"Right," I said, and thought about nine months of Hank's naked body, and figured that I was going to spend a lot of time in the toilet jerking off over the next nine months. Man, Hank seemed like the perfect roommate for me.
We headed down to the cafeteria for dinner. Hank led the way and selected what he wanted for dinner, and made recommendations on what I should have. I liked most of his suggestions, which amazed me. How did he know so much about me? He carried our trays over to a table and sat down with some other guys. We found out we were all on the same floor, and Hank asked if they knew of any poker games or dart games.
No one knew of any yet, but they were interested in joining in if one formed up. Hank said if he hadn't heard of one by the morning, then he would get one set up. We got to know them a bit over dinner, sharing information on home towns, majors, etc. They finished up before we did, as they had started sooner. So Hank and I were alone once again.
I asked him how he knew what I would like or what I should do. He said his next oldest brother, Bill, was a lot like me - a swimmer, a bit shy (but not as shy as me, he pointed out), so he just figured what Bill would like, I would like. That kinda made sense.
I told Hank about growing up being the "man" of the house and having to make decisions and look after my mother. She hadn't been too strong on planning, so I had done most of it. And it got around to how I was tired of making decisions, and just wanted to have someone else make them for a while.
Hank laughed, "Just the opposite in my house. Everyone was always telling me what to do. If it wasn't my parents, then it was my brothers. And when any of them returned to visit, it was just like I was 10 again and they were telling me what to do and what I couldn't do. So I am looking forward to being in charge and making my own decisions."
I laughed, and added, "Okay, so you can be my older brother and tell me what to do for a while."
He looked at me for a moment, then smiled, and said, "I think I would like that. Let's give it a try."
He looked around the cafeteria, and then said, "I bet you five bucks you can't eat five of those black forest cake deserts." He was looking at me smiling.
This was something I figured I could do. So I went and got a tray and put five of them on there and returned to the table. He said, "I take it you accept?"
"Yes," I said, as I sat down the tray with the five plates and three glasses of water.
He watched me intently, occasionally telling me I was going to gag or throw up, as I dug into the cakes. They were very sweet and it took a lot of water to wash it down. I was out of water by the time I got to the last piece. I started to get up and go get more and Hank shook his head. "You only get what's on the tray."
I looked at him, but wanted to accept the challenge. So I worked on the last piece and chewed slowly, trying not to gag on the sweet cake. He really started trying to get me to quit as I got closer to the end, but I knew I had made it and it made me feel good to pull it off. At last I finished the last bite and swallowed, and Hank said, "Way to go roommie, I didn't think you had it in you!" He patted me on the shoulder and then ruffled my hair. Then he added, "Or should I say, little brother?" He pulled out his wallet and handed me a five dollar bill. I didn't have my wallet, so I just put it in my pocket.
I laughed, as I continued to run my tongue around my mouth, getting all of the cake out. I could feel the sugar rush building and knew I was going to pay for that. But it felt good to complete his challenge and make Hank happy with me.
We put our trays away and headed up to our room. As we got off the stairs at our floor, Hank said, "I'll bet you 20 bucks you won't take off your clothes and walk to our room from here?"
My cock throbbed at the thought of that. But I couldn't agree to it, because I would be hard before I opened the door on the stairwell. I said, "No, not today."
He laughed and ruffled my hair again, and started to open the stairwell door. Then I said, "Wait, I'll bet you the same 20 bucks that you won't strip and walk to our room."
He looked at me and laughed, "You are on, little brother." He let go of the door handle and whipped off his t-shirt, unbuttoned his shorts, and pushed them, and his boxers, to the floor. I looked down at his cock, and wondered how he managed to do that without getting hard. He picked up his clothes and handed them to me. He opened the door and started walking down the hall towards our room, which was about six doors down.
He was half way there when someone opened their door and came out. It didn't seem to phase Hank at all. He gave a little salute, smiled, said "hi" and continued on, much to the consternation of the guy. I followed along, enjoying the view of his ass flexing as he walked. My cock was getting hard at the thought of having to do something like that.
He waited at the door, as he now didn't have a key. I moved his clothes to one hand so I could get my key out of the pocket. I unlocked the door and he went in. He laughed when he closed the door. "What a rush! I love being naked, and I had to be the first guy this year to stroll the hallway naked." He took his clothes from me and hung them up and put his slippers away. Then he turned and looked at me. "Pay up roommie, I mean, little brother." He laughed.
