I shook my head and he looked disappointed. "No, I mean, don't bring up Nate. I want you and yes, I am ready for you. Whatever you want to do, I am yours?"
He moved back to my cock and squeezed a bit more, making it expand more. "Whatever I want?" he said, working on my dick.
I sighed, "Yes." It felt so wonderful!
"Okay, then let's go up onto the roof and fuck up there!" He grabbed my cock and started pulling me towards the door.
Oh, shit, I thought. Is he pulling another one on me, like he had at dinner? But then he opened the door, pulling my cock.
My heart started pounding! Oh, Fuck! But I followed Hank. I trusted him.
At the open door he stopped and looked at me with a big grin on his face. "You would actually let me drag you by your hard dick, naked, through the dorm and up to the roof?"
My heart rate increased as he spelled out the reality of the situation. I nodded my head with only slight hesitation.
He laughed, released my cock, turned, and gripped me in a big bear hug. Then he closed the door with his foot. He planted a big kiss on my lips and squeezed tightly.
"You have really changed little brother. And I appreciate the fact that you would follow me." He smiled and looked me in the face.
"Grab a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and then I'll take you up to the roof and fuck the cum out of you!"
He smacked my ass. I jumped, pushing myself into his crotch. He released me and turned to grab his own clothes. I found some shorts as I watched him dress. He was so fabulous to look at. I wanted him so badly.
He was finished before I was, but I grabbed my t-shirt and hastily pulled it on while he grabbed a blanket from the bed.
He was laughing as he opened the door and led the way. I followed him to the stairwell and we climbed to the top, where pushed the crash bar and the door opened noiselessly.
Out on the roof, he gently closed the door, and led me around a couple of metal boxes; then over to an area that had a view of the quad. He proceeded to strip, and I looked around. It was late evening and there was just a glow of the last lights of sunset in the west. I knew anyone looking across would be able to make his outline against the horizon, but he didn't seem to care.
He stood there waiting for me. I looked at him and removed my t-shirt and let my shorts drop. Now we both stood naked on the roof the dorm. The excitement of the whole thing got me up right away and, seeing that, Hank responded as well, and boned up nicely.
He spread out the blanket, but didn't get down on it or motion for me to bed on it. He stood there, pulled me close to him, and began to deeply kiss me. I responded and held him tightly.
He moved a bit until my dick was rubbing under his balls and between his legs. He held me like that for a while, moving his body back and forth over my dick. I was so horny and eager that I whispered, "Fuck me, Hank."
He released my lips and I could see the smile on his face. I started to kneel down, but he held me up and turned me slowly around. As I turned, I could see students walking across the quad.
I heard him spit, thinking he must be spitting into his hand to lube up his dick. Then I felt his fingers at my hole, and I sighed. He was stroking his cock, and then rubbing my hole. I felt the silky warmth of something on my hole and wondered if it was his precum. It felt like it.
Then I felt the head of his cock at my hole. He bent me slightly and pushed at my hole. I knew to push back and let him slide in. We both moaned. I opened my eyes and saw the quad laid out in front of me. My hole tightened around Hank's pole as I felt so exposed and on display.
Hank moved in me, noticing the tightness; I moaned again. "Shhhhh," he said, "Unless you want everyone in the quad looking up here." He laughed softly into my ear.
"Here," he said, and turned me around. He picked me up and then sat me down on his dick. I wrapped my legs around his waist and looked into his eyes. I looked from one eye to the next, seeing the twinkle in his eyes in the oranges and reds of sunset.
I moaned as he raised and lowered me on his rigid dick. He leaned in and clamped his mouth over mine, stifling any other moans. I sighed into his mouth and he breathed for us as he moved me up and down on his dick.
He used me to masturbate himself, but he was also working on my ass. He had hit my prostate and knew it.
I was lost in that now familiar fog of lust, and realized I was also probably low on oxygen as he breathed for us.
He continued to work on my breath and my ass and I felt totally overwhelmed. The rush began to take over. I tried to drink in more air as my breath quickened.
I gasped and sucked air out of Hank's lungs, and he broke the seal on my mouth and let me breathe as it hit and suffused my body. I trembled as Hank shot into my ass, and I coated his stomach with my cum.
I gasped louder as he lowered me all the way down on his cock.
"People are looking up here now," he said casually. I stiffened on him and gripped him tighter. "I like it when you do that," he said, and chuckled.
