Hank echoed my thoughts with, "Nice!" and pulled me even tighter to him. What a day! I had been fucked, shaved, blown, photographed naked and hard, come out to a stranger, been hit on, been run over by a hunk, heard Jim's life changing story, seen my roommate walk on his hands, did chin ups until I came, and made a fist full of money! Damn, what could be better than this day? And it wasn't over yet. I settled back and heard Hank's deep breathing, and knew that he had slipped off to sleep. I wondered what he had thought of the day!"
I drifted off with thoughts Hank, naked, on the rocks of some stream in the dappled sunlight, with me taking pictures of him. Whether I was naked or not, I didn't know. I just kept seeing him through the viewfinder of my new camera! What a great dream!
I woke somewhere in the plane between true sleep and true wakefulness, and caressed Hank's shoulder. I lowered my head and kissed his shoulder, and then moved against his ass. My rigid cock was rubbing along his crack as I worked my hips in and out. I heard a sigh, and bent and kissed the warm, firm shoulder again.
The ass moved as I did, and soon my cock was now sliding between his legs, poking his balls as I moved my hips in a slow gentle pumping motion. Another shift, and I felt my cock head rubbing along his crack and then down behind his balls. I could feel every hair in his crack as I gently rocked back and forth.
When he said, "Nice!" I came fully awake, and was shocked at what I was doing.
I pulled back a bit, and said, "Hank, I am sorry!"
He turned over, and his nose was mere inches from mine. He looked me in the eyes. "Why are you sorry?" he asked gently.
I stammered, "I mean, I wouldn't, I didn't mean to, I didn't want. You wouldn't. I mean, I'm sorry."
He looked at me and smiled. "One, there is nothing to be sorry about, little brother. You can ask anything, do anything, and try anything you want. I know this is all so new to you, so if you have a question or want to try something, let me know." He had said that so gently. Then he added, "And two, it felt good!" He moved closer and kissed my nose.
Damn! I didn't deserve a roommate as nice and as kind as he was. But I guess I was stuck with him and he was stuck with me. At least I hoped he was! I moved in and kissed his nose. He smiled.
He reached over and hugged me tightly and then said, "We'd better get up and get you some food. We have to fuel that money maker of yours!" He reached down and squeezed my rigid cock, and I sighed.
"Unless you think you are ready to coat another pair of underwear!" he said, as he squeezed my cock harder.
"Nooooo!" I said, meaning, yes! Then I thought, "What about you? Don't you need to, or want to, or?"
He laughed. "I don't need to cum every five minutes like you seem to be able to." He laughed and squeezed my cock again. "Not that I wouldn't do it for you any time you wanted!"
Oh Damn, he said the nicest things! And his hand felt soooo good!
"Unless you want to have a go at my ass?" he smiled, and I knew he meant it - that I could if I wanted to. My cock swelled, but I just couldn't imagine fucking Hank. He was so in control, so much the director. He saw something in my face, because he said, "Okay, but if you ever do. You just let me know."
I needed to clarify something and it was difficult to get out. "Hank. It's not like I don't want to try fucking some guy, I do. It's just that it wouldn't feel right doing it to you. I mean you are guiding me, directing me, and leading me, and I just don't think it would be right." I saw the look on his face. "At least not yet." He smiled. And I wondered if he had ever been fucked, and if so, who had done it? One of his brothers? My cock swelled at that thought.
"What?" Hank said. "Your lie detector is working down here." He squeezed my cock again.
"Nothing," I said, not knowing how to ask the question.
"No, what?" he said, squeezing harder. Oh shit! I was going to lose it right here!
"Hank," I paused, "I was wondering if you had ever been, you know, had been, I mean had taken it up, you know, your ass." I blushed and he chuckled nicely.
He held onto my cock and said, looking right into my eyes, "One, little brother, I told you that you could ask me anything about anything, anytime. And, two, the answer is yes. A man should never ask another man to do something he either hasn't done or wouldn't be willing to do." He looked into my eyes again.
