"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 corner 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!
I started shaking all over then. My eyes started to roll up, and Hank reached over and grabbed me. He held me up and said, "Charlie, I think you went overboard with the jail thing."
The guys started laughing, and I was trying to figure out what the fuck was going on. When my breathing came around, and I could stand, I looked at Hank and said, "What the fuck is going on!" I was pissed.
"These are some of the grounds men from the college. My brother introduced them when I came for a visit. They love pulling this shit on unsuspecting freshmen."
I was pissed. I didn't think it was funny at all. I went over, grabbed my clothes and pack, and headed for the door. The big black guy tried to get hold of my arm, but I twisted out of his grip and pulled the door open with a bang. "Kyle!" Hank yelled, as I stormed down the hall. "Come back! It was just a joke!" I just kept on walking.
"Look, I am sorry," he said as he ran up beside me.
I didn't say anything. I just kept walking.
"Hey, little brother! Yes, I am an asshole. I admit it; I am sorry!" He was beside me trying to get me to look at him.
I wouldn't and I just kept walking. He started to grab my arm and I twisted away from him. I was furious, and I was not going to be cajoled by his self- deprecating ways!
I pulled open the door to the outside and went out. He followed me, and then realized he had none of his stuff. I didn't care. I kept walking and pulled on my t-shirt as I did, and then hopped and skipped to get my legs into my shorts as I headed for the dorm.
He kept up his monologue of apology and trying to get me to stop and listen to him. He tried joking, yelling, pleading, and begging, but I would have none of it. Every time he tried to touch me, I just twisted away.
Had I been thinking rationally, I would have known that he could have physically stopped me any time he wanted. He was definitely stronger than me. But then I wasn't rational. I just kept going, heading back to my room. It didn't dawn on me that it was OUR room. I just wanted to get away from him.
It took a while for it to sink into my brain, but I heard the whistles, jeers and laughter finally, and looked around. Hank was walking naked beside me, not concerned about the people on the quad that were there.
One guy came up and tried to pat Hank on the ass. "Nice ass!" the guy said.
Hank turned on him and swung the guy's arm away. "Fuck off!" Hank said, and continued to follow me.
That got to me, but I couldn't stop now. I knew I was putting him at risk by continuing on. More and more people would see him, and eventually the campus police would show up. The real campus police, and then he WOULD be in trouble. Maybe he needed that.
Fuck! Why did he have to do that? I loved him and all, but the asshole really pushed the wrong buttons this time. And I couldn't let him get away with that.
Now, I was thinking a bit more rationally as my anger had worn off, but I couldn't turn to him now. He was an asshole and he needed to learn a lesson, but would I/could I do this to the guy I loved?
I started to stop, but then shook my head and kept walking. People were now following us, and I realized we had gathered a small crowd.
Now I felt miserable. I had brought all this attention to us and it was causing a scene; but I didn't know how to get out of it. I looked up and saw that we were nearly to our dorm.
I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to hurt Hank, but I felt he had hurt me. I had been angry at him, and was still probably a bit angry with him. I couldn't turn around and walk back to his clothes without this crowd following us all over the place. I knew that security would be showing up any time now.
I turned slightly and looked at him, with tears running down my face. He looked pathetic there; naked, surrounded by the group of students. The girls were laughing at him behind their palms, and the guys were laughing and pointing. But I think they were just jealous. He looked so gorgeous and wonderful standing there.
"Look, you're an asshole all right." He just nodded.
I took my t-shirt off and threw it to him. "Cover yourself up, before you get all the girls and half the guys drooling all over your body." That brought some laughter.
He caught the shirt and tied it around his waist, covering his crotch. His ass was still uncovered, but there wasn't much I could do about that. I looked at him and tried to smile through the tears.
"Look fuckhead," I said, and paused. Could I really do this in front of all these people? He looked so desperate and so vulnerable standing there with my snow patrol t-shirt tied across his crotch.
I took a deep breath and said, "Look asshole," I took another deep breath. "Look, you fuckhead." I paused again and looked at the people around us. Why wouldn't they just go away!
"Look, assface, I love," I hesitated, and there was a `wooooo' from the crowd. "Oh, fuck it! I love you, Hank, but if you ever do that to me again, I'll," and I didn't know what I was going to do.
But now there were jeers of lover's quarrel' and ah, ain't that cute." But Hank would have none of it.
