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.
I had actually not thought I would get back to sleep, but I must have drifted off because I woke to my crack being massaged by Hank's hard cock. Was he starting without me? But I went ahead and pushed back against him. He was so hard, and it felt so right to have him working against my ass that way. But I wanted more! I started moving my ass around, and I must have moaned, because Hank came awake and said, "Sorry!"
"Don't be sorry! I was enjoying it." Shit, I couldn't believe I was telling my roommate this. "I wanted more."
Hank laughed, and put his mouth to my shoulder and snuffled against it, tickling me. "You are so funny, little brother. And so horny!" He squeezed me tightly and said, "Is it time?"
I was shy again, and just nodded. He chuckled, understanding my timidity. "How do you want it?" he asked, pushing my face down so he could look at it.
"In my ass?" I said quizzically.
He started laughing, and that embarrassed me. I guess I looked hurt, because he rubbed my head and said, "Little brother! I mean, do you want up on all fours; do you want me facing you; doggy style; the splits; or what?" He saw the look on my face and smiled again.
"I think that face to face will be best for the first time." He smiled. He reached over, opened the night stand, and brought out a bottle. He moved around on the bed and said, "I am going to use some lube and get you loosened up a bit."
I just nodded, not knowing what to expect, other than I thought I wanted this, but now that it was happening I wondered if I could handle him in my ass. I had only had my own fingers in my ass and never anything else.
Hank moved around, pushed the covers out of the way, and had me lay on my back. He smiled as he poured some of the lube on his finger and then brought it down to my ass. "Relax and push out," he instructed, as he worked to get his finger into my ass. I had done this to myself, but I was eager and tense about this. "Relax," he said again, as his finger popped inside.
Wow! Hank had his finger inside me. He moved it around, lubing up my hole, and, I think, trying to relax it. I looked up at him and he smiled. He put some lube on his cock and then lined up. "You sure?" he asked, and smiled.
I nodded, and he said, "Smile! And relax. It may hurt at the beginning, but I'll take my time and let you get used to it, cause I think you are going to like it after that!" He was grinning as he looked down and lined up his cock with my hole. I panicked and tightened up, and he said, "Relax, and push out."
I let out the breath I was holding, and felt him push in. The head popped in and I thought I was going to pass out, it hurt so much. I clamped down hard and closed my eyes as he kept making soothing sounds and rubbing my head.
I pushed out as he said, and he slid in a bit. He stopped and let me get used to that. He was watching my face, and, I guess, judging everything by that. When I felt my face relax a bit, he slid in a bit more. I gripped his shoulders as I watched his face. His smile relaxed me, and I felt him slide in more. And then some more, and the pain wasn't as bad.
"All the way in," he said, and bent and gently kissed my lips, "and you are so hot and it feels so great!" I felt him flex his cock in my ass, and moaned. It felt sooooo good! I tried to relax more, but there was no more to relax; he was filling me up!
"Better?" he asked, looking at my face again. This was an incredible position. My legs were back and over his shoulders and his face was over mine. I was glad we chose this position.
He withdrew a bit slowly, and I felt an emptiness. I didn't want him to pull out! But he stopped at some spot, and I felt a jolt of electricity go through my throbbing cock when he hit a spot in my ass! Oh, shit! This is what they talked about. My cock had softened a bit at the pain, but it was up and ready to go! And letting me know it! I felt it throb and looked and saw a bead of precum roll down it.
`Yes!" I whispered, and he smiled. He knew what he was doing, and knew what he was doing to me. He rubbed his cock head back and forth over that spot until I didn't care what he did anymore; just as long as he didn't ever take his cock out of my ass!
He began a very slow withdrawal and then back in -- ever so slowly. My eyes rolled up and I heard him chuckle. "You like that?" I nodded my head with my eyes still closed. "My little brother likes a hot cock up his ass?" I nodded, and then froze for a moment, but he wasn't putting me down. I opened my eyes and looked him in the face to see any signs of malice, and found none. He was smiling that soft smile of his.
