Well, it has been a year since the first chapter of Kyle and Hank. Thank you to all who have stayed through since then and thanks to the ones who picked it up along the way. My apologies for the editing issues, while there are a couple of guys who help me with this, it is ultimately my responsibility. I have appreciated all the comments, suggestions and photos. More chapters on the way. Harryrod575@yahoo.com -- have fun!
That made images flash through my mind of what I imagined would happen at this party. Would I standout in this group? Would they make fun of me? How would I fit in? How would Hank fit in? I wasn't worried about him finding someone else; I was feeling pretty confident about our relationship after I had heard him telling both his brother and Marshall how he felt. I smiled. Hank might have his hidden side, but I was happy to have him the way he was. I couldn't imagine that he wanted me, with all the things I needed to resolve, but I was happy that he accepted me for what I was and was willing to work with me.
Thoughts of Hank having me jerk off on the balcony of the library swam through my mind, and I grinned and watched Hank's ass bunch and flex as he walked out of the commons. This was going to be a crazy evening!
We headed back to the library and to the carrels. After setting up the laptops and notes, we both sat down and started studying again. Occasionally as I paused in working, I would wonder what Hank's secret was. I would mentally shake my head as there wasn't anything I could imagine that Hank wouldn't be comfortable with. He seemed like such a totally open, totally comfortable, totally together guy. What could bother him?
I was so absorbed in my class work for first time in a long time. It felt good. I would reach over my head, lock fingers and stretch, rub my face and dive right back in. One time during one of these breaks I looked up and saw him looking at me. He smiled broader when he saw me catch him staring. "What?" I said, "Do I have food on my face or something?"
He laughed and shook his head and said quietly, "I just like looking at you, roomie, you look so hot!"
That made me blush and shake my head. I couldn't imagine myself as `hot.' It was not the first time he had said that, but it didn't seem right, putting me into that type of person. He was the one that was hot!
"Look the one here that is hot, is you!" I whispered back.
He shook his head and went back to his work.
As I sorted through pictures in my head of what I thought were hot guys and in none of them, did I see anyone that was in anyway similar to my perception of myself. I was the nerd guy that didn't do sports, wasn't popular and didn't have people knocking down the door for dates in high school.
Finally, Hank said, "I think that should do it for this evening. Let's head back to the dorm, get changed and find Jared so we can head over to the frat."
I nodded my head, finishing up one last thought. I packed up my stuff and followed Hank down the stairs and outside. Outside we walked along in silence for a bit and then Hank stopped. I looked at him and the streetlamp light glistened in the water in his eyes. He was emotional about something.
"I need to tell you this. It only makes it seem worse if I wait any longer. It isn't really a big deal, but it really hit me when it happened and it really made me think about myself and I wasn't sure I was okay with the answer until I met you."
I looked at him and tried to understand what he was saying and why it had got him so emotional. I nodded encouraging him to continue on.
He cleared his throat and wiped his eyes. He smiled through it, "It is really only a couple of sentences, but they are difficult to get out."
I began imagining all kinds of bad things, rape, sexual abuse, drugs, what? My mind sped through possibilities.
He took a deep breath, "One day Bruce was over at my place and we were in the bedroom, naked and fucking. I was fucking him and he was moaning. My girlfriend walked in and saw us." He paused, obviously fighting emotions.
"She took off slamming the door and stormed down the stairs. I ran after her." He struggled with the telling of this, fighting his emotions. "I caught up with her at the front door and tried to grab her arm. She looked down at my slick cock and said, `I don't need a faggot for a boyfriend and I never want to talk to you again!' She pulled her arm from mine and stormed off."
I could tell this was wrenching him apart to tell. I moved closer and put my arms around him and looked into his face and he struggled to continue on.
"I tried calling her or seeing her in school, but she ignored me and refused to talk to me. I was sure she was telling everyone in school what had happened and at first I hated myself and her, but my brothers helped me a bit."
