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 needed 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!"
As I walked over to the therapy room I ran images in my mind about what Hank and I did together and became overwhelmed at everything that had happened between us and all the various sexual acts we had done. I shook my head and again wondered what others would think if they knew.
Marshall had been trying to get me to realize it didn't matter what someone else thought about these things. They were between Hank and me. Well, and between Jimmy, Jared, Jim, Thomas, Bobby, Billy, Blake... and I couldn't think of everyone else, and that gave me pause. Oh, and the clerk at store.
Literally. I stopped and ran images through my mind of all the guys that had seen me doing something sexual, and I was overwhelmed. I felt my body tensing up. I shivered and began breathing faster. I was losing it fast! I took a deep breath and tried to pull myself together.
My hand shook as I reached for the door. It took me two tries to get the door open. I rushed in and tried to get to the therapy room quickly. I was getting panicky as I got into the room. Hank was there and said, "What's wrong?"
I shook my head, "Just overreacting, as Marshall would say." I took a deep breath and tried to let it go.
"You are scheduled in the hot tub first and then your massage therapist will come for you there," the woman at the desk said, making it sound like we were in some kind of a spa rather than the sports medicine area of the gym complex. I didn't know how Marshall had managed to get this set up, but I did enjoy them.
We went into the locker area and, once again, I stripped. We picked up a couple of towels and wrapped them around our waist. The hot tub was just off the locker room and it was empty. We pulled off our towels and lowered ourselves into the hot water. It felt so good and relaxing.
I leaned back and closed my eyes. Hank came over next to me and I felt his hand on my chest. I smiled and relaxed a bit more, it felt so good to have Hank's hand touching me. He rubbed my stomach for a bit and then let his hand wander down until he was playing with my dick and balls.
My smiled broadened, and I said "Stop! You are going to wake the sleeping giant!"
He removed his hand but slipped it behind me and then down; his fingers searching for my asshole. I was nearly floating anyway, so it wasn't difficult for him to find my hole and probe it with his fingers.
My cock reacted almost immediately and began to grow.
"Hank, why am I so horny all the time?" He looked over at him and he was smiling. "No, I am serious. Are you giving me Viagra or something?"
He laughed, "I have told you, you are just beginning to explore your sexuality and your cock wants to get try everything, NOW!" I splashed water at him and he laughed.
"It is trying to cram 6 or 7 years of experimenting and trial and error into 2 or 3 weeks." He splashed back. I reached over and grabbed his cock. It wasn't hard, but it made me harder holding it.
I wanted to pull him above the water and start sucking him. I moved closer to him and he squeezed my cock. I gasped, swallowed water, and choked. He laughed.
My rebuttal was stopped by the door opening and this guy saying, "Kyle and Hank?"
Hank laughed and nodded his head. He moved to get out of the tub. I was struggling with figuring out how I was going to get out without showing my nearly hard cock. And thinking about that only made it get even harder.
Hank stood and dried himself with a towel, all unselfconsciously. I tried to get out of the tub and hide behind a towel, all at the same time. Hank looked at me, smiled, and shook his head. He mouthed some words and I had to play it back in my head before I got it. "It's not like he hasn't seen one before."
Still, I hid behind the towel as I followed the guy and Hank into a therapy room. He introduced himself as Mark. He had a nice athletic build that was obvious through his tight white t-shirt and close-fitting white pants. Over six feet tall, he compared in size to Hank. He had a deep tan, and amazing white teeth that were constantly on display through his smile. His dazzling green eyes, jet black hair and strong jaw line completed the image.
He instructed us to lie down on our stomachs on the tables. There was no covering sheet or anything, so when he turned to do something, I hastily dropped my towel and jumped onto the table to hide my condition. I managed to trap my dick between my stomach and table. Hank was filled with mirth as he watched me.
