"And you are probably stiff because of the five guys you begged to fuck you, really put it to you. I couldn't believe the positions you got in. And you certainly were putting on a show for the whole house! I mean they were cheering you on and you wanted more and more. I had to put you over my shoulder and carry you home!"
I had stopped and was staring at him as he continued, "You wanted me to fuck you on the porch of the house before I brought you home. You were pretty horny and pretty insatiable."
"What?!?!?! I said. "No, fucking way!" this couldn't be true. It wasn't what I remembered. I admit it was a bit foggy, but what? Oh, Shit! What had I done now?
Hank took off running then and I turned and tried to catch up with him. "Wait!" The faster I ran, the faster he ran. Fuckhead! Finally he turned around and ran backwards and was still in front of me. He was grinning from ear to ear.
Then it hit and I had to get to the bushes quick and then began puking. I kept retching until nothing else came up and then that awful dry heaves and trying to stop. Hank had come back immediately and was holding on to me, keeping me steady. He telling me it was okay and that everything was going to be okay.
When I finally able to stand, I wiped my mouth and turned to Hank. He was grinning and said, "Better now?"
"Asshole!" I said and hawked out a glob of something.
"I knew between the aspirin and the running that it wouldn't be long before everything came up and you would feel better after it did."
"What about the crap about fucking and all, I don't remember any of that!" I was still angry.
He chuckled, "I had to do something to get you mad enough to run after me. No, it didn't happen, but it could have happened if you kept going on the way you were. You don't seem to be able to manage alcohol very well."
"Sorry," I felt bad that I had let him down, but tried to justify, "I was having fun and getting to know people and trying to fit in."
Hank took my hand and held it up to my face, "And who is Matt?" he laughed.
"Ahhh, he's a guy I met last night," I felt guilty telling him this.
He laughed and said, "And whose boxers were you wearing when you came home?"
"They weren't mine?" I said incredulously.
He put his head back and laughed loudly. "You did get fucked up, little brother." He looked at me and said, "And what happened with Matt?"
I looked at him; he was smiling, waiting for my answer.
I took a deep breath and told him as much as I could remember of the time in Matt's room. He nodded his head and waited for me to finish. When I was done I felt sheepish about the whole thing. He said, "Good for you! You had a bit of fun, helped out a fellow newbie and probably gave him jerk off fantasies for weeks!"
He looked at me and then asked, "Do you want to have him over sometime for some fun in our room?"
I looked at Hank to see if he was serious and he was, I shrugged and said, "I think he would be so thankful, if we did." I smiled, "And who knows what he might be convinced to do because he will be so grateful."
"You are an evil man, little brother. Are you suggesting that we take advantage of his lack of experience and push his boundaries? Like we did to a certain newbie, when he started playing around with his roommate and friends?"
I knew Hank meant me and it reminded me of all the stuff he had pulled on me. Like the whole humiliation scene when he made me perform in front of the guys on the floor.
I smiled again, "Well, it might be fun!" and gave an evil grin.
He rubbed my head and said, "Okay, then when you get back to the room, put his phone number in the computer." He looked at me, "Speaking of which, you ready to go back and get cleaned up?"
"You mean we don't have to run?" I said looking up at him.
He laughed, "That was only to get you out of bed and get the alcohol and crap out of you!"
He clapped me on the back and said, "Let's go, little brother and get you all cleaned up, woken up and fed, so you can go off to class and stay awake."
He led me back to the dorm and asked, "So what did you think of the frat, other than the beer and Matt?"
"I was so surprised at the guys stripping down naked in front of anyone and everyone. It seemed what Jared talked about was true. To them either it wasn't sexual, or their brain kept them from getting hard out of fear. But there were so many guys taking off their boxers and doing all kinds of things and there were girls there."
He laughed, "Well, for some of them that is the point. They are trying to show off for the girls in the hopes of getting one of them to put out. For others it is the chance to get to see the brothers naked. So they will get naked just to get the others to strip as well. They are hiding their sexuality but getting to see some dick at the same time."
He patted me on the shoulder again, "And you did your share of naked adventures. Let's see, a keg stand and a streak and swim in the main fountain."
I blushed and said, "But I thought I was fitting in!"
He rubbed my head and said, "You did great, little brother. I was very proud of you!" He rubbed it again and said, "And it seems like only Matt got to see Sir Everhard!"
I moved away from him and punched his arm, not very hard and he laughed. Man, it was great having Hank.
He made me climb the stairs to "get my blood flowing," he said. Back in our room, we got out of our running gear, gathered up our towels and shower gear. Hank put his towel over his shoulder and opened the door, "Ready?"
I nodded, put my towel over my shoulder and followed him down the hall. I actually felt a bit more comfortable with this after last night at the frat. We passed a couple of guys in the hall. I didn't look down. I looked at them and just waved and said, "Hey!" and walked on.