He wiped his eyes again. "A couple of guys said something, but most kept whatever they were thinking to themselves as I am sure my size and position intimidated them. I knew the gossip was going around." He paused and took a deep breath, "But I just couldn't make the step to say, `yes, I am gay.' I fought it and continued to say I was bi. And only said that if pushed trying to say how good it was to get both and have sex more often, trying to laugh it off. I wouldn't talk to Bruce for a long time, blaming it all on him. I guess my brothers would have said I became an asshole. I didn't want to face what was going on."
He tried to smile again and I could tell it pained him to do so. "It happened right near the end of the year, so I struggled with this all summer. Then when I came here I was going to be the macho BMOC and prove to myself that I was bi."
A tear escaped his eye then and he gave a crooked smile and said, "Then I met this really hot guy who happened to be my roommate," he smiled again and another tear escaped, "AND it turns out he is gay and for some reason likes his asshole roommate."
He now had my emotions going. I started to say something, but he put his finger over my lips and went on, "AND he showed me that it was okay to admit to being gay. Yeah, I know, I should have known that by now what with my brother and all, but realizing it and doing it are two different things."
He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed and whispered into my ear, "So you brought me out of the closet."
I laughed into his neck and said, "Who brought whom out?" and squeezed back.
He leaned in and kissed me, "Doesn't make any difference now, does it?"
I kissed back and when the kiss broke, wiped his eyes and then mine. "Thank you, that had to be difficult to tell and to go through." I stopped and then added, "I don't know that I could have made it through that. My paranoia would have overwhelmed me and I don't think I could have faced the world after that."
He squeezed me tightly again, understanding what I meant and said, "Yeah, but now we have each other to help through any rough situations and you have Marshall helping you as well." He laughed, "At least I didn't run through the local theatre naked yelling, `I am not gay!'"
I tried to struggle out of his grip. His taunt had stung. "No, I am sorry. Bad joke!" There was no way I could have broken his grip anyway. He squeezed tighter, "I am sorry!" He had ripped my emotions once again. I fought to control them. First my heart had been torn by his story and then my temper flared at his joke.
"You okay?" he said, lifting my chin.
I wiped my nose and said, "Sorry, this was to be about you and I managed to make it about me. No, I should be sorry, not you."
He shook me gently then and said, "No, it is all about you. You helped bring me back. I know it's trite, but you completed me."
If my arm had been free I would have slugged him. I was going to gag with the saccharin comment.
He felt my struggle and laughed. It was good to see him laughing. "No, really, you opened my eyes and really put me back on track." I shook my head, I couldn't possibly be that influential in someone's life.
He must have sensed something because he said, "Why do you have this feeling about yourself that you don't matter and that your opinion doesn't count?"
That was really difficult to answer and he got my emotions going again with his question. "Look, I haven't ever had an impact on anyone's life."
"Look, little brother, you have had a tremendous impact on my life, your mother's and I am sure that Jimmy, Jared and others would all agree you have impacted their lives."
Did he really mean that? I shook my head again and said, "Let's just drop that." I struggled to get out of his grip again.
"Kyle, you mean a great deal to me and I," he paused, "have said this before, I love you and I want you to realize your worth and your potential and your abilities. And I will say it again, because I know you need to continue hearing this so it will sink in, you are one hot dude! And I am going to have to spend half of my time around you beating off the guys."
He smiled, "Now, that doesn't mean I don't want you trying out anything and everything you want with whomever you want. That's not want I mean. I want you to explore and learn, what I mean is I don't want someone else working on your heart. Your heart belongs to me!" he said emphatically.
He pulled my chin up again and looked into my eyes. I liked what he said! It made me feel good! Before I could say anything else he said, "Like what's his name, Blake, I think he was after your heart."
Had Hank really been jealous of him? I sheepishly shook my head; I still couldn't imagine guys fighting over my affection. That seemed impossible. If it were true then it really made me feel, what? Wanted, needed, desired? All of those seemed alien to me.
I didn't doubt that Hank loved me. I felt that to be true in my heart. But it still blew me away that I had a lover, a friend, a partner, a what? What do I call Hank? My steady boyfriend, yeah right! That sounded so, so high school! I laughed at myself then and Hank said, "What?"