Once in position, Mark opened the door and another guy came in. His name was Paul. Paul was an athletic Asian man, who looked like he was a gymnast. He was shorter, but his shoulders and arms were well muscled, and showed as he only wore a tank type shirt. His white pants didn't hide his thick thighs. Short black hair framed his chiseled face, accenting his Asian features. He didn't speak much as he moved to begin work on Hank.
Mark told me to turn my head down. I did and it lined up with the hole in the padded circle for my head. I was looking at the floor now. But I soon closed my eyes as I felt Mark's firm warm hands begin to spread oil on my shoulders. Naturally, my mind raced off to the events of the day and the purpose of this was to give me a break from that. I tried to focus on the way he was working on my muscles to relax me, but instead I found myself focusing on my hand. He kept leaning in against it as he rubbed and therefore I kept getting contact with his crotch. In my mind, I imagined what his cock would look like, what it would feel like, what it would taste like. And I wondered how it would compare to Hank's. It seemed I was always comparing to Hank. He had become the standard by which every man was measured.
All this thought of cocks was getting me turned on, again! I mentally shook myself and tried to find something relaxing to focus on. I pictured a stream, mountains and pines, and concentrated until I could smell the pines and hear the wind in the trees.
Then Mark started working on my butt, kneading each globe, and I was hard pressed to concentrate on the forest again. He would spread my cheeks apart and end up running his fingers down the crack and hit the back of my balls on his sweep out and up. He did this for a bit, leaning in on my hand as he did. Was it on purpose?
He moved down my legs then and worked on them until they were mush. I was back to getting relaxed. My mind was sinking into a deep pool of relaxation and oblivion. I was totally focused on the way my body was melting away tension. I sighed deeply and settled down more into the table.
I guess he had to repeat it a couple of times, but finally I heard Mark telling me to turn over. I was so lost that I just turned over and went back into my zone of oblivion. I sighed again. Mark worked first on my temples and head, putting me deeper into the zone.
I felt him move to my shoulders, and then chest. I made a smacking sound with my lips as I enjoyed his ministrations. He continued to move lower, working on my stomach and then high on my thighs. When I felt his hand brush my cock, I came back to the real world. At the same time, I felt his crotch pushing against my hand. I thought it was less pliable than it had been the last time. Was I just imagining it or was he getting hard?
I wanted to go back to the forest in my mind, but no matter how I tried to concentrate on it, I kept feeling the light brushes he made along my cock and balls. I tried to will myself to stay soft. I tried to think of Aunt Edna, and that didn't work. I tried to think of how I felt during the photo sessions, but to no avail.
The more I tried to concentrate on anything else the more I felt the touches of his fingers and the push of his crotch on my hand. I gritted my teeth and tried to relax. But my heart was pounding and I scrunched my eyes closed.
This was working the opposite of everything else that he had done. I was now on edge and knew my cock had grown and I was ashamed of that. Couldn't I control myself? What was Mark thinking about me?
I squeezed my eyes shut and felt a bit of moisture run down my cheek. Damn, I was one fucked up guy, getting hard on the massage table.
But the more he worked on my upper legs and managed to brush my balls, the more I wanted release. It was driving me crazy, and I felt the tensions building in me.
I swallowed loudly and a "yes" escaped from my lips. Had I really said that a loud? Oh shit!
"Are you sure?" I heard whispered back.
I could only nod my head. I wasn't in control any more, my cock had taken over.
I felt something cover my eyes and realized a towel had been put over my face. It was as if I didn't have to see what was happening. What was Hank doing during all of this? And what about Paul?
Mark had left a hand on my stomach, but I could tell by the way the pressure shifted from it that he was doing something else.
Next I felt him lean in against my hand. He was naked! And hard! My breath sped up again. I gripped his hard cock and squeezed. It felt so good! I heard him moan and then felt his hand on my cock. He squeezed as well.
Then I felt the heat and warmth of his mouth as it descended over the head of my cock. "Ohhhhh!" I moaned and bucked up into his mouth. It felt so good! I pumped his cock awkwardly with my hand. The angle was strange. But I couldn't concentrate on him because he was working on my cock.
