I heard the door open and Hank walk in. "I am sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt. I'll come back."
I cleared my throat and said, "No, stay."
Hank looked at me strangely. "You sure?"
I nodded, and motioned for him to come over. When he was close I took his hand and squeezed it. Then with tears streaming down my face, but full of love and joy said, "Mom, Hank is my boyfriend." And then I paused, looked at him and said, "My lover."
Hank's mouth dropped and mom smiled. It was great to see Hank taken by surprise. I smiled as he looked from me to mom and back. He closed his mouth, smiled, and then his eyes welled up. He squeezed my hand back as I nodded to his questioning look.
He cleared his throat and said, "So you took the plunge and told her?" He smiled and squeezed my hand.
I shook my head and tried to make the words come out, but I had to swallow, and this ball knot was stuck in my throat. I finally got the emotions swallowed and said, "Well, I think, actually, she outed me." He looked at my mom and she nodded.
He looked back at me quizzically. "I was denying I was gay and she was saying I was, until I agreed," I managed to get out.
He laughed, moved over and hugged me. "He does have this problem with admitting his feelings." He looked at me and then back to my Mom. "At least at the beginning he does."
He paused, looked at me, and continued, "but once he gets going he can be pretty demonstrative!"
I blushed and punched him. My mom laughed and covered her face. And to prove his point, he leaned in and kissed me. I blushed and tried to pull back.
"So cute, you're blushing," my mom said. I just couldn't put this together. My mom seeing me being kissed by a guy, by Hank.
"Hank, Mom, I just can't process this at the moment. It is a lot to put together. Hank, I can't just start making out with you in front of my mom. And mom, I just can't begin to be so free with you here." I smiled meekly and then added, "But it is wonderful that both of you know who I am," and swallowed and said, "and what I am."
Hank hugged me and so did my mom. Both squeezed me hard. Finally, we broke apart and I wiped my face and caught Hank wiping his as well.
My mom cleared her throat and looked around the room. "So do you sleep together in one of those small beds?"
I blushed and Hank laughed. "Actually, we usually have them pushed together," he said with a wide, wicked grin.
"Well, that would be more comfortable, I am sure," she commented, as if she pictured the two of us there and she wasn't sure what she thought about that.
"So, it has been a long day for me. I think I will head off to the hotel and see you boys in the morning." She looked from Hank to me and added, "Kyle, shall I pick up some things at the store and make you guys breakfast? You have a kitchen on the floor, right?"
Hank started to say something, but I shook my head at him and said, "No, mom, that's alright. That's too much work for you. We can just eat downstairs and you can join us." She looked at me quizzically for a moment. "So do you boys practice oral sex?" I was shocked by the non sequitur and Hank was choking, trying to hold be the laughter. I blushed redder this time and just nodded. She hit me upside the head and said, "So don't ever complain about the taste of my cooking again!" and started laughing at the look on my face. Hank couldn't control himself; he was convulsing with laughter. "Mom!" was all I could manage. "Well, that's settled then. I'll pick you boys up at 8:30 in the morning and take you out to breakfast. If you won't eat my cooking, the least I can do is treat you to something special." She swatted my arm as she made her way to the door. "Hank, it was so nice to meet you and all. You take good care of Kyle and try and teach him some manners and make sure he does his homework." She smiled, and I think I blushed again at her giving Hank instructions about me. Hank volunteered to escort her downstairs, but she said no, but thanked him. After she left, Hank was laughing again. "Your mother is a hoot!" I liked his use of the old fashioned word. One that my mom might have used. "I don't know what has gotten into her. I am gone 2 weeks and she starts watching Oprah and reading and getting all these new ideas. It just blows me away that she was so accepting and all. This is just not like her. I want to look and see if there are some puncture marks on the back of her neck where some alien has bitten her, making her some kind of pod person." He laughed again and said, "Well, you should be thankful that she has become so progressive. And it is hilarious that she is the one that had to convince you that you are gay." He kept laughing about it as he got his shower stuff together. He stripped down and I realized he was waiting for me to do the same. When I was naked, he looked me up and down. "You know, you should show your mom some of the pictures of you from the photo classes."
My mouth dropped and he said, "I didn't say all of them, but some of the `non'," he made quotation marks with his fingers, "sexual ones. I mean, she has seen you naked before. And she might appreciate the art of them and all."
I couldn't tell if he was being serious or just giving me a bad time. He tossed me a towel, put his over his shoulder, and opened the door. I put mine over the shoulder and followed him down the hall. Halfway down the hall I realized that at any moment a mother could come out of one of these rooms, just like my mother had. I mentally shook my head, once again, and wondered at how much my life had changed.
In the shower, I stood next to Hank and looked at his body. Suddenly, I felt freer to gaze at his body in public. I could never get enough of his body!