"Next time, maybe we can do it on the quad and let anyone that wants to, watch!" I clamped down even tighter, and shivered. My cock swelled against his body.
He laughed a bit more and continued to hold me with his cock inside me. "I could hold you like this all night!"
I laughed then and said, "I think my legs would get tired, but I would love to spend the night with you up my ass!"
He squeezed me tightly and pushed himself deep into me. "We might be able to arrange that!" I was looking from one eye to the other again, and saw his smile; it was a mischievous smile. "How about I carry you downstairs like this right into our room and then onto the bed?"
I gripped him tighter and he saw the look in my eyes, but I didn't say anything.
He laughed and said, "You are getting better. I know I scare you with these suggestions, but you are beginning to trust me." He bounced me on his dick once again and said, "But this sure feels good!"
I leaned in and pulled myself to him. I said, "uh huh," as I kissed him once more.
He lifted me up gently and off of his cock. "Grab your stuff; let's walk back a ways without clothes. The night air feels great!"
I grabbed my clothes and he grabbed his, plus the blanket we hadn't used. We walked around the perimeter of the roof. The night air began to dry the sweat and cum on my body, and I felt the coolness on those spots.
As we walked along, I saw students down in the quads and across the way in other dorms.
Hank stopped and pointed. It took me a moment to line up on the window he was pointing to. I saw this guy. He was obviously naked, sitting in front of his computer. I thought I could see his hand in his lap.
Hank chuckled, "Jerking off to computer porn," as he looked at me. "Just like you used to do. Isn't that right?" He had his hand on my shoulder, so I knew there was no hurt in the statement.
"Yeah, until I met my hunky roommate, who seduced me into this wild world of gay sex!"
He laughed. "Yeah, like you didn't want to be in it!"
He reached over and pulled on my cock. "Isn't it better having someone to do it with?"
I nodded, getting emotional over the whole thing.
"Or do you miss the feel of you hand on your cock?" he said, bouncing my cock and balls in his hand.
"Hank, it really isn't that I miss it; it is that I finally got to experience the things I had only imagined or saw on porn. I think I could still jerk off, as you have often made me do, as long as I knew I would still get to do the fun things with you within a certain period of time." He looked over to see the smile on my face.
"So, if I said that I was going to go away for a week and you couldn't jerk off until I got back, would you be able to do it?"
I thought about that. Since I had come to grips – so to speak – with jerking off, I had done it at least once a day and often two or three times. And since being with Hank, I couldn't think of a day I had gone without cumming at least once. Could I go a week without sex?
"I don't know, to be truthful," I said, with a bit of a grin.
"Maybe I can find someone to watch you 24/7 for me to make sure you don't. I could have him camp out in the room with you. You would be naked and have to stay in the room, except for meals and classes, and this guy would follow you everywhere, even to the bathroom and showers, to make sure you kept you hands to your self and off of your cock. Do you think that would work?" He chuckled.
I was actually thinking about it. I began to swell at the thought of some stranger spending a week watching my every move and me being naked and all. Could I do it, or would I walk around with a hard on all the time? I looked over at Hank. He started laughing.
"You were seriously thinking it through, weren't you?" He laughed and patted me on the back.
"Fuckhead!' I said, and punched his arm.
He feinted leaning over the edge of the roof, and my heart and stomach flip-flopped. I grabbed for him, and he again looked at my face and saw the fear there. "Do you have a thing about heights?"
I couldn't even talk. My palms were sweating and my jaw was clenched. I just nodded.
"Sorry, I was just playing with you." He laughed, thought for a moment, and then added, "Of course, I enjoy playing with you." He reached over to make a grab for my crotch to prove the point.
I first dodged out of the way, then thought and brought my crotch back to within reach, and waggled my dick around for him. "Go ahead, play with it, asshole!"
He laughed again. We were now on the farthest edge away from the quad and the other buildings. "Let's wiz off the top of the building; I bet I can shoot farther than you!"
He took his cock in hand and pointed it over the side. I moved up closer to him, still conscious of where the edge was. I took aim as well, and soon we were pissing over the side of the building.
He moved his dick back and forth, so I followed suit. Then I heard a shout, "What the fuck? It's raining!" We started laughing, but covered our mouths so we wouldn't be discovered. "Shit! It's piss! Some fuck is pissing in our window!" Then there was a banging and clanging. "Fuck! I can't get the window closed!" Then, "I bet it's that asshole in the room above ours! I am going to kill him! Fucking Ray!"
