Just as I was slipping into sleep, I suddenly wondered who had used my camera and taken pictures of Hank and I? I fought down my panic and figured it was probably Jim and there wasn't much he hadn't seen before. I smiled again and drifted off thinking of Hank letting me fuck him. Wow!
I had vivid dreams that seemed so real. Hank and I were at a cabin with his brothers, all of them. Everyone was naked and it seemed it was just a constant orgy. In every room, on the porch, there wasn't anyplace that wasn't seeing action. And guys from the dorm were dropping in and joining in; Jared, Jimmy, Mikail, Blake, Bill and I can't remember all of them, but it seemed that people came and went throughout the dream including Marshall and Larry. Sucking, fucking, stroking, and cum was everywhere. I was lost in a fog of lust that never seemed to end.
Then suddenly I was in the quad at school on a blanket in the middle of the lawn and Hank was fucking me. There was a crowd of students standing around watching and taking pictures. Some exclaimed they couldn't believe a guy would let another guy fuck him and others cheered Hank on. I lay there on my back while Hank pounded my ass. I was thrashing and moaning and zooming towards my umpteenth orgasm of the weekend.
Every time I reached for my dick to bring myself to climax, Hank told me no. The tension continued to grow as I became so sensitive to every action and movement.
I was clamped down on Hank's dick trying to push him over the edge. I just couldn't wait any longer. I began to scream, "Fuck me! Fuck me, harder!"
Then someone was telling me to stop, shaking me and telling me to wake up. I woke back in our room with Hank gripping me tightly from behind and Bill's hands on my shoulders. Hank had his mouth next to my ear talking to me trying to soothe me. When my eyes rolled around and focused. I saw Bill with a big grin on his face. "You sure must have been having fun in that dream!"
I remembered where I had been right before being woke up and blushed. I discovered other feelings. Hank's hard cock was wedged in my crack; it felt great. And my own cock was living up to its reputation. Bill removed one of his hands from my shoulder, reached down and squeezed my rigid pole and said, "I thought you were going to poke a hole right through my navel with all your pumping."
He chuckled, "And forget sleeping! That verbal monologue you kept up in your sleep was not only enough to wake the dead, but also graphic enough to peel paint off the walls and short circuit half the wiring!" He laughed and Hank chuckled behind me. He still had his arms wrapped around me and didn't appear to want to let go. It is then that I realized I was drenched with sweat.
I wiggled a bit and said, "Hot!" and wiggled a bit more and I was saying "Let me out!" Hank and Bill were both saying , "You bet your ass you are!"
I fought my way away from Hank and flung the covers back. The heat of our bodies and being trapped between these two hot hunks had enveloped me in heat.
Bill and Hank laughed at me as I flapped the covers to move the air around. I looked at the clock beside bed and saw it was nearly 3:30 am. "I need to cool off!" I said,
Bill said, "Well, you could always streak the quad. That would cool you off." He grinned.
That brought back the dream of Hank fucking me on the quad and my cock spasmed. I climbed out from between them and walked over to the window and opened it. The cooler night air rushed in and felt wonderful.
"Giving the neighbors a show?" Hank said, lying now with his head propped up on one hand.
I looked out the window then to see if anyone could see me and if there were any lights on in any of the other dorm rooms across the way from us. There were a few lights on and a couple of rooms with the window shades up. Some were dark and some had a desk or bedside lamp on. I wondered if someone was sitting at their window looking out and seeing who or what they could see from their dark room.
My nerves were on edge, I felt like I had OD'd on Mountain Dew or something. I absently reached down and stroked my aching cock. That only made the tension increase. I wanted release! I wanted sleep, but I knew I wouldn't get there unless I got off.
I fidgeted and turned around paced a bit and came back to the window seeking the coolness. Hank came over to me, "Get your robe on." He walked over to his closet and pulled his out and tossed another to his brother. I grabbed mine, wrapped it around me and tied it tight.
Hank quietly opened our door and we followed him out, gently closing our door. In the stairwell, Hank headed up instead of down. There was only one floor above us. But I followed him, watching how the muscles of his ass bunched and moved and he climbed the steps. Then looked and saw that Bill's moved in the same way. Damn! These guys were driving me crazy.