He continued this slow penetration for what seemed like hours, and it was so delicious! Slowly, ever so slowly, he began to speed up a little bit faster and a little bit faster. And as he did, the heat built in my ass, and I squeezed down on his cock, and he moaned and pushed in deeper and harder.
Then he did a thing where he vigorously fucked that one spot in my ass over and over, driving me crazy. I thought that at any minute I was going to blow. My head was thrashing on the bed, and I was moaning, and he just kept smiling as he watched my face.
He then began to pick up the pace with faster and faster plunges into my ass. I began to beg him, "Harder, please! Faster! Please! Please Hank! Fuck me!"
He did; he began to really go at my ass, I felt his balls slapping my ass, and I was alternating tightening down on his cock, and soon I felt him begin to tense up, and heard a moan begin deep in his chest.
He went back to increasing the friction over that wonderful place in my ass, and I knew I was going to lose it soon. Oh fuck! I wanted to scream out, but I began a groan of my own and felt that wave mounting within me, and knew I was close and that I was going to cum without touching myself and that took me over the edge and I began to shoot and shoot and shoot and I felt him pulsing in my ass and he pushed in deep and I felt him swell in my ass and he said, "YESSS!"
His breath was ragged as he opened his eyes, smiled, and looked at me. "You like that, little brother?"
Once again, I couldn't trust my voice, so I nodded my head vigorously. My emotions were wild - the sex, lust, climax, and the fact that Hank was the one fucking me for the first time just played havoc with my feelings.
He laughed a little, and slowly slid his cock out, and then lowered his head again and planted a soft kiss on my lips. I smiled and reached for him. I wanted to hug him and hold him and forget about class today. He let me lower my legs, and I raised my head to kiss him, and he responded with another kiss. Then he raised up and just looked at me smiling.
That's when my mind went into its usual after-the-fact whirlwind. Oh shit! What had I just done. No way! I had been fucked! Oh damn, and Hank had done it. What did he think of me? What would others think, if they knew I had let a guy fuck me? I hoped he didn't tell anyone. I hoped he didn't tell Jim, or his brothers. Shit! His brothers. Had he ever done this with them? Had he ever done this with someone else?
He sure seemed good at it. Was I just another notch for him, like the guys used to talk about the girls in high school? Had this all been an elaborate ruse to get me to let him fuck me? Was he laying there thinking, look what I got him to do? My heart starting racing again. I was worried now.
It had felt so wonderful and he had certainly pushed me past all my limits, and had made me cum without even touching myself! Shit! I couldn't believe that had happened. Why was I lying here second guessing myself? Hadn't he asked if this was okay? Hadn't I asked him? Did that make me a slut for wanting him to fuck me?
I guess he felt my pulse racing as his hand rested on my chest, because he said, "What's wrong? Did it hurt too much?"
I was about to answer, when there was a knock on the door. In about 15 seconds it was repeated, sounding urgent.
Hank climbed off of me and the bed, and went to the door. He opened it and it was Jim, "Hey, guys! I thought I might go running with you, if that's okay?" I turned to look at him and he was in a wild outfit of cotton shorts, compression shorts, a t-shirt with a tank shirt over the top of that, and the colors were a whirl of red, blue, brown, and purple.
Jim looked at Hank, down to his still swollen wet cock, and then over at me with my pool of cum on my stomach and wet cock. "You guy's jerking off or something?" Hank had let him in the room.
"Yeah, or something," Hank said, smiling, and flipping his cock a bit at Jim, who couldn't seem to take his eyes off of it. My heart raced; I was afraid he was going to tell Jim what we had done. I didn't want that. I didn't want that shared. That was something special between the two of us, even though a minute ago I was worried that Hank had planned the whole thing to seduce me.
"Come on, little brother, get your ass out of bed. It seems it is time to run!" Hank was standing by his closet pulling on his light nylon running shorts and a nylon tank. I was very conscious of being covered in cum. Jim had seen me cum before, but I still wasn't comfortable with sex in front of other guys.