We finished up, hurriedly put on our clothes, and rushed back to the stairs, quietly opening the door and getting down to our floor before we could be spotted. We were out on our floor when some guys came bursting through the stairway door yelling, "Ray, I am fucking going to rip your dick off!"
One guy's white t-shirt had wet spots all over it. It was all spotted with wet spots.
I had a difficult time stifling my laugh. I had to duck into the shower room quickly. Hank followed, slapping me on the back! We busted up laughing. We looked, and there were a couple of guys in the shower that looked at us. That only made us giggle more.
Hank made the "shhh" sign with his finger to his lips, and tried not to laugh.
We went back into the hall and made it down to our room, passing what must have been Ray's room, because the guys were beating on the door yelling, "We know you are in there, asshole! Let us in or we are going to break down the door!"
I knew the doors were way to strong for that. I guess the guys knew that as well, as they were rattling the doorknob and shaking the door, but no answer from Ray. We were at our door when I saw one of the guy's take his dick out and start pissing along the bottom of the door. "This'll teach you, Rayhole!" He sprayed the door, back and forth.
His roommate looked at us sheepishly, and tried to pee, but couldn't. He shook his dick, like he had peed, and then stuck it back in his pants. He said, "Let's get out of here before we get reported to the RA!"
The loud one flipped his dick a couple of times, getting the last drops off, and then stormed down the hall. I wondered whose piss he had the most of on his shirt - mine or Hanks?
In the room, we were laughing and giggling, and couldn't stop. We would stop, and then look at one another, and then bust up again. Or Hank would pretend to be spraying his piss back and forth, and we would start all over again.
Hank was trying to get out of his clothes at the same time, and fell down when his foot became trapped in his shorts. He went into another fit of laughter. I sat back and fell on my ass on the floor, and roared with him.
We both had tears streaming down our faces, we were laughing so hard. I pulled on his shorts, further tangling them around Hank's feet.
He reached over and began pulling on my shorts. We kept on until we heard a rip in one pair, which only caused us to laugh more.
Hank then grabbed my shirt and proceeded to rip it from my body. Not to be outdone, I grabbed his and tried to rip it, but I was laughing too hard, and had no strength.
He sat up then and, still laughing with tears streaming down his face, ripped his own in half.
We sat in the torn clothes, and finally wound down. It took several minutes, but we finally stopped.
What stopped it for me was seeing Hank's cock on the floor and him mostly naked. I wanted his body!
Then I heard the chirp of my phone, telling me I had voice mail. I thought it would be my mom, checking up on us or asking about what time we said we would meet in the morning.
I got the phone and was surprised when I heard Thomas' voice. "Kyle, I need you and Hank on Tuesday afternoon for a photo shoot. Nothing as kinky as the other ones," and he gave an evil chuckle. "Just groups of guys in various lightings and locations. I really could use 8 or 10 guys. So if you know of any other guys that would be interested, let me know. It is the standard $100 per guy for the session and will take about 3 or 4 hours. I want good looking, sharp guys, but a variety of sizes and colorings. So just let Jim know by Monday if you come up with any names; otherwise, he will start going through his model list." He paused, and then said, "So I assume you and Hank are in? I am counting on the two of you." There was another pause, and he said, "er, thanks." And then there was the click, and the message to save or delete the call.
I started thinking of guys that would work. Jared, Jimmy, Mikail, Nate – maybe, and Eldon – again maybe. Hank saw me thinking and grinned, "You are thinking of who you want to see naked, aren't you?"
"Fuckhead!"
He grabbed me and wrestled me to the bed. Next thing I knew, he had me pinned with his knees on my biceps and his dick dangling in front of my face. My mouth watered at the sight of his cock. It had a great smell to it and I wanted it.
Hank knew what he was doing. I looked up and saw the leer on his face. He leaned forward until his cock trailed back and forth across my face. I was now hard; I knew it, and wanted his cock more and more. He was teasing me, and he knew it! He rubbed my face with his cock, and every time I tried to lick it, he would pull it away. It continued to grow as he played around on my face.
He gave an evil laugh, and I said, "Fuckhead!" That only made him laugh more. His cock was hard and pointing straight up, and the only thing I could lick was his balls. He laughed, and rubbed them around on my face. I loved the smell, and his pubes, that were growing back, rubbed over my lips!