"Can I taste it?" I heard myself say.
I heard something muffled, and felt vibrations on my dick. "Ummmmm," I moaned.
I raised myself up and licked the head of his cock. He removed his mouth, so he could turn and allow me access. I took the head of his cock in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it – man, it tasted so good!
He backed up and I put my head back on the table. His mouth returned to my cock and he returned to it with passion. He took it all and sucked fervently on it. I moaned and thrashed a bit on the table. I reached over and gripped his dick with as much force as I felt he was using on mine.
He continued to suck, and I pushed up into his mouth to respond to his actions. I wanted it! And I wanted it now!
I felt it building, and wanted it. I moaned and bucked and didn't care who heard or knew. I wanted to cum!
A groan started building in me as I felt the on coming rush build. It finally escaped my lips and got louder and louder the closer the climax came.
Then it was upon me and I was gasping and pumping and shooting and he was swallowing and sucking and oh fuck!!!!
I lay back and panted. My whole body was shaking and trembling. I sighed and relaxed and then heard, "Kyle. Kyle. Little brother. Wake up," and I felt him shaking me.
I was lying on my stomach and we were in the room alone. I was feeling groggy and wiggled on the bed. I realized I was hard and the towel under me was wet. Had I cum or was it just precum?
Hank was standing over me when I turned and looked over my shoulder. He had a big smile on his face. "It seems you enjoyed your massage," he said, as he trailed his hand along my back.
I rolled over and looked at him. He took my cock in his hand and I felt the dampness on his hand as he moved it around my crotch. "You really did enjoy your massage," he said, trailing his wet hand along my chest.
"Did I cum?" I asked stupidly.
He laughed and said, "I think you were just oozing a lot!" He reached back and squeezed my cock. I was beginning to firm up again and enjoying his manipulations.
"How long was I out?" I asked, raising my head to look around.
"About 30 minutes. You were gone before Mark could tell you to turn over. He decided to let you get some sleep. I think he enjoyed looking at your naked body! I know I do." He laughed and squeezed my now nearly hard cock.
Just then the door opened and Paul came in, "Oh, sorry, thought you guys had gone and was going to get the room ready for the next session." Hank didn't remove his hand from my cock. Instead he used his thumb to rub across the head of my cock. Paul took in the whole scene, smiled, turned, and said, "Just let them know at the front when you are done." He waived over his shoulder and left.
Hank squeezed my cock and my body shook. "Hank, what is he thinking about us?"
He squeezed harder and gave it a bit of a twist, "He probably thinks two guys are having a bit of fun."
"But then he must think we are gay." I said.
"We are gay," he said, crimping my cock. I gasped and he laughed.
"Are you still worried about what people think?" he asked, as he squeezed my dick again.
"Ow!" he laughed again.
"Are you going to lie there all day?" he asked, and then said, "or are you waiting on me to take care of this?" He wiggled my now hard dick back and forth.
I pushed up into his hand and he laughed, "Horny little devil."
"Hank, I am always so worried about what people think, but then my cock says fuck that, I don't care, just do it!" I was sincere.
"Kyle, if you are not hurting other people and you are enjoying what you are doing, AND the person you are doing it with agrees, then you shouldn't worry about anything else."
He paused and then added, "Now I admit that fucking you on the quad lawn would be hot, and it is possible that it would offend someone, so I would be a bit leery of trying that." He paused and then added, "That is unless you insist upon it." He squeezed my cock again.
I moaned again. Right then I would have done anything he told me to do. And that scared the shit out me, once again! Fuck, I was one messed up kid. Hank went out the door leaving me high and dry – well maybe a little wet still!
I looked around for a towel and didn't find one. I was going to have to walk back to the locker room, not only naked but hard. Damn Hank, he gets me into all kinds of trouble. I had to laugh, because I knew it was me, Sir Everhard, that got me into trouble most of the time.
