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!
Hank picked up the jock off of Jim's face. Jim was smiling and wiping his face. "That angle, looking up at the two cocks as they exploded, was incredible!" He wiped some cum off his face, looked at it, and then licked it off. Then immediately looked at us, as if to see if it was okay. Hank just smiled and nodded.
Hank took the jock and hung it up to dry and set the camera on his desk. My gut wrenched a bit as I thought about the pictures that were on there. Fuck, what would people think if they saw those?
"Shower time, boys," Hank said, gathering up his stuff
I grabbed my robe and stuff and watched as Jim looked around the room. "Guess I need to stop by my room and grab my stuff. I'll meet you in the shower."
He started to pull on his shorts when Hank said, "No need to put your clothes on. Your room is only a couple of doors down the hallway." Hank looked at him and then said, "I dare you to do it." He watched as Jim looked from Hank to me and back again. He smiled and picked up his clothes.
"No fair holding them in front of you either," Hank said as Jim opened the door. We followed him out and watched his ass bunch and flex as he moved down the hall towards his room at a rapid pace. He just about made it before another guy came out of his room and met Jim in the Hall. Jim hurried on to his room as quickly as possible, and we had to laugh as he got to his door and it opened. His roommate was coming out as Jim was going in!
His roommate gave him a disgusted look and then walked down the hall shaking his head. Jim definitely needed another roommate.
We got to the shower and hung up our stuff. Hank led the way into the showers. As I turned on the water next to Hank and looked down, I realized that my dick was still shiny from the coating of cum. Hank saw my glance and smiled. His own was slick as well.
At the moment we were the only two in the showers. So I took the opportunity to talk to Hank. "Hey brother," man that felt good to say! "I didn't get a chance to say thank you! And to tell you how awesome that was this morning." I hadn't been able to talk to Hank since he had broken in my ass, and I wanted him to know that it meant a lot to me.
My emotions started up then as I saw the look of pleasure on his face. "Little brother, one, it was my pleasure. And two, I should be the one thanking you. That is one hot ass you have. I could do that all day long."
I blushed, and then laughed and said, "Yeah, but then I wouldn't be able to walk at all!" Then I retreated back into my shell and wondered what he thought about me saying that.
He rubbed my head and then reached down and rubbed my ass. Damn, that felt good. Then he leaned over and asked, "Would you like to try it some time?"
"What, fuck a guy?" Was he offering his ass?
"Yeah," he said, and smiled at the look on my face. "I think you could have a go at Jim's ass any time you asked for it. He is likely to do anything we ask," he said, as he began soaping up.
I could watch him wash himself all day long, the way the patterns of hair flowed with the water, and the play of the water over his muscles as he moved. "Well, what do you think of Jim's ass?"
"What about my ass," Jim said, stepping into the shower.
"Just commenting on how we are going to work it off of you if you keep running with us," Hank said, without skipping a beat. The guy was so smooth, and he was my roommate!
Jim stopped and looked over his shoulder at his ass. "It's not bad looking is it?" He moved over and took the shower on the other side of Hank. Hank boldly reached over and ran a hand over it.
"Not too bad. It could use a bit of firming up." He gave his ass a swat and Jim jumped. Hank laughed and then went back to washing.
I looked over and Jim was indeed firming up, his cock was growing steadily.
"My roommate caught me naked in the hall!" Jim said, as he took his soap and began to lather up.
"Yeah, we saw," I said, just before I put my head under the water to rinse off. I heard Hank chuckle.
"That was quite the look he gave you," Hank said, as he applied shampoo.
"Yes, I am sure I will hear how perverted I am, or something, next time I see him." He rinsed a bit and then said, "But at least I know I won't run into him here. I don't think he ever takes a shower, or if he does, he does it at 3 or 4 am so no one will see him naked." He rinsed a bit and then said, "Maybe he doesn't shower in the nude!"
Now he was being cruel, I thought. I washed my hair as I listened to him once again go through the litany of his roommate's problems.
Hank rinsed and looked at Jim's cock and once again he boldly reached out and this time took Jim's cock in his hand. Jim sighed and his cock swelled up to its full length.