He moved until he could pump his dick across my face. I was getting it slick with my tongue as he passed it over my lips. I could hear him breathing heavier as I continued to swab his cock. I wanted more of it!
He fiddled around with something that I couldn't see, and continued to work his dick across my lips, moaning as he did so.
Then he moved quickly and changed positions, until he was balanced over my cock and lowering himself onto my rigid pole!
I gasped as he pushed down all the way on my cock. He must have lubed himself up or something, because I just slid in. It felt so wonderful!
"Shall we go to sleep now?" he asked, as he bounced on my cock.
"Asshole!" I said, grabbing hold of his hips.
"Yep, that's exactly where you have me speared!" He bounced more, and clinched tightly around my cock! I gasped.
He gave his evil laugh again and raised up, until just the head of my dick was in his ass. I moaned and bucked my hips up into him. He cackled wickedly again, and then lowered himself onto me.
He settled into a rhythm then, and I think it was as much to massage his prostate as it was to provide me pleasure. He had me grunting and panting with desire. He had his eyes closed, seeming to concentrate on the pleasures in his ass.
I know I use the term often to describe this, but I have no other way to convey the feeling, other than being lost in the fog of lust. I have no idea how long it continued or what all happened, but I do know that I began to gasp and breathe more raggedly. I was arching my back, trying to get more of me inside of him and stay in contact longer.
And then that rush hit me, and I felt my toes curl and tighten as I thrust up into Hank, sending hot spurts into his ass. His whole body shivered, and then I felt warmth splashing onto my chest. He was furiously pumping his cock, and moaning.
His eyes had popped open, and he locked them onto mine as we climaxed together.
When he was done, he leaned forward and stretched his legs behind him, straddling me and gave me one of the deepest, most passionate kisses he had ever given me!
He held me tightly, and I tried to push up into him again, but I was losing my position in him as he moved, and I began to deflate a bit.
After awhile, he slid over beside me as he disengaged from me. He whispered in my ear, "Now we each have a bit of the other inside us. That should help us to sleep better."
He raised my head up and slid his arm underneath. He pulled me closer and my nose was in his armpit. I liked his smell! It drove me crazy. I stuck out my tongue and took a lick, and he giggled and told me to stop.
We snuggled up together and he held onto me, and I drifted off to sleep. I can't remember the dreams, but I think I woke up smiling. That is, until I heard my cell phone going off.
I looked at the clock and said, "Oh, Shit!"
I grabbed the phone. Yes, it was my mom. She was downstairs and ready to go to breakfast. I told her to give us five minutes, and she asked if I wanted her to come up and wait in our room while we got ready. I said no, too quickly. And she said she would wait in the lounge. She sounded a bit hurt, but I was looking around the room at the disarray, the naked Hank, who was stretching, and down at myself.
We both had dried cum on ourselves, and the room probably smelled of sex. I said we would be down quickly.
"Fuckhead! Get up! We have to shower, get dressed, and be downstairs in five minutes!" I yelled at Hank and started throwing clothes around, and finding towels and shaving gear. I definitely needed a shower.
I was out the door and yelling, "I'll meet you in the shower," before I realized I was naked! I looked at the door, and then the shower door, and bolted for the shower. I passed a couple of guys in the hallway; one who followed my progress down the hall, and one who gave a wolf whistle and then laughed.
I just shrugged and ran into the showers. I turned on the shower and waited for it to heat up. Then I was under and scrubbing, as Hank joined me under the shower next to me.
"Sleep well, little brother?" he asked, as he scrubbed his hair. He was a fanatic about starting at the top of his body and working down.
Me, I was pretty much a scatterbrain; whatever part was visible was next, which left my hair and face until last, because I couldn't see them!
We shaved in the shower, quickly dried off and, with towels barely wrapped around us, ran back to the room. We threw on clothes and straightened each other's shirts that insisted on sticking to some undried portion of skin.
We were laughing again as we bolted down the stairs, and were panting a bit. Well, I was, by the time we skidded into the lounge to find my mother talking with another woman, who had to be someone's mom.
Mom was saying, "Yes, my son is gay and his roommate is his boyfriend."
"Mother!" I said, feeling the tops of my ears heat up.
She said goodbye to the woman and we headed out to the car. "What? I just wanted her to know that I was accepting of my son and not ashamed to admit it!"
I appreciated her thoughts, but it was still difficult to be outed by your mom. So I didn't comment more, and we made it to her rental car without further discussion. I did catch Hank's smirk as he laughed at my situation.
