The whole room seemed to smell of jizz at that point, and reality seemed to settle in on me. I had just jerked off my roommate, and he had jerked me off! And it was only the second day of rooming together! What was the rest of the year going to be like?
Hank picked up a pair of my boxers from off the floor and said, "You have to be better about picking up your clothes, but thank you; it was handy." He wiped his stomach and cock with them, and then reached over and wiped up my stomach and cock. I didn't think I was ever going to wash those boxers! They had both of our spunk on it!
Hank's cock had gone down a bit, but mine was still rock hard and aching for more. He looked at it and smiled, "Just like the energizer bunny, it just keeps going and going!" He pulled it away from my body and down towards my legs and released it. It snapped back up and hit me in the stomach. I loved it when he touched my cock!
This was so amazing. It was my first man to man contact, and my emotions were going crazy. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I wanted to jump up and down, and I wanted to hug him and I wanted to kiss him.
I reached over and put my hand on his arm, squeezed it, and said a very emotional, "Thanks!" to him. I thought I was really going to lose it.
Hank said, "Hey, little brother, I promised you we would fill in the gaps in your education. I am glad it was something you enjoyed." He paused, and then said, "I don't know about you, but I generally have to piss after I cum. And I have to piss now. How about you?"
I realized I did as well, "Yeah," I managed.
"Well, let's go." He climbed off the bed, and then turned back and looked at me. "Come on. We are going to get you over being piss shy. I have been through this, so I know how to do it. Come on."
I got up, and was still amazed that I was naked and hard in a room with another naked guy. It really blew me away. And Hank didn't seem to mind that I was hard.
I followed him into the toilet and stood next to him as he pointed his dick at the bowl and was soon pissing a gusher. I stood there and pointed my own rigid cock down towards the bowl, and nothing happened. I just couldn't go with him there!
I saw him look over at my cock and then up at me. "Relax. Just relax and let it go." I stood there and tried to relax, but nothing. He finished up, flipped his cock a couple of times, and just stood there.
"I am not leaving until you piss, so you might as well get over it. And..." he smiled, "And I am going to come in here with you every time you come in here until you have no problem pissing with me. Brothers should be able to piss together anytime, anyplace."
That wasn't helping. "Would it help if I held it for you?" he asked seriously, and then I looked at him and realized he was joking.
"Okay, then I will turn on the water in the sink and flush the toilet. That should help." He stepped behind me and turned on the faucet, and then came back, reached down, and flushed the toilet. I closed my eyes and listened to the rush of the water and FINALLY began to trickle some piss into the bowl. He didn't say anything until the stream got more consistent. Then he cheered, "You did it!"
It almost caused me to stop the flow, but I just pushed and kept going. It was another victory for me, and I was really going to get emotional if things kept happening. I was pissing with a naked man standing next to me! Oh fuck, this was definitely a red letter day!
He placed his hand in the small of my back, and my cock twitched in my hand. Damn, that felt good. "Way to go little brother, literally." He chuckled again, and then removed his hand and brought it up and ruffled my hair. It seemed like I pissed a gallon or more by the time I finished. When I was done, I flipped my cock a couple of times, just like Hank had done.
"Careful there little brother, don't get any on me, unless you want to try out some water sports."
I reddened. I had read about water sports, and had always been curious about that, but I couldn't tell Hank that; he really would think I was perverted.
"Congratulations! You did it. About 20 or 30 more times and you will be able to piss anywhere anytime." He paused, and then smiled, "I read about this guy. He used to bet that he could piss in another guy's pants pocket. I heard he made lots of money that way. Maybe you could get good enough for that!" He laughed, and my cock twitched again at the images that brought to my mind. He grabbed my hand and shook it. I first thought he just had held his cock and pissed with that hand, but then realized he had jerked my cock with it, and it had been covered with my cum, and he had licked it, and I had licked his cum, so what was a little piss passed hand to hand, and almost laughed out loud.