My cock was still stirring in my pants as I looked at him standing there naked. My mouth went dry as he absently scratched himself. I walked in a daze to my closet and got my wallet and, when I opened it, a bit of reality came back. "Hank, that's all I have left for the week."
He laughed and said, "Then you shouldn't have bet, little brother." He held out his hand. "You still have the five bucks you won for eating the desserts."
I knew that wasn't going to cover much for a whole week. I swallowed hard and handed over the twenty. I took the five out of my pocket and put it in my wallet.
I put it on the dresser and then turned to look at Hank. He was still standing there with his hands on his hips. "Well?"
"What, I paid you?" I said, not understanding.
He made a gesture with his hands as if to say, look at me. The light bulb went on, and I blushed. He was waiting for me to get naked. "Besides," he said, "you are wearing my clothes."
I pulled off the t-shirt and handed it over to him, then unbuttoned the shorts and pushed them down, leaving the boxers on. They weren't hiding much, and, when I thought about these being his boxers, it made my cock twitch more. "Come on, off with the boxers before you get a wet spot on them." He smiled.
I blushed as I pushed the boxers down, and my growing cock came into view. He saw my condition, smiled, and said, "It's okay, it happens. As I said before, it isn't as if I haven't seen a hard cock before." He walked over to me, ruffled my hair again, and as he took his clothes back added, "It will get easier, don't worry."
He put his clothes away neatly, then went into the toilet and started pissing, that same gushing noise as before. He asked me something while he was doing that, and I didn't understand, and asked him, "What?"
"Come here, I don't want to have to yell," he said, continuing to fill the bowl.
I walked in, and took in the sight of my roommate standing there pissing away. It made my cock swell a bit more. This was embarrassing! And I blushed. Fuck!
"I said, you want to make your money back?" He finished up pissing, shook his cock, and turned to look at me.
I didn't trust my voice again, as I brought my focus from his crotch to his face, so I just nodded.
"I'll bet you 50 bucks you can't walk from our room to the stairwell and back, naked." He was smiling as he saw my discomfort. "You could make back all your money, plus more, with just a simple 50 foot walk." He looked from my face to my crotch and back again. "Except it looks like you would be doing it with a rapidly growing cock!" He smiled again, and walked over and ruffled my head. Then he reached down and hefted my swelling cock. "And there are probably some guys on the floor that would probably like seeing this swinging down the hall!" He laughed as he released my cock.
No one had ever held my cock before, and I went from nearly hard to rock hard in a second. I was trembling as I looked down at my hard cock and then back at Hank. "Hank, I am sorry," I managed to mumble as I blushed.
He ruffled my hair, and again said, "Look, little brother, it's okay. I told you I have seen plenty of hard cocks, so it doesn't bother me." He looked at me again and then added, "That's the first time someone has held your cock, isn't it?" He was smiling incredulously.
I could only nod, look down, and blush.
He clapped me on the shoulder again and said, "Well, I am sure you were expecting someone different than your roommate to do it the first time." He laughed again, but in a good way, not in a malicious way, like I was used to from high school.
He walked back into our room and I followed him out. I thought about staying in the toilet until I went soft, but he had already seen me and he didn't seem to be concerned. But what kept rolling around my mind, and kept coming to focus, was the feel of his hand on my cock. The warmth of his hand was amazing. My own didn't feel that warm when I touched myself. And to think he had just held his own cock with that hand, and then touched mine. It made my cock twitch as I tried to get to my bed without him getting another look at my condition.
I lay down on my stomach on my bed, and curled my pillow up under my chest, bringing my head up so I could look over at him. He saw me and chuckled again. He turned his chair around, facing me, and started talking.
He began asking me about movies, books and music. We talked and shared what we liked and disliked. It was really great to just sit with another guy and really get to know him. He was so easy to talk to.
He talked about his girlfriends and how they had put out for him. He asked me about mine, and I tried to be vague. I caught myself before I blurted out about preferring guys. He had got me talking so much, and I was so comfortable with him, I had almost told him. That made my heart race.