"Nothing, just a brain fart," I said and Hank laughed. He released me and we walked side by side with his arm around my shoulder for a while without saying anything. Then I stopped and moved his arm down and took his hand in mine. I like that feeling. I leaned in and kissed him again.
He looked at me quizzically, and shook his head. "Sometimes I just can't figure you out, little brother."
"Yeah, me, too," I said and then asked, "Does you calling me little brother mean you are into incest?"
He laughed, "No, roomie, lover, Kyle, asshole (and I mean that in the best way -- yours is cute!), hot hunk, it is simply a term of endearment. I thought you liked it?"
"I do, but I just wondered, your brother and all," I said stammering.
He roared laughing then. I thought everyone on the walkway was going to stop and stare at him. "It has nothing to do with incest and everything to do with sex!" He smiled at me. "Having sex with my brother is not incest to me, it is having sex with a hot guy. Yeah, I have fooled around with all of them, but again, I did the same things with the guys at school. So there were another bunch of hot guys." He laughed, "course it didn't hurt that I slept with them on a regular basis. And we did sleep some of the time!"
He turned and gripped my shoulder again, "So, little brother, I call you that because, I want you to know how close you are to me and not in a incestuous way, but in a way of we-can-share-anything-because-we-are-brothers way. Or in that we-have-been-through-this-together-so-we-are-brothers way. Does that make sense?"
"Yes, it does. And I like it!" I wrapped my arm around his lower back and pulled him close.
He took his free arm and smacked my butt, "Then let's get this gorgeous butt of yours in gear and get back, get changed, so we can make this frat party. By the time we get there, they will all have a good head start on us." He stopped and looked at me, "And little brother, you pay attention to how much you drink. You got pretty wild at that poker party. After a few beers you are offering to let anyone `poke'r you!"
I was chagrinned and promised that I would watch how much I drank and that he could cut me off at any time. He laughed and slapped my ass again to get me moving.
Back at our room Hank washed up in the sink. I loved seeing him naked! He had removed his clothes and was standing at the sink washing his face and then his pits. After brushing his teeth, he ran his finger through his hair and pronounced that he was all set. He turned to me and with arms spread wide, said, "So what do you think? Do I pass?"
I looked up and down his beautiful physique. The way his muscles played beneath his skin, showed that his body fat percentage had to be low. Would I ever be like that, if I kept up with Hank's fitness and nutrition guidelines? I drank him in. His hair was growing back and was now at least a quarter of an inch long and was creating the familiar patterns on his body. His smile was so disarming, especially as he invited me to peruse his body.
He turned slowly and said, "Well, is it that bad?" when he had made the complete circle.
"If I keep staring at your wonderful body, we are not going to go any place, because I won't be able to control myself! I will want to taste every part of your body and drain you of bodily fluids!"
"What? Bodily fluids?" he grimaced, "Yuck!"
"Asshole, you know what I mean!" I was looking at his magnificent cock, "I mean I want to drain you of cum!"
His smile broadened. "Then I guess you better get your ass in here and get cleaned up so we can go off to this frat party of yours."
"Mine?" I wondered, but Hank had moved out of the way, allowing me to move up to the sink. I still had on boxers, but he yanked them down.
"No clothes in the room!" he said and laughed when he saw that my cock had started to swell. "Rising to the occasion?"
I blushed and shook my head. I followed Hank's procedure washing up. Since I had barely any hair on my head, I didn't need to run my fingers through it. But since he was watching I did it just to imitate him. He got it and laughed.
As we dressed, he handed me boxers to put on, then cargo shorts and a t-shirt. We sure were dressing up for this. "Just the normal frat attire, don't want to stick out." Hank said when he saw the look on my face.
As we slid on our shoes, Jared knocked on the door. "Ready?" He and Hank must have communicated someway to get the timing so perfect.
So Jimmy, Jared, Hank and I headed out of the dorm and across campus to the frat house. Jared was explaining what was going to be going on there. "They will have been drinking for several hours now and it is going to be pretty rowdy. There are going to be a bunch of frat guys, their pledges, called `slugs' and chicks."
