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.
We gave Mom a tour around the campus and showed her where our classes were, the gymnasium, the pool, the commons, and the book store. At the bookstore, she wanted to buy me everything that had a rainbow on it. I was embarrassed, and Hank just laughed. She wanted to get me a key chain, a pen, a pin, a towel, an umbrella, a notebook, socks, and a scarf. She insisted, so I agreed to a key chain. Hank kept trying to push the scarf. I knew he thought it was funny, but my Mom thought he was serious and wanted to get the scarf for him.
I laughed at him then and Mom didn't get it, but he convinced her not to get it, that he was just giving me a bad time. She looked skeptical and let down when she could only get the key chain. "I'll look on ebay when I get home. I am sure I can find you some great things. Then I'll fix up a nice package for you two boys."
Hank looked at me behind her back and mouthed, "nice package," and then outlined his crotch with his hands. He fought back the laughter as he saw the horrified look on my face. I was afraid she would see him, but then I had to stifle my own laugh at the way he was making the lewd display.
Hank wanted to take Mom by the photo studio. I hesitated, but then relented after Mom said she would love to see it.
Of course, Jim was there. After introductions, he was effusive in his complements. "Hank and Kyle are just the best models. Everyone wants to use them," and he waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "They are so in demand, that they are hard, I mean it is difficult, to fill all the requests."
Then he started flirting with my Mom. "Why, if Kyle hadn't said you were his mom, I would have thought you were his sister. I see where he gets his good looks." She actually giggled!
"Have you seen any of his stuff, I mean his photos?" Jim asked.
"Yes, Hank showed me some of his pictures on the computer. I fail to grasp the whole digital picture process, but it is nice to see the pictures on the computer. I just wish he would print some and send them to me."
I had visions of Mom passing around pictures of me naked at the next coffee klatch with the neighborhood women. Hank must have thought the same thing, because he was smiling as if he was trying to control a laugh.
"Well, you just call me, Mrs. Kyle's Mom, and I'll send you over some wonderful views of your son!" I could just imagine Jim pulling up some of Thomas' photos and sending them to her.
"That's alright, Jim, I'll make sure she gets some prints," I said hastily.
Hank added, "And I'll make sure there is a good selection of shots." I knew he meant some nudes of me – frontal nudes!
"Why thank you, Hank. I swear, Kyle is so lucky to have you as a lover." I choked and Jim covered his mouth to hide his own response to my mother's comment.
I started stammering, but Hank came to my aid. "I believe the proper word might be partner' or boyfriend' in the public sense. The word `lover' might make people start having mental images, and that might not be a good thing."
My mother looked puzzled for a moment, as if not understanding, and then said, "Oh. Oh! I guess you are right. I just wanted to be open and supportive and show Jim that I was supportive of your relationship with Hank." She was looking at me for agreement.
"Thanks, Mom. I understand, and I appreciate it." Jim smiled and wiped a tear from his eye. I don't know if there was a real tear or if he was just putting me on, as he usually did.
I asked if it would be okay to show her the studio and Jim said, "Certainly. You can also show here where you take off your clothes. I can supply some cameras if she would like to get some shots of you and Hank." He paused and then said, "with or without your clothes."
"Jim!" I said, and saw my mother's mouth gap open, and then she blushed.
She recovered and said, "As much as I would like the view," and she fanned herself, imitating a southern bell, "I don't think my son wants me seeing him with his willie waggling about."
"Mom!" I said, blushing beet red. Hank and Jim both laughed, and my mom gave a demure smile, as if she knew she was goading me on.
"Well, what did you want me to say, son, your pee pee?" I was shocked and Jim and Hank were loving it. I knew, after a bit of thought, that she was just continuing this on to attempt to show her new "aware" side.
"Because I refuse to use the word, penis, it just sounds so clinical, so detached." She looked at my horrified look and said, "or is detached the wrong word." Hank and Jim were slapping each other on the backs at this point, and I was standing there bright red.
My mom smiled again and said, "Just having a bit of fun."
Pod people, definitely!
We took her through the studio and then headed back to the dorms.
"All that walking has tired me out. I think I'll go back to the hotel and take a nap and then I am taking you boys out for dinner again. Last night you picked the place, so tonight, I'll find us a good place to eat." She stood up on her tip toes and kissed Hank on the cheek and then gave me a kiss, patted me on the arm, and walked off to her car.