I couldn't help myself; I put one hand over my crotch, with my dick along my wrist, opened the door, peeked out, and then when I didn't see anyone, dashed out. But I couldn't remember where the lockers were! I turned left and saw the reception desk, headed away from it and saw a woman heading my way. I saw a door and thought it said lockers and dashed in. I stood panting as the door closed. I turned and looked around. There was Mark drying himself with a towel.
I must have gotten into the staff's locker room. He looked over at me. And then looked me up and down. He smiled and said, "Well, it looks like you are up." His smile broadened. "I mean awake."
I blushed and stood there stammering. He shook his head, chuckled, dropped his towel,then tossed it to me. I caught it mid-air, but my eyes were focused on his naked body. He was really nice to look at, even better out of his white uniform. His cock was full and hung over two big balls. I licked my lips and then realized what I had done. I blushed again and he put his hands on his hips. "Like what you see?"
I felt the heat increasing in my face. "I, ah, yes." I managed.
He laughed. "That's nice. I got to tell you, I enjoyed working on your body today. Too bad you fell asleep before things could get heated up!" Was he really coming on to me?
"I, ah, Hank, and" pointed towards the door.
He shook his head and smiled, "Yeah, all the good ones are taken." He thought for a moment, "Unless you two want to mix in a third?" I looked at his body. Again, gymnast came to mind. I felt my mouth fill with saliva. I was salivating over the guy! What would Hank think?
Hank would probably say go for it. "Ah, let me, ah, check with, er, ah, Hank." I said, trying to point at the door, take one more look at his body, and look him in the face all - at the same time.
"You do that, because he looked like he could be fun, too. But," and he paused for emphasis, "it is you, that I want to get my hands on!" He was being so forward. And I was awake this time, right?
"Ah, thanks, ah, Mark," I held up the towel, then wrapped it around me. I opened the door and a bit more calmly looked for the sign that said men's locker room.' I realized the one I had dashed into said, Male Staff locker room.'
I wandered around for a bit, ran into a couple of guys in white, and then a couple of towel clad guys. Finally, I found the right door and dashed in. Hank said, "Where have you been, little brother?"
I tried to explain about Mark and he just laughed. "Oh, so you had the hots for him and wanted a little action because I was holding out on you." I knew he was joking, but I still felt the sting of his words. They made me feel like some kind of slut or something.
He saw the impact and immediately apologized. "I forget you are in this very fragile state," which only made me hurt more.
"No, please don't walk around on egg shells around me, like I am some kind of loose cannon that is going to go off at the slightest thing."
He didn't know how to respond to that, so he was quiet for a bit. Finally, he said, "Okay, then let's get in the shower, get dressed, and head back for some dinner." He looked at me and smiled. "I am starving and we also have to get the room all squared away before your mother arrives."
He looked at me, smiled, and said, "Do we need to move the beds apart? Or can we just leave it as one big bed?"
My jaw dropped. "Just kidding, little brother!" he said, and reached over and rubbed my head. My heart had raced, and now slowed a bit. I wasn't ready for my Mom yet.
In the shower, which fortunately only held two people, Hank soaped up my hard cock and laughed when I sighed. He moved closer and put his now hard cock over mine and began to stroke them together with the slippery soap and all.
What an amazing feeling! This was something new. Hank had never done this before. I stood under the hot water and watched as he stroked the two cocks together. I looked up and saw the wicked smile on his face. "Figured, since you weren't going to go down any time soon, that we should just take care of it. And since we were taking care of it, thought I might as well get in on the fun!" He kept stroking, just like he was jacking himself off, except twice as thick.
The sensation was so hot and felt so good that I knew I wasn't going to last too long.
He gripped a bit tighter and sped up a bit. I moaned again and reached over and held onto his shoulders. I was gritting my teeth and panting as he brought me closer to the edge. I felt it approaching and my body tensed as I went up on my toes, ready to embrace the feeling.