But I rolled out and up, picked up my boxers and wiped the cum off of my stomach, relishing the smell of it, and wishing I could taste it, or better yet, Hank's. Jim said, "You guys are so lucky, being able to jerk off whenever you want to." His crotch was swelling a bit as he watched me move over to the closet and get out the running shorts and shirt that Hank had given me. They were a light green, and as close to wearing nothing as possible.
Hank was pulling on and tying his shoes while standing, and I always loved to see that, and the way the muscles in his legs played while he did this. I had to sit on the chair and put mine on, which brought focus to my ass, and it was a little sore. I smiled, but tried not to show too much, as I didn't want Jim asking questions.
It had taken us all of a minute to dress, and then I realized I had to take a piss. I knew Hank wouldn't let me close the door, and I had to go; seemed like I always did after I came. I walked into the bathroom, lifted the seat, pulled down the front of my shorts, and hauled out my still wet cock.
Hank said, "Kyle is working on being piss shy, so let's go help him."
He led Jim into the toilet and they stood, one on each side of me. "You are kidding, right?" Jim asked, looking at me and then at Hank. "I mean you two go to the bathroom together as well?" He shook his head, while I concentrated to get my stream going. "My roommate is such a privacy freak. If I take a leak and forget to close the door, he walks over and slams the door to the bathroom, but never says a word. It is like he doesn't want to hear it."
Hank had taken out his cock and had his stream going immediately, which helped a bit, and I was able to get mine going. Jim stood and watched as we filled the bowl, mesmerized, it seemed.
Hank finished first, flipped his cock, and then put it back in his shorts. He reached and flushed as I finished up and flipped and tucked my cock back into my shorts.
"Okay, let's hit it boys," Hank said as we left the toilet. He opened the door and we headed out and down the stairs. Outside, Hank explained to Jim, "We are going to jog easily for 5 minutes, then stretch, and then we begin to run seriously. And Kyle gets these notions now and then that he has to make the run naked, so be prepared to strip down and follow him!" He chuckled, and Jim looked at me quizzically. I just shook my head, and began jogging along with Hank. Jim hesitated a moment, but was soon in a line with us.
"You know, my roommate acts as if he never gets horny or never jerks off. I have tried to get him to talk about porn or jerking off, but he gets mad and changes the subject." Jim chuckled and said, "In high school, we had this one guy that said he never jerked off - he had too many girls and they took care of him. He would get mad when we pressed him on it, and said only perverts and gays had to jerk off." He sure could talk, even when jogging.
It was along this first stretch of jogging that I realized that my ass was leaking. I felt the liquid running down my legs, and then realized it had to be Hank's cum! That made my cock stir in my shorts, and I hoped that it wasn't noticeable.
"We would mention jerking off and he would leave the room. Really became mad when one of the guys, searching the web, found an article that said all men masturbate, whether they are married, gay, straight, having frequent sex or not. He didn't talk to us for a week." Jim wasn't having any trouble with the jog; I had thought he would.
"Then one time, I went over to his house. His mom let me in and told me he was upstairs. When I made it upstairs, I heard noises coming from his room, and wondered if he had one of his girls up there and his parents didn't know. His door was open a crack, and I peaked in to see him naked on his bed, jerking his cock for all it was worth. He was reading a magazine and had his headphones on. The head of his bed was closest to me, so he didn't see me, but I certainly could see him."
I felt that I had a trickle that ran down the whole inside of my leg. I could tell where it was wet by the feel of the breeze on it.
"I could tell he was getting closer and closer as he fisted his cock. When I thought he was right on the edge, I tiptoed over and cranked the volume on the music system all the way up." Jim laughed. "He jerked and began shooting all over the place, but nearly came off of the bed with fright. He saw me, turned red, threw off the headphones, and started swearing at me. I was laughing my ass off. He told me to leave, and I could tell he was really mad. I left laughing, and his mom wanted to know what was going on. I just waved my hand and laughed, and then shook my head as I left the house."