Hank put both hands on my shoulders and said, "Your mom is cute."
"That's not my mom. The pod people have taken over her body."
Hank laughed and patted my ass. "You just don't want to believe that she can change, be accepting and treat you like an adult. I bet part of her sexual banter back there was her way of saying, `I know you are an adult and I can talk to you like one.' Don't you think?"
"I don't know what to think. She is so different. Yes, it is great that she is accepting of me being gay. But when she says willie', penis' and `lover' and then makes innuendos about sex, it just doesn't seem right. I mean, she never talked about sex at home. At least I never heard her talk about it."
I thought for a second, "And I never even thought of her as having sex. I mean, my dad died and I never thought that she would want or need sex." I looked at Hank with a grimace, "You don't think she, ah, masturbated, do you?" What do women call that? I mean what guys call "jerking off," I wondered.
"Ewwww!" Hank said. I had managed to gross him out. Then he laughed. "Maybe she and the women next door had a secret torrid sex affair going on while you were at school and now that you have moved out, they just go at it all day and all night!"
That brought this mental image of my mom naked. With another woman. Naked. I shook my head. That is not an image I wanted to have in my head. And I had thought images of Aunt Edna naked were bad enough.
We laughed about it as we made our way back to our room. Our room - I liked that.
We stripped, as usual, as soon as we entered the room. I looked over Hank's body and smiled. Man, he was good looking!
I checked my emails and found one from Nate, the guy I had met at the frat party. He had some questions about a photo assignment and wanted to know if I had time to answer them.
Hank had walked over and was reading over my shoulder. It was just another instance where I had to get used to not having privacy. Something I had always been so paranoid about was not easy to overcome.
"He just wants to get in your pants!" Hank said. I could see his reflection in the monitor. He stood there hands on his hips and his dick lying across those big balls. I knew whose `pants' I wanted to get into, and soon.
"Nah, I doubt it." I said. I could not conceive of some guy wanting to get into MY pants, maybe Hanks, but not mine.
"Want to bet?" Hank said, crossing his arms over his chest.
"What?" I meant, what did he have in mind, but he didn't understand.
"Oh, I don't know – the loser has to pose naked for your," he paused and then shoved my shoulder as he said, "mother!"
I choked and sputtered, "No, I meant, asshole, what were you planning with that evil corrupted mind of yours?"
"Oh, you make me sound like some criminal out of a batman story or something," he said, trying to look sinister.
"Hey, did you ever wonder about batman and robin and what they did in the bat cave when they were changing into those crotch hugging tights?" he said, out of nowhere.
I started laughing as I tried to imagine batman and robin blowing each other in a closet somewhere. Then I laughed at myself again as I thought of them, `coming out of the closet.'
I tried to talk around my laughter, "No, fuckhead, I didn't."
"Liar!"
"Look, dickwad, I just wanted to know what you were planning for Nate?"
"Trying to keep me on the straight and narrow?" Hank said, not letting up on teasing me and playing with his puns.
So I decided to play along. "Only thing straight on you is your dick! And I'd like to see it up my narrow hole!" I blushed at myself for being so bold.
He laughed. "I don't know; it can't be too narrow if it can take this big old thing," he said, flipping his dick back and forth.
"Asshole!" I said.
"Yep, that's what I'm talking about, your asshole!"
"Back to the question at hand." I tried to steer the conversation.
"You mean, which hand? I know that you prefer the left. By the way, have you ever tried the right hand? Me, I'm bi. I can use either hand!"
"Cocksucker!" I said.
"Yes, especially yours!" he fairly cackled.
"Fudge packer!" I retorted.
He laughed uproariously at that, "You bet! Pack your fudge anytime!"
I couldn't help but laugh. When I had my breath, I used my Mom's old line, "Cereally, what are you thinking for Nate?"
He reached up and wiped his hand over his mouth, and when he took it away his smile was gone, but he couldn't hold it, and cracked up again.
He took a deep breath and said, "Okay, I think you should email him and ask him if he wanted to come by so you could answer his questions. If he says he wants to come by, he is hot for you and wants your bod. If he says no, then he really just wants to get some answers."
I thought, and wondered what Nate's answer would be. So, I began typing a reply and Hank gave me pointed instructions on what to type; about wanting to answer his questions, being available this afternoon, and that my roommate, Hank, would be here.