"And I'll admit that I would much prefer to give than receive, especially in that area," he smiled, "but I would for you, if you wanted to. But if you want to try it, I am sure that Jim would jump at the chance to have you fuck him." He saw the look on my face and felt my cock twitch.
He smiled. "Seems like the lie detector is telling me that this is something you would be interested in."
I nodded, and then quietly said, "Who?"
"Who took my cherry?" I nodded. He smiled, "One of the guys I hung around with. We were over at his house fooling around, and one thing led to another, and it got to a 'I'll let you if you'll let me' kind of a thing." He grinned again, "And to tell you the truth, I think he liked the getting better than the giving, because he had me fuck him a couple of other times, but never asked for his turn on my ass."
My cock responded in his hand to the thought of Hank fucking someone else. I wanted it to be me.
"Any other questions, little brother?" Yes, I had a ton of them, but felt I had asked as many as I could at the moment. It was emotional for me to discuss these intimate things with Hank. It certainly was easier as time went by, and it was especially easy in an environment like this, lying in bed naked with him, and his hand wrapped around my cock!
"No," I murmured, and didn't want to move.
"Okay, then, time to get up lazy bones!" He whipped back the covers and released my cock.
"No!" I said with a mock pout.
"Get your wonderful ass out of bed!" He swatted my ass, and when I didn't get up he said, "Do I need to get Jim over to get you up. Or Eric?" He saw the look in my eye and laughed, "Or the Jim from the photography office?"
Even I laughed at that. I rolled out of bed and straightened the covers of his bed. I mean OUR bed!' I needed to pee! I went into the toilet, lifted the seat, and tried to get my cock to go down enough so I could go.
"Oh no, you don't little brother. No privacy in the little boy's room! Wouldn't want you playing with your little weewee." He walked in and stood next to me. He put his hand in the small of my back and said, "Relax."
I let out the breath that I had been holding, and then mentally thought about relaxing my bladder, and in a moment I began to piss. Hank patted my back and joined me pissing in the toilet. I thought of the Star Wars routine he had played the other day, and chuckled.
I crossed streams with him and said, "Sir Everhard challenges you to a duel!"
He laughed, and we fought with streams of piss until I went dry. He sent a last spurt into the toilet and said, "Take that, Sir Everhard!" He laughed and said, "Die I say!" and sent one more spurt into the bowl. I cracked up, and he flushed the toilet and patted me on the back again.
We moved out and got dressed. Again! And then we headed down to dinner. I was famished. Hank filled my tray as usual, and we moved through the line and then found a table. I dove into my salmon, brown rice and salad. I wanted it all! I was starving.
Hank looked at me and said, "Slow down, little brother!" Then added, "We have more than five minutes to eat!'
I all tasted so good! I sat up, though, and concentrated on taking one bite at a time, chewing and swallowing before taking the next one. Hank smiled when he saw the change. I was about to ask him more about being out, and if he was, and what it meant to him and all, when Jim showed up.
"Hi guys!" He seemed chipper, as well.
He asked about the photo sessions, and I hadn't heard about Hank's, and I felt bad that I hadn't asked how his was. I let him go first, because I knew that Jim was going to blow a circuit when I told him about mine.
"Not nearly as exciting as Kyle's, I am afraid." He looked at me and smiled. "I was with pots and vases of flowers. I was stretched between all kinds of flowers and all different kinds. I moved around through them so that there were flowers and then there was me." He held his hands out to his sides as if to show what he meant. I could picture it.
"I get it," I said, "Pistils and stamens." Jim looked at me questioningly.
"You know, plant biology, the reproductive parts of a flower. Pistils are the male part and stamens are the female parts. And to pollinate the plant you need to get the pollen from the pistils to the stamens." I looked at Hank and asked, "So did your pistil rise to the occasion? And did you get to pollinate any stamens?" He looked at me and smirked.
"Be careful or I will tell the story of Aunt Edna." I nearly spit out the water I had in my mouth!