I had so focused on their butts that I didn't notice at first that they had stopped. We were on the top landing. Hank walked to the exit sign and reached on top of it and came back with a key. He then turned and went over to the fire ladder attached to the wall that led up to the roof.
He smiled and began climbing. Bill followed him and then me. As I looked up once or twice I looked right up Bill's robe and saw his ass crack, cock and balls. I moaned again and felt my trapped cock try to spring itself free. I shook my head and tried to concentrate on climbing.
Bill had stopped above me while Hank used the key on the lock. But in moments we were climbing up onto the roof. I climbed up and stepped out. The air felt so good. Hank was dropping his robe to the roof and Bill followed his example. I looked around first and then did the same.
It felt so decadent to be standing on the roof of our dorm, naked and hard with 2 other guys. Like the were exhibitionists for the stars and the moon. The moon was full and illuminating us in its milky glow.
Hank walked over to the edge of the building. Bill stood to one side and left a space for me between them. Hank said, "Go ahead, go for it." I could see his smile. "Do the dance of the palm. Celebrate the night!"
I was aching for release and I knew that my dick was now in control. I reached down and clamped tightly around my hard rod and moaned. Hank chuckled and Bill joined in with him. I began to stroke and closed my eyes for a moment trying to being back the images of my dream. I saw the cabin and the naked forms locked in various sexual acts. I moaned again and opened my eyes. Hank and Bill were both smiling at me, but they too had taken their cocks in hand and were matching me stroke for stroke.
"Let's see who can shoot first." Bill said in a pseudo whisper. We were lined up at the edge of the roof. There was about a 3 foot high ledge around the roof. Hank had his legs leaning against the edge. I stood back a bit, a bit nervous at the height of the four story building. Bill moved up to the edge as well.
I knew I was going to blast first. I was so lost in lust and the sexual fog, I was beating a frantic pace on my dick and felt the build up. Bill on the other hand was using a slower motion, rubbing his precum over the head with each outward stroke. I was fascinated with his technique. But my own needs were pressing and I couldn't hold back.
I moaned and moved forward an inch or so and then felt it hit. My legs shook, my eyes rolled up and I began to shoot. The first shots flew over the edge and out into the night, then ropes landed on the edge and finally on the asphalt of the roof. I shuddered from head to toe as I milked the last drops out of my cock.
Evidently my show had provided the fuel for Bill and Hank as they both, with matching deep groans pushed their hips forward and began to spurt over the edge. It was like a volley of cannons and they alternated shots over the edge.
A sigh escaped Hank's lips as he squeezed out the last drops. Bill shuddered as I had done.
Hank brought his cum covred hand to my mouth. I opened my lips and licked it clean. Bill smiled then and did the same. I finished off with mine, noticing the differences in the taste.
"Feel better little brother?" Hank said, clamping me on the shoulder.
"Yes!" I sighed. My cock was slowly shrinking. I don't know how long it had been hard during the night, but it felt like this was an unusual state for it. I chuckled to myself. `Sir Everhard,' I certainly lived up to the name.
"I have to pee!" Bill said, moving closer to edge once again. His piss arched out over the edge and into the night. Hank laughed and joined him. And always the last to pee, it took me a bit to get a flow going. I kept thinking to myself how much my being piss shy had changed. It was getting easier and easier.
It was quite a sight to see the three streams flying out into the dark. Then Bill laughed and in a stage whisper again said, "I hope no one's window is open below us!"
Hank laughed and said, "Yeah, can you image, just as you get cum wiped off your face, wondering where that came from a torrent of piss hits you in the face!" We all cracked up over that.
We stood there for a bit when we finished pissing. Finally, Hank said, "We need to get back. Big day tomorrow, I guess I mean today."
We walked back across the roof, gathered our robes, but Hank and Bill didn't put theirs on, they just draped it over one arm. I shrugged and did the same. I followed them down the ladder and smiled to myself that now Bill would get a good view if he looked up.