I think one turned and took another look at us. I know Hank is quite a sight, so I would have done the same, myself.
In the shower, I actually just thought about getting clean. I felt like I was washing alcohol and the smell of puke off of me. Afterwards I brushed my teeth well and gargled. I looked in the mirror and saw Hank's hair growing in. Mine was as well, but it didn't seem to be coming in as fast or as thick.
He saw me looking and said, "Shall we let some grow back?"
I looked at his face in the mirror and then looked around to see if anyone was looking at us. Old habits die hard! "Whatever you want," I said.
He looked at me with that `Now tell me what you really want to say' look.
I smiled, looked down -- the whole aw shucks routine (I think I was getting it down pat! -- but I meant it!) and said, "I would like to have some around my cock and in my arm pits." I looked at him in the mirror and then whispered, "But you can shave my balls any time!"
He laughed, slapped me on the ass. He packed up his stuff, threw his towel over his shoulder and waited at the door for me to gather my stuff.
Walking back to our room, a girl came out of one door, took one look at us, covered her mouth and giggled. She kept on going.
Then just before we got to our room, another door opened and a mother or at least I hoped it was a mother and not some guy's date, came out and started walking towards us. She looked at us over thoroughly and said, "Oh, my!" and went back into the room.
Hank looked at me and laughed at the shocked look on my face. I had just flashed a Mom! Which reminded me, I needed to check in with my Mom.
Inside the room, Hank slapped me easily on the back and laughed. "You should have seen the look on your face!"
"I saw the look on her face, asshole!" I said and then began laughing. It was all I could do to relieve the tension of the moment. I was shaking again.
"Well, if she is on this floor, it means she has a son and that means it probably isn't anything she hasn't seen before." He walked over and took my cock and balls in his hand. I moaned. "Although, she probably hasn't seen any this fabulous." He paused and then added, "Or shaved." He squeezed me gently.
"Now get dressed. Let's get you something to eat and then off to class. You have a photo session today after lunch. And then we have another massage appointment -- to get the knots out of you!" He laughed, "And are you seeing Marshall today?"
I checked my schedule and realized that I had a very full day between classes and all the other activities Hank had outlined. At least tomorrow is Saturday, so I will some time to just relax. That made me smile. There were things I could think of that I would like to do to relax.
Hank caught the smile, "And today you are going to concentrate in class, right?" He looked at me, "Or am I going to have to text you and tell to go to the toilet and jerk off, just to keep you focused on class work and not dick?"
He had reached over and grabbed my dick again, "Huh?" he asked.
"Uh, yeah, focused, yeah, that's me." I tried to listen to what he was saying as I was reading my email. I am not good at multi-tasking, I guess. "Shit!" I said.
"What?"
"I have an email from my Mom, she is going to `drop' by on Saturday." My heart raced as I began to panic.
Hank must have sensed this because he came over and put his arm around me. "It's okay. You can do this. You let me know how you want to play this and I will do it."
"But what if some guy, like Jimmy, runs up and starts talking about his latest fuck? Or some guy recognizes me, like Matt did and wants to see my dick?"
Hank laughed, "You worry way too much!" He rubbed my head, "People are going to see your Mom and not `out' you and will be good. Guys usually are around another's parents. But why don't you talk to Marshall about this. But don't worry, it will be fine."
He tossed me some clothes. I got into them, grabbed my stuff and followed him down stairs. In the cafeteria I let him pick out my food again. We sat down at a table and after we laid out our stuff, Jared walked up and asked if he could join us.
He sat down and asked, "So how did you like last night?" he asked me.
Hank smiled and looked at me. "I enjoyed it, it was fun and enlightening." I looked sheepish and said, "And I guess I had a bit too much to drink!" Then I had another thought, "Did you see Hank's handstand on the keg?"
Jared laughed, "Yeah, along with more than half the house. I don't know what they were more impressed with, the handstand or the nice cock hanging there." He took a sip of coffee and then said, "For the rest of the night guys were trying to duplicate it! I think only one other guy did."
He looked up from his plate at me and said, "And did you see any hot guys there?"
I looked at Hank, smiled and said, "Yeah, there were lots of hot guys there. I couldn't believe them stripping down in front of anyone and not boning up. But I guess your theory is correct."
He laughed, "Well, you didn't seem to have a problem either. I saw you on your streak to the fountain and the subsequent aquatic shenanigans." He laughed and I blushed.
"And did you score with any of the brothers?"
Hank laughed and spit out his tea. "Tell Jared about the guy that wrote his phone number on your hand"
I colored a bit and then told Jared the story. He laughed at how the tables were turned and I was made to be the mentor, the guide, the instructor.
Trying to change the subject, I asked, "And what about Jimmy, where is he?"
