He blushed and nodded his head. I pulled on a pair of tighter fitting shorts and a longer t-shirt. I grabbed my camera stuff, put on my slippers, and was ready to go. Out in the hallway, Hank's crack was showing at the back of his shorts, and I smiled. I was ready to see him walk across campus this way! He looked so hot! But then I wondered if I was using him like I had accused him of using me? Man, I needed to get my head on straight!
I followed him down the stairs and, twice, the shorts almost slipped off of his hips. At the bottom I stopped him and said, "Look you don't have to wear those, if you don't want to. I really pushed the limits there and you were a good sport and wore what I told you to. But you don't have to do it, if you don't want to."
He smiled and said, "Look, I am a big boy, I'll tell you if I don't want to do something. And right now, I don't mind looking like your boy toy." He stopped, smiled, and added, "But if they start riding too low, you may have to remind me to pull them up!"
I liked the thought of that so I added, "Or, I could just let them slide all the way down and you would have to walk around with them around your ankles!"
He laughed and pushed his shorts to his ankles, "You mean like this?" I laughed and then told him to pull them up. I was enjoying his exhibitionism; it was getting to me. He pulled them up slowly.
I thought I would catch him at his own game, so I said, "You know, we could just go over to the outdoor handball courts and do the photo shoot there, if you want?"
I couldn't tell if he said 'sure' because he knew I was kidding or because he would really do it. And the kinds of pictures I had in mind would definitely stop foot traffic around the courts. I shook my head, "Asshole!"
He laughed and said, "What?"
"Every time I try to make some outlandish suggestion, you just go along with it. Would you really do that, or did you just say 'yes', because you knew that I wouldn't?"
He laughed and shook his head. "I am not sure that I would really do it, although my brothers and I have done some pretty crazy stuff with guys from our high school." He looked at me and smiled, "I pretty much can guess which ones you would really do and which ones you wouldn't. Yeah, I am pretty much trying to push your buttons and trying to get your goat."
We started walking then and I asked, "Like what? What did you do that was so crazy?"
He laughed, "One time when I was a sophomore," he paused, and laughed, "that almost sounds like the line, `One time at band camp.' But really, there was Bill and 2 guys from my high school that I hung around with. We were in a park and it had this restroom at the back. There was a picnic table not too far from the entrance to the men's room. We would take turns daring the others to go into the men's room, strip, and then walk out. We would keep a lookout for people heading our way."
He shook his head as he remembered, "Except that every time we did this, the guy's on lookout would fail to alert one guy. It would be a different guy each time and we never knew who it was going to be. But I would go into the men's rooms, strip, and invariably be rock hard, then walk to the entrance and out to the guys on the bench. The goal was to make it to the picnic table and then back."
He chuckled. "One time when I came out and was half way to the table, an old man walked by. He nearly walked into a tree looking at me. I turned and high-tailed it back into the restroom, dressed really fast, and came running out, sure that he was calling the cops or something. My friends were all sitting there laughing their asses off."
I asked, "Didn't you get mad at them for making you the brunt of the joke?"
"No, because everyone did it to everyone else. It was just part of being in the group."
"And you guys didn't single out just one guy to do it to every time?"
"No, strictly random. You never knew when you came out if you were going to be seen by just the guys or some stranger."
"What was the craziest thing in the park?" I asked, getting totally turned on by this discussion.
"Once, we took turns walking from the restroom to the table and sitting on the table, naked with the guys and having to jerk off. As soon as you came, you could head back into the restroom, get dressed, and then next guy would go in."
He smiled again, remembering, "Ted, I believe it was, was sitting between us beating his meat for all he was worth, trying to cum, so he could go get his clothes. We were egging him on and razzing him."
I tried to arrange myself, so my reaction wouldn't be noticeable to the whole world. He continued on, "Anyway, he was getting close, when this group of bicyclists came whizzing by. They were totally unexpected. The bike path was behind the restroom, but the table was in plain site of them. At the first appearance, Ted reached to grab a pack to put over his lap. We saw some of the riders, mostly all men in the front, do a double take at Ted and the front wheels wobbled on a couple of bikes."