At the bottom, they still didn't put their robes on, but walked down the flight of stairs and then over to our room. I was a bit anxious about this, but figured at this hour not many students were awake. I was the last in the room and just as I was going in, the door across the hall opened and a sleepy-eyed guy stumbled out in his t-shirt and boxers. He gave me a strange look and then headed down to the shower room. I laughed again to myself as I wondered if he would think he had been still asleep when he saw a naked guy in the hall.
In the room, Hank and Bill had hung up their robes. I did the same and then we headed back to bed. Bill got the middle this time with me behind him and Hank in front of him. I was a bit cool, so I pulled the covers up and snuggled against him. I inhaled his aroma, smiled, closed my eyes and wondered if I was going to go back to the orgy in the cabin in my dream.
Once again I was prodded awake, but this time it was the grey of dawn outside. "The drool thing is really cute!" Bill said. And while I reached up and wiped my face he continued, "Hank does that sometimes as well. You two could swap spit while you were sleeping and never even know it."
Hank was up and putting on his running shorts. I groaned and pulled the covers back over my head. Bill laughed and pulled all the covers off the bed, leaving me balled up in a fetal position. "Get up sleepy head. You were the one who had to get his rocks off in the middle of the night!"
I groaned again and growled out, "You got yours off, too!" Both of them laughed.
Hank smacked me on the ass and I yelped and jumped. I got up slowly and just as slowly pulled on my running shorts. I got my t-shirt and then sat to get my shoes on. Bill and Hank both did the thing of tying their shoes by raising their foot up leaning over a bit. I would fall on my ass if I tried that.
When everyone was ready, Hank led us out the door, down the stairs and out into the morning. It was a bit cooler than the middle of the night. Hank started out slow and I ran a bit with my eyes barely open. But soon the blood got to pumping and I woke up a bit more. "Coffee?"
Hank and Bill laughed and picked up the speed. We ran in silence, each of us with our own thoughts. I thought of Bill coming to Hank's aid when Hank had been concerned about me. What a great brother! And how free he was sexually as well. He had a boyfriend however shared Hanks philosophy of trying as many things as possible. He had told me of his explorations and things he liked and didn't like. I was amazed at how much both he and Hank had done.
And I felt that Hank had been showing me something new almost every time we did something. I shook my head. There was still so much more that I hadn't experienced.
Then a shiver ran up my spine again as fear of judgment gripped me. What would people think if they knew the things I liked to do and the things I thought of doing? Would they think I was depraved? Blake's face swam in my mind. Was he still judging me for bowing to Hank's directions and desires?
I shook myself and tried to climb out of that abyss. I knew I had more I needed to do with Marshall. Then a smile and a blush as I thought of some of the things he had done to me in my dream last night! I couldn't tell him about those things. But I did look forward to talking with him again.
Then my thoughts turned to classes and again panic washed over me. Was I getting too far behind in my classes with all the sessions with Marshall, getting mentally sidetracked by Hank and sex? I shuddered again as I feared what my Mom would say if I didn't keep my grades up. And shit! I hadn't emailed her or called her in a while. What kind of son was I?
Then another stab of panic, what if she saw the pictures that had been taken of me? It would kill her. And how could I ever tell her how I felt about Hank and the fact that I was gay. Would it break her heart? Would she speak to me again? I thought about how frail and helpless she seemed. All she needed was a bunch of cats and she could be the epitome of the nutty little old lady.
My heart raced and pounded in my ears and my stomach twisted. Then I shook my head. I was one fucked up kid. I had a great thing going and things were working out. Things would be fine with her and with school. Hank was helping me with school work and wouldn't let me fail. An image of sexual escapades in the library shot through my mind and I grinned. Well, maybe it wasn't all work.
I raised my head, sucked in some air, put a smile on my face and with a burst of speed sped past Hank and Bill. They were caught unprepared and yelped, "Where the fuck did he come from?" And they picked up the pace and caught up to me. I was smiling.
Bill laughed out, "I believe he came out of his mother!" That made me flush as I pictured where I came out of my mother. I faltered and they passed me. Bill turned around and smiled broadly. "Oops! Moms aren't supposed to have ever had sex. I forgot. Sorry!" I flipped him the bird, he laughed and turned around.