Jim continued on, "He didn't talk to me for at least a week. Finally, I cornered him and said, `Look, it's no big deal. I told you everyone does it. You didn't need to have to get so mad and deny it.' The guy thought for a moment, and then told me that he thought that only gay guys did that, and he didn't want the guys to think he was gay. He also thought we were going to make fun of him if he ever admitted it or, worse, did it with us."
I could identify with that. I asked, "So you had lots of jerk off sessions as well, with your high school buddies?" I was also trying to keep him focused on not talking about my legs.
"Yes, nearly a daily thing. They used to always want to see me get off, because I could lick my own cock."
I nearly stumbled, and stopped to right myself. "You can what?" I asked incredulously.
Jim smiled, and turned around, and ran backwards facing me. "I can lick my own dick!"
"Yeah, right," I said, getting back in stride.
"No, I can. I'll show you when we get back to your room. I can still do it, even with this." He patted the bit of belly he had.
Hank said, "Yeah, we had a guy that could do that, and he had us all try it." He smiled and said, "Time for stretching."
We were stopped on a spot on the lawn by a group of trees. Hank took us through the usual stretching exercises while I imagined seeing Jim suck his own cock. Then I thought about sucking my own cock, and wondered if I could do it. My cock stirred in my shorts as I thought about it. I had a picture in my mind of Jim in some bent over contortion licking the head of his cock. Then I thought of Hank doing that, which put a new picture in my mind, and I smiled as I stretched and turned to Hank's directions.
As I bent, I saw the drool of spunk down my leg. I wiped at it with my hands, and looked up to see if anyone had noticed. Hank was looking at me, smiling. He knew what it was, and what I had done. I blushed a bit. But it appeared that Jim had not noticed.
After the stretching, Hank set the pace for us, and as with the last couple of days, he was pushing me, and it took effort to maintain the pace. But it was beginning to feel good, these morning runs with Hank. And now Jim. I didn't know what to think about Jim joining us on our runs. He was a nice guy, but this was my time with Hank, especially when I had Hank's cum running down my legs!
I smiled and thought to myself, but I would prefer more time like this morning with Hank. That made me pick up my pace, and it seemed like it took less effort to keep up with Hank.
Jim was quiet as he ran along with us. He didn't seem to be struggling as much as I had thought he would. He kept surprising me on many fronts. But I still felt he was edging in on Hank and me.
All through the run, I kept replaying the last 24 hours and how marvelous they had been! My roommate was gay! And he liked me! And he had fucked me! Shit! Shit! It was all so unbelievable. I wanted to do that again. May I have more, please, Sir?
I must have had a silly grin on my face because Jim asked, "Are you thinking about sex again?" I looked at him, and he was smiling. Had it been that obvious? Did I have a boner? I tried to tell; I knew I was swelling, but not hard.
I guess the blush on my face gave me away, because they both laughed. I tried to make my face blank and concentrate on running. That was when I realized that we had run more than half way through our usual course.
Hank said, "Jim, this is where Kyle ran naked through the campus. Are you up for the dare?" Jim staggered, and looked from Hank to me and back.
"You are kidding, right?" he said, slowing down a bit.
Hank pulled up and looked at Jim. "No, not kidding. Both of us did it. Down to that building and back with only shoes on." Jim looked to me, and I nodded. He looked scared. He looked around; at this hour there were few students about.
He didn't say anything; he just reached his arms across his chest and grabbed the bottom of his shirts and pulled them off over his head. "You don't have to do this, if you don't want to," Hank said, as Jim finished pulling off the shirts.
"No, if you guys can do it, so can I." He sounded a bit nervous as he said it. He looked around, took a deep breath, and pushed his shorts and compression shorts down. He had to toe off his shoes, so he could get the compression shorts off. He quickly slid his feet back in them when he had his shorts off. He looked around again, and then, leaving a pile of clothes, took off running. I could tell he was really pouring it on, pumping it as fast as he could. His butt bunched and flexed as he made the mad sprint down to the building.