He looked at me and said, "There are going to be all kinds of drinking games, dares and all kinds of macho I-can-do-anything-you-can-do-only-better stuff going on. There will be guys walking around in their boxers and getting naked now and then. It is just a typical time at the dorm."
And then making sure I was getting his point, he stopped and went on, "Kyle, I know you have this thing about getting hard every time you turn around, but I think you will find the situation a bit different tonight."
He was beginning to scare me. Was I going to be ridiculed there if I got hard?
"I think you will find that the "flight or fight" reflex will take over. Your body will sense this and protect you."
I looked dumb and he laughed a bit, "What I mean is that while you might get hard with us because we get you going sexually, I think you will remain relatively soft because to get hard would cause you pain." He looked at me to see if I was getting it.
"Gays in the army or sports teams, etc., they don't spring boners every time they are naked in the showers with a bunch of guys because they know they would probably get killed if they did. Now I am exaggerating, I know. Guys, especially younger ones, can't always control what is going to make them pop one."
"So in my long winded way I am trying to say, don't worry, you will be fine. Just go with the flow." He smiled.
"The guys running around in tightie whities are slugs. They are the pledges; the lowest of the low. You are probably going to see some of the slugs disciplined, which will probably be with a paddle. That is just standard practice."
I tried to digest all of this. I knew he was trying to reassure me. I took a deep breath and nodded. We headed on over to the place and as Hank had said, from the raucous sounds coming from the place, there had been some serious drinking going on.
We were passed through the guy checking people in and went inside. There were guys and girls everywhere, standing, sitting, leaning; and everyone seemed to have a plastic glass of beer in their hand. There was lots of laughing and back slapping going on. There was music playing but it was difficult to distinguish what was playing because the volume of conversations overpowered it. I caught glimpse of white what I guessed was brief clad guys in the crowds.
Jared seemed to know the way and led us to the back porch where the keg was. I watched amazed as a guy, a naked guy (!), was held upside down over the keg while he drank out of the tap. There was great laughter as he came down sputtering and choking. Yells of "pussy," and "wimp" assaulted him as he wiped his mouth and staggered back. He pulled on a pair of boxers, grabbed a glass and moved away. The guy just shook his head as his friends razzed him. He was an apple cheeked farm boy looking guy. The wholesome boy next door kind of kid; and he had just stripped down in front of all these people. His dick had flopped around as he had moved down from the keg. It hadn't seemed to have affected him at all. Maybe Jared had a point in his theory.
Jared managed to get us each a glass of beer without us having to get naked, by promising that we would be back later to do our keg stand. We would? I wondered about that.
Jared and Jimmy wandered off one direction and I followed Hank another direction. In the den there was some sort of game going on with cups and a ping pong ball. I listened, asked a couple of questions and found out it was beer pong and there was a bet riding on it, evidently a guy and girl where challenging another guy and a girl. The spectators were heckling and trying to get them to miss their shots.
Finally one couple won and everyone cheered. The losers laughed and sat down their beers. Then amongst a great deal of laughter the two exchanged cloths. The guy stripped down and put all his clothes on the table. The girl took off her top and skirt, but left her panties on. The guy took the top and skirt and put them on. He looked quite hilarious and the guys around him kept lifting the skirt so everyone could get a look at the guy's dick.
His dick stuck out about an inch or so from his thick brown bush and he didn't seem concerned about the nudity. Man, was this what frat parties were like?
I had finished my beer and Jared seemed to have wandered off. I found my way back to the keg and there was Jared! Naked and doing a handstand on the keg with the nozzle in his mouth. And people were counting out loud. "46! 47! 48! 49! 50!" and the volume increased the higher the numbers went. At 50, he did a very graceful return to the upright position and removed the nozzle, to wild cheers from the audience. He pulled on his boxers and grabbed his glass and raised it.