Jim looked at Hank and did a sheepish smile. Hank laughed and said, "You want to take care of that?" Was he daring Jim to jerk off in the showers? Where anyone could walk in and catch him? Oh shit! My cock stirred again.
Jim looked up to Hank and then to me. It appeared he was looking for direction and I knew Hank was liable to give it to him.
"Well, it's not like we haven't seen you do it before," Hank, then looked at me and smiled. Oh fuck, he was going to do it! Right here in the showers!
Jim looked at us and grabbed his cock. I could tell he was off in that zone, that fog of lust. He put some shampoo on his hand and started stroking. His eyes closed and his toes curled up and his whole body went rigid. In mere seconds he was there, at the edge and rushing over. He started shooting blasts into the shower stream, bucking his hips forward as he pumped out the load through his hand.
Then his whole body trembled and shook and I knew the water was gettingg to his now extra sensitive cock head. He eyes opened and he inhaled through his teeth and pulled his cock out of the stream. He looked at us and it was as if reality had clicked back in.
He looked around to see if anyone else was there and the shuddered again. "Wow," he said as he shook his head as if to clear it. "Shit! I did that right here and anyone could have walked in!" He stuck his head under the spray and rinsed off again.
Hank laughed and went back to showering.
"Hey, watch where you are pointing that thing," Hank said, with a laugh.
I looked over and Jim was pissing in the shower, and it was getting close to Hank's leg. Jim turned his body a bit and said, "Sorry, I always have to pee when I am in the shower and especially after I cum, and I am just used to letting it go."
Hank laughed and said, "Remind me to let your roommate know, so if he decides to take a shower with you, he can watch out."
Jim threw water at Hank and smiled. I wondered about Jim's piss. Hank had talked about piss some, but nothing recently. Hmmm, something else to ask Hank about.
But thinking of jerking off here in the public showers really got to me and made me horny!
When Hank and I finished up, we moved off to get our towels and began to dry. Jim was soon there as well. I watched as he kept looking at Hank, especially his crotch. I caught him looking my way as well.
It dawned on me then, that Jim had to be gay as well. I couldn't figure out how to get around to asking that question. Hank would just come out and ask it, but I couldn't do that.
Jim was talking about his day and asking about ours. "Classes, lunch, a couple of photo sessions, one for Kyle and one for me, then dinner and. later, a poker game," Hank filled in.
"Oh, man, that has to be awesome - posing nude in front of all those people. I would probably walk around with a hard on the entire time!" He dried his crotch and then added, "Poker game. This is the one you were teaching Kyle poker for?" He looked up at Hank.
"Yes," Hank said, and then saw the look on Jim's face. "I'll check with Todd and see if there is an open seat." Jim was beaming.
At that point a guy came in, pulled off his robe, hung it up, and headed off to the showers. He had tattoos on his shoulders and arms. That reminded me - I had to ask Hank about that. I found the idea interesting and wanted to know more about it. I watched the guy in the shower. His hair hung down to his shoulder, and he was tall and thin. When he turned and faced towards us, I saw he had a bit of a goatee, and just a patch of hair in the center of his chest.
His cock was small and seemed about an inch or so long as it poked out over the top of his balls. He had a small patch of black hair surrounding his dick. I looked up and saw that he had caught me looking. He smiled, and turned around with his head under the spray. I blushed.
I was now checking out every guy as if he was gay. What would his cock look like hard? Did he suck cock? Had he ever had his ass fucked? I clinched my ass tightly at the thought of that. I wanted it again! Then I wondered what would have happened if he had just been 2 minutes early. Then I tried to imagine what it had been me and he had walked in two minutes earlier!?!?!?
I knew that if I continued this train of thought I would be the one walking around with a hard on, so I looked up and watched Hank finish drying, then reach for his robe, which he naturally left untied. I smiled, liking what I saw.
Jim wrapped his towel around his waist, and followed us over to the sinks as we shaved and brushed our teeth. We could do this in our own bathroom, but it just seemed like part of the showering process.
I reminded myself to ask Hank about shaving. "Hank," I said in a sotto voce, looking around the room, "I am getting a bit of stubble." Jim looked up from the sink and over at us in the mirror.
