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 seemed to do, 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 the blushed. "No, I'm straight and so is he." I smiled to myself. I wondered how many roommates said the same thing!
Hank came up then and put his arm around me and gave me a squeeze. I introduced him to Drew as my roommate and my boyfriend. Hank smiled, he knew that was new for me and must have liked me actually saying it.
Drew's eyes got round as he looked back and forth between me and Hank. I noticed that he managed a full body scan of Hank, from head to foot during the introduction.
"I thought you said you were going to meet me in the library?" I asked.
He gave me a wry smile and said, "You just want to fool around in the stacks!" I blushed a bit and Drew's jaw drop a bit and he looked over Hank while Hank was looking at me.
I decided, I would leave Hank with him for a bit so I said, "Hank, I forgot something up stairs. I'll be right back." I then said, "Nice to meet you Drew."
He continued to look at Hank and finally mumbled, "Ah, yeah, you too." Then I guess he realized what he said, because he turned to me and said, "Kyle, it was great to meet you, really." He shook my hands and went back to talking with Hank.
So I headed upstairs taking my time, when I got back down stairs, Drew's roommate had joined the conversation. I was introduced to Will. Drew appeared a bit uncomfortable when Hank said we were, "roommates, best buds and," he paused and I wondered if he was going to say fuck buddies, but instead he said, "lovers."
Will's eyes smiled as if was thinking, `Oh, boy a bunch of fags.' I thought sure that is what he was thinking. He, like Hank, seemed to be the consummate jock; blond, apple cheeked guy that exuded masculinity.
Course, then I thought so does Hank and he's gay.
Then Hank surprised the shit of me by saying, "I just invited Will and Drew to help out with Thomas' photo shoot on Tuesday. Will said if he was going to do it, so was Drew. So they are in and want to get some extra money."
I was wondering if Hank had told him about Thomas' other photo shoots. But I figured he hadn't. Had he seen the look on Drew's face when he looked at Will? Was that what got him wondering what would happen if the two guys had to be nude around each other?
And I saw the way Drew looked from Hank to Will and thought, yeah, he's straight. My ass!
Hank put his hand on Drew's shoulder and I saw Drew tense up. Hank was talking to him telling him how great it was that he got me talking and that I had introduced myself. Hank said that he had been working on getting me to be more outgoing.
Will laughed and said, "Maybe I should let you work on my roommate then. He is seriously introverted. The guy could live along on a desert island, if he had his books and his music." He didn't say it in a derogatory way, but in kind of a friendly joking manner, but still Drew's ears turned red again and I noticed his kind of pointed ear again. I wondered if Will thought that was cute.
Hank added, "Well, maybe we can get the two of them together some time and maybe they can help each other out." I wondered if that was another of Hank's double entendre.
Will looked from me to Drew and I saw him thinking something similar. Did he think that Drew was gay?
"Say, we run in the mornings. How about the two of you join us tomorrow morning?" Hank suggested. "We run about 4 or 5 miles and Kyle is getting up to a pretty good pace." Hank looked at Will.
Will looked at Hank. I could see him wondering if this gay guy would really be able to run and to keep up with him. Maybe I was just projecting my paranoia and insecurities again.
"What time do you guys get started?" Will asked, not looking to Drew for any kind of response.
"We usually head out around 7:30. That gives us time when we get back to get a shower and breakfast before we head off to class," Hank said looking from me to Drew to Will. Was he trying to set something up here?
"Sounds good and I think it will do Drew some good to get out and about and to meet some other guys." I noticed he said guys and not people. Was he trying to say something?
"Okay, it's a deal then," Hank said and squeezed Drew's shoulder, as his hand was still resting there. "Meet you in front of the dorms at 7:30, then." He shook hands around and I did as well.
"You guys have fun this afternoon and evening," Hank said and I saw a questioning look pass across Drew's face.
"It's his favorite line, `have fun', he ends all of his e-mails that way," I said to explain his comment.
"Yeah, you should have some fun in life!" Hank said grinning from ear to ear. Was he doing it again?
We left and headed over to the library. I had to ask as soon as we were out of the dorm. "Why did you do that?"
"What invite them running?"
"That and the whole have fun and getting to know each other and showering and everything. I mean, I thought I saw a hint of disapproval on Will's face when you told him we were lovers." I said looking at Hank.
"Well, I could have said we were fuck buddies. Do you think that would have gone over better?" He laughed.