Jared laughed and said, "That boy. He can't keep his pants on! He called me this morning and said that he had hooked up with a brother and gone to the brother's room. Of course Jimmy offered him his ass and the guy pounded it. Just as they were finishing up for the second time, I think; the guy's roommate came in. He ended up fucking Jimmy as well. Jimmy said he was filled at both ends. He ended up sleeping there."
I shook my head, the audacity of the guy! Hank told of what he had done to me this morning -- getting me up, aspirin, running, me getting sick, etc. Jared laughed and playfully punched my arm. I took the ribbing good naturedly and felt good that I didn't take it personally, as though he was making fun of me or something.
I had finished up my oatmeal, banana, yogurt and tea and Hank was finished; so we said goodbye to Jared and told him he needed to track Jimmy down. He dropped off our dishes and then headed out. Outside, I was completely taken back when Hank leaned in and kissed me. Not that I didn't like it, but such a public display!
"Be good, little brother, concentrate and I'll see you for dinner." He squeezed my shoulder and headed off to his class. Wow! My heart was pounding and I didn't know what to think. I was a bit embarrassed about being kissed by him in front of the dorm, but I was happy too. It meant that he did care about me and didn't care who knew. Wow!
My head spun as I headed off to my first class. However, once there I was able to listen and participate in the class. It was stuff that I had studied last night. I guess the alcohol hadn't washed it all away!
It was the same with my second class. And when I answered a question, the prof nodded his head at me. This was the guy who had caught me with the boner and now I was joining in the class.
On the way to see Marshall, I thought about all the things I needed to talk to him about. There was Matt, Hank, Mom, coming out, fears, joys, and the list seemed to go on and on.
He was happy to see me and sat across from me in the usual comfortable chairs. "So how are things going?" he asked after we were settled.
"Good," I said.
"No really, tell me what's going on in that head of yours." He smiled.
"I guess first is my Mom. She is coming to visit tomorrow and I don't know how to handle that."
"You mean whether you should tell her about Hank and your lifestyle?"
I nodded. "What do you want to do?" He asked leaning forward a bit.
"I don't know. I want to tell her, but I don't want to hurt or disappoint her. I mean I have told you that she always put me in charge and I think she would think I had failed in some way if I said I was gay," I managed to get out.
Marshall nodded his head, "That's understandable. Did you look at that information I gave you?"
I shook my head and looked down.
"Denial," he said, "it's a common thing in this situation. But I think what would help you the most is to face these situations and get through them and then move on with your life."
He looked at me before going on, "I have seen lots of people go through this issue. `Do I come out to my parents or not?' And more often than not, it turns out fine. Yes, there are some that don't accept it. But you end up being happier with yourself when you are being happy being who you are and what you are supposed to be. And most parents love their children after they come out. They loved them before, it is difficult not to love them after. After all they are still their children."
He looked at my worried expression, "No, you don't have to do it tomorrow, or next week or next month, or ever for that matter. It is up to you. However, I recommend it for your mental health. You seem to have a good healthy relationship with this guy Hank. And I am sure you would say it will go on forever. And if that is the case, don't you think people would figure things out after a while if you two moved to an apartment together and lived together."
I hadn't thought beyond our dorm room. I pictured living with Hank in an apartment, sharing our lives, talking about our jobs when we got home, going to movies, going for walks, and going to his parent's house of the holidays. But where did my Mom fit into all of this?
"Hello, Kyle. Earth to Kyle," he said waving his hand in front of my face.
I shook my head and focused on him. "You went off someplace there for a bit," he said smiling at me.
I felt heat rise in my face as I thought of myself being caught thinking of our future. Did Hank have the same kinds of thoughts? I nodded in response to his comment.
"So what else has been going on?" he asked changing the subject.
I told him about the frat party, drinking, Matt and Hank. He listened intently, nodding at various points and asking some clarifying questions.
"Sounds like you had some fun and got along well with the people at the frat party. And except for not being able to hold your beer, you seemed to be coping better." He thought for a moment. "There's a song that you make me think of and the lyrics are:
"She said Life ain't easy getting through everybody's gonna make things tough on you But I can tell you right now if you dig what you do, they will never get you down' She said Life's too short to worry Life's too long to wait Too short not to love everybody Life's too long to hate.'"
He saw the look on my face and asked, "What?"
I swallowed the emotions I was feeling, both from the words and from the similarity to Hank. "Hank is always quoting lyrics to me. But I've never heard that one before. I like it."
He laughed, "It's pretty esoteric. Todd Snider's Ballad of Devil's Backbone Tavern."
"I have to write that down, so I can look it up and share it with Hank."
