I found it confusing, with small blinds and big blinds, river cards, and all. But I tried to pay attention and to understand what Hank was saying. I mean, I knew about what beat what, but this was just a bit off of that.
And terms like "all in and bluffing" I tried to grasp. Jim seemed to understand it all, or had played it before. Where did I grow up that I didn't get this knowledge?
We played for an hour or so, until I seemed to be getting it, when Hank finally said, "I think that's enough for tonight, and Kyle has some studying to do."
"Ah, Mom, five more minutes." I said, trying to sound like a petulant little kid. Hank and Jim both laughed. Hank put the cards away, and the change. He walked Jim to the door and said, "Catch you tomorrow, right?"
Jim said, "Yes," then turned to the door and then turned back, "I'm naked!"
Hank laughed and said, "Yeah, I dare you to walk back to your room that way!"
Jim blanched, and then smiled. "I can't wait to see the expression on my roommate's face when I walk in this way!" He took a deep breath, opened the door, and headed out into the hall. He gave a thumbs up to us as he closed the door.
Hank laughed. "Quite the character." He looked at me. "You okay with everything that happened?" He searched my face. "You were awesome! Sexy and hot! And I think you blew, almost literally, the socks off of Jim." He smiled and said, "I mean, I don't think he was expecting that to go that direction at all."
He looked at me and rubbed my head again. "So you are one hot mother-fucker. Or should I say, Aunt Fucker!" He laughed. He patted me on the shoulder.
"And don't worry, when the right girl comes along you will get to get it on with her even better." He saw the look on my face.
"Kyle, little brother, don't go all glum on me. I know you don't think it will ever happen, or that it will work, or whatever, but it will. I am sure. You will get your chance at a little nooky. That is what college is for!" He patted me on the shoulder, but could tell he wasn't getting through to me.
"Come here, little brother. Sit down on the bed next to me. I want to figure this out with you. We are going to get this squared away once and for all." He sat on the bed, and moved back until his back was against the wall. He patted the spot next to him, just like he had this afternoon. Man, I had no clue what he was going to say or how I was going to make it through this, and all I could think of was the taste of Hank's cock.
"Now what is this all about? Every time I mention you getting it on with a chick you go all glum and sour. Is it that you think that it is never going to happen?" I shook my head, not trusting my voice. "Then what?" He thought for a moment. "Is it," he paused, "Is it because you think that since we fool around that you won't like girls?" Damn, he was so close! I couldn't answer that question.
When I didn't answer, he pushed on. "Look, just because we fool around. Shit, just because you held my cock, sucked my cock, or Jim's, or any of that stuff. That doesn't mean you can't have fun with girls. I told you all guys do this stuff. And once guys start hitting it with the girls, they usually don't continue on. I mean all guys jerk off, even married men, so guys continue to do that, and sometimes with their friends, but it isn't anything."
Oh, fuck, he was really putting it out there, and making me say it. I just couldn't.
"Come on, little brother, you can talk to me about this. Really, there is nothing you can say I wouldn't understand, or probably haven't thought myself." He put his hand on my thigh and said, "I want to be there for you. I don't want something bothering you, and I don't want to have to tippy toe around a subject, afraid I am going to offend you. I need to understand what's going on in your head, if I'm going to be a big brother to you." He was so sincere! Oh fuck!
He sat there quietly, waiting for me. I didn't know how to say it. I opened my mouth to say it, but couldn't say it. Tears welled up in my eyes, and he saw them, and that made me feel worse. My heart was pounding away, and I was getting a lump in my throat. I was certain if I told him, that everything would change. He couldn't except a gay roommate. That would end all our intimacy. No more sleeping together, no more fooling around. Everything would be gone! Shit! He had backed me into a corner. I didn't see anyway out!
I waited a bit more, hoping I could outlast him. A tear fell from my eye and ran down my cheek, and I thought Hank was going to cry as well. "Little brother, nothing can be that bad. Tell me so I can help you. I hate to see you like this!" He reached up and wiped the tear from my face. "Please!"
I cleared my throat, and wiped my face, and mumbled, "I can't."
"Yes, you can. I am going to stay here with you, be with you and we are going to work this out. Most of the time you seem so happy, and you have been coming out of your shell and doing more, and seeing more, and experiencing more, but then you go all dark and somber." He paused, and lifted my face so he could look into my eyes.
"Look, I am no psychologist or anything, but I do have lots of brothers, and we have a pretty good family, and we were always able to talk about our problems, and figure out a solution. So what do you say? Give it a try."
I swallowed, and fought back the emotions that were overwhelming me. He was pushing and pushing! Okay, okay, I would tell him. It was time I learned to face facts. It had been a great week. I would always have that to remember.
I looked at him and tears streamed down my face. "Hank." I swallowed, and started again. "Hank," he nodded, encouraging me. "Hank, I am gay! I don't want to do anything with girls! Only with you!" I started bawling! I got off the bed and went to the toilet and closed the door. I sat on the toilet and grabbed a handful of toilet paper to blow my nose and wipe my face.
I heard Hank knock on the door. "Go away!" I said, over come with self pity. I was a morbid wretch, and that's the way I would live my life.
There was a bit of chuckle in Hank's voice when he said, "Look. One, you can't spend the rest of your life in our toilet; two, there is no lock on this door, so I could come right in anyway." He paused, and said, "third, so am I." Then he was quiet.
It took me a while to process that. What did he mean he was too? He had to pee too? Cause he couldn't mean that he was, that he was gay too? Nawh. Couldn't be! Not Hank.
As if reading my mind, he said quietly, "Yes, Kyle, I like guys, and I like you best of all."