"Well, you should really get that taken care of before your photo shoot today." Hank thought for a moment, as he shaved another couple of strokes. "We have about an hour and a half for lunch. Why don't we grab something quick and then we could get you shaved up afterwards."
Jim leaned in, as we had been talking in low tones, and eagerly said In a quiet voice, "Could I watch?"
Hank laughed, and looked at me, and then said, "Yes, I guess. The first time was rather like a ritual, but this time will be more of a preparation, so I guess it is okay if you watch." He looked at me again in the mirror, and smiled. Then he added, "But you have to finish showing us how you suck yourself off!"
"Okay, awesome guys! And you bet!" Jim was smiling as he finished shaving his own face. Then he looked around the room to see if anyone had heard what he had said. I think he looked relieved when he didn't see anyone.
We finished up and gathered our stuff.
Jim was by the door, looking at Hank. When Hank didn't say anything, Jim said, "You want me to walk back to my room naked?" He sounded hopeful.
Hank laughed and said, "Sure. In fact," he said, as he sat his shaving kit down and began taking off his robe, "let's all do it." He looked at me and saw the look on my face. "Bet you $50 you can't do it as well?"
They were both standing naked now, with their robe and towel over one arm and their shaving kit in the other. I shrugged my shoulder and thought, what the heck, but my stomach tightened up, and I felt the adrenaline surge through me. I pulled off my robe and put it over my arm, along with my towel, picked up my kit, and said, "What are we waiting for?"
Hank laughed, and opened the door. Jim went out first, then me, and then Hank, chuckling as he did so. We must have been quite the picture, 3 naked college guys walking down the hallway. A guy came out of his room and looked at us, gave us a strange look, then turned back into his room and closed the door. I did a very nervous laugh, and hurried on down to our room.
Jim had peeled off at his room, and Hank hung back and made me stand at our door naked until he arrived with the key. This got me excited and nervous all at the same time. He was certainly bringing out this exhibitionist side of me. But there was something else to it. There was the chance of getting caught or of being embarrassed that had an effect as well. It turned me on! I was learning a lot about myself, the more time I spent with Hank.
In the room, Hank said, "You are becoming quite daring, little brother." He set his stuff down, went to his dresser, found his wallet, and then handed me money. "I am going to have to find some more difficult bets for you." He extended the money, and then withdrew it. ""Double or nothing if you go down to the dining hall that way." He smiled.
"No fucking way!" I said, reaching for the money. I opened the drawer and put it in with the other. I was going to have to count that soon!
I pulled out some boxers, and Hank said, "Why not go commando today?" He looked at me and added, "Look, you are just going to come back here and strip down for shaving, and then head out for a photo shoot where you are going to get naked again."
I was following Hank's directions as usual, so I put the boxers back in the drawer and found my shorts. Hank's shorts, and pulled them on, wondering if he had worn these shorts without underwear. Had his cock been resting on the same spot my cock was now? It made me swell, to think that maybe it had.
I pulled on a t-shirt and found my slippers. I grabbed my backpack and followed Hank downstairs to the dining hall. My cock twitched as I thought of Hank's dare to come down here naked. That is not something I could ever do! But the thought of it caused all kinds of tingles to run through my body. I trembled a bit as I put down my backpack and followed Hank through the line.
It seemed only natural that he was picking out my food. I just pushed the tray along, and smiled. I was feeling good, I mean my body. I had noticed how comfortable I was feeling, and full, and I was sure that my waist was getting smaller!
"There you guys are!" Jim said, as we neared the end of the line. I looked around, and he was smiling, and had a tray filled pretty much like mine. I had to laugh; the guy was certainly trying hard to become one of us. Maybe Hank was right, Jim would let me fuck him if I wanted to. I laughed then, thinking about fucking at breakfast.
Then I thought, did I want to fuck Jim? I mean, I couldn't imagine fucking Hank; he just seemed so much in charge, but Jim. I wondered what it would be like. What did it feel like to have your cock buried in a guy's ass? Was it anywhere as wild as a blow job?
`Earth to Kyle," Jim was saying, waving a hand in front of my face.