"Actually, I thought for a moment, you were going to say that!" He laughed some more.
"No, really, what was that all about?"
"I thought I could see that Drew was really withdrawn," Hank said, stopping to look at me. "And little brother, I was really proud of you introducing yourself to him. That was really great!" He clapped me on the shoulder.
"And I think Drew has the hots for his roommate, but I think his roommate is clueless about it. Will must think that Drew is just shy and withdrawn and can't see that Drew is beside himself every time he is around Will."
When we got to the library, we actually spent the first couple of hours working. I hadn't been to the library in several days or even cracked a book since Thursday or Friday. I was caught up in the work almost from the instant I cracked the book and fired up my laptop.
Hank kept at it as well. I did look up once and saw him staring at me and smiling. I flushed a bit and gave him a smirk, shook my head and went back to my paper.
About an hour later I stretched and looked over at Hank. He saw me yawn and caught it and stretched and yawned as well. When he stretched his t-shirt pulled up and I saw his washboard abs.
I smiled then as I thought of the things he had done to and with me here in the library. I wanted to get back to work but the images kept flashing through my mind. I looked back at Hank and he was smiling at me.
I felt he was picturing me naked in the stacks and I mentally shook my head again and tried to focus back on what I was doing.
I looked up at Hank again a second later and he was smiling with his hand down the front of his pants. I knew where his hand was and what he was doing with it.
He didn't even look around as he pushed the front of his jeans down and rubbed his pubic hair that was now on display. I look up at his face and he was smiling more broadly.
I looked back down and saw that he now had the head of his cock out of his pants and waving it back and forth at me.
He was having his usual effect on me. I was boning up as he continued to play with himself. He unbuttoned his top button and let more of his cock show. I groaned and moved my cock to reduce the pressure on it.
Hank zipped down his pants and let his cock flop out. I saw it swell and move. I licked my lips and squeezed my cock.
Hank laughed, stuffed his cock back into his pants and zipped up. "Back to work."
I groaned and muttered, "Fuckhead!"
He laughed loudly, provoking a "Shhh!" from the other side of the stacks. He smothered another laughed, scratched his crotch.
"Assface!" I said in a stage whisper. I shook my head and tried to go back to work. Asshole, I thought as I look back at my computer and the books. I saw Hank naked sitting at the table across from me in my mind's eye and inwardly groaned.
It took me a while to get focus back on the paper I was working on. I had just become engrossed in the project and taking notes when I felt a foot in my crotch. I looked down to see Hank's naked foot massaging my crotch.
I tried not to indicate that it mattered to me and went back to typing and reading. But he kept up the pressure and the kneading of my crotch. When I finally sighed, I heard him chuckle.
"I knew you wouldn't be able to concentrate with that going on, but you were trying to ignore me, weren't you?" he whispered to me.
"Fuckhead!" I whispered back as I reached down to adjust myself.
"Take him out and give him some air," Hank insisted.
I looked to see if anyone was in the stacks nearby and then reached down and unzipped my pants. My cock sprang free and finished swelling. It pointed towards up and Hank smiled. He moved back down in his seat after looking and put his foot up and used his toes to stroke my cock.
I stifled the moan that rose from the sensations he was causing me. He stroked for a minute or so causing me to sink back in my chair and enjoy the pleasure.
He removed his foot and said, "Back to work." He went back to his book and laptop and I was left high and dry, except that I wasn't dry any more. My cock had begun to drip and wanted more.
"You can't stop now!" I whispered urgently. I wrapped my hand around my cock and squeezed.
"Put that thing away and get back to work," Hank said with a laugh.
I moaned and stroked again, but did as he said. This time it took me longer to get back into the groove of studying. I kept feeling his foot on my cock.
But I got back to work and really dug into the paper and got a lot accomplished. Hank finally said we could knock off for the night. I packed up my stuff and followed him downstairs.
Outside, I followed him as he headed out across the quad, but out into the darkest part. I wondered what he had in mind.
When we were totally in the dark, he said, "Take off your clothes." I looked around and didn't see anyone. I thought about it for a minute and then dropped my shorts and then pulled off my t-shirt. I boned up readily, standing naked for anyone to see.
"Hand me your clothes." I picked them up and handed to him. Before I would have been nervous and paranoid, but I knew I could trust him. His smile just got wider as he saw my dick now up and pointing at my chest. He reached over and pulled it down and then released it, causing it to snap against my chest.