He sensed the change and commented, "I am sorry, little brother. I forgot that you are a virgin. I shouldn't have rubbed it in your face. I can understand how that might hurt." He paused, and looked at me for a second, and then added with his great smile, "We will have to remedy that situation this semester."
I could only nod. I was imagining trying to screw a girl, and that made my dick so soft. What I wanted was to suck a cock for the first time, and I wanted it to be his. But I knew that was just a dream.
We talked on into the night, and it felt really good. I felt really relaxed with Hank. And he didn't seem to mind when I lowered my eyes from his face and took in his body. Each time I went past his cock with my gaze, my eyes locked on, and I felt my cock swell a bit.
I changed positions several times throughout the evening, and became a bit more comfortable being naked in front of Hank. I mean, after 3 or 4 hours of lying around naked with him, it did feel pretty natural. Just like brothers sharing a room. It felt so great!
I began to get drowsy around 2:00 am, and started fading in and out. Finally, he came over and tapped me on the shoulder. I looked out, straight into his crotch, as he said, "Get under the covers, get some sleep, we run at 7:00 am in the morning. I'll wake you at 6:30, so we can get ready."
I mumbled an assent, and climbed into bed, and drifted off to sleep. I woke once in the night and heard Hank snoring softly. I turned over and looked at him by the light that came in through the shade. He was lying on his back, with one leg out of the sheets. One arm was thrown up behind his head and the other lay along his side.
I lay there for a bit, smiling, taking in this sight, thinking this is what it's like to have a brother, before closing my eyes and drifting back to sleep. I had dreams of Hank naked and hard, and then him holding my cock. It felt like my cock was going to explode, and then he was squeezing it harder and harder and "Good morning, little brother." I came up from the fog of sleep and dreams, and opened my eyes. I was looking straight into a hard cock, and then I realized that there was a hand around mine! And it was hard, too!
I tried to pull the sheets over me and clear my mind. Hank chuckled, "I see you have morning wood, just like I do. See, nothing to be embarrassed about. Happens to all guys. Hell, my brothers walked around this way every morning. In fact, I would wake up with Bill's poking me," he chuckled again. "Now get your ass out of bed, take your piss, and let's get ready." I lay there blinking my eyes, and trying to figure out if he really did squeeze my hard cock, or if it was the dream.
Every time I opened my eyes, I saw his cock in front of me. It looked like a mirror of mine, about the same size and length, but his balls hung down evenly, and his black hair really framed his cock, emphasizing it.
He stood there waiting for me, so I really didn't have a choice, and it wasn't like he hadn't already seen me hard. I got out of bed and rubbed my eyes, and walked to the toilet. I stood over it and tried to get my cock to go down enough to piss. I heard splashing in the toilet, and looked to my left and saw that Hank was standing next to me pissing in the toilet. He was pointing his nearly rigid cock down and pissing away.
I have always had a problem pissing when another guy is near by. I can't use a urinal at a theatre with partitions between them, with someone standing next to me. Now Hank was expecting me to piss in the same toilet with him! I tried to focus on what I had to do, but could only picture him holding his cock and pissing, inches from me.
"What, are you piss shy?" he asked, as he looked from my face to my cock and back. "I guess I should have guessed that. Only child, no sports, and all. But we are going to have to work on that. Let me finish up here, and then I'll leave you alone. This time, but we are going to work on this. Brothers should be able to take a leak together in the same toilet."
Watching him piss was not helping the situation. I wanted to wrap my hand around his cock and feel it. I continued to stare at his dick while he finished pissing, all the while holding mine in my hand, with nothing happening. He finished up, flipped his cock a bit, getting drops on my leg, and then headed out. I stood there trying to focus, and get things going.
I finally bent and flushed the toilet to get the water running and close out the sounds of him in the next room. Finally, the stream started and I sighed, and I heard him chuckle. I continued pissing, and images of him squeezing my cock, and then me squeezing his, kept circling through my mind.
I finished up and was still almost as hard as when I walked in here. Usually, pissing allows me to go soft. So once again, I was going to have to face my roommate with a hard on. He was going to figure out I was gay, if I couldn't get this under control.