I clicked 'send' and sat back. Hank clapped me on the shoulder. "I bet he is sitting by his computer waiting for your e-mail." He squeezed my shoulder, and I again wondered how he could know so much about other guys and what they were thinking.
He laughed when my in-box blinked and indicated I had new mail. I eagerly clicked in and on his reply. Hank laughed as he read Nate's response. "Looks like you are going to get to pose nude for your mom!"
"Assbite!" I said.
"We are going to have to work on your come backs and one-liners. In the meantime, it sounds like he is going to be knocking on the door any minute."
Suddenly I was nervous. We were no longer talking about this, but actually going to do it! It seemed so different than my other encounters. Usually, someone else was in charge and my dick and I just followed along. But Hank was adamant that I would do the driving on this and see if I couldn't get Nate involved.
I knew, or at least I thought I did, what he was interested in. I thought that he had expressed a desire when we were alone in his room. But the night had a bit of fog about it, so I wasn't too sure about what went on.
"Just be you, but a little bit more assertive. And for blog's sake, don't stutter and stammer, just spit it out. He is going to be drooling 30 seconds after he comes in the door, so don't worry about it. He wants YOU! So you won't have to do much to get him participating." He paused for a moment and then said, "Maybe you will get to fuck him!"
Again, my heart raced. I thought back to times in high school when I would go over to some guy's house to study. The guy would always make some excuse to either get naked in front of me or to take a piss in front of me. He would say something like, I have to change my clothes; you don't mind do you?' or Man, I have to wiz. Just a minute.' And then he would stand in the adjoining bathroom with the door open, taking a piss.
I would always look at their crotch, not that I knew then that I was so totally into guys, or, if I did, I wasn't ready to admit it. And if the guy caught me looking, he would always say something like, `Why don't you take a picture; it will last longer,' or something to that effect.
I would always get so flustered. I thought they were trying to be nice by inviting me over to study, and then they would do something like this. I would wonder if the whole thing was a set up to embarrass me, or something.
I would always try to shrug it off with a `Well, you are the one hanging it out there. I didn't ask you to.'
And then they would laugh and say, `but you wanted to, right?'
I would stammer then, and they would come over and punch my shoulder or rub my head or something with their dick still hanging out.
Sometimes, the next day or so, I would hear a guy say something like, `So you wanted to get a look at Tommy's cock?' and then the group of guys would laugh as I blushed and turned away.
Now, I wondered if some of those were not come-ons to get me to fool around with them. What would they have done if I had reached out my hand and taken their cock in my hand? But I mentally shook my head. They would probably have just made that more of a fool of me and called me all those nasty names.
I grinned and thought of the words they would have used; cocksucker, faggot, butt pirate; and realized that they were all true now! And I was admitting to being gay to people!
Things change so much in such a short period of time. I thought back two weeks ago and remembered the longing and fear I had at seeing Hank naked for the first time. And the shame I felt when I did the things that I secretly had wanted to do for so long. Then Hank bringing me up out of that pit and showing me that it was okay. And finally admitting it to him and how he responded.
Would it be the same for Nate? Although he already knew what he wanted, but didn't have any opportunity to do anything, it sounded like.
I was brought out of my reverie by the knock on the door. It was Nate! Oh, shit! Was I ready for this? I looked over at Hank who was smiling broadly. He made a sweeping gesture with his hand towards the door.
I got the hint. I got up with sweat trickling down from my arm pits and my heart thudding. I opened the door with a big smile and there was Nate. He looked apprehensive at first, but then his face broke out into a grin when he saw me standing there naked.
"Ah, you didn't have to dress for me!" he said, and walked into the room. I could tell he was trying to be nonchalant about it, but his hands were fidgeting about, moving to his pack, to his arms, then his chin, and back to his pack.
"This is my roommate, Hank," I said inanely.
"Hi, nice to see you, I mean, nice to meet you," Nate said putting his hand out. I saw his eyes scan Hank's body and then look Hank in the face.
Hank took his hand and shook it. "Nice to meet you. Kyle has told me about you."
"Oh?" Nate said, and looked at me nervously. Some of his bravado was gone.
"I told him you were in one of my photo classes and that I met you at the frat party," I said, trying to put his at ease.