He laughed, "We thought they were going to have a major pile up in front of us, and then they would all be untangling their bikes while Ted tried to hide himself. And, of course, we were trying to pull the pack off of his lap, laughing our heads off. They didn't have a pile up, but one guy looked back over his shoulder and nodded his head. He had definitely gotten a look at Ted stroking away."
"Shit, I would have died," I said, my heart pounding away just thinking about it.
"Ted's dick never went down through the whole thing. When the group passed, and we got the pack off, he was still as hard as ever, and dripping precum. He finished jerking, which didn't take him long, and then ran back, got his clothes, and came out with a big smile on his face."
"Damn, you were/are crazy!" I said.
"There was one guy who would go there by himself, strip, and jerk off. He didn't have any lookouts. He would just get up on his toes and look out the slats to see if anyone was coming. One time, he was naked, lying on his back, jerking off over his mouth. He got a vid of it, because he knew we wouldn't believe it. And just after he shot into his mouth, a guy walked in. You can hear the guy and see our friend jump up, grab the camera and his clothes, and run out of the place. It was fucking hilarious!" Hank laughed, "He said he didn't stop running until he was buried in the bushes, where he quickly pulled his clothes on and then ran the rest of the way home."
"It's a wonder the guy didn't call the cops!" I said, voicing my fears.
"When we would go to the public pool, we would be the oldest guys in the locker room; the rest would be kids 9 or 10. We would walk around with our swim suits hanging from our hard-ons." He shook his head and laughed, "I remember going into the toilet stall with a guy, he wanted to suck my cock and didn't want everyone to see. So we go into this stall and he kneels down and takes my dick and, at the same time, two kids climb up onto the partition and look in and ask us what we are doing."
He thought for a moment. "Probably wasn't the best thing to be doing in front of them, but, at the time, we were being controlled by our dicks. Hindsight tells me we shouldn't have been so blatant in front of them."
"Man, sounds like you were a bunch of exhibitionists!"
"We did all kinds of stupid things! I guess it was the group of guys we hung around with, or my brothers' influences, or we were just overly horny. We would have all-night camp-overs, setting up tents in the back yard. Around 2 or 3 am, we would dare each other to walk around the block naked. It started out with daring to walk to the front of the house, then the house next door, then across the street, and then became around the block. Every one of us came back hard as a rock, except Ronnie. He came back shaking and his cock all shriveled up. We thought sure he was going to puke the first time he went all the way around the block."
"But, now you walk around without a hard on when other people are around or when you are out naked. What did you do to anesthetize yourself?"
He laughed. "Big words! I guess I got used to it. I mean, I don't know if I am ready to walk in parades completely naked like some guys can, but I can pretty much strip down anyplace and not have an issue."
"But what if there were girls there? Would that bother you?"
He stopped and looked at me. "Do you think that being naked in front of women is any different than being naked in front of guys?"
"I mean, I guess, I just thought it would be more difficult. I don't know, more humiliating or something?" I was fumbling for words to express my thoughts.
He stopped, and chuckled. "If I am naked, I am naked. I don't get more or less turned on by stripping in front of guys or girls or both." He paused and said, "But I don't know about Aunt Edna!"
"Wow, for me, I would find it more difficult, more embarrassing or something, to have to strip down in front of girls." I thought for a moment. "I know I have a mixture of guys and girls in the photo classes I pose for, but, mostly, I don't think that there are girls there."
He laughed. "So does this mean I am going to have to find a girl for you to fuck, so you can lose your inhibitions around women?" I blushed, and shook my head.
"Fuck, I am just getting used to sex with guys ^Ö and I like that! I don't think I need to try women, thanks!"
He laughed. We were at the art building now. Hank had had to pull up his shorts several times in the walk, but I hadn't noticed anyone paying attention to him. As we approached the building, I saw a group of 2 guys and a girl turn and follow him as he walked by. They were all obviously checking out him and his outfit. Hank didn't seem to notice, but I certainly noticed them noticing him.