About half way through the shower, Jared and Jimmy showed up. Jimmy's crotch was freshly shaved. And he was washing it vigorously. I asked him what was up and Jared started laughing.
"He got crabs! I made him shave off all his hair. I mean, it is not like he hasn't done it before. Then he got some medicine. I wouldn't let him into bed until he had been checked out and cleared by the nurse at the infirmary."
I looked at Hank and he explained, "You are so naïve, little brother. Crabs get transmitted from one person to another usually by sexual contact and they love to live in the pubic hair." He looked at Jimmy and Jared and asked, "Where did he get them?"
Jared laughed, "Who knows! You know him; he is ready to bend over at the drop of a hat or pants!" Jimmy actually blushed and then stuck his head until under he shower spray.
"Yeah, I guess it's a wonder he hasn't gotten them sooner." Hank said.
I wasn't clear on all of this and was going to have to ask Hank more about it.
Jimmy was clearly embarrassed, which was strange for him. I mean, I had seen him blush before, but he seemed to be genuinely embarrassed, almost ashamed of this. And Jared wasn't letting it ride. He kept razzing him about it.
Hank said, as if to change the subject, "Well, Kyle came out to his mother tonight."
Jared smiled and congratulated me, and Jimmy was grinning ear to ear. I blushed and nodded my head. "Actually, I think he said his mom outted him," Hank said, enjoying my embarrassment now.
I just smiled and nodded, looking like an idiot.
"So how about those Patriots?" I said, definitely trying to change the subject, and they all laughed at me, seeing right through my attempt.
Jared got his laughter under control, rinsed off his face, and then said, "Seriously, how does it feel to be out to your mom?"
I rinsed my own face, to wash away a bit of emotion that once again hit me. I swallowed and said, "Yeah, it feels pretty good. I was so afraid of what she would think." I looked at Hank and said, "I guess I have been afraid of what everyone thinks about me and what I do."
Hank smiled at me and Jared nodded his head. "It has to feel a bit liberating," Jared said again seriously.
Jimmy waggled his dick back and forth. "Me and my buddy; we always like being out!" Everyone splashed him with water and threw washcloths at him. Most struck him smartly on his crotch and stomach. He yelped and turned his back to us.
We all laughed at him. Hank and I finished up and stepped out to dry off. Hank kept looking at me and smiling his special smile. It made my heart melt. I was so lucky and happy to have him.
We brushed out teeth and, as Jared and Jimmy came out from drying, we headed back to our room with towels over our shoulders. Along the hall, we passed a couple of guys who smiled, laughed, waved and said, "Way to go!" Did that mean they liked what they saw or did they just like the fact that we were doing a naked walk down the hall?
Back in the room, we put our stuff away and Hank pushed the beds together. We crawled up and began caressing and kissing each other. Then it was as if time slowed down. It seemed I felt every inch of his body and that some of the kisses lasted hours.
I felt his hand on my cock, which, of course, was rock hard and eager for attention. But I took his cock in hand and began to play with it. We moaned into each other's mouths.
Touching and tasting continued on and on as we moved around each other's body. At one point, Hank was licking my ass while I explored his ass with my finger and nose.
The low moans of satisfaction escaped us as we explored. There was no urgency in our actions, just a sense of intensity. It was like every exploration, every taste, every touch, and every squeeze was magnified, drawn out and surrounded in intense pleasure.
Somehow it ended up with me entering Hank, slowing as he lay on his back with his legs resting on my shoulders. He writhed with pleasure as we moved with each other. His ass clamped down on my dick, milking it. I had his cock clamped in my hand and moved my hand in unison with my strokes in his ass. This went on for an eternity, and then we moved and flowed over each other until we each had a cock in our mouth.
I loved the taste of his cock and he seemed to be oozing delicious nectar. I savored every nuance of it. His mouth on my cock seemed to be sucking the essence out of me.
And then our bodies flowed again and he was inside of me, and I was crying out, begging him to use me. I wanted to feel him cum inside me. I clamped down on him and tried to move to meet his thrusts. I looked up at his face and saw the look of complete pleasure as he worked on my ass.
That put me close to the brink and I worked my ass to bring him to the same point. I could tell by his moans and the way his cock swelled that he was close.
Then I began to moan and felt the rush overwhelming me and knew it was all going to come crashing down. I began panting and moaning and he joined me. Then it happened - we climaxed together. I was shooting hot cum on my chest as he leaned down and pushed deeply inside me as he shot.
Even that seemed to go on forever, and then I began to tremble. Hank hugged me tightly and pushed a bit deeper into me. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed him tightly to me. I never wanted to let him go.
Finally, I unclenched my jaw and inhaled deeply. I shuddered as he released me. We moved around until we were laying side my side. Our arms were still draped over each other and he was running one hand over my head and I was slowly rubbing mine across his chest.