"Okay, okay, truce!" I said.
"So did you get hard? Were there any hot guys ogling your naked form?" Jim asked eagerly.
"Hank doesn't get hard, unless he wants to," I said, and added, "He has great control!"
"Unlike my little brother," he said playfully. "No, I didn't get hard; I controlled myself. There was one guy who kept shooting pictures of my cock surrounded by daisies." He smiled. "Almost everyone else was taking full body shots of the play of flowers and flesh. I like that. Flowers and flesh. I think I will use it for the title of a show! Anyway, this one guy kept using his time to arrange flowers around my cock, and snap close ups."
"Did he touch you?" Jim said, leaning closer. "I mean, did he touch your dick?"
Hank made a choking sound, took a swig of his water, and answered, "Yes, Jim, he reached in and played with it and felt my balls." Jim's eyes got big and round. "No, I am kidding. He just told me how he wanted the flowers arranged. I think he wanted to, but was afraid to." Hank chuckled at the disappointment on Jim's face.
"Okay, Kyle, you have kept him in suspense long enough. Tell him about your session."
I scooped up another bite of salmon, chewed and swallowed, and then launched into the telling of the session, to the accompaniment of Jim's "No shit!" and "No fucking way," and "Fucking awesome!" Hank was smiling as he watched Jim's reaction to the story.
I was afraid he was going to make me tell the part about Aunt Edna, but he didn't, and it had skipped Jim's mind I guess, because he didn't ask.
We finished eating, put our trays away, and headed back upstairs. We had about an hour before the start of the poker game. I told Jim about Hank walking on his hands down the hallway to our room. Hank demonstrated for Jim. Jim smiled, and went into a handstand against the wall.
"I am not coordinated enough to walk on my hands, but I can do push ups this way." He demonstrated by bending his elbows and lowering his head a couple of inches and then pushing back up. His face was turning beet red, "Well, sort of" he said, as he put his feet back down and stood up. Hank had returned to the upright position as well. They both looked at me.
"You have to be kidding, if you think I am going to do that!" I said.
"Come on, try it little brother." He smiled encouragement and said, "I bet you $50 you can't do it." He knew what the allure of money had on me and how close I was to my goal.
I put my hands down on the floor and kicked up against the wall to steady myself, and positively blew myself away by staying that way for several seconds. I put my feet down and stood up, and had to lean against the wall. I guess I stood up too fast!
"Way to go!" He was clapping his hands, and so was Jim. Jim didn't look that strong, but he could run well, and he could stand on his hands better than I could. Hank opened the door and led us into the room. When the door closed, he and I began to strip, as we always did.
Jim said, "Right," and started taking off his own clothes. He had on these bright yellow boxers that had orange fish on them. When he noticed us looking he said, "What? What's wrong with colorful boxers?"
"Nothing, if you have to wear boxers." Then Jim got it - Hank and I hadn't been wearing any.
He quickly stripped off his boxers and then said, "There. Is that better?" He neatly folded them and placed them on top of his also neatly folded clothes, which sat squarely on his flip flops.
Hank sat at his desk, I sat at mine, and Jim sat on my bed. "So how is the auction going?" Jim asked.
Hank told him how well the sales had gone and that we had to go get some more supplies so we could fill all the orders that were coming in. "Can I help? I mean, can I help `doctor' them up for you? I could wear a pair for you and add some hash marks, piss stains, and a load or two of cum." He smiled, and then looked abashed. "I mean if you want some help."
Hank looked at me and then back to Jim. "You could start your own line of products and make your own spending money."
"No, I don't need the money. I just like the idea of some guy getting a pair of shorts and putting his stuff where mine had been." He smiled as he pictured that.
"You can say cock and balls, or dick and nuts, instead of stuff if you want. We know what stuff is!" Hank said, and chuckled,
Jim laughed nervously. "Okay -- his Johnson and the boys where mine had been." A serious look came across his face.