I asked him, once we were inside, if he noticed, and he said no. "You amaze me, the way you can go around not seeing or caring what other people think!"
While we were walking down the hall to the photo labs, he asked, "So what kinds of things did you do? I mean I know you didn't do things with other guys, but did you do anything crazy?"
I gave a nervous laugh and said, "Well, I was a strange one, I guess you would say. I used to go into the restrooms at fast food places and piss over every surface I could. Or I would stand on the sink and jerk off on the mirror."
Hank stopped and looked at me. He smiled, "Yes, that is weird, but no more weird than some of the stuff we did. I like the cumming on the mirror, and then you just left it there for someone to find, right? And pissing all over the place, you got the toilet paper as well? And I bet you thought of some guy coming in and sitting on the toilet you had pissed all over, didn't you?"
I looked at him in shock. "Yes! To all of those. How did you know?"
"No, its not, because I guess the most depraved thing I could think of, I just thought of why I would do it, or why one of the guys I hung around with would."
I shook my head; he never ceased to amaze me.
We got to the photo lab, and Jim was there. What Hank was wearing and how he was wearing it, didn't escape him. "Out trolling, are we?" he asked.
"Well, are you biting?" Hank countered.
"I'd love to bite almost anything on you, honey!" Jim shot back. I just laughed at the two.
Hank stripped and put on a robe. I stayed in my clothes, and Jim told us which room we would use. We headed over and, once inside, I closed the doors and put my stuff down.
Hank took off his robe and hung it on the hook by the door. I started setting up lights. I wanted some stark lighting to begin with. Once I had it set, I moved Hank into place, and he was very pliant and let me pose him.
I got several shots of him from different angles and lighting. I shot all the basic shots of him that I wanted for my class, and then decided to start with the shots I wanted to keep.
I brought over a backless bar stool and had him sit on it and spread his legs. I loved the display he was creating of himself. I had noticed in the other shots how the stubble of his fast reemerging hair showed up so dramatically. And this shot made that all the more apparent, as it looked so much more sexual.
"I want you to pretend I am not here now, and I want you just to have yourself a fine time with mother thumb and her four sisters." Hank laughed at my use of the arcane vernacular.
But then he closed his eyes and began playing with himself, one hand playing with his balls and the other with his dick. As his cock began to fill, he moved the other hand up and rubbed up his stomach to his nipples. He played first with one and then the other. I was capturing it all.
He raised one of his arms and used his tongue to lick at the stubby track there in his armpit, and then moved to the other one. I was rock hard by now. His own cock was now nearly full, as he continued to feel himself up. He switched hands and began rubbing the insides of his legs. He sighed as his cock was now at full mast and tight against his belly. He removed his hands and made it jerk several times.
Using two hands, he went back to stroking his cock. He leaned over and spit on the knob of his cock and began to use that for lubricant. But it wasn't long until a pearl of precum formed at the top of his cock. He sighed again as he took the drop on a finger, and raised it, creating a web between his finger and the head of his cock.
He massaged this in, and then squeezed out a bit more, and sighed, almost a moan. His balls had drawn up some, and he moved one hand down to play with the area behind his balls.
He moved his legs up one of the rungs on the stool, and spread them more, giving him access to his hole. I loved the way the light was creating a shadow there, the mysterious cave.
Just when I thought he could do nothing more to blow me away, he slid his middle finger into his hole and moaned. I looked down and saw the dime-sized spot on the front of my pants, as I began to leak myself.
He played with his ass for a bit, and then went back to concentrating on his cock. He alternated between his two hands, speeding up and using a finger to rub across the head of his cock on each stroke.
His balls were now drawn up on either side of his shaft, and the vein that ran the length of his cock swelled. I loved how the rigidness of his dick continued down between his legs, leaving the hard ridge defining it.
His breathing got more ragged, and his hand began convulsing on his cock; 2 fast strokes and a pause, 3 fast strokes and a pause, 2 fast strokes and a pause, like he was building up pressure or something.