He saw me and motioned me over and told me it was my turn. I shook my head but he said it was a rite of passage and that I had to do it. I looked at him in the face and he was nodding and smiling. I figured what the hell, so I pulled off my shirt and received cat calls from many people as I pushed down my shorts and boxers.
"Another naked crotch!" Someone yelled and a cheer arose. I had forgotten about the shaved pubes, but figured from the comment that I wasn't the only one.
I grabbed hold of the sides of the keg and felt myself lifted upside down. The nozzle was stuck into my mouth and the tap opened. I nearly gagged as the beer fizzed in my nose. I tried swallowing and couldn't get the hang of it. I think I managed about 6 or 8 seconds.
There was much laughing and back-slapping when I was lowered and Hank handed me glass, "Maybe you better stick to this method."
Then everyone was yelling for the funnel. A large funnel was produced with a clear plastic hose attached. Hank took the hose and placed in my mouth and then beer was being poured in the funnel. I reached up and held the tube and tried to drink and swallow as fast as I could, but it just kept coming!
I heard counting, but finally pinched the tube closed and removed it from my mouth. There was applause and jeers and jests and I was all smiles. Someone handed me my boxers and I slipped them back on and walked away with a two full glasses of beer. I looked around for Hank, but didn't see him. I decided to wander through the house to look for him.
As I made my way through the house I saw several people with Sharpies writing all over this guy. He was only wearing white briefs so I figured he was one of the slugs. Someone turned him around, pulled down his briefs in the back and wrote, "Deliveries in the rear," with an arrow going down into his crack.
When he turned back over, I saw that his nipples had been circled and people had signed their name along with "Homo" and "Cocksucker and "Slug" all over his torso, arms and legs. Someone was printing `FREAK" across his forehead and another was drawing a dick on the side of his face.
His briefs were pulled down in the front and the pen was handed to a girl. She drew a pair of lips down next to his blond pubic hair. While his arms were being held by others, he wasn't struggling, but rather laughing as if it tickled. His dick bounced around as he was jostled around.
The girl handed the pen to another girl and she took his limp dick in hand and drew her pair of lips on the head. Everyone laughed and what she had done and the fact that he had swelled some at her manipulations. His briefs were finally pulled up and he went off with the pen in one hand and a beer in the other.
I had finished the two beers and sat down the empties when some guy in white briefs handed me another full glass. That was what four or five and the funnel and the keg. I lost count. I decided to go a bit slower as I was definitely feeling a buzz.
There was a loud cheer from the backyard, so I headed over that direction, looking for Hank along the way. In the backyard about a dozen of the guys in white briefs were lined up. I enjoyed the fact that there was such an assortment of guys, although most looked like they very somewhat fit. There was one hairy guy with a bit of a beer gut and one taller, skinny guy.
As I watched, one by one, each of these guys had a pail of water poured over their front and back. I smiled, it was a wet briefs display, rather than a wet t-shirt contest. The wet material clung to their body and clearly outlined their equipment. And the assortment of shapes, length and sizes became very obvious. There was lots of cat calls and jeers from the crowd as each of them flexed and posed and generally tried to make the best of it.
One of them turned around and mooned the crowd, who responded with much laughter. When he pulled them up, they didn't come back all the way, probably because they were wet, but the top of his crack now showed as he turned back and faced the crowd.
I shook my head in wonderment. Here was all the heckling, embarrassing situations and put downs that I had always dreaded, but there were being laughed off by all parties. The guys obvious understood this was part of some ritual and the others understood that it was their duty to provide the humiliation and that is was all in good fun.
Jared and Hank were right in making sure I attended this. It brought things into a whole new light. Teasing and joking could be fun for both parties. I sat down my glass and immediately another full one was handed to me.
I was amazed that I had been able to think so clearly about the situation with as much beer as I had drunk. I was definitely feeling the effects. I had to keep myself in control because there were lots of guys around that I found visually interesting.
I saw the marking with sharpies happen on a couple of other guys and then in one area, I saw a slug down on the floor with his brief covered ass in the air. "Slug, you spilled beer on a brother, how do you plead?" one guy roared out.
The guy on the floor responded, "Guilty, Sir!"