Some place in there I drifted off to sleep and had wonderful dreams of Hank and I living together. It seemed we had been together for many years. We had friends over for dinner. We visited his parents and brothers. My mom came to visit. It seemed like we had sex regularly, whether there were people around or not.
I woke to light streaming in the window. I was confused as I awoke. I was still wrapped up in my dream and thought I was waking in Hank's and my house. But the fog cleared and I realized I was in the dorm room and Hank wasn't next to me. I listened to see if I could hear him in the bathroom, but I didn't hear anything, so I called out his name.
No answer.
I looked around and found the clock. It was 8:15 am! Shit! I had to meet my mom in 15 minutes and I was alone and I smelled of sex! Shit! I jumped out of bed, grabbed my towel and shaving kit and headed out of the room and nearly ran down the hall to the showers. I passed a couple of guys in the hall but didn't pay them any attention. I was hoping to find Hank in the showers.
But no Hank! I was disappointed. I got under the shower and replayed the night in my mind, and smiled. And then I tried to remember as much of my dream as possible, and smiled again. I came out of my reverie when I heard someone else in the showers.
I saw that I had begun to swell, so I turned my back to the guy and finished up my shower. I toweled off, grabbed my stuff, and raced down the hall. Just as I was going past the elevators, the door opened and there was my mom and Hank! Oh, Shit!!!
I grabbed my towel and tried to get it around my waist. My mom's eyes were wide and Hank was trying to hold back laughter. I blushed and managed to get the towel in place after several false attempts.
"I, ah, I, ah, just, shower, wet, ah, hurry, I mean, I, ah." They stepped out of the elevator and that is when I noticed that Hank had flowers in his hand. I had time to think; how sweet; he got my mom flowers.
My mom said, "Kyle, it's not like I haven't seen you naked before, and not like I haven't seen a naked man or two." She gave me a coy smile, and I wondered once again: what had they done with my real mother?
We got back to our room. Hank was already dressed, of course, and showed my mom to a chair at the desk. I struggled to get into clothes without exposing myself once again.
Hank was saying, "I put together a couple of pics, I mean, pictures of Kyle, that I thought you might want to see. Some are of him and some are ones that he has taken." My heart began thudding in my chest. What was he going to show her?
"I, ah, don't think she is interested in those." There was panic in my voice, and Hank could hear it. He looked at me over her head and nodded and mouthed, `It's okay.'
I was pulling on a t-shirt as I walked over to see what he was showing her. I saw he had a folder open and the pics were all in thumbnails. He double clicked on one. It opened in another window. He clicked another button and a slide show began. I held my breath.
First was a picture of me from the back side with bands of light and shadow. Then there were shots of me on my back with the thin sheet material covering me.
Then I was seated, facing forward, legs apart, with everything on display. Fortunately, I was soft! I expected my mom to turn away from the pictures, but she kept on watching.
After several more of me, it came to the ones I had taken. Studies in contrasts, studies of forms, and then studies of Hanks form -- all of it.
She sat through all the pictures and, when it began to repeat, said, "Kyle, first, I have to say, I never knew what a great photographer you are. Those pictures are amazing." I felt pride swell in me. "Second, I never realized what a handsome man you have become." I felt a blush rising. "And third, I did realize you had managed to catch such a handsome stud."
"Mom!" I said, and Hank just laughed.
"Speaking of which," Hank said, "These are for you," and he held out the flowers to me. I thought sure they were for my mom. "I wanted to celebrate your coming out and thought flowers would be appropriate."
I wanted to cry. Instead he leaned in and hugged me. Then he backed up and kissed me.
"Hey, you two, don't get all hot and heavy on me," my mom said. "I don't think I am ready to watch that."
I blushed and Hank broke the embrace and laughed. "Go get your shoes on and then we can head out to breakfast. Your mother asked me to give her a suggestion for a place. So we have one all picked out. So get your butt in gear and let's go. My stomach is growling!" He took the flowers from me. He got a vase out of his closet and went to the bathroom to get water. By the time he came out with the flowers arranged, I had put on a pair of trainers and was ready to go.
My mom must have noticed, because she said, "Where did you get all the new clothes, Kyle?"
I stammered again and, again, Hank bailed me out. "We are the same size and all. And my folks and brothers overloaded me with clothes, so I am sharing them with little bro..., I mean Kyle."
"That's cute. You call him little brother! He never had a brother, so I am sure he likes the appellation." I fought another rise of red.
"Yeah, I mean, yes, I only had older brothers and I always wanted a younger brother to help along. And in some ways Kyle feels like a little brother to me."
"Okay, enough embarrassing me!" I said, and then added, "Do you know that Hank can walk on his hands for miles?"
"Well, not for miles," Hank said.
"I will have to see that." She thought for a minute and said, "I was going to say after breakfast, but then you might be too full and it might make you sick. So you can show me now."