"Sorry, day dreaming." I managed, trying to get the image of my cock in Jim's ass out of my mind. My cock had swollen a bit, and since I wasn't wearing any underwear it was going to be very obvious. I picked up my tray and followed them back to the table where we had left our backpacks.
Thoughts circled around my head again, and then I remembered, "Hank, what do you think of tattoos?"
"You mean on me, on you, or in general?" he said, as he began to eat his breakfast.
"In general, I guess," not sure where I was going. I dug into my oat bran muffin as he began to explain.
"Two of my brothers have them and they like them. I don't know about on me. It is a permanent thing, and it would have to mean something special to me for me get one." He looked at me quizzically.
"You could get `Hank's little brother' tattooed on your arm." Jim said, munching on his own muffin.
"No, I think I'll get some lips tattooed on my butt, so I can tell you to kiss my ass," I said, with no malice and a big grin. Hank nearly choked on his coffee then. Jim guffawed. Then a thought again, "Or how about on your arm, `I can suck my own cock'!"
"That reminds me of this guy in high school. He had `your name' tattooed on his dick," Hank said.
"What!??!?" Jim interrupted. "He had Jim tattooed on his cock! Why?"
Hank laughed louder and said, "No, the words, `your name' tattooed."
"Why?" Jim asked.
"So he could win bets. He would bet guys that he had `your name' tattooed on his dick. They knew he couldn't possibly have their names, so they would always bet, and when he showed them, they all laughed. He won lots of bets," Hank explained.
"And he got to show his cock to lots of guys!" Jim said, with a grin around the muffin he was chewing.
"I can't imagine getting a tattoo on my cock," I said, trying to imagine how much that had to hurt.
"Well, think about having to have your cock hard while some guy works on it with a needle?" Hank said, and smiled. "Or how about a design that looks one way when you are soft, and another when you are hard?"
My cock was stirring again with all this talk of hard cocks and guys looking at cocks and so forth.
"Seriously, I think tattoos are good for the right person in the right place, and if they mean something, and if they won't impede your life in the future," Hank said.
"What do you mean impede?" Jim said, as he took a sip of his black coffee.
"I mean, like across your forehead, hands, etc. Someplace that would show when you were dressed for work. It turns some people off, so keep them in places that don't show when you dress for work." Was he suggesting that he would get one?
"So would you ever get one?" I asked.
He looked at me and smiled, "If it was for the right reason, in the right place, the right design, and the right person asked me." Now what did he mean by that? Was I supposed to ask him?
We were pretty much finished with breakfast by then, so I guessed I would have to ask him that later. When Jim wasn't around. Jim sure was trying to be liked by us and to become part of our circle. I still worried about his effect on Hank, and if Hank wanted to have sex with him.
We put away our trays, grabbed our packs, and headed out. At the front door, Jim said, "See you guys at lunch time, right here." He smiled, waived, and headed off to his class.
"Nice kid," Hank said. "Kind of eager to please, but seems like he just wants to belong. And he is a riot sometimes. I have to be careful, because I feel I could get him to do anything by just daring him. I mean, if I had dared him to come into the dining room naked, he would probably do it, if he thought it would make us like him more." Was Hank trying to tell me I should have taken his bet, or telling me that he was glad I didn't?
Then he did something that completely took me off guard - he leaned over and gave me a peck on my cheek. He smiled when he saw the shocked look on my face. He walked away, pointing his finger as if to say, "You're the one," or at least that's what I hoped he had meant.
I stood there for a moment longer, trying to process the fact that Hank had just kissed me in a public place. I quickly turned around to see if anyone had seen that. I couldn't tell from the people I could see; they weren't looking at me. What did I think about other people knowing that I was gay?
Shit, how could I process that? I mean, I had just told the very first person, ever, last night, and that was my roommate, who it turns out is also gay! What would people think if they knew I was gay? Or about public displays of affection between two guys? I had heard these called PDAs in high school, as girls talked about their boyfriends.
Once again, I was walking around in a fog as I headed out to my first class. I found it, miracle of miracles, and went in. I brought out my notebook and sat staring at it for the longest time. Images of Hank fucking me surfaced, and I replayed the sensations, the pain and the pleasure, and the feelings, and Hank's caring, and everything.