"Say, I have a question for you. Today, during the shaving of Kyle - " he made it sound like a section in a play or something - "you guys found out that I like to get fucked." He got that sheepish grin on his face again. "And I was just wondering, have either of you been fucked before?" He was a bold one!
Hank looked at me and then at Jim, who was really trying not to look too eager. "Jim, I have, and I have to tell you that I prefer to give, but I have received." Hank looked at me and then said, "And Kyle has as well. However, he has never given it to a guy."
Jim looked at me and smiled. "Then I think I have the perfect bet for tonight." I looked at him quizzically. "Which ever of you wins the most money tonight gets to fuck me!" He seemed to be very happy, and then he thought, "That is if you want to fuck me."
Hank laughed and said, "Chin up, I would consider you a good fuck!" He looked at me again and said, "And I think Kyle would think so, too!" Hank thought a moment and then said, "What happens if you win?"
Jim thought only for a second or two, "Then I get to chose between the two of you and fuck one of you." He saw my reaction and said, "And whoever I choose gets to keep all the money I win!" he said with a big smile.
Before I could say anything, Hank asked, "So Jim, what's with money? You don't need any? You have one of those money trees in your backyard?"
Jim laughed. "No, no money tree. But my grandparents left me this trust to pay for anything I need for college. There is plenty there for whatever I need." He didn't say it in a conceited way, just very matter of fact. I would have never have guessed that he was well off. He just seemed like a normal guy, which of course he was. A gay normal guy, but none the less a normal guy; funny, talkative, stronger than he looked, but a nice guy.
I didn't know how I felt about Hank fucking him, but I thought I might like to try it. And he didn't sound very confident about winning, but what if he won and chose Hank?
"So is the bet on?" Jim asked
Hank smiled and said, "Sure!"
Hank surfed through the auction, with Jim and me looking on. I was amazed at some of the photos the guys had of themselves. It kept giving Jim ideas. "Hey, this dude is standing outside his house in his underwear, and hard, and then he keeps lowering the underwear in the front more and more, showing more and more of his cock! Damn! Now he has his cock out, hard, and stroking, standing outside. How hot is that? Look! He is cumming on the underwear he has taken off, and he is outside. Damn, we need to have Kyle do that! That would sell lots of items for sure." He was talking so excitedly.
Hank said, "I have an idea." He gave a very mischievous grin. "When we go to the store to get more supplies, we go into the changing room and get some shots of you staining one of the pairs right there. And we could have that cute sales clerk in to watch." He looked at me. "So what do you think?" Then he looked at my crotch and said, "Looks like he is up for it!" and chuckled.
"That sounds so hot!" He looked at us and asked, with a puppy dog face, "Can I go to?"
Hank laughed and said, "We will see. But only if you are a good boy!"
Jim laughed, got up on all fours, and waved his ass at us, and said, "Yes, please find out if I am good or not!" I wasn't sure about Jim; he was becoming wilder and wilder.
It was now time for the poker game, so we got dressed again, all of us going commando this time -- including Jim -- and headed off to Todd's room.
I hoped that I did Hank proud, and he wouldn't be ashamed that he had invited me. I was nervous about being around strangers with Hank. Was he going to tell them something about me? Was going to tell them I was gay? What would they think if he told them? How would they treat me?
Hank knocked on the door, and Todd opened it. There were already guys in the room sitting around a table. Todd's room had more room than ours. They had stacked the beds and, so, had more floor space. I would have to talk to Hank about that.
I looked around at the guys and was surprised to see Jared sitting there. His face lit up in a big smile, and he waved a hand at me, or was it at us? I felt flustered. His intense masculine charisma seemed to draw me in. Why did he have this effect on me?
Besides Todd and Jared, there was a guy I didn't know. I was introduced, and his name was Billy. I thought I caught a bit of a southern accent when he spoke. We took seats around the table, and I found myself between Hank and Jared, and Jim was sitting on the other side of Jared, and Billy was beside Hank. Todd was the dealer.