I moaned and he chuckled. "Sir, Everhard is back!" I looked at him and smiled.
"Your turn now, big brother," I said challenging him.
He smiled, never turned his head to look, but dropped his shorts and pulled off his shirt all in one quick motion. I saw him swelling and rising to the occasion.
"Nice!" I said, reaching over to do what he had done to me. I heard him moan as his dick snapped him in the stomach.
Getting bolder, I said, "Are we going to stand out here and jerk off, or are you going to suck me, right here, or do I get to fuck you right here on the lawn?"
I saw his cock swell. His smile broadened. "You are getting to be quite the exhibitionist, little brother."
He moved closer and gripped my cock in his left hand and squeezed. I groaned and almost went to my knees.
"No, we are just going to take a stroll in the beautiful night air and see who can last the longest before having to put on their clothes."
He picked up my clothes and I picked up his. It really didn't matter, we could wear each other's anyway.
He headed out across the lawn. I followed him as he skirted around a couple of buildings until we were at the quad. Then suddenly I had an idea.
"Let's streak the quad!" I said in a loud whisper.
He looked at me and I watched his face in the white wash of moonlight. "Good idea, little brother!" He pounded me on the back. I looked at him and saw that his dick had gone down like mine had. In fact, his was probably soft sooner than mine. He just seemed to have better control that way.
"So let's leave our clothes here, run across the quad, jump in the fountain and then run back."
My heart was pumping now. I could see a couple of people out and about on the quad. This was going to be wild!
"Ready?" he asked. I nodded, not trusting my speech at the moment. He was grinning from ear to ear. "Go!" he yelled and took off. I ran then a couple of steps behind him. He let me catch up to him so that we were now running side by side.
As we headed across the quad, we were seen by some of the people who started to yell and point. They were laughing as there commotion brought more attention to us.
Hank smiled and waved to them. I think my ears got a bit red. But we kept up and were more than half way, when they started clapping. More people showed up from somewhere. They joined the clapping.
Now I was in the spirit of things, so I raised my arms over my head and pumped them up and down a la Rocky. Hank did the same.
We made it to the fountain, jumped in, splashed around in a circle, and laughed our asses off at how cold it was. We jumped out and head back towards our clothes. Now the students were lined up along the path as we ran by.
Hank, ever the show off, turned around and ran backwards a couple of steps. I knew if I tried that I would fall on my ass.
I looked ahead to see how much further we needed to run. I thought I saw someone standing by our clothes.
The crowd continued to grow and clap as we raced the last dozen yards or so. I finally made out the figure holding our clothes. It was a large, stern looking man with a scowl on his face.
We stopped in front of him and gulped in air. "Nice night for a run, boys," he said looking each of us up and down.
"Yes, it is, sir," Hank said, hardly winded at all.
My heart was racing from the exhilaration of running and showing off in front of those people. Adding to that was the panic at what would happen next. Shades of the movie theatre ran through my mind.
"Why don't you boys follow me," he said as he turned, picked up our packs and headed around the corner of the building. We really didn't have a choice but to follow.
He went down a couple of steps at the side of the building and using a key from a large ring, opened the door. He made sure were behind him and when Hank caught the door, he moved on down the hall.
He led us down the hall, past several doors, until he stopped at one, found another key and unlocked it. He held the door as we entered. Inside, he put down our packs and clothes that he hand been carrying on one arm as if they weighed nothing.
"Alright, why don't you boys stand right there with your hands behind your head, while I make a couple of calls." Hank moved into position as if he had done it before. I followed suit as fast as I could, looking at Hank to see how he had positioned himself.
The man went over to the desk, picked up the phone, dialed a couple of numbers, mumbled something into the phone and then hung up.
He went back over to our clothes and I thought he was going to hand them to us. Instead, he went through the pockets until he found our IDs. "Hank and Kyle. And you are roommates. Out for a little dare?"
When he didn't continue, Hank answered, "Yes, sir," in a deferential voice.
The man moved over, pulled out a chair from the desk, sat down and logged on to his computer. He began filling in some kind of form. I could see the fields being filled in, but not what he was writing. He was almost to the bottom of the form, when the door opened and three men entered. They were in the same dark clothing as the man that had brought us here. I didn't see any insignia or anything on their shirts.
They closed the door and then the tallest of the three, a large African American man, said, "I see you caught two more, Phil."