He walked towards me and said, with tears now streaming down his face, "And I love you, Kyle!" He grabbed me,wrapping his arms around me, and squeezed. I squeezed back, and then he turned and kissed my tear-stained cheek.
I heard fucking fags' called out, and someone else said, get a life, asshole!' Others were going ahh,' and I heard one girl say, Paul, why don't you ever say you love me like that?" and there was a roar of laughter.
Hank whispered, "Let's get out of here," and led me through the door of the dorm and over to the elevator. The guy at the reception desk did a double take, as he saw Hank's naked ass go by, and raised his hand as if to say something, then shook his head.
We got in the elevator and Hank started in. "I am sorry, I am sorry, I was an idiot." I wanted him to keep going, but I wanted him to stop as well.
"I completely spaced on the whole thing at the theatre and the cops and all. I KNOW how paranoid you are and so scared and so fragile. I should have known better. But I thought you would get a laugh out of it."
I didn't like the fragile part, but he was right; he should have known better. I grabbed him and pulled him in for a kiss. "Asshole," I said, when I released him.
He laughed, but kept looking at me to make sure it was okay to laugh. The elevator opened and he walked along the hall in front of me, and I had to laugh at his ass bobbing along with my t-shirt tied over his lower back.
He laughed and pulled it off completely. "I thought I was going to have to follow you around the whole campus naked." He saw a look in my eye, and hurried on, "which I would have done, if it would help make up for the mess I made."
The image of Hank walking around campus, and the gang of people that were following us, gave me a mental image that made me smile.
"Maybe you still could. There were several people down there that would like to see more of you."
He stopped in front of our door, held out his arms, and turned slowly. "How much more of me is there to see?"
Inside the room, I slipped off my shorts and put down my pack. Then Hank pulled me over to the bed and pushed me down on it. He started kissing me and feeling me up all over. He knew the buttons to push, and had me hard and panting in seconds.
There was a knock on the door. Hank shook his head, but the knock repeated. ? Hank climbed off of me, with his dick leading the way, went to the door, and said, "Who is it?"
"It's Phil. I have your stuff."
Hank shook his head and then opened the door. Phil nearly fell in the door when he saw Hank's condition.
He got to his feet, and his jaw fell open as he looked from Hank, to me, and back. Hank was enjoying his consternation. He nearly dropped the pack and the clothes, and tried to say something, but he was tongue tied.
Hank stood there, casually reaching down and wagging his dick up and down. Phil's head moved up and down as Hank's dick moved.
"See what you are missing out on, Phil?" Hank laughed, and said, "the missus doesn't have one of these, does she Phil?"
I gathered that he was married, but seemed to enjoy guys. "You want to taste it, Phil?" Hank waggled it again. Phil licked his lips. "Or would you rather watch Kyle and I go at it?" I didn't want that to happen. As much as I was into exhibitionism, I wasn't sure I wanted a leering man to watch us.
"Did you bring your camera, Phil?" Hank was really pushing Phil now.
Phil was so tongue tied; not at all like he had been when he was bullying us.
"I'll tell you what, Phil, you strip down and you can sit in the chair and watch, or you can take pictures, or, if you want, you could join in. I know Kyle would probably like a go at your ass."
Phil was nearly panting. Hank stood and watched as Phil peeled his clothes off quickly, trying to get out of his shirt and pants at the same time.
He wore a white tank top over his pot belly and checkered boxers. His legs were very hairy and, as he moved, I saw the hair on his shoulders. He pulled his shirt off and then looked at Hank, and then me, as he pulled down his boxers.
His dick sprang up as he pulled them off. It was uncut and about 6 or 7 inches long. His pubic hair was thick and his balls hung down low.
By the time he was finished and stood up, he tried to cover himself, but then removed his hand,s and nervously smiled.
"Why don't you go over there with Kyle," Hank said, walking to the desk.
"Take a lick of Kyle's dick, see what it tastes like." Phil was nearly drooling as he leaned into my dick. I didn't know what Hank was up to. Phil closed his eyes and lowered his head onto my cock.
The flash went off a couple of times, and then Phil realized what was going on and raised his head.
"That should look nice on the campus web site. I can see the headlines now. `Grounds man tastes student's stamen'." Phil face went ashen.
"You wouldn't do that, would you, Hank?" He started shaking, and I thought he was going to cry. "I would be ruined."
"Oh, should I just send it to the head of grounds then?"
"No, please!"