We turned in our cash to him and he gave us chips. Each chip represented a dollar, and I gulped to see how small my stack was compared to some of the other guys. Before we got started, Todd got us some beers out of his fridge. We were all underage, but Todd had been able to persuade his brother to get it for him.
Now, I was raised pretty much in a dry house. We might occasionally have a sip of wine or champagne for a special occasion, but I had never drunk a full bottle of beer, or anything else. But I wasn't going to wooze out in front of all these guys.
I liked the taste, and was thirsty, and drank a good portion of the bottle in my first drink of it. Todd dealt the cards around, and I tried to focus on what was going on around me. I wanted to fit in and look like I belonged here.
I had a pair of eights and thought from what I had learned that I was in a good position. So by the time the bet got to me, I saw that it was already up to $10. I decided to call and put in ten of my chips, worried at how much that took of my stake.
I took another sip of my beer, and the guys finished betting. Then three more cards were laid out ,and one of them was an eight! I was getting excited! This was getting better. In between betting, the guys mentioned various baseball teams and football teams, and I was at a loss to join in, because I had never had much chance to watch the games. My mom tended towards movies on TV when there wasn't something on the main channels that interested her.
I mean I had a few shows I watched, like Lost and Eureka and Survivor. I smiled as I thought about that, thinking of the times the guys had stripped and competed naked. Damn, that made me hard to think about it. It was my turn to bet, and it was $10 to me. I put in $15, feeling confident.
That evoked some comments about what I must have. A couple of guys folded, and Billy and Jim were still in. Another card was turned, and it was a Jack. Bets around were small, and I had to put $5 in to stay in the pot.
I held my breath as the final card came up. I knew it had to be another eight, but it was a 10. Billy turned over his cards, and he had 2 pair and Jim had 4 cards of a straight. I had won! Hank clapped me on the back and congratulated me.
Jared put his hand on my bare knee and congratulated me as well. His hand felt like it was searing me. My focus went to my cock, now resting less than a foot from his hand. I blushed and smiled and nodded as I pulled the chips toward me. Todd handed me a small glass filled with a dark liquid. "Winner gets a shot," Todd said, looking at me. "Finish your beer and then do the shot of Jaegermeister." I looked at Hank to see if this was a joke, and Hank nodded his head.
Everyone else lifted their bottle of beer and said, "Salute!" as I tipped up my bottle and finished it off. They all took large swallows of their beers then. Then they watched as I lifted the shot glass and tipped it up to swallow. I took it all and swallowed, but it tasted like cough syrup, and burned all the way down! I felt the warmth of it spread through my body quickly. Wow! I never had anything like that.
I guess they saw something on my face, because they all laughed. Hank patted me on the back as I thought I was going to choke, and Jared patted me on the leg again.
I wiped the tears from my eyes, and felt a whirl of emotions, with Hank and Jared both touching me.
I breathed out, and felt that if someone had held up a match, I would have shot flames from my mouth. Wow!
The cards moved around the table, and Billy shuffled the cards as I tried to get all the chips stacked up in front of me. I tried to count them a couple of times, and failed, so I just managed to get them arranged in stacks in front of me. I looked at Hank and smiled.
He had a wide grin on my face. I liked that. Then I looked at Jared, and he was smiling as well. Shit, sandwiched between two hot guys! Damn!
Billy dealt out the cards and I looked at mine. I had a ten and a Jack of clubs. I didn't think that would do much, but wanted to see what else came up. So I matched the bet, and waited. This was fun! Even if I couldn't add to the sports talk.
The next three cards came out, and there was nothing to help me, so I threw in my cards and watched as Jim raised the pot and eventually won the pot. He finished his beer while we tipped ours, and drank a major portion of it down. He had his shot and seemed not to be as effected as I was. He just drank it, and then slammed the glass down.
I laughed with the other guys, and noticed that Jared patted Jim on the back.