I walked into the room, and he looked at me and laughed. "If we weren't running, we would take the time to take care of that, but you have to get dressed and ready to go." He had pulled on a pair of running shorts, thin nylon material that covered very little of him. I could see that there were slits up the side, nearly to the waist. His cock and balls filed out the front rather nicely.
He was tying his shoes and said, "So get dressed. What do you have to run in?"
I thought for a moment and said, "The shorts I had on yesterday, I guess."
He laughed, "That will never do." He got up and went to his dresser. He opened the drawer and handed a pair to me. "Here, use these, but they don't have a liner, so put on a jock underneath."
"I, ah, don't have a jock," I said taking the shorts from him.
"Jeez, man, every guy has a jock." But I could tell he wasn't mad. Maybe exasperated, but not mad. He rummaged in the drawer and pulled out a jock and tossed it to me. "Here use one of mine, until we can get you some running gear." He looked to my closet and said, "And I suppose that the shoes you had yesterday are what you will run in, right?"
I nodded my head and looked down at his jock. I quickly pulled it on, trying to hide my erection, which was enhanced by the thought of putting my cock in his jock. I ended up with the head sticking out of the waistband a bit. I blushed and looked at Hank. He shook his head and said, "Don't worry, it will go down. What is the warning, "If you experience an erection lasting more than 4 hours, contact your doctor immediately!" He laughed. "I'll time you, and if 4 hours from now you still have a hard on, I'll take you over to the school nurse." He laughed at the thought of that, and I blushed again.
I pulled on the shorts and got my shoes on. He tossed me a thin nylon tank top to put on. Dressed, I felt nearly naked, as the material was so thin and light that, except for the jock, I felt undressed. Then I imagined running through campus in just my jock, and that made my cock twitch again.
Hank led the way out of the room, over to the stairwell, and down the stairs. Outside, he said, "Okay, we'll do five minutes of slow jogging to warm up, stop, do some stretches, and then we can hit it."
I had some trepidation about this. I was in okay shape, and had jogged now and then, but nothing major; and Hank seemed like the kind of guy that never did anything half way. This was going to be a workout.
I stayed beside him as we jogged along. He told me how he and his brothers had done this at least 3 times a week since he was about ten. I knew I was in for trouble then.
We stopped, and he took me through a series of stretches that felt good. I did feel a bit uncoordinated as I worked to get each position correct the way he was showing me. When we finished those he said, "Okay, I am going to keep this easy and see how you do. We are going to go for 30 minutes, and I want to see what kind of pace you can do. I don't want to leave you in the dust, but I don't want us walking either. So I'll set the pace little brother, and you keep up."
I liked being called little brother, and it made me want to work that much harder at keeping up with him. He did start out at a pace that I could maintain. Every now and then he would ask me a question. I figured out later he was seeing if I could talk while I was running, or if I was out of breath.
I did fine for a while, but then I started to feel winded, and felt a stitch in my side. He asked me a question and, when I failed to answer, he turned and looked at me. He slowed his pace just a bit, and just told me to push through it. It began to hurt like hell, and he just kept pushing me. Finally he said, "I'll bet you five bucks you can't make it to the entrance to our dorm in five minutes."
I had realized where we were. I knew we had run around campus and through some sort of park, and now I saw our dorms in the distance. I didn't know if I could do it or not, but I wanted to make him proud, and I wanted to win a bit, so I nodded and took off as best as I could, and continued to push myself. Hank followed along behind and offered encouragement. "You can do it! That's it, push!"
I was going to start losing it soon, I was really getting winded and really hurting. But I pushed on and found something somewhere to go on, and I kicked and sprinted the last bit to the dorm, and nearly collapsed when I made it. Hank was right behind me clapping me on the shoulder. "Way to go, little brother! I wouldn't have thought you had it in you, but that was awesome."
I was bent over trying to catch my breath. He let me stay that way for maybe a minute, but then clapped my on the back and said, "Let's walk it out." I could only nod and followed him as he led me around the quad, letting me cool off and keep my legs moving. Then we stopped, and he took me through some stretches again, and took me inside.
He laughed at my expression, as he took us to the stairs. But I stayed behind him and climbed the stairs. Even in my exhaustion, the sight of his ass flexing in his thin shorts was amazing.