"Okay, then Phil. Here's the deal. I will delete these pics and you keep your mouth shut about what you have seen here. Not that I care if anyone knows if we are gay, but I can hear you being lascivious about the whole thing and making up all kinds of kinky things that we were doing."
"I would never...," he started to say.
"Well, then I will just keep these pics to make sure that you don't. And I want all the pics you took of Kyle and I sent to me, and then destroy any copies you have."
"Of course, whatever you say, Hank." He was now nervous.
"Okay, then Phil. Here are your clothes." Hank opened the door and dropped Phil's clothes outside the door.
Phil gasped and said, "You can't do that Hank!"
"Why, you paraded us around naked and brought in strangers to see Kyle and I naked. And you wanted to show us off to other people, right?" Hank seemed to know Phil rather well.
"And you came here; you volunteered to come here, didn't you; so you were hoping to catch us naked and doing something."
Phil only looked at his pile of clothes outside the room. I looked and saw that his cock had completely deflated.
"But you can't make me go out there naked and put my clothes on, Hank." He was losing it fast. "Please!"
Hank had also deflated, and I could completely understand. He sounded angry. Was he getting back to Phil for my benefit? I didn't want to see Phil hurt.
"Hank, bring his clothes inside," I said.
Hank smiled at me, and I knew then that he had planned to do that.
"Okay, Phil, I'll bring them in, but you have to let Kyle and I have a go at your ass."
He was nervously looking around.
Hank laughed and said, "Phil, I am only kidding. I have been giving you a bad time, like you did to us."
Hank walked outside, picked up Phil's clothes, and brought them inside. All the time our door was open, and a couple of guys walked by and looked in. I saw Phil blanch again. He tried to crawl behind the bed and hide his head at the same time.
Hank closed the door and sat the clothes down inside the door. Phil came over and meekly began to get dressed. "You don't understand," he said in a very emotional voice. "Back when I was your age, I couldn't say I was gay. It just wasn't done." He was slowly dressing as he continued talking.
"So I got married, when it was getting uncomfortable not to be. I had kids and played the good husband. But I knew I liked guys, but could never do anything with anyone."
He paused, as if to get his voice under control. "I mean, if anyone ever found out, I would be ruined. So I never made any one night stands or anything like that." He now had his underwear and pants on. He sat down to put his shoes on.
"I would sneak off to another city and find an adult bookstore to watch movies or pick up a magazine, if I was feeling especially bold." He looked at us. I felt bad now for what Hank had done.
"Then the internet came about and it was much easier to get information. But the only thing I have had sex with in such a long time is my hand." He was really getting emotional.
"So the mere thought of being able to be around a gay, handsome man, was totally mind blowing. My fantasy has always been to have a young college man that I could explore. Not that I could ever do anything to him, other than touch, taste, and smell. I mean, I wouldn't want him to suck me or let me fuck him or anything."
He stood and put on his shirt and began buttoning it. "I guess you would say I am a confirmed bottom. I just wanted one time in my life to have that experience of pleasuring another man and really getting to explore a man."
He was crying now, and my heart was melting for him.
"Hank," I said, "Come here."
Hank came over and I whispered in his ear, "We have to let him do this. I know how he feels, and I am only 18. He has to be in his forties or fifties. I can't imagine going that long without getting to experience what you have let me have. That first time was completely mind blowing."
I swallowed and continued, "I mean, I now feel sorry for him. Yes, I wanted to get back at him as well. But now, after listening to his story, I can imagine what it would be like to not have had that experience for 20 or 30 years." I paused and got it together. "I think we should give him this gift. We can do this."
I looked at him and said, "You are always telling me to reach out to people. Think of Eldon."
That really got to him. He looked at me from eye to eye, reading me. He nodded, and went over to Phil. He put his arm around Phil. Phil stiffened. He thought some further embarrassment was coming.
"Phil, it seems that Hank has come to your defense. He would like for you to have your chance. And he wants you to understand that this is not done out of pity or anything, but a chance to share." Hank looked at Phil, and saw that he was getting emotional.
He first shook his head, but then he looked up and said, "You aren't just saying this? You aren't going to pull something on me again?"
"No, I am serious, and I apologize for being such a shit." He looked at me and said, "Seems I keep making an ass out of myself tonight." He smiled at me and I nodded.
"Go outside, and then give me a minute or two, and then knock on the door," he smiled. "I have an idea that I think you will like."
Phil smiled and wiped his eyes. He straightened his clothes and opened the door, and stepped out.