"Yep, they gathered quite the crowd, too." Our guy said turning in his chair. "I searched their clothes and packs and didn't find any drugs; and they certainly look healthy enough."
"Um hmmm, theys sure do," the tall one said in a perfect imitation of Morgan Freeman. I almost laughed, but fought it back.
"Did you check them out for needle marks?" another of the three asked. He was a man with a big pot belly and red cheeks as if he had been exerting himself recently.
"No, I was waiting for you, Bernard. You seem to like doing that."
"Okay, let's get them checked out, photographed and then we can process them," the tall one advised.
Bernard came over and took one of Hank's arms down and inspected insides of his arms. Then he did the other after having Hank return the other one to the position behind his neck. He checked that arm as well.
He checked Hank's armpits and down his sides, along his legs and had Hank raise one foot at a time and he checked between the toes.
"Sometimes they put the needles in behind the balls, so the tracks don't show," Bernard said, squatting down with difficulty and raising Hank's dick and balls to check. He spent a while checking around moving his balls and dick back and forth.
Then he said, "Okay, bend over, and use your hands to pull your butt cheeks apart."
Hank complied and Bernard went around and peered at Hank's butt hole. I was ready to laugh again, until I realized that I was next.
But before Bernard moved onto me, Phil was there with a digital camera. He took a couple of pictures and the flash nearly blinded me. At that point all I saw was flashes of light and the red after images. I heard the click of the camera at least a dozen times.
Then Bernard was on me. His hands were rough and calloused as he ran them over every part of my body. "Either your hair doesn't grow very long or you have been shaved recently," he said looking me in the face.
I didn't say anything.
"Which is it, boy, short hair or shaved?" he insisted.
"Shaved, sir," I said, in a voice just above a whisper.
"Speak up, boy. I can't hear you," he said into my face.
"Shaved, sir," I said a bit louder.
"Shaved! Who shaved you, boy?" He kept stressing the boy. He sounded like some stereotypical red neck from some Dukes of Hazards movie.
"My roommate, sir," I said and then realized I didn't remember who shaved me last. My mind wasn't working correctly, I couldn't think straight.
"This guy? You let him run his hands all over your body with a razor? Boy, what's the matter with you? I might understand if it was some cute co-ed, but your roommate!"
I didn't respond because I didn't know what to say. He moved down and took my cock and balls roughly in his hands. He moved them this way and that; and he poked and prodded. I was desperately trying to think of my Aunt Edna naked to keep from having anything happen.
I must have swollen a bit, because he said, "I think he likes it, Phil."
"You'd like it, too, if anyone would get close enough to that mutation you have between your legs," Phil said which was answered by laughter from the other two.
Bernard, then told me to turn, bend over and spread `em. I know my face went red then, but it wasn't my face that he was looking at. He seemed to peer a long time at my hole, pocking around with his finger.
Then I heard the unmistakable snap of a latex glove going on. Next I felt a cold glob against my hole and then a finger intruded. I moaned and then bit my lip. He pushed his finger in and wiggled it around.
Then a second finger was added. He found my prostate and prodded it good a couple of times.
The fingers were withdrawn, I heard the sound of the glove being removed and then heard, "Okay, stand up and back into position."
I looked down at myself as I stood and turned, knowing what I would see. That manipulation of my prostate had caused me to swell a bit more. I was flashing images of Aunt Edna, lying on her back in bed, naked and spreading he legs. I thought I would throw up!
But I think it had the desired effect. More flashes and I didn't know if it was Hank or me that was getting photographed. It seemed to me that the room had been in a constant of flashes since the first few. As if they had wanted to record everything they did.
"So, I guess we will take you boys down to the station, put you in a cell and you can wait there for someone to bail you out," the tall man said. Then he added, "And you best hope that whoever it is gets there quickly, because some of those guys in that holding tank, might like to take a try at that white ass of yours!" I started sweating more. It was rolling down from my armpits.
I couldn't take being taken to jail like this. It was one thing to streak the quad, but to be taken naked to the police car and then paraded through the police station to the holding cell. I couldn't do it. I was going to lose it soon and Hank wasn't saying anything and I couldn't see him out the side of my eyes.
Nothing was said and the tension built up in the room. I heard a bit of rustling of papers and the flashes of light continued, almost like a strobe. It was all getting to me.
I was going to pass out at any moment. This is it, I thought. My life is over as I now know it! Man was I fucked!
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