I wondered if he was getting hard. Then I saw him tag the building and turn. He came back fast, really pushing it. I looked and saw his cock swinging back and forth with his pace. Didn't look hard, but it was definitely not soft!
I think it was the same crossroad where Hank met some people that Jim almost collided with a group of students. He burst through them and sprinted on towards us to their laughter and applause!
He nearly collapsed at our feet when he got back. He bent over to catch his breath, and I took in his ass, the trace of hair along his crack. What would it be like to fuck him? Why didn't I picture fucking Hank?
He grabbed his shorts and left the compression shorts laying there, and just pulled on the shorts. He started laughing after he caught his breath. He pulled on just the tank top as well and stood up. He was shaking and laughing. "What a rush!" He looked around and then said, "I wonder if that counts?"
"Counts?" I asked, still checking out his crotch.
"Yeah, you know, the tradition." He looked at me and, I guess, didn't see any comprehension. "Before you graduate, you have to streak the quad, from one side to the other and back. I guess most guys do it at night, but there have been some daytime streakers as well." He was still panting a bit.
"I had heard rumors about this, but thought it might be an urban myth," Hank said, with his usual smile.
"No, I heard it from several guys from different classes, and there is even a web site where photos get published of guys doing it." He looked at us. "I don't mean every guy that does it, but there are plenty of shots of guys doing it." He looked at us again and then said, "Really!" He paused again, and then added, "And most of the shots are from the rear." He seemed disappointed.
Hank laughed and clapped him on the shoulder. "Well, this was probably farther than the distance across the quad, but it isn't the quad, and two, you were wearing shoes, so you weren't naked. You have to be naked to streak."
I pictured guys running naked across the lawn, and liked the picture I saw. I wanted to catch some guys doing that!
Jim smiled and said, "I guess I'll just have to do it again, but on the quad." He looked at us. "One day before I graduate!" knowing that he had 4 years!
I laughed, and we headed back to the dorms, Jim carrying the extra clothing.
Back at the dorm, as we entered the stairwell, Hank said, "50 bucks says you can't run up the stairs naked to our room, and 100 that you can't do it hard!"
Jim looked at me and then at Hank. "You serious? Or are you just betting Kyle?" I couldn't tell if he was eager to try, or fearful that he was being challenged again.
I thought about the morning and the camera and the money and Hank and all and then said, "You are on, but only if you do it as well!" I said, looking at Hank.
I liked the smile on his face, but was worried now that he was going to say yes. A tremble passed through my body as I stood there waiting for his decision. The tension mounted as I waited for his decision. While we were waiting, a door banged open in the stairwell above us, and I panicked then. He was going to make us do it, and now there was someone coming down the stairs. Shit!
He reached down and grabbed the bottom of his shirt. He pulled his shirt off effortlessly, and I drank in the site of his body. Man, he was beautiful! He put his hands in the waistband of his shorts and looked from Jim to me and back to Jim. "You first," he said, looking at Jim.
I saw the look of fear cross Jim's face, and was, for once, sympathetic to him. I saw him swallow and look around. He pulled off his tank top, and then took a deep breath and pushed his shorts to the ground.
Before he could step out of them, Hank said, "Quick, someone's coming. Pull them up!"
Jim bent to pull them up, and at that point some guys turned the corner in the stairwell and came face to face with Jim's upturned ass!
"What the fuck, dude!?!?" one of the guys said, as he waved his hand in front of Jim's ass. Jim yanked up his shorts. The guys looked at the three of us strangely, and went out the door.
Hank was laughing, and Jim was leaning against the wall, holding his stomach. "I am going to throw up," Jim said, with a pale face. I had to chuckle at that as well.
Hank patted him on the shoulder and we headed up the stairs. Jim first and then me. I was thinking of Hank patting Jim on the shoulder, when Hank patted me on the ass. I jumped, smiled, and Hank chuckled. "Nice ass," he whispered. I blushed and headed up the stairs.