In the car, Mom again surprised me by knowing about a great place for breakfast. It was just a short distance away from the dorm, and Hank filled the time by asking her about her hotel and how she slept.
Once we were seated and our drink orders were taken, she looked back and forth between Hank and me, and said, "Were you two, you know, fooling around when I called this morning?"
"MOM!" and I turned beet red. Hank just chuckled.
"What? You don't think I know what college men are like?" She smiled demurely, and I thought I was going to choke on my coffee.
"So when is your flight," Hank asked, steering the conversation, although I think he was enjoying it!
She looked at him, as if she knew exactly what she was doing. She told him, and then went to asking about classes, teachers, etc. She really wanted to know about photography and said, "Hank, did you promise you were going to get me some of Kyle's pictures?"
He smiled and said, "I will e-mail you some. I promise. I will do it when we get back." He smiled, and I tried to swallow my bite of French toast.
We continued to chat during breakfast, and I was so amazed at how well my mom and Hank were getting along, that I would lose the train of the conversation, and Hank would have to coach me to get me to the right answer.
Back at the dorms, we said our goodbyes and she got all misty eyed, which caused me to get emotional.
It had been a great time with my mom and a great weight had been lifted from my shoulders by her acceptance of me and of Hank. I was feeling great.
Hank went ahead up to the room to grab some stuff we needed for our research at the library. I made sure my mom got off, and said I would be up shortly.
I was going through the common room when I got the feeling I was being watched. I looked around and there was this blond guy sitting on the couch reading Jinx. I thought he was looking at me, but he seemed absorbed in his book. Then I saw his blue eyes poke over the top of his book and then dart back.
I took another look at him. He had blond hair, straight, but down to his eye brows. He seemed fit and athletic, but not a body builder. I noticed his feet. They had to be at least a size 12, and he didn't seem to be six feet tall.
I smiled the next time his eyes peaked over the top of the book. He quickly looked down.
I shrugged and walked on up the stairs. I grabbed the book I was looking for and headed back down stairs. Hank had left a note and said he would meet me at the library.
Back in the common room, the guy was still there reading, but I caught him looking over the top of the book again.
Hank had been working on me to be more outgoing and, after Eldon's story of being rejected and shunned, I decided I should make the effort and get to know this guy. I smiled to myself and thought maybe this guy has a huge dick as well. I mentally shook my head again, and walked over to him.
I held out my hand and said, "My name's Kyle."
He lowered his book and looked around. He gave a tentative smile. I saw his strong jaw that came to a point below his thick lips and, with the little smile, he looked charming. "Drew," he said, and held out his hand.
He had a firm handshake and, again, my mind wondered if this was the hand he jerked off with. He must have seen something on my face because he said, "What?"
"Nothing," I said. There was no way I could explain that to him.
He didn't say anything else. He looked down at his book and then back to me. "So you like Meg Cabot?" I said, looking down at his book, and sat down next to him.
"Yeah," he said, and then paused. When he saw I wasn't leaving, he said, "Have you read any of her stuff?"
"Yes, I have read Jinx and Twilight. I liked them, but I haven't had a lot of time to read lately. I used to read a lot. Who else do you like?"
"J.K Rowling and Tilly Bagshawe," he said, with a hint of smile returning. This must be something that he enjoyed.
"Good stuff, and have you ever read Christopher Paolini? I really enjoyed the first two books, but he is taking a long time getting the last one done."
He shook his head, and I said, "You have to be kidding; that guy is great. He wrote the first one when he was in high school. And they made a movie out of it."
He started to say something, when he stopped and watched a guy walk through the common room. He seemed to look the guy up and down.
The guy looked like someone out of a Abercrombie and Fitch catalog. He was thin, but athletic, with close cropped blond hair and striking blue eyes. His jeans and polo shirt looked as if they had just come from a laundry. And not like college, where everything came out wrinkled. His looked pressed and starched.
When he walked out of the room, I asked, "Who's that?"
I thought I saw a bit of blush on Drew's ears. I noticed that the one I could see looked like an elf ear! It had a bit of a point at the top.
He seemed a bit uncomfortable answering the question, "Uh, that's Will Upchurch, my roommate."
I wondered, "Are you two...?" and I waggled my hand.
He looked quizzical, and then blushed. "No, I'm straight, and so is he." I smiled to myself. I wondered how many roommates said the same thing!
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