"Okay, I have to make a trip to the book store and pickup my books. How about you?" he asked.
"Yeah, me too," I said, trying to mesh reality with what just went on, and what continued to run through my mind. I was so sexually charged. Cumming had not relieved that tension. It just seemed to be building the more I did with Hank, and the longer I was around him. My cock was beginning to swell again.
He noticed and said, "Looks like either you are getting ready for more, or you're a bit of an exhibitionist - enjoying being naked in front of someone else." He flipped my swelling cock, and then turned and walked out of the toilet. I followed, trying to figure out what to say, but finally figured he was just fooling with me.
He put on a pair of boxers and shorts, and handed me the ones he had worn during the day. I liked wearing his clothes, especially his underwear. It still got to me that I was putting my cock where his had been. And once again, my cock swelled more as I put on Hank's clothes. When I was dressed, I got my wallet out of my pants.
Hank took out his wallet, grabbed a twenty, and gave it to me. "What's this for?" I asked.
He laughed, "For having the bigger dick, coming first, and shooting the most!" He ruffled my hair again, as I put the money away. I felt guilty, but I felt glad, and once again my emotions threatened to run away.
He saw my eyes and said, "Hey, it isn't charity. You earned it." I couldn't explain to him what was really going on. It was too difficult to get it out and not lose it. He was just too nice to me.
I wiped my face and smiled. Then I followed him out and down the stairs. The bookstore was a zoo, but I managed to find all of my stuff, and was shocked at the total. My mom had given me a credit card for books and stuff, but I thought this was a steep price. It made me want to be even more frugal with the little money I had.
I thought about Hank's bet of $50 to walk to the stairway and back naked. I might have to do that, just to make it. I thought I was going to have to do some strange and wild things to win money from Hank. Then I thought about what Hank said about betting him if he would do things.
I smiled inwardly as I thought of some of the things I would like to bet him to do!
I gathered up all my purchases and went outside to wait for Hank. The images of the afternoon in our room kept flashing in my mind. I just couldn't get over how awesome it had been. I had to swallow to clear the lump in my throat. Hank was so kind, understanding, and gentle with me. It was amazing.
Hank came out then with his purchases, and we started walking back to the dorm. He asked me about my classes, and I told him how overwhelmed I was with all the assignments, costs, work, and everything.
He nodded, and said he had some tough classes as well. He wanted to know if I had any classes that I was looking forward to. I told him about my photography class. As we walked, I told him about the assignments, and stumbled as I talked about the models and the nude photography.
"Well, a couple of things, Kyle. One, they pay a lot of money for models, so you should apply." He waited to see my reaction, and he smiled when he saw the horror on my face. "Is it the fear of getting hard, or the fear of being seen naked?"
I nodded, and he said, "Both?" I nodded again.
He chuckled, "Well, I see we have some other things to work on as well!"
He stopped and looked at me, "And two, if you want me to be your model, I am fine with it." He smiled. "You might have noticed I like to be naked, and I don't mind if people see me that way." I was overjoyed, and also acutely aware of how his comments had affected me. I could feel my cock swell as I thought of what I would like to take pictures of.
"And three, I said we would think up some ways for you to make some more money. If you won't model for the class, maybe you can model for me, and I can pay you an hourly fee." He saw the shocked look on my face, and smiled, "And it might help you get over some of your shyness." He put down one of his bags, ruffled my hair, and chuckled.
I swallowed again, and thought of being naked for Hank as he took pictures. He picked up his bag and we continued on to the dorm. "Yeah, I have a couple more ideas of how you can make some money." I wondered what he meant by that, and what did he mean I would have to do.
We got to the room and put our stuff away, and headed down to dinner. Once again, he picked out what I should eat, and put it on my tray. I thought a couple of the guys in line looked at us strangely, but then I tended to always think that guys were talking about me and picking on me. It was just part of the paranoia I carried around.
But I had to admit, I liked Hank picking out my food and making decisions for me. It felt really good. I had been making decisions for so long about so many things that it was just a pleasant experience to have someone else do it.