Jim stopped at our door, waiting for us to open it. Hank had the key, opened the door, and we went inside. "Showers?" he asked, looking at Jim and me, as he began to pull off his shirt and shorts.
Jim only had on shorts, not having taken time to put back on his shirt. He said, "I, ah, was wondering if you wanted to take some more pictures for that auction site?" He seemed eager.
Hank looked at me, then at the clock, and then at Jim. "What time's your first class?" Hank asked Jim.
"Not until 9:30," he answered quickly.
Hank was grinning. "Well, we could get pictures of you licking your own cock."
Jim grinned, and said, "Okay!" He pushed down his shorts in a quick motion and was soon standing naked. He bent and picked up his shoes, and proceeded to neatly stack them with his clothes next to the desk.
I pulled mine off; I was last to be naked, but I hung mine up on the hooks inside my door to dry out. Hank had done the same. He looked at me and smiled. I didn't know what he was thinking, but he seemed to enjoy having me on display in front of Jim. But I think he was interested in getting Jim's feat on the camera.
Jim stood looking between us and then said, "So you want to see this?"
Hank said, "Yes," while I nodded my head. Jim reached down and, without another word, started playing with his cock. It had already been heavy, and it didn't take him long to get up and hard.
He moved over, looked at the made bed, and then back at us, and then at the tousled bed. "Brothers," Hank said. "I am used to sleeping with my brothers, and I was lonely last night, so Kyle let me sleep with him," Hank said with a smile, and looked at me. I didn't like our secrets getting out, but this was pretty obvious. And please, Hank, don't tell him you fucked me!
"So you slept together, like naked?" Jim was stroking his cock. Hank nodded. "What fucking great roommates!" He looked between us again. "All my roommate does is fart and bitch and make a mess of the room!"
I smoothed the covers on the bed and put it back together again, thinking for sure that Jim would be able to figure out what had happened there merely by looking at the sheets!
Jim moved over to the made bad, laid down on his back, and then flipped his legs back over his head, until his dick was poised above his face. He looked from his cock to us and then back to his cock. He licked his lips, and then reached up and pulled down on his legs until the head of his cock was against his lips. Hank used the camera, and the image was burned into my head, along with the flash.
I was hard now and eager for action. Even though I had already shot this morning, I was ready again! I looked over at Hank as he used the camera again; he was swelling as well. He definitely seemed better at controlling himself than I was. I would have to work on that some more. I laughed again, thinking of poor Aunt Edna.
Hank was moving around getting shots from various angles. Jim opened his mouth and pulled on his legs, and the head of his cock slipped through his lips. I thought I heard him groan. I watched as he swirled his tongue around the end of it.
Curiosity got the best of me. "What does it feel like?"
"Amazing!" Jim said, around the head of his cock. He cut his eyes to look at me. "You can try it if you want?" For a moment, I thought he meant for me to take his cock in my mouth, and then I got it. He wanted me to try sucking myself.
I looked at Hank, and he nodded and motioned to the other bed. I laid down, and then swung my legs up in the same position as Jim. I was amazed to see my cock just an inch or so away from my lips. This turned me on, to think of licking my own cock! I pulled down on my legs as Jim had done, and the head of my cock was now just barely within licking distance. As I stuck out my tongue to taste it, I saw the flash from the camera. Hank was taking pictures of me like this!
Oh Fuck! That made my cock leak, and I licked it off of the head, and again the flash. Then I felt a hand on my balls, and I moaned. Hank was playing with my balls. Then he ran his hand along my crack, and smiled. My cock twitched, thinking of what he had done this morning, and that I was probably still wet there. I licked up more precum, and then looked at Hank.
He went back over to Jim and asked, "Jim, have you ever fucked another guy?" Where was he going with this? Surely, he wasn't going to suggest that Jim fuck me? Please, no, Hank! I lowered my legs and looked at Hank, worried.