Jared shuffled the cards and dealt. I had two tens! So I raised the bet by $5. Someone else raised, and so I matched it. The next 3 cards came out, and there was another ten! So I bet $10. A couple of guys folded, and one called. On the next one, there was a six, and no help to me. I still bet $10 and called, when it came back to me, at $5 more. The last card came out and it was a four, so I bet my $10 again, and Billy called.
We turned the cards and he had a pair of kings, so I won! I finished my beer and another shot. This time I slammed down the glass as Jim had done. Hank patted my shoulder and said, "Way to go, Kyle." It felt strange to hear him call me that.
Jared patted my leg, this time a little higher and said, "That's two out of three. I might need to rub you for good luck!" He raised his hand and rubbed my head. Wow! That felt so good! I was grinning like an idiot, but I was happy!
In the next round, I won again. Another half beer and another shot! Hank rubbed my head and said, "I think I need some of his luck!"
Jared squeezed my thigh and said, "You are really hot tonight!"
I was getting very hot. It was very warm in the room. But I was smiling as I tried to stack the chips again.
I think I lost the next one, before I won again. I took my slug of beer and shot, and felt my head tilt a bit, and smiled more, and put my hand on Jared's hand as he squeezed my thigh again. Hank was grabbing me around the shoulder and neck and shaking me. "Way to go!"
I think I won again, and, when Jared put his hand on my thigh, I lifted it and put it closer to my crotch. My cock was swelling, and it felt so great! Damn!
Hank put his hand on my other thigh and patted it. I put my other hand on it and lifted it and put it right on my crotch. He squeezed, and I think I moaned. Jared had removed his hand and was talking with Jim.
I think I won again in the next couple of hands, and after my beer and shot, I lifted Jared's hand, which had gripped my thigh again, and dropped it on my crotch. He gave a surprised look, but then squeezed, and I realized I was hard then. I lifted my crotch up into it. He laughed, and removed his hand.
Then it was Hank's turn, and he didn't need to be directed. He reached over and squeezed, and when he discovered my condition, he leaned in and whispered, "Keep yourself focused, little brother."
I grinned at him and nodded. I must have moved my head too fast, because that made him spin around a bit.
After that, I don't remember much. I mean, I remember cards and chips and Jared and Hank and hands and a hard cock and then not much else.
I remember sometime later, sitting on the cold tile floor of a bathroom, naked and puking in the toilet. Then it all goes dark again until the morning when I woke up.
Hank was sitting next to me on the bed and rubbing my chest, "You waking up now, little brother?" He had a concerned look on his face.
I moaned and shook my head, and that hurt! I groaned again, and he said, "Yes, you should be hurting this morning. You really got wasted last night." He patted my chest again and said, "You got pretty wild!"
"Oh, no," I moaned. "I am sorry, Hank!" I closed my eyes, and grimaced at the piercing pain in my head. "What did I do?" I said, really not looking forward to what he said.
"Well, you won a lot of money. You had just about cleaned everyone out, then you started losing, and you would bet more and more, and, needless to say, you were drinking more and more. You started betting IOU's."
"OH, noooooo!" I moaned. I had lost all my money.
"Except that you said they were for favors, not money, `cause you didn't want to lose anymore money." That worried me more than losing money. What had I promised?
"Jared asked you what kind of favors, and you said something like 'what did you have in mind?' Jared blushed, and then you laughed and said, `Whatever you want!' Todd gave a value of $10 for your favors, and you started going wild betting them. You must have lost ten of them." I opened my eyes a crack to look at Hank. He was holding something back.
"Who," I said, struggling to control my anxiety. "Who won them?"
"Well, Jared won most of them, but I think everyone had one." He paused, letting that sink in. "You became awfully lewd with some of the suggestions of what guys could cash them in for." I groaned, and closed my eyes, my stomach now churning with dread. "You said it could be for jobs that needed to be done, whatever came up, and a piece of you."
"No!" I moaned, and pulled the pillow over my head.
"You even stood up at one point and showed everyone that you were hard, by grabbing your cock through your shorts, and how excited you were at the thought." Hank let that sink in, and I thought I was going to die. I could never go out in public again! Shit! Shit! Shit! And double Fuck! I groaned, and held the pillow to my face.