We sat down, and Hank told me about his classes, and I told him more about mine, and the stack of assignments, reading, papers, and all that had been assigned. "Sounds like we are going to be spending a lot of time at the library, little brother." He put his hand on my shoulder as he said that. It felt so wonderful, just as I imagined it would be like with a brother.
I finished up my steamed broccoli, salmon, rice, and water, while he finished up his burger, fries, and coke. It actually was a good meal, and I enjoyed the mixture of flavors. So different for me, not something I would have eaten on my own.
When we were finished, we put away our trays and then headed back upstairs to our room. At the top of the stairs, I opened the door and looked down the hall. I swallowed, and took a deep breath. "Hank, if I walk from here to our room naked, do I get $25?"
I feared his answer, but was eager for it as well. He looked at me with a shocked look, and then nodded. I was shaking as I took off my shirt and handed it to him. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to," he said. I shook my head, undid my shorts, and nervously pushed them down to the floor, along with my boxers, I mean his boxers. I stood up, and with my key in hand, ran down the corridor to our room and unlocked the door. I swung open the door and hurried inside. My heart was pounding, as I went to sit on my bed.
Hank came in laughing his ass off. He closed the door and tossed my clothes to me. "You did it! A bit quickly, but I didn't say you had to go slow." He was still chuckling as he opened his wallet and took out the cash. He handed me thirty and said, "It was worth the extra five just to see your naked ass running down the hall!"
I sat on my bed, clutching the clothes he had thrown at me. I was shaking like I was freezing, and began to laugh as well. I got a little hysterical, until Hank came over and put his hand on my shaking arm and said, "Get a grip, little brother." That helped me focus and come back to reality. I was still shaking a bit, but worked to get it under control.
"Hang up the clothes and let's get some studying done. Two hours, then I'll take you down stairs for a bit more adolescent fun." I smiled. It felt like a father telling his son to get his homework done before he could go outside and play. And that felt good.
I hung up his clothes in my closet. I wasn't sure if that is what I was supposed to do, but it felt right. I was getting his hand-me downs. I picked up my boxers that he had used to wipe up our spunk. Hank was sitting at his desk and looking the other way, so I put them up to my nose and inhaled. Wow, what a wonderful smell! I put them on the shelf in my closet. I wasn't going to wash those for a long time!
Hank sat down at his desk, got out his headphones and put them on, and then went about organizing his books and stuff. I wanted to just stand and look at this naked man, but I didn't. I sat down at my desk and got out my headphones, a ratty pair, but they worked, put them on, and started trying to get organized.
I finally started to concentrate on what was in front of me, and began to work on my books, homework, etc. After about an hour or so, I had to take a leak, so I got up and headed into the toilet, feeling a little less awkward about being naked in front of Hank. I closed the door and went over to the toilet.
I had just lifted the seat, and was surprised when the door opened and Hank walked in. "Little brother, there is no need to close the door. I have heard guys piss before and, for that matter, take a dump. We don't close the door on the bathroom. I might think you were in here spanking the monkey," he chuckled.
"Now go ahead and do your business. I am here so that you can continue to learn that you can piss in front of another guy." I had frozen up; I couldn't piss, and, on top of that, I was getting hard, because he was standing there looking at me.
"Here, let me go with you; that might help." He moved up, stood next to me, and took his cock in hand and started pissing, just like that! Still nothing for me. He put his hand in the small of my back and said, "Relax, little brother." But the touch of his hand sent a shiver through me and made my cock swell.
He saw this, and laughed, and I blushed. "Still not used to someone touching your naked body?" I could only nod. He finished pissing, shook his cock, and then turned on the faucets on the sink. When he stepped back to the toilet, he reached down and flushed it as well.
I closed my eyes and tried to picture a waterfall, and everything and anything with water. Finally, I started pissing, and when I had a good stream going, he said, "Way to go, little brother," and patted me on the small of the back where his hand had been.