"And what is the penalty, slug?"
"Sir, to be paddled 5 times, Sir!" he called out.
Someone handed the guy a paddle. It had the Greek letters of the frat on it. Space was cleared around the kneeling guy. His round rump was sticking up in the air. You could see the dark line of his hairy crack through the material. "Smack!" rang through the air.
"One, Sir, Thank you, Sir, may I have more please, Sir?" the guy said loudly.
"Smack!"
"Two, Sir, Thank you, Sir, may I have more please, Sir?" the guy said not quite as loud.
"I can't hear you, slug!"
"Sorry, Sir, Two, Sir, Thank you, Sir, may I have more please, Sir?" the guy said loudly.
"No, slug, we will have to start over!" the guy said as he reached down and pushed the briefs down, exposing the guy's ass and nuts.
Five very loud smacks were delivered to the guy's bare ass as everyone watched. He succeeded in being very loud with each of his responses, so he did not get any additional paddlings. But his responses had emotions and he seemed to be forcing his words out concisely. His ass was bright red as he gingerly pulled up his briefs over his ass before standing. He smiled and everyone laughed and jeered and someone handed him a beer. He took a big swallow, but took care that he didn't spill any on anyone this time.
I needed to take a leak. I asked one of the guys and he said it was upstairs. I headed towards the stairs. I passed a window. Outside on the lawn there was a guy, pulling down his boxers and pissing. He hadn't moved off away from everyone, it was as if he had been talking, turned, pulled down his boxers and began pissing. Guys and girls laughed and someone took a picture. He put the beer cup in his mouth and held down his boxers with one hand and gave thumbs up with the other. Wild place, I thought as I headed upstairs.
Upstairs was filled with people as well. I wandered around until I saw a door with the words, "beer recycling plant" printed over it. I figured this was the spot. I opened the door and there was a guy standing at a toilet taking a leak. I started to turn and back out when he said, "Sokay, when you gotta go, you gotta go. Come on in, there's room for two."
I shrugged my shoulders and thought, this isn't any different than going with Hank and the guys back in our room. I moved up next to him, pulled my cock out of the fly of my boxer, took a deep breath, felt my head getting woozy a bit, but focused and began pissing. Both of us pissed steadily for a long time. I found out he was a Junior in the house and he found out I was a freshman.
When he was nearly finished the other guy stuck his cock back in the fly of his boxers, but he wasn't finished pissing and got the front of his boxers wet. "Shit!" he said, looking down at himself.
I finished up, shook off the last drop and put it back in my boxers. "Hey, I got to change this. Want to see what one of our rooms looks like?"
I shrugged, "Sure, why not."
I followed him down the hall. He opened a door, went in, and then held the door for me. After I had entered, he closed the door and headed over to his dresser. I looked around the room. Seemed pretty organized and obviously he shared it with someone else as there were two of everything.
There was the ubiquitous nearly nude poster of a woman on one wall and lots of pictures of sports, with a lot of rugby shots on the rest of the walls. He pulled off his boxers and threw them in the corner with a pile of other clothes. He had his boxers in his hand when he walked over to me. I couldn't help but notice his stocky rugby type build, with a trace of black hair on chest and a line of it leading from his navel down to the thick bush around his cock.
I guess he had seen me checking out the room, at least I hoped it had been room he had seen me checking out, "Yeah, sports is a big thing for Derek and me. I guess that's why they put us in the same room." He looked at me again, seemed to focus a bit more, smiled and said, "In fact, I have some other pictures on my computer if you would like to see them."
"Sure," I said, trying to practice the social skills that Hank was always trying to teach me. I remembered him saying something about letting people talk is a good way to establish a friendship.
He pulled out his desk chair, put his boxers on the bed, and moved the monitor, so I could see it as well. He used the mouse and navigated through some files on his computer. He seemed to find the file he was looking for. He double clicked on it. He leaned back smiling as the picture cleared and I realized that it was a picture of me sucking cock! Before I could say anything he clicked the forward button and there was a picture of me being fucked! Oh Shit!