"But you weren't the only one that was wild. Jim was betting favors as well, and seemed to be trying to outdo you on lewdness. He kept talking about his assets. And at one point he turned around to the table and pulled down his shorts and mooned us." Hank was quiet for a bit.
"I'd say he had 10 or 12 favors out there by the end of the night, and he was feeling no pain either." He patted my chest again.
"You got pretty sick when I got you back to the room." So it was our bathroom. Fuck! What kind of a mess had I made?
"Do you hate me?" I asked through the pillow, afraid of the answer.
"No, little brother, I could never hate you, but I know now that you can't hold your liquor. You never drank before did you?"
"Unn unh," I moaned, and shook my head below the pillow, and then stopped because that hurt my head!
He patted my chest again and said, "Then we, I mean you, will take it easier the next time." He chuckled and continued, "I will keep better track of your intake from now on."
He was quiet for another bit, so I removed the pillow and looked at him. I wanted to see the look on his face. Of course he was naked, and my eyes moved to his crotch first, and then up his body. Damn he looked so good!
And I had made an ass out of myself, and felt I didn't deserve the kindness he was giving me. He had to be embarrassed about me and all I had done.
"Did I? Was I, I mean was I just a complete ass?"
He grinned and shook his head. "You were cute, funny, and hilarious at times." His smile broadened.
"So who do I owe these favors to? And do you think they are going to take me up on it?" I moaned, dreading his answer.
"Oh, I am most certain that they are going to take you up on it and collect in ways you probably never imagined!" He looked serious. Oh, shit!
"No! Shit, what an ass I am." I pulled the pillow over my face again. I didn't want to hear anymore about it. Hank didn't speak, so eventually I moved the pillow off of my face and looked up at him. He was smiling. I didn't understand. Then I looked and saw him waving a bunch of sheets of paper. "Are those...?"
"Yes, little brother, it took a bit of money, but I bought back all but one of them. Jared kept one. Said he wanted to see what all the fuss was about." His smile got broader. "So you owe me lots of favors, and I plan on collecting!"
That made me feel a bit better, but I still worried about the one that Jared had. And then another thought, "What about all the ones that Jim lost?"
Hank laughed and said, "Seems Jared managed to get all of them except one that Todd kept." He smiled, looked at me, and continued, "I think he ended up escorting Jim home as Jim was pretty messed up as well."
That put all kinds of thoughts running through my head, which made it hurt again.
"Let me get you something for the headache, and then we are going to go down and get something for you to eat. You have to be starving as you have nothing left in there. I can vouch for that!" Shit! I was embarrassed again, remembering the scene around the toilet. Did he have to clean it up?
I tried to gather my thoughts and realized, "I have to pee."
Hank chuckled again and said, "No wonder, after all that beer you drank!"
I got up and went in to the bathroom, ready for a mess, but found none. I stood at the toilet and Hank moved up beside me and put his hand on my lower back. Almost immediately I started pissing. It felt so good! And it had happened so easily.
Then I asked, "Did you have to clean up after me?" I looked over at Hank to see his expression. I expected one of revulsion.
"Actually, there wasn't much. I managed to get you pointed at the toilet before you let loose. And don't worry - I have done it for my brothers, and they have done it for me. But I have learned my lesson, and don't drink that much any more." He patted me on the back, and pissed along side me until we were both finished.
"Wash your face, take these, and then get dressed. We have to grab something to eat, and then we are off to the store to get you some more supplies. You have to make up some cash you lost."
I did as instructed, moving gingerly as I did. I thought about going to the store for more underwear, and what Hank had mentioned yesterday about doing stuff for the clerk. My cock swelled and not for the last time did I think that my cock led me on all kinds of adventures, whether I wanted to or not!
Thanks, once again, for all the great comments, suggestions and photos. I appreciate all of them! harryrod575@yahoo.com
have fun
harry