His eyes parted a bi,t and I saw that they had rolled up, as I could only see whites, and he began to pant a bit. Then he reached between his legs with his other hand and inserted his finger into his ass, and let out a long low moan, beginning to shoot rope after rope of cum across his chest. I kept shooting pics throughout his climax, mesmerized by the passion and the pure lust he exhibited.
He was panting when he finished milking the last of the cum from his cock. He blinked his eyes and tried to focus. He looked at me and smiled. "That was so fucking hot." His smile broadened.
He looked at me and grinned even wider. "Come here, lover." I sat down the camera and walked the last 2 steps to him. He rose up and wrapped his arms around me and squeezed. Then he chuckled and pushed me back a bit. He reached down and encircled my cock through my shorts. He squeezed and I moaned. I was close and he knew it. He knew he had driven me mad with lust watching him pleasure himself.
He leaned in and whispered in my ear, his breath tickling, "I want you in me. And I want you there NOW!" He began pushing my shorts down and pulling off my t-shirt, all at the same time. When my cock was free, he bent, took it in his mouth and ran his tongue up and down the length of my dick. I moaned again and shivered.
He engulfed my dick, slobbering on it, to lube it up. He turned and, bending over the stool, presented his ass to me. "Now, fuck me, NOW!" I reached to guide myself into him, and reached for my camera again. I aimed, and shot a couple of pics as I pushed my way into him.
He sighed, and I groaned, while lowering the camera to the floor by the strap. I took hold of his hips and began to work my cock deep into him. He was squeezing my cock as I pushed into him, increasing the friction.
I must have hit his joy button just right, because he spasmed under me and moaned. I continued to pound his ass, speeding up, wanting the rush to hit. I held onto his hips, those wonderful, powerful, muscular hips, and pumped in and out furiously.
I began to pant on each thrust in, feeling my balls slap his ass, and then mine got tighter and tighter. I began a moan deep in my chest, and it grew and built to a crescendo as I slammed into him and began to shoot. I shuddered as I pumped load after load into his hot ass.
He reached back and pulled me deeper into him. He was panting as well. He held me there, and I unglued my eyes and blinked a couple of times to focus, and unclenched my jaw. That had been a powerful climax, and I was still feeling the last waves of the rush as I took a deep breath and began to slide out of Hank.
He moaned as I escaped him. He turned and leaned back against the stool. "That was one fast, mean fuck, little brother." His smile was broad and sincere. He wiped his brow and I did the same, realizing that I was sweating.
He grinned and said, "One thing to work on, and I am NOT complaining, is make it last, keep it going, make me feel it longer and harder."
I started to say something defensive, and he smiled again. "Look, I understand the need to get to the rush. It is a powerful feeling and for someone, pardon me, who is used to self gratification, it is the end result, and you want to get there and get the rush. It is kinda the point of the whole thing." He smiled again and added, "But when you are doing this with someone else, let it build and run through both of us."
I guess he thought I looked hurt, and maybe I was a tiny bit; well, maybe more. "No, I don't mean that wasn't awesome. I loved it!!! But I am just helping us become better together. Make it last longer for both of us. You might have coaxed another round of cum out of me at the same time, if you had." He smiled, and reached out and took my now withering cock in his hand.
He pumped my cum slick cock with his hand, making me moan, "Not that you wouldn't be ready to go again in a moment." He grinned and asked, "What is the most you have cum in a 24 hour period?"
I blushed; I couldn't help myself. "Seven times," I kind of whispered.
"Shit! Then we are tied. My dick was so sore and, by the last one, it was nearly a dry cum."
I laughed then and nodded. I remembered the sensations as well.
He leaned in and kissed me again, and then reached down and picked up my clothes and tossed them to me. He got his robe and wrapped it loosely around his muscular frame. Then, while I dressed, he bent and stood on his hands. Of course, his robe came nearly off when he did that. I walked over and took his softening cock in my mouth and sucked on it.
He laughed and nearly collapsed on top of me. "Someday, I want to give you a blow job that way," I said with sincerity.