He walked over to the desk and put his pack down. He looked up at the monitor and saw a slideshow in progress. It was Hank's computer, and it was a series of shots of me and various other guys in less than "photographic" poses.
"Wow! These are amazing!" He sat down in the chair and began fast forwarding through to see more of them sooner. Every once in a while he would pause and study a picture, turning his head to the side, trying to make out who was doing what.
Hank poked me and motioned with his hands for me to talk. "Yeah, Hank, ah, took some shots." Hank poked me again. "These are some of the shots I have taken with guys in the dorm and various places."
I saw Nate squeeze his crotch as he moved through more pictures. "This looks like it is in a dressing room at a store!"
Hank nodded, and motioned for me to go on. "Yeah, Hank had the clerk help me pick out some briefs, and everyone got carried away."
Nate turned and looked at me and smiled. He scanned down my body and his smile broadened. "Nice, very nice." I didn't know if he meant the pictures or my body.
Kyle is quite the exhibitionist," Hank said. I inhaled a sharp breath and Nate looked up.
I just nodded and said, "Hank has been teaching me a lot about it." I blushed and said, "I mean I didn't know a lot about this kind of thing," pointing at a picture of me sucking someone's cock, "until Hank introduced me."
Hank coughed into his hand at the same time saying, "Bull shit!" like he was trying to cover what he was saying.
Nate laughed nervously. He was massaging the crotch of his shorts now as he went through the pics. He seemed to be mesmerized. His mouth dropped open when he got to a picture of me being fucked. He looked at me and pointed at the screen.
I blushed and nodded. What was I supposed to say?
"Wow, adventuresome is not the word I would use," he said, turning back to the screen.
Hank poked me again. `Go ahead,' he mouthed.
"Er, would you feel more comfortable if you got out of those clothes. I mean, unless you want Hank and I to put on some clothes. We just go naked whenever we are in our room," I said, and it sounded kind of feeble.
Nate looked at me and then at Hank. He smiled, and then lost the smile. "I, ah, you, I mean, your pictures have had an affect on me," he said, squeezing his crotch.
Hank laughed; I followed along and used one of Hank's lines. "You don't think we've seen a hard dick before?"
Hank chuckled and gave me thumbs up.
Nate looked at me and seemed to melt. "Kyle, I dreamed of something like this happening, but I can't believe it is really happening." I thought he was going to get emotional on me. But I knew a bit of where he was coming from, and could empathize with him.
He looked from me to Hank and said, "Guys is this really okay with you? I mean, it seems that this is leading to something other than working on a photo assignment, or so I am thinking. And you can't imagine what this would mean to me to be able to let you two use me," he paused, looked awkwardly at his feet, and added, "anyway you wanted to." His voice had died down to almost a whisper by the end of his sentence.
"Nate, I kind of figured that was your goal, from your e-mail. So if this is what you want, then we are fine with it. We like trying out new things and, I paused, looked at Hank, and added, "new guys."
"You two are so wonderful to look at. I could drink in your bodies for hours." He yanked off his shirt and threw it into a corner. Then he paused. "Could I ask a favor?" He looked perplexed, as if he didn't know how to phrase the questions.
"I am probably going to say this wrong, but I am just going to say it. I mean, you guys are so amazing, so hot and so ... desirable, I just want to worship your bodies." He was being very obsequious. I wanted him to just get to the point.
"Can I have a couple of minutes to just explore your body, Kyle? I mean, that sounds like some sort of stalker or something. But I have dreamed about your body since the first time I saw it. I would love to get to know it; to know its smells, tastes, and every nook and cranny."
To lighten the moment, Hank said, "I don't know, some of his crannys are very pleasant."
Nate looked chagrined, and my heart went out to him. He was trying to be honest. I knew exactly where he was coming from.
"Nate, pay no attention to the fuckhead. You can explore to your heart's content. It does blow my mind that you think MY body is so hot. I think Hank's is the perfect body."
"No, yours is amazing!" Then he blushed. He reached up and unbuckled his belt. He unsnapped the shorts and then let them fall to the floor. His cock sprung out and slapped against his belly.
"I guess I am all in!" he said, and raised his hands out from his sides, as if to say, this is me; all of me.
I once again mentally shook my head. This was blowing my mind. A guy was gaga over me! And wanted to explore my body! Unfuckingbelievable!
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