My heart swelled, and I started crying again. This was just way too much. I began sobbing then, and Hank opened the door, came in, knelt down, and engulfed me in a hug! Then I felt his hot tears on my shoulder. Hank liked me; like I liked him! Oh, shit! We held onto each other and cried tears of joy. I would squeeze, and then he would, and we would get into another bout of crying.
Then I started laughing, picturing us sitting in the bathroom, one on the toilet, the other on their knees. Two naked guys hugging each other and crying on each others' shoulders. That had to be a sight! Hank got caught up in it as well, and started laughing. He moved back until he was looking me in the face, and started laughing again. He reached up and wiped away the tears on my face, and then leaned in.
And then tenderly, oh so tenderly, gave me a kiss! Oh, Shit! I leaned in and returned it, tears streaming down my face again.
I squeezed him tightly, and pressed my lips firmly to his, and felt his tongue invade my mouth, and thought about the pose we had done for Thomas, with the two of us kissing, and knew I wanted a copy of that, or better yet, we would redo it for him, with more fervor and passion.
Finally, we came up for air, and I was grinning like crazy, and Hank was as well. I grabbed a wad of toilet tissue and blew my nose, and then he grabbed some, and laughed, and did the same.
"Little brother, are we going to spend the rest of the night crouched around this toilet, or shall me go lay down on the bed and talk?" I nodded, smiled, and blew my nose again. He stood, and then pulled me up and, holding my hand, led me back to the bedroom. Our bedroom. I turned off the light in the bathroom, and then my desk lamp, as he did his. He led me to his bed and climbed in. He held the covers open for me to climb in next to him.
He lay next to me, looking me in the face, reading it, with one arm under my head and the other on my waist. "Feel better?"
I nodded.
"Okay, let's make a pact. We are not going to ever hide our feelings or emotions again! Right?" I nodded, and we are going to be proud of who we are and what we are?" I nodded again, my eyes threatening to let go again. This was so great! So wonderful, and as I like to say, so incredibly mind blowing!
He asked me how long I had known I was gay, and I let my story pour out. It was the first time I had ever been able to tell anyone all my thoughts, trials, fantasies, and desires. I told him what it had been like growing up, always hiding, always fearful people would find out, not having any friends, etc.
He let me get it all out, asking questions now and then so he could better understand, but basically he let me get it all out. He rubbed my side as I talked, which was so great. He was showing that he was concerned and cared and wanted to know what I had to say.
Then it was his turn. He told how one of his older brothers was gay, and how he had been accepted by the family. And while the brothers had all fooled around together and all, they never treated the two gay brothers any different. The others like girls and had families and were very happy and horny and having lots of sex with their wives and girl friends. But they still jerked off now and then sometimes when they were home with their brothers.
The same was true of Hank's high school friends; most had found a girl that they were constantly with. One of his friends was gay, and the two of them had learned a lot about gay sex, and experimented a lot together, but knew they weren't meant for each other. In fact, his friend, Todd, had found a steady boyfriend and was going to college with him.
I wanted to hear so much more, but I was exhausted. The day had really taken its toll on me, and I was fading fast. I nodded off twice, and my head jerked me awake, and then Hank smiled, turned off the light, and said, "Good night, little brother!" and bent over and kissed me on the nose!
I had wild vivid dreams; dreams of Hank fucking me in one of our photo sessions outside on a lawn, while students stood around and took pictures, and other students were lined up around the perimeter watching. I was so embarrassed, so turned on, so overjoyed, so happy, so excited. It seemed to take hours with the setting up of the scene, and him entering me and beginning to fuck me, and changing positions as directed by the students. And then finally, he and I came at the same time, and there was applause and more photos, and then everyone wanted to talk to us afterwards, and to congratulate us. It was a wild fucking dream!
Hank woke me up about 4 am and asked me what was wrong. I groggily said, "Why?"
"Because you are moaning and thrashing in the bed like you were in the throes of some fit!" He looked at my face in the streetlight that came through the window. "You okay?"
I smiled and was glad it wasn't very bright in the room so he couldn't see my blush. "I am fine! And you took me out of a great dream! I was having sex with you!" I smiled at the look on his face.
"What kind of sex?" he asked, and smiled a bit.
"It was for a photo shoot and people were watching us and, I mean the students were taking pictures and there were others standing around watching." I said, evading his question directly.
"Wow and what were we doing?" Hank asked, wrapping his arms around me from the back and sliding up closer to my back.
I hesitated before I answered and when I did I whispered, "You were fucking me."
He pulled me close and whispered back into my ear, "Is that what you want me to do?"
I didn't trust myself to speak so I just nodded my head. He whispered again, "And do you want me to do that soon?" I nodded my head and heard the smile in his voice as he said, "Before we go running?" I guess he sensed my eagerness, because when I nodded again he chuckled.
"Go back to your dreams, little brother and when you wake up, we can take care of that wish of yours." I snuggled back against him and lay there nestled in his warmth thinking about what this was really going to be like? His cock had grown against my ass. He seemed to think this was a good thing as well.
I had asked for it, was I ready for it? And then it hit me again, I don't know why, but it just didn't click with reality half the time. This was my roommate, that I had known less than a week. He was gay and he was going to fuck me! Shit! I still couldn't believe it all was happening to me. Maybe it was all an elaborate dream. But I didn't think so. I hoped not as I pulled his arm more tightly against me and tried to find sleep and that dream again.
Once again, thank you to all the guys that write with their comments, suggestions and photos of what you think the guys look like. thanks to my great proof readers - jared, jere, and kile - you help make it even better. however, any mistakes are mine. harryrod575@yahoo.com
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