"Yes, please," I begged Hank through clenched teeth.
He pumped harder and I looked into his face before my eyes rolled up and saw that he was approaching the bliss as well. My eyes rolled back, I inhaled sharply, and my cock began to spasm. Oh fuck! That felt soooooo good! He continued to stroke as I shot load after load into his crotch. He was doing likewise to me. I heard his low moan and rough breathing through his own clenched jaw.
He kept stroking to the point where the sensitivity became too much, and I reached down to pry his fingers off of my cock. He laughed and held on. I was gasping for breath and up further on my toes. "Please," I once again begged.
He chuckled, lowered himself, and released my dick. I staggered back a bit, then recovered and leaned in to kiss him. He responded eagerly, wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tightly to him.
The door to the shower opened then and I heard, "Oh, sorry, thought there was only one person in here." Then the door closed.
I let go of Hank and he laughed as he saw the look of panic on my face. "What?" he whispered. "He walked in on us."
I shook my head; it was all still too new for me. I still wondered what the guy thought about me kissing another guy.
I turned and quickly washed up. While I did, I fought with my emotions that boiled up in me. There had been the overwhelming lust, then the caring moment of the kiss, and then the panic of discovery. And that led me to thinking about my Mom arriving and what I was going to say to her. My heart raced once again at that thought.
Hank smacked my ass as I walked out of the shower first, and chuckled, "Nice ass!" I blushed as we headed into the drying area of the shower; we passed the guy who was waiting for the shower. He had a towel wrapped around his waist. He looked at us as we walked by with a towel over our shoulders. He shook his head and went into the shower.
I leaned in and whispered to Hank, "Is he shaking his head because he caught two guys kissing in the shower and thinks it's disgusting?"
"More like, he can't believe how beautiful you are and how he missed out on you and I got you instead!" He flicked his towel towards my ass, but missed. The snap was loud and I was glad it hadn't connected.
I did laugh at that. Me, beautiful, yeah, right. We dried off and then headed into the lockers to get our clothes. I again thought of how many times I had been out of them today, and mentally shook my head. And I also realized how little I wore. Well, we both wore for that matter. Often, Hank didn't give me underwear to wear, so it was just shorts, a t-shirt, and our flip flop slippers.
"Hank, we have to wear underwear tomorrow when my Mom is here."
He laughed. "What? Is she going to make me drop my shorts to make sure my underwear is clean? No hash marks?" He laughed louder then.
I shook my head and fought down a flush which I felt rising. He did know how to get to me.
After we were dressed and our packs on, he put his arm on my shoulder and led me towards the exit. It felt like such a brotherly gesture. I liked it.
Outside, he dropped his arm as if he had gotten me outside and that I now knew my way. Or was it because he didn't want to be seen in that position with me outside in the real world? Why did I even think that? He had kissed me in public several times.
I shook my head. Hank must have noticed because he asked, "What?"
"Nothing," I started, and then changed to, "I am still evaluating every gesture and movement in terms of their meanings. What it means to me, what it means to you, and what it means to everyone else around. I know, I know," I cut off his comment, "this is what Marshall keeps talking about. It is difficult for me to change a life time of habits in just a day or so. But I do want to change."
Sounding like some 12 step director, he said, "Admitting you have a problem is the first step to overcoming it."
I laughed then and said, "What pop-up ad did you get that off of?"
He laughed then, rubbed my head, and said, "No, it's true; you are understanding that there are things you want to change, and that's good."
We talked about classes then, and he was impressed that I actually knew what had transpired in my classes today. He asked about the photo shoot and how it went. I related the class to him, and Jim's comments. He laughed.
As we approached the dorm, I looked up and thought I recognized someone standing on the front steps. As we moved closer, I realized I did know them. Or rather her. It was my Mom!
"Surprise!" she said, holding her arms wide in expectation of a hug.
Oh no! Fuck! This was a surprise, and I didn't think I could handle it.
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