We got to the room and Hank had the key, so he opened the door. Once inside, he closed the door behind us, and stripped out of his sweat soaked shirt, and then shorts. The aroma coming from him was heady; sweat, musk, and Hank. And his skin was shiny with sweat. He had untied his shoes and pulled them off. He hung his shorts and shirt on a hook beside the closet. Then he turned to wait for me.
I could hardly pull the shirt over my head, but managed to do it, untied my shoes, and stepped out of them, and then pushed his shorts and jock down. It was soaking wet as well. I hung up the stuff on the same hook outside my closet, and stood up. I think I stood up too fast, because I felt dizzy. Hank saw me, and reached over and kept me upright. I loved the feel of his hands on me, and that only made his smell more powerful. And it mixed with my own odor, and became over-powering.
He let go when I opened my eyes and got my balance. He grabbed his robe and put it on, grabbed his shower kit and towel, slid on his slippers, and said, "Get a move on little brother, you smell, and need a shower!" He chuckled, and ruffled my hair when he said that.
I got on my robe, with heavy arms, tied it, grabbed my shaving kit, towel and slippers, and followed him down the hall to the showers. My legs ached, and I was exhausted, and he wanted me to do this three times a week?
We got to the showers, set down our shaving kits, took out the soap and shampoo, took off our robes, and headed into the communal shower. There was no one else there. I turned on a shower, and then Hank turned on the one beside mine. I was doing things mechanically, not thinking, just doing. I was worn out. Hank looked over at me, laughed, and said, "It will get easier, I promise. But you busted your ass out there, and really pushed that last five minutes. I am really proud of you little brother."
I liked the feeling of making him proud of me. It made my heart swell to hear those words, along with "little brother." I just couldn't get enough of that. It felt so great. I was leaning against the wall, letting the hot water sluice over me. I felt a hand on my ass, and took my head out of the spray to look. Hank had his hand on my ass, laughing, "I just wanted to make sure it wasn't broken. 'Busted ass' I said," and he was laughing away.
I got the joke, but the feel of his hand on my ass let me know that something else wasn't broken. My cock swelled. I turned my back to him, and started soaping up. I was going to have to turn on the cold water soon, if I couldn't control myself. He moved and looked around me. "Just like I thought, you are getting horny again!" He chuckled. "Guess I better not drop the soap!" he laughed again, and then added, "Look, there's no one here, so if you want to take care of that, I don't care."
The thought of jerking off in front of him gave me mixed emotions. I felt myself wanting to do it, and then I also thought, I can't do that, what would he think? So I shook my head, and turned the water colder, and he laughed. I finished up and, shivering, picked up my towel and started drying off. Hank turned off his shower, and walked over next to me, and took his towel and began to dry.
I couldn't help but take in his body, and he dried his head, covering his face. He cock shook as his arms rubbed his head. I stopped drying and felt my mouth go dry as I looked at his remarkable body. That's when I heard, "Like what you see?"
He had stopped drying his hair and had caught me staring. "Look, I know you haven't had sex with a girl, but tell me you have fooled around with your friends and circle jerked and all. Right?"
I looked at him, shocked. I had never had the opportunity, and didn't want to tell him, even if I had. He would think less of me, if I admitted I had played around with another guy. I liked being his little brother, and didn't want to ruin that.
"Wow, so you never played around to see who could shoot the farthest, who had the biggest cock, the most hair, the biggest balls?"
I was astounded that he would suggest such a thing.
"Come on, Kyle, I mean little brother, all guys do that. It is just part of growing up." He could tell by the look on my face the answer to that question. "Wow, you never. Hmmm. Okay, we do have to work on your education." He moved over close to me and said, "Come on, let's get finished up here, and we'll see if we don't have some time to start on that education."
My cock twitched and swelled, as images went wild in my brain. I could and couldn't imagine what he had in mind. He saw my reaction, chuckled, then ruffled my wet hair and said, "Come on little brother, let me show you how to shave."
Then he looked back at me as we headed out to gather our stuff and said, "And just maybe I'll get to show you how my brothers taught me all about shaving," and he looked at my crotch and smiled. My dick wondered what he meant by that, and grew a bit more.
I grabbed my robe and tied it tight around me, hiding my growing reaction to Hank's proximity and his suggestions. Yeah, all of his suggestions, and I hadn't even known him 24 hours!
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