I finished pissing, and still blushed as I shook my dick, and he joked again about me getting some on him. I didn't flush, following his mantra – if it is yellow, it's mellow, and followed him back into the room.
I sat down at my desk again, put on my headphones, and tried to get focused again on my work. But for a while, the picture of him pissing and the feel of him touching me only made me think of him and what he had done earlier, and it all managed to circle around a couple of times in my brain, until I was hard again.
In my own room, I would have just jerked off if I got hard, and then gone on to my work. But even though he said that was okay, I didn't feel comfortable doing that. I mean sitting at my desk, jerking off with my roommate sitting three feet behind me, wasn't something I could see myself doing, not that I didn't want to!
I managed to get focused again, finally, and went back to working on organizing my stuff, setting up my notebooks, papers, reading assignments, etc. So I was surprised when Hank put his hands on my shoulders and said, "Time for a break, little brother."
I pulled off my headphones and turned to look at him, and was looking right into his crotch, his beautiful crotch. I swallowed, and then raised my eyes to his. He didn't seem to have noticed or, if he did, he didn't mention it. "Okay, let's get dressed so we can go down stairs and continue your education."
I started to get nervous again, as I put back on Hank's clothes. He was smiling, and even whistled something as he pulled on his t-shirt. We put on slippers and headed downstairs. Night had fallen while we had been studying, and I followed him as he led me out into a darker area of campus.
"Okay, here's the deal. Guys are always daring each other to do things and one of them is to do something naked. So you are going to strip down and walk from here down to that tree down there and back. And I said, walk – you can walk fast, but you will walk." He saw the expression on my face. "Really, this is a common thing among high school guys. Usually it is around some guy's block in his neighborhood, but this will do."
I had read about such things, but doing it was another matter. I was on edge and very nervous, not just with walking around naked, but knowing that I would probably get hard increased my tension.
He saw my reluctance and said, "Okay, I'll bet you $20 bucks you can't do it, AND, if you do it, then I will do it myself."
I looked around and we seemed to be in a dark secluded area. "Okay," I said with a tremulous voice. I pulled off my t-shirt and gave it to him, and then quickly pushed my shorts and boxers down and stepped out of them. He was smiling as he saw my cock swelling.
I looked at him once more in the face; certain that as soon as I walked away, he was going to head back to our room with my clothes and leave me out here naked. But I had to trust him. He hadn't yet done anything bad to me.
He nodded, and I headed off to the tree at a fast pace. Walking, it made it seem further away, and being naked made it seem even further. The image of me naked and walking around campus got me fired up, but for some reason I managed not to get hard. I was thinking it, but it wasn't happening.
I looked over my shoulder a couple of times, and he was still there, motioning me on. I finally made it to the tree, and turned around and picked up the pace of my walking to make it back. My cock was swinging back and forth as I quickly covered the distance back to him. I kept wondering why I wasn't rock hard, but didn't want to focus too much on it, as I didn't want it to happen.
I made it back to him and he wrapped his arms around me, and hugged me and said, "You did it! My little brother, my roommate, just streaked the campus! All right!" Then he moved back and gave me a high five. I had never done that with anyone, and it felt really great. I was shaking and laughing and hopping up and down.
"Your turn," I said, and then again, "Your turn."
He laughed, pulled off his shirt, then pushed his shorts down, and was soon naked. He took off walking, and did it at a much slower pace than I did. I admired his naked backside in the faint light coming from the campus. I stood and watched as he made it to the tree, stopped, leaned against it for a moment, then began walking back towards me.
At first he was only a shadow, but as he got closer I saw his naked form and the sight of him really got to me. He was magnificent, and he was walking around campus naked! I started to swell. By the time he got back to me, I was nearly hard. I blushed a bit, sure that he couldn't see the redness, but embarrassed, none the less.
"Damn, you did that so easily and without concern. You never cease to amaze me. Nothing seems to faze you!"