He wiggled his ass in front of me and then reached back and mooned me. Hank laughed and almost stumbled. Then he caught up to Bill and did the same to me.
I shot back, "Just showing me what you are going to give me?" I thought, "Two moons over the roof of the dorm!" I laughed at my own joke. "Am I going to have you both on the rooftop tonight, under the light of the moon?" I hooted and tried to put on some juice to catch up to them.
Bill and Hank both laughed, mooned me and wiggled their asses and said in unison, "You wish!"
They pulled up their shorts and slowed down a bit. I looked up and saw that we were nearly back to the dorm and they were slowing down to begin to cool down. We must have been running for 40 minutes while I was lost in thought!
The last 100 yards or so, we slowed to a fast walk and then to a slow walk as Hank and Bill shook out their arms and legs. I loved seeing the play of muscles under their skin. They caught me looking. I stopped and started shaking my own arms and legs in a more spasmodic manner. They laughed, looked at each other and then in a flash were both standing on their hands, walking along the sidewalk. Their shirts spilled down around their shoulders exposing their beautiful abs and chests. I stopped walking and watched them.
The image of giving Hank a blow job in this position flashed through my mind. Then Hank was back on his feet. "Your turn." He stood there motioning to me with his hands. "Come on, little brother, you can do it."
I shook my head and Hank came over and insisted. I felt awkward as I bent put my hands on the ground and flipped up. Hank held my legs. I thought he might be taking some of the weight off of my arms as well. "Now try walking on your hands."
I knew that I couldn't possibly support myself on one arm, but Hank seemed to have confidence in me and I liked the strength I felt in his hands on my ankles. I swung a bit to one side and lifted the opposite hand and quickly brought it forward an inch or so and then went back to trying to keep myself up with both hands.
Bill was cheering me on, so I tried the opposite side and managed another inch or so. I knew for sure now that Hank was taking much of the weight off of my arms. But I couldn't go on. My arms were burning as it was. My arms bent and my head touched the sidewalk and Hank let me roll down onto my back. "Great job! You'll be an expert at that in no time!"
I appreciated his encouragement. No one had done much of that with me. As I tried to turn over to put my feet under me again, I felt a lump of emotion -- pride, joy, I don't know, but it was new to me. It felt good to be praised and to please Hank. He had done so much for me, I was glad I could do something that he wanted me to do.
I smiled internally again and thought of what he had let me do last night, when he gave his ass to me! Wow!
Both of them patted me on the back almost knocking me off balance. "Let's get upstairs, get a shower, grab some breakfast and then head out to class." Hank said, "You have to get all your assignments you missed and we have to make sure you get caught up."
He put his hand on my shoulder again and said, "Can't have your grades slipping. Mom might come down here to find out what is keeping her Kyle from studying. And I don't want it to be me," he said, seeing the panic in my eyes.
"Calm down! I am kidding." He ruffled my head again, "That reminds me, when was the last time you talked with your Mom? " He saw the look on my face. "That won't do. I'll put it on my to do list for today. And remind you to email her." He smiled, "Parents are like that, especially during the first couple of weeks of college. You have to touch base with them often to keep them from thinking you have been taken over by some cult."
Bill agreed as we entered the dorm and headed up the steps, Hank and Bill taking them two at a time. I shook my head and tried to keep pace with them. Back in the room, they stripped grabbed their shaving kits, towels and waited for me at the door. They were going to walk naked down the hall to the showers!
They stood there daring me with their smirks. I didn't want to think about it; I would get hard if I did. I shrugged my shoulders grabbed my stuff and followed them. I was glad I was walking behind them as I was partially blocked by them when we met a couple of guys in the hallway. Hank said good morning as if nothing was wrong. One guy stopped and watched as we walked by shaking his head, "You guys definitely have balls!" he said as he looked as we passed.
Bill grabbed his sack and said, "Yeah, two nice big ones!" and laughed. The guy laughed as well, shook his head, turned and followed the other guy.
In the shower, it felt so good to be under the rush of hot water and to be standing between these two hot hunks. I smiled to myself again as I shampooed my hair.
"Hey guys, what's up?" I heard. I rinsed the soap off my head and out of my eyes and looked over. It was Jared and Jimmy just turning on their showers. Wow, almost like my dream; five naked hunks! Well, that is if I considered myself a hunk.