I was all tangled up in emotions again as I sat there. Finally, I mentally shook myself and tried to grasp what was being said. I needed to begin to get it together for class. Hank could make me study when we were together, but on my own like this, all I thought of was Hank!
I shook myself mentally and tried to focus. I followed along for awhile, but went off into replay mode again, with the delicious feel of Hank's cock in my ass, and the feel of the friction as he pumped in and out of my ass. Oh fuck, I wanted that again!
Class was over and everyone was packing up. I came back to reality and packed up and headed out with the other students. I found my next class and vowed that I would stay focused during this one. I got all set up and started taking notes, until I looked over and saw this guy. He was to the side and in front of me, so I had about a ¾ profile of him.
He was striking in several ways. His eyes looked green, emerald green, and bright! Then he had blonde hair, and it shone in the overhead light. His jaw line was strong, and he had a stubble of beard across his jaw. His hands seemed huge, and they were muscular and veined.
Then I looked down, and saw that his feet were similar - strong, large, and veined, with a dusting of hair across the arch of his foot. He was wearing shorts, and his legs were also strong and muscular. He had to be over six feet tall, and he seemed to exude masculinity. I watched as he smiled at something the instructor said, and his face lit up when he did.
He was so incredible to look at! Wow!
And then I thought, what are you doing? I have a fabulous roommate that likes me and has sex with me; why was I checking out this guy? My cock was stirring, and I was totally enthralled with him! Then a new thought surfaced. I am gay; I like to look at hot men! Maybe I would never have sex with him, but damn, I wouldn't turn it down if he offered!
I was smiling to myself as the class finished, and realized that another class had gone by without taking a note. I had to get this together. And then I realized that it was back to the dorm for lunch and a shave! My cock stirred again and, as I stood, I remembered I was commando.
I grabbed my pack and held it in front of me and headed outside. I shook my head and smiled; my roommate was going to shave me again. I swung my pack on and noticed that I was showing, but smiled, looked up, and started walking back towards the dorm. I was really flying around in my mind as I swaggered back to the dorm.
I didn't see the guy until I plowed into him. I made an 'oof' as we collided and nearly fell over. He grabbed me, and kept me from falling. I got myself composed and looked up. It was the guy! The dude from the class! The one I was ogling. Shit!
He was talking, and I wasn't listening. "I am sorry, what?"
He laughed and said, "I said, I am sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going." He was smiling, and holding out his hand. "Jared."
"Uhm, Kyle," I said, still trying to focus that this was reality.
He laughed, "Nice to meet you, uhm, Kyle." His hand was so strong as he shook my hand. Damn, he was sexy!
He finally said, "Can I have my hand back?" he laughed, as I released his hand and blushed.
He looked me up and down, and I wondered if he saw the slight bulge in my shorts.
"Nice meeting you, Kyle," he said, when I didn't say anything else.
"Ah, yeah, Jared, nice to meet you." Then I swallowed and said, "You are in my class."
He asked which one, and I told him, and he laughed. "I didn't see you there." Then he looked at me and smiled again and said, "I'll look for you in the next class."
My heart skipped a bit, and then I smiled. "Okay, see you then!"
Now I was really confused; why had I reacted that way?
I tried to put the feel of his hand out of my mind, and focus on what was going to happen next, and my whole body felt a surge. I was going to see Hank in just a few minutes! And he was going to shave me again! Wow! I wondered if we could get in another fuck before the photo session. Then I smiled, what if we fucked for the photo session!??! Wow, my cock swelled, and I knew I was definitely showing.
I bounded up the steps to our room, grinning as wide as I could. I nearly threw open the door, expecting to see Hank. But he wasn't there yet. I sat down my pack and stripped, getting ready for his arrival. My heart was racing as I paced around the room waiting for him. Shit! I wanted to see him! I was so eager to see him! Damn!
Fuck! I remembered we were supposed to meet in the dining room. Damn! I put on my clothes again, and grabbed the door knob. I raced downstairs and found Jim and Hank at a table. Hank pointed to a tray, and then the chair. He had already picked out my food! Awesome.
I sat down and found out they were again talking about sucking cocks. Hank was getting Jim to give details of his wildest time with it. It seems that the way everyone found out about it was from the guy he had caught jerking off.