"What about you? You are standing here naked and nearly hard, practically in the middle of campus." He reached down and touched my swelling rod.
Shit! I had stood there watching him and hadn't even thought about getting dressed. He caught the look on my face and smiled. "It's okay. It just adds to the fun. And yes, I AM more used to it. We used to do this at home all the time. A bunch of us would get together at someone's house, and we would dare each other to walk around the block naked."
"Didn't you ever get caught?" I asked, getting harder thinking of someone discovering me walking the neighborhood naked.
He laughed, "A couple of times. Once this old lady was taking out her garbage and spotted me. I waved at her, and I thought she was going to have a heart attack, but she just stood there and watched me as long as she could. And, once, this guy was standing on his porch smoking when I went by. He asked me what I was up to and if I was lost. He offered to assist me, and invited me to come into his house. I always thought he really just wanted to have a naked boy in his house to use rather than really help me.
"And one time I came across this younger boy; he was standing at the side of his house pissing. I stopped and watched him piss until he saw me. I thought he was going to jump straight up, but then I guess he realized I was naked and not going to tell on him. Soon I saw him making motions at his crotch, like he was jerking off, so I waved, and moved on. Probably gave the guy stuff to jerk off to for several weeks!"
"What else did you do?" I asked, eager to know more.
He chuckled again. I liked the sound of his laugh. "Well, a couple of times, we would go to a park, get naked, and then jerk off out there in the open, where anybody that walked by might see us." He reached over and took my cock in his hand. "What do you think? Are you up to shooting another load tonight?"
I moaned and nodded. He laughed, as I reached over and took his cock in my hand. It swelled in my hand and felt so good. I wanted to go down on my knees right there and suck it, but didn't know how he would respond. Probably kick me out of his room.
"Oh, you want to jerk me again? Want me to do you?" I could only nod. He moved around until we were standing side by side. He took my cock in his hand once again. It felt so great! I took his and loved the feel of it.
I whispered, "Did you ever do this with other guys? Stand outside naked and let someone else jerk you off?" I was becoming lost in the fog of lust.
"Yeah, several times. This and more. And even with my brothers," he said, as he worked on my cock slowly.
What did he mean by more? I wondered, and then thought, "Your brothers?"
"Yes, I said we did everything together. I remember being on a camping trip with them and we had gone down to the lake at night skinny dipping. I think I was 15 or 16, so they were 17 and 19. Anyway," he paused, and pumped into my hand, "that feels good! Anyway, we were drying off standing by the lake, and of course the topic of sex came up, as it always seems to do with guys. They got hard, and the next thing you know we were all jerking off together, and then one of them reached over and took my cock and put my hand on his, and the other brother took my other hand and put it on his cock, so I was jerking both of them while one of them stroked me and the other played with my balls."
He had been speeding up on my cock, and his description of his session with his brothers was fast putting me over the edge. Soon I was making the unmistakable sounds of approaching orgasm, and he kept up the pressure and pace and began to make noises as well. Soon we were both shooting and moaning.
Once again, he continued to work on my cock, smearing the last of the cum over my sensitive head, until I thought I was going to pass out! I pulled back from his hand, and then felt my body shaking. All the tension was pouring out of it, and I grabbed him and hugged him, and thanked him, and felt tears run down my face as I clung to him. The heat of a man's body, his body against mine, was so amazing!
Then it hit me what I was doing, so I backed away and started laughing. And then I got hysterical. He finally moved over to me and took me by the shoulders and shook me a bit. "Hey, little brother, Kyle, it's okay. It's okay. Get a grip!"
I stopped laughing, but tears spilled down my face once again. I was such a mess, and I couldn't explain to him why. I didn't want to hurt our relationship by telling him how I felt about him.
He was my roommate! And I had only known him 2 days, yet I had cum three times at his hands and knew that I never wanted to be without him. And I also knew that I could never tell him that. I mean I couldn't tell him I was gay and that I liked him. He would flip! Man, was I one screwed up guy!
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