"Just back from our morning run; trying to get Kyle in shape!" Hank said,
"And you must be Bill," Jared said, "Jimmy has told me a lot about you."
"I'll just bet he has," Bill said looking at Jimmy. Jimmy just gave an impish grin.
Jared looked between Bill and Hank, "It's almost like a before and after picture," meaning the lack of hair on Hank. But his stubble was growing fast. He had a tinge of dark brown that seemed to give his body a five o'clock shadow look.
"Say, you guys want to go to a party tonight?" Jared said as he washed his armpits. "This friend of mine is pledging a frat and they are having a party tonight. He invited me and said, I could invite some friends."
Bill said, "I have to get back today, but thanks for the invite."
Hank looked at me and then said, "Well, what do you think, little brother, you want to go see what the Greek life is really about?" I got the innuendo and fought the blush.
"Sure, sounds great," I said with more bravado than I felt. Frats made me think of the kinds of guys that had always picked on me in high school. I was leery of the whole hazing thing but it seemed like Hank wanted to go.
Jared gave Hank all the information. Then we finished our showers, grabbed our towels and started drying. I let my eyes drink in the lights and shadows as they played over the ripples of muscles of Hank and Bill.
We stood at the sinks, one on either of side of me as we brushed our teeth, shaved and spiked our hair. Hank had me put some goop on my hair and tried to get some spikes out of the short hair. They both laughed. It just made my bristles shiny.
We gathered up our stuff as Jared and Jimmy came out. Jimmy bent over to dry his legs, purposely pointing his ass at Jared. Jared just reached over and ran his hand down Jimmy's crack and then jiggled his balls. Jimmy faked a yelped, stood and turned. He tried to look demure, failed miserably and Jared just laughed. There was no denying that Jimmy was just a slut.
I wondered if he would let Jared fuck him right there in the showers? I shook my head. I put all my stuff away and followed Hank and Bill. At the door, it hit me again. I was going to walk naked to my room! Shit!
I mentally shook myself and followed them out. No one was in the hall until we reached our room and once again, as I was going into the room, the door across the hall opened and the same bleary eyed guy came out in his t-shirt and boxers. He absently scratched his crotch, looked at me, turned away and then did a double take. I waved at him and then was in the room closing the door.
I laughed wondering what he must be thinking. Hank wanted to know what was so funny. I just shook my head. I headed into the toilet to take a leak and in seconds I had one on either side of me, each with a hand in the small of my back. They both peered over my shoulder looking at my cock.
"Guys, cut it out! You only make this more difficult. `Like no pressure, little brother.' This is easy for both of you. You have been pissing with other guys around since the first time you peed in the potty." They laughed.
"Actually, Hank was sitting on my lap on the toilet the first time he peed in the toilet." Hank laughed and I thought I saw a hint of a blush go up his face. "He was always climbing in everyone's lap. So I was sitting there. He came up, looked between my legs and saw me pissing. Then he sat on my lap facing me and then looked into my eyes and began to piss." Bill chuckled, "It was like, `I'll show you I can do the same things you do.' He had that same devilish smile that he still uses to this day."
Hank laughed and I looked and saw that smile on his face. It all must have relaxed me because soon I was shooting a stream into the toilet and they joined in, crisscrossing streams. It must have been a riot growing up in their house.
When we finished we all shook our dicks. Back in the room, Hank and I dressed for class and Bill packed up his stuff. He hugged Hank and gave him a kiss and then did the same to me. "You take care of my brother and don't let him get too wild!" Bill said.
"Are we going to see you at Thanksgiving?" Bill asked.
"That might be a plan. Maybe I can bring the kid along and introduce him to the whole fucking clan. But I don't know if he can handle it!' He said lightly punching my arm.
"Ow!" I said grimacing for effect. Bill grabbed his stuff and headed out. We grabbed our backpacks and headed downstairs. As we walked downstairs, the thought of Thanksgiving with Hank's family ran through my head. All those brothers, a mom and a dad, wow. It was too much for me. Emotions swelled in me again. I was one lucky fucker!
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