"Well, let me give you another one that you and he might enjoy." He turned to his desk and turned his laptop around so he could type. He entered some text and then said, "Ah, here it is: `Went out on 42nd street That's where the elite all retreat to greet You can see them coming from everywhere Every kind of man and woman you will find there
There are men who love women who love men There are women who love women every now and then There are men who love men because they can't pretend They are men who love women who love men
Now there are those who make love for pay And there are those who make love anyway Over in the bar with a bottle of scotch There are those who would rather just watch
All the men who love women who love men And the women who love women every now and then There are men who love men because they can't pretend They are men who love women who love men
There are those who make love to machines That don't talk back and are easy to clean And there are those who will tell you out loud That they can only make love in a crowd
A crowd of men who love women who love men And women who love women every now and then There are men who love men because they can't pretend They are men who love women who love men
In the pursuit of truth and joy Boys will be girls and girls will be boys But sometimes it's hard to know what to do When you don't know who you're talking to
'cause there are men who love women who love men There are women who love women every now and then There are men who love men because they can't pretend They are men who love women who love men'"
I was laughing through it, especially with the lines: There are men who love men because they can't pretend, They are men who love women who love men' and There are those who make love to machines, That don't talk back and are easy to clean.' And I thought of Jimmy with the verse `And there are those who will tell you out loud, That they can only make love in a crowd.'
"Steve Goodman wrote that," Marshall said smiling broadly.
"I like it," I said and asked him to email them to me. I wanted to share them with Hank. "I have one stuck in my head, but I don't know who wrote it or the name of the song.
`Haven't I paid my dues by now, don't I get the right to choose? And I choose you to take up all of my time I choose you because you're funny and kind I want easy people from now on.'
I heard it someplace and thought of Hank -- `don't I get the right to choose? And I choose you.' I want to play it for him, but don't know where to find it."
He laughed, "It's `Easy People' by Neilds," he said.
"How the fuck, I mean how did you know that?" I shook my head, "You are as good as Hank and I thought I was good with lyrics!"
"Sounds like you have chosen Hank. Don't you want to share that with the world?"
"Yes," I said immediately but then continued on, "But I don't know if that includes my Mom, yet."
He laughed. "Okay, I'll send you the lyrics and the links. You think about it and when your Mom is here see if you can lead her in the direction of gays and see what her responses is. You might be surprised."
He set up another appointment for me and reminded me that Hank and I had a massage session again this afternoon. "You have come a long way from the guy running naked through the theatre." He said and smiled a sincere smile when I started to object.
He stood and I did as well, then he ushered me to the door with his hand on my shoulder. It felt so good to have it there; like a father guiding his son. That hit me emotionally as he said that he would see me later and for me to take care. Wow, I hadn't missed having a father that much in a long time!
I headed over to the photography department for my session there. I was preoccupied with the topics Marshall had covered, my Mom and those crazy lyrics. `There are men who love men because they can't pretend, They are men who love women who love men' was the funniest!
I said hello to Jim as I moved over to the lockers and stripped. He commented, "Your hair seems to be growing in much slower than Hank's." I laughed and remembered our conversation about letting some of it grow back without shaving it off. I liked that idea although I would miss Hank shaving me; such an intimate act.
I put on my robe, just as the door opened to the classroom. The instructor said they were ready. I followed her into the room. The room was empty, but she continued on to the patio at the back of the room. There was a prop of a room with a window. The harsh sunlight streamed through the panes of the window. The walls of the room were a light gray.
She told me they were going to do a series of shots with the shadows of the window panes across my body. She then let the students give me directions for various poses. I followed their directions but was distracted by thoughts of coming out and my Mom's visit.
"Spread your legs a little wider," brought my attention back to reality. I looked over at the guy giving me direction and saw that it was Matt. He was grinning from ear to ear!
I complied and blushed a bit. What would the other students think if they knew what we had done last night? My cock swelled a bit but I managed to see my Mom watching me pose and lost any tumescence that was beginning.
Matt got his pictures and I didn't say anything. I thought about what Hank had suggested and wondered what Matt would think of that.
Fortunately the session was ending by then, so I was able to put my robe back on and head back over to the lockers. Matt came up as I was heading back and said in whisper, "I had fun last night. Thank you!"
I started to say something but someone else walked up, so I just said, "Matt, I'll give you a call later today." I smiled at him and thought about how eager I was when I first met Hank and he had began introducing me to sex. I mentally shook my head and thought it would blow his mind, if we did any of the stuff that Hank had done to me at the beginning.
Jim laughed when I took off my robe, "Someone turn you on? Or did you just remember Hank's cock up your ass?"
I blushed, but laughed and nodded as I got dressed. Yeah, Hank's cock up my ass! But then I thought, what would my Mom say if she knew I liked that? I shook my head as I began to worry all over again. I need to talk to Hank. Good thing I was seeing him next at the massage. I laughed as I left the building, because I was thinking "I am going to be naked again!"
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