"I look forward to it," he said, as he stood and rearranged his robe.
"Maybe in the library," I said mischievously. He laughed.
I picked up my camera and we walked back to the office. Jim was there, and looked Hank over from top to bottom as he walked in. I noticed then that he had a couple of spots on the front of his robe. He just gave an innocent smile to Jim, and walked over to the lockers.
Hank stripped off the robe, walked over and hung it up, and then walked back to the lockers, letting Jim get a good look at him from all aspects. I looked at Jim ,and he just smiled and gave me thumbs up. I laughed.
Hank dressed slowly, allowing Jim to ogle all he wanted to. When he was dressed, we headed out of the office, with Hank's arm around my shoulder. It felt great!
As we walked back to the dorms, he told me about his seven-cum day and how it had included 4 in one evening. He had found a new web site and had gotten lost in it and had jerked off 4 times; then got up the next morning and went back to it for 3 more times!
"Maybe between the two of us, we can beat (pun intended) our records!" He laughed.
"Hmmm," I said. "Well, maybe we wouldn't have to beat it, we could think of some other ways to cum." I grinned as I looked at him.
We talked all the way back to the dorm. I opened the door of our room and, at first, thought I was in the wrong room. There were two guys fucking on my bed! And one of them looked like Hank! But Hank was coming in the door behind me. I checked the number on the door and then said, "What the fuck?"
That's when the guy getting fucked raised his head, and I saw that it was Jimmy and the other guy was Bill! Little slut. Jimmy was giving it away to anyone around, once again!
Bill said, "Sorry, you guys were gone so long, and Jimmy was worried about you both and,"
Hank laughed as he closed the door and said, "So you decided to console him." Then he walked over and smacked Bill on the ass. He was mounted doggie style on Jimmy's ass. "By all means, don't let us interrupt you. I mean, it is not like this is our room or anything."
Jimmy looked chagrinned, and Bill just grinned, as he pushed into Jimmy again.
I watched as they went back to what they were doing. I thought for a moment, and then brought up the camera and started taking pics of the two of them, shots like I had seen on porn sites; between Bill's legs as he penetrated Jimmy's ass, and straight up from the bed into the action. Bill didn't seem to mind at all, and Jimmy didn't seem to be there, mentally.
Hank sat on his bed and watched the action, while I took it all in on the camera. I was thinking I could sell these for lots of money on the web site!
But I was seeing what Hank had meant about drawing it out. Bill was working Jimmy's ass over and really pushing Jimmy's buttons. He let Jimmy fuck himself on his dick, and then pounded Jim's ass. He moved him around until he was on top of him. Then he pulled up one of Jim's legs and kind of scissored him while he fucked his ass.
Jimmy was moaning, thrashing his head, and gripping the sheets tightly. He began to moan and pant, and Bill answered in kind, and I felt that they were rushing to the end. I watched in fascination as first Jimmy's toes began to curl up and then Bill's, as they both reached the point of no return. Then they let out twin groans of ecstasy as Jim began to cum. while Bill was cumming in his ass!
Bill began grunting as he pounded Jimmy's ass, injecting him with cum. Jimmy was spurting ropes of his own across his chest.
When there was no more to spurt, Jimmy shuddered and lay back on the bed. Bill smiled at him and then at us. He slid out of Jimmy. He looked down to see the cum leaking out of Jimmy's hole. He smiled, wiped up a gob of it, and put that finger into Jimmy's mouth. Jimmy greedily sucked it clean. Bill wiped up some more, fed it to Jimmy, and then began wiping up and feeding Jimmy his own seed from his chest. Jimmy was insatiable. He wanted more. He was smacking and licking his lips between feedings. He looked like a baby bird wanting more.
I smiled at the scene and thought. Hank has one wild and crazy and sexy family. Here was his brother fucking a friend of mine on my bed and not caring that his brother and his brother's lover were watching. I shook my head. `His brother's lover.' Wow, that was so awesome! And to think I had almost messed it up! I shook my head again. Had it really been less than 2 weeks since I met Hank?
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