Hank turned back to me and said, "Back into position. I want to see you take the whole head into your mouth!" He was smiling as he said it. I turned back, and flipped up into position, and tried to get the head into my mouth.
Jim was busy licking his dick, but he relaxed a bit, and released the head from his mouth before he could answer. "Yeah, I tried it on a dare with one of the guys. Tighter than a woman, but definitely not a woman." Did that mean he preferred women or not? I wondered.
"Did you ever have a guy fuck you?" Hank continued on. Was he wanting to fuck Jim now? Get a second virgin asshole in one morning? I was getting uncomfortable with this.
"Well, I, ah, yes. I mean it was a dare and all. It's not like I am into it or anything."
"Okay, just curious. I wanted to see what all you did with the guys. I understand what you mean, the dares and all." Hank looked at me and smiled. What was he thinking? Was he trying to find out if Jim was gay or not?
I watched as Jim went back to licking and sucking the head of his cock. Hank continued to shoot pictures of him.
Then Jim looked over at me, struggling to get my cock in my mouth. He rolled off the bed, and came over to me. He grabbed my ankles and pushed down a bit, and the head of my cock went into my mouth. Awesome! What a feeling! I tried to say thank you around my cock, and the vibrations on my cock nearly set me off!
I wasn't ready to shoot my load like this, with Jim watching, but damn it felt so good. Hank got more pictures of me, and that made me again wonder what he was going to do with them. I wondered what a guy would think if he saw me doing that to myself. Would he think I was some kind of pervert?
Jim released my ankles, and my dick slid out, and I moaned. Hank took another picture of me. I looked over and saw Jim's dick leaking, and he wiped the head and licked it off, and then must have realized what he had done, because he looked between the two of us, blushed, and started stammering.
"It's okay," Hank said. "You were caught up in the moment. It happens to all of us!" He looked from me to Jim and back. He looked at our hard cocks;mine was dripping, and I saw a pearl of precum on the head of Jim's. He smiled and said, "Looks like you guys are primed to coat another pair of Kyle's underwear."
I looked at Hank, who smiled again, and nodded. "Why don't you get that jock you wore yesterday," he told me.
I went, found it, and brought it back to Hank. Jim was sitting up now.
"Why don't you lie back down on your back, Jim, and we will drape this across your face, and we can jerk off onto it. It will make a great series of shots for the auction."
Jim laid back on the bed, but with his head at the edge of the bed. Hank laid the jock across his face, but you could still see his eyes through the various straps. Hank got a shot like this.
Then we moved up and stood over his face and began to stroke. But after only one or two strokes, Hank reached over and took my hand and put it on his cock. He then clamped his around my cock. I sighed, and thought my knees were going to buckle. He began to stroke my cock, as I worked on his.
"Way to go, jerking off your roommate! That's hot!" Jim commented around the jock. The jock was a dingy white, obviously well worn. I wondered what it smelled like from Jim's perspective. He had to be getting it full force.
It wasn't going to take much of this for me to lose it. Everything that had happened last night, and this morning, came swirling through my mind, and I began to rush towards the edge - that precipice where there is no turning back. Yes!
I concentrated on keeping a matching pace and rhythm on his cock, and felt it swell as we went head long over and into the abyss of oblivion. I began to shoot hot loads over Jim's face and the jock, and Hank quickly followed suit as well. The camera flashed over and over as we coated not only the jock, but Jim's exposed face as well.
I didn't realize I had held my breath, until I finished shooting and felt it rush out in a swoosh. Shit! Fuck! Awesome! Twice this morning I had been blown away!
I looked at Hank, and he smiled at me. He leaned in and pecked me quickly on the lips. Then he raised his hand to his lips and licked off my cum from his fingers. I did the same and savored the taste of Hank's cream.
Damn! What a fucking wild start to the day! I still had classes, another photo shoot, and a poker game today. Once again I marveled at how much had happened since I read that note from Hank on the first day of college, just five days ago! And I hadn't seen Jim shoot off into his own mouth yet! What a wild couple of days and what a wild bunch of guys!
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