Jim told the story of how he had come home from school after stopping by the store. He got home a little later than usual, but no one was home. He thought this was great, as it would give him time to enjoy himself. He went to his room, stripped, put on some porn, and started working away on his cock.
"What kind of porn?" Hank asked.
Jim looked up from his salad at Hank and said, "Ah, just porn, you know, guys and girls, ah, fucking and stuff," he paused, and then went on with his story.
When he bent to take another bite of his salad, Hank looked at me and gave me a questioning look. I didn't know what he meant. Was he asking me whether I believe his stories or not? I didn't know, so I just shrugged my shoulders.
"So there I am all hot and horny, and I move over to my bed, because by this time I knew that I could suck my own cock and wanted to do that."
"Why didn't you just start out there?" Hank asked.
Jim looked up and blushed a bit. "Because I like to get, you know, worked up before I get there." There was something he wasn't telling us.
"Anyway, I flipped my legs up and started licking the head of my cock, and then sucking the end of it. I was getting really hot and ready and close." He looked at us and gave us a you-won't-believe-this grin. "That's when my closet door flung open and this guy screams, `Got ya!' and I scream, and nearly jump off of the bed."
He shakes his head remembering, "It was the guy I had found masturbating! He had been hiding in the closet to catch me."
"What did you do?" Hank asked.
"I stammered and hemmed and hawed and said that it was the first time I had ever done that, and I had just wanted to see if I could and all." He looked at us and then continued. "He said that it looked like I knew what I was doing and had been practicing it. I denied it. He told me he was going to tell all the guys what I was doing. I said they would never believe him. He laughed and said, `oh, yeah,' and pulled out the video camera he had been taping me with.
"I tried to wrestle the camera away from him, but the guy is on the wrestling team, all state. He had me pinned in no time. I finally had to give. He said I had to finish what I started or he would show everyone the tape." He looked down at his plate.
"I had never done that in front of anyone. I just figured since I had done gymnastics since I was 13 that I was way more flexible than other guys, and figured it out, liked it, and kept doing it. But I had never shown anyone else that I could do that. He really pushed, and told me he was going to show everyone the tape, so I had little choice."
He smiled a sheepish smile and went on "So I worked to get myself hard again, which wasn't difficult, as I had done that before with the other guys. Then I got on the bed, flipped my legs up, and began working on the head of my cock. After a bit, I lowered my legs and said, `that's it,' and he shook his head."
Jim looked at us as he finished chewing a bite of bran muffin. "He told me I had to cum and I had to swallow my spunk. I was really scared he was going to show the other guys, so I flipped back up into position and went back to working on my cock. I had to mentally picture some of the porn to get me going again. I didn't know it, but he went back to filming me."
He had a crocked smile as he continued. "I finally got where I forgot he was there. You know that fog of sex that overcomes you?" I knew about that fog; I called it the fog of lust. Nothing mattered when you were in there, just sex and getting off!
"Anyway, I was soon shooting into my mouth and swallowing my cum," and, again, he looked at us sheepishly. "I don't normally drink my own cum; I usually chicken out, unless I am really turned on." I looked at Hank, but he didn't say anything.
"He told me he didn't believe what he had seen. I asked for the tape and he said no, he was going to keep it for insurance." Jim looked down at his tray and then back up. "He made me do him favors, like do his homework, clean his room, and stuff." I wondered what the `and stuff' included. My cock swelled at some of the thoughts that came to mind.
"So how did the rest of the guys ever find out?" Hank asked, then popped the last of his watermelon into his mouth.
"Several months later, we were at a party, and he let something slip, and everyone started egging him on, until I finally said that I could suck myself." He smiled. "I mean he didn't usually hang around with the guys that I fooled around with, but when they found out, the next time we got together, I had to demonstrate." He smiled. "They were fucking blown away!"
I could imagine that they were. I was finished with my lunch, and now my anxiety was returning about what was going to happen next. I was going to be shaved by Hank! And, oh shit, Jim was going to be there too! And he had just been talking about blowing people's minds. I didn't know how I was going to handle being shaved while he watched. And I still wondered what else the guy had made him do!
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