It was Hank's turn to blush, but, to his credit, he got up on his hands and told me to open the door. He walked on his hand out the door and down the hall to the elevators, where he effortlessly did a flip and ended up on his feet. He dusted off his palms and looked at us sheepishly.
My mom clapped her hands and said, "Bravo! Bravo! What a show of strength." She patted him on the back and added, "Make sure you wash your hands when we get to the restaurant."
Downstairs, she insisted that we sit in the front while she sat in the back. She asked Hank about his family and what his father, mother, and brothers did. He didn't quite get finished by the time we reached the restaurant.
He held the door for my mom and me. He smiled at me as I walked through behind her. Asshole, being such the perfect gentleman!
Hank suggested the granola pancakes with sugar-free syrup, eggbeaters and ham for breakfast. I agreed. My mom ordered an omelet. She had coffee and we had tea. She commented again on my healthy eating and asked if this was Hank's doing.
Hank answered, "Yes, he and I have been working on proper nutrition and fitness, so we don't get the freshman 15, 20 or 25." My mom looked quizzical. So he explained how freshman tend to put on weight, eating incorrectly and not exercising. "My brothers told me all about it and have been pounding it into my head for years. So this is just the way I eat now. And Kyle decided he wanted to try it as well. I must say, well you have seen the pictures," I blushed, "I think it is working for him."
"Well, you certainly are having a good influence on him. At home, all he ever ate was pizza, cereal, and ice cream and drank pop all the time."
He looked at me and said, "Oh, he gets to have pizza once in a while." He was thinking of the time he had everyone jerk off over the pizza and then I had to eat some. I almost choked.
The topic of conversation changed and mom told all about the aunts, uncles, cousins and neighbors, many of whom I did not know. She then went off onto a tangent about all the books and shows she had been reading and watching and how they had really got her thinking and all. I was afraid she was going to start going on about being accepting and all, but I think she knew that she had said enough.
We had a great breakfast and I enjoyed the granola pancakes. Hank offered to pick up the tab, but mom wouldn't hear of it. After breakfast, she wanted to go shopping and asked Hank to take us to a store. When we pulled into the lot and got out, I realized he had picked the store where he had brought me to buy underwear. Sweat broke out on my forehead.
Inside, she said, "I want to get you some clothes and stuff." So she headed over to the men's department and I was afraid we were going to run into the clerk that had helped us before.
Sure enough he was there. He started to say something, but then saw my mom with me and must have figured it out. He asked if he could help us. Mom told him she was looking for underwear, pants and shirts for me.
"Let's start with the underwear then. Boxers or briefs?" he asked me.
I told him boxers, as I fought not to blush. He took me over to the selections and asked if I needed to try any of them on. I did blush then and mumbled that I didn't need to try them on.
"Are you sure, honey?" my mom asked me. Honey? That only added to my embarrassment.
Hank came to my rescue. "Why don't you let us pick these out. I think little brother is big enough to pick out his own underwear." I blushed again as the clerk smiled.
My mom said, "Oh, all right, I'll meet you over by the pants when you are done." And she headed over towards the jeans and khakis.
"Sure you wouldn't like some help with those, young man?" the clerk ask superciliously.
I shook my head and Hank said, "Not this time, but I am sure we will be back for a "proper" fitting another time."
My mouth dropped. I grabbed a couple of packages of boxers in my size and headed away from the two buffoons that were chuckling away!
We made it through the rest of the shopping without too much fuss. My mom was overdoing it, but there was nothing I could say that would keep her from buying the clothes.
Then she insisted on stopping at the grocery store and buying half the store to stock our room. She was so impressed with Hank's nutrition that she had him pick out the granola, juices, and snacks for our room.
She wanted to get some candy, but Hank only let a little bit into the cart and added some sesame candy. "It's made with honey," he said. I wanted to strangle him, he was being so helpful and nice.
Then I realized I was thinking I was being judged against him, and realized that my mom wasn't doing that at all. She was coddling both of us and appreciated his input. She was being accepting of him. Showing him she considered him part of the family.
When I realized that, I was quite happy. Maybe the visits with Marshall were paying off.
Back at the dorm, we unloaded the car, put all the stuff away, and left to take my mom on a tour of the campus.
As we left the dorm, Hank took my hand and held it as we took my mom on the tour. He was being very public with his affection and I took it as a sign that he knew I was ready for the world to know I was gay.
Damn, I was such a lucky guy! My mom had been transformed by the "pod" people, and my roommate a prince, and I hadn't even had to kiss a frog to get him! I thought back to the flowers he had given me and, again, my heart melted for him.
My apologies for the delay in finishing this chapter -- end of the year, work load, an operation and snow, ya da, ya da, ya da. As always I appreciate the comments, suggestions, photos and emails. Write anytime and I will respond. Harryrod575@yahoo.com
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