"Okay, let's get dressed. I want boxers for you, jeans, t-shirt and shirt, socks and shoes. I'll do briefs." He looked at me and said, "I want to give him the chance to undress us. And then I want us to undress him. I know he goes on about doing things for us, but I really want to make this special for him. If he is exploring me for example, I want you to be touching and exploring him. I want you to experience him as he experiences us. I will do the same. I think all three of us can learn something."
"Wow, that was a long speech!" I said.
"Asshole!" he said, and tried to snap his t-shirt at my ass.
We got dressed and had just finished tying our shoes when he knocked on the door. He was shocked when he saw we were dressed. Hank said, "Welcome Mr. Phelps. Your mission, should you decide to accept it, is to examine the two of us to see if we might be hiding some microfilm someplace on our bodies." Hank smiled.
Phil grinned and nodded. "So who would you like to start with? Kyle or me?" Hank asked.
He looked back and forth between us and said, "Kyle."
I went over and stood in front of him. I was smiling, and he was nervously smiling as well. His hands were shaking as he went to unbutton my shirt.
"Let's get this shirt off of you," he said, trying to get into the mood of the scenario.
I was observing him as he did this. I started looking at him, seeing more of him and the man he was, and had been. I could see, looking at his forehead, where his hairline had been, and the deep brown of his hair.
He finished unbuttoning my shirt and pulled the tails out of my pants. He worked it off of my arms and set it aside. He ran his hands over my chest and down to my waist. He pulled up the tail of my t-shirt and then pulled up from the bottom to remove it over my head.
I think he started to reach for my buckle, but then saw my shoes. So he sat on the chair and had me lift my foot, so he could untie the shoe. He played like he was checking the inside of the shoe, but I thought he was taking a whiff of it.
Hank must have seen as well, because he bent down and whispered something in Phil's ear. Phil reddened a bit, but nodded his head. He put the shoe up to his nose and took a deep inhale of it.
Then he raised my foot up and smelled it, and closed his eyes. I looked and saw his crotch was beginning to tent up.
He removed my socks slowly, and then removed the other shoe and sock in the same manner.
He stood up then and reached out his hands and, while they trembled, he reached for my belt buckle. He undid it and then fumbled with the button. I had to admit that this was beginning to be erotic, being undressed in such a way.
He unzipped my pants and then pushed them down. When they were around my ankles, I stepped out of them.
He leaned in and almost put his nose in the fly of my boxers. He closed his eyes and inhaled again.
His hands were warm as he put them on my waist. He then put his thumbs in the waistband and slowly, ever so slowly, started lowering them. His eyes were glued to the area that was being exposed as he lowered them.
He stopped when the top of my bush came into view, and then worked it down some more. And soon, past the top of my dick, then more and more, and finally over my balls, and then almost off. My dick had begun to rise through all of this.
He sighed when he saw my crotch fully exposed. He leaned in and inhaled again.
He pulled my shorts down until I was now standing naked. He was running his hands over my sides as he continued to stare at my crotch. He was kneeling. I thought he was going to lick it right then, but Hank said, "I think you need to get me into the same condition." ??Phil came out of his daze. He stood and began to work on Hank in the same way. When he was down to Hank's briefs, he ran his hand over the bulge there, touching and feeling.
Finally, he had Hank naked as well. Hank pulled him up and we slowly undressed him together, overwhelming him with the contact of our four hands. When we got him down to his boxers, his dick was peaking out of the fly.
He seemed to be getting embarrassed, but we didn't make anything of it, and inhaled him as he had us. He had a deep musk scent, along with a trace of something like Irish Spring.
We pulled his boxers off and he stepped out of them.
"I think you should have Kyle lie down over here so you can begin your exploration of him." I moved to the bed and laid down on my stomach.
Phil moved up and knelt on the bed beside me. I think he looked at Hank, because Hank said, "Take your time and explore all you want."
He started at my head and touched, tasted, and smelled his way down my body. I was laying with my head so I could see a bit of him and Hank. Hank was running his hands over Phil, exploring him in much the same way.
Phil's dick was hard and flicking up and down now and then. When he got to my butt, he spent considerable time exploring. I turned over and he proceeded to do the same to all parts of me, except my crotch. He was leaving that for last.
He came back and spent a great deal of time, smelling, touching, and just a bit of tasting. I was hard and beginning to drip from all the attention. He wiped up a drop and tasted it.
He started to turn to Hank, but Hank told him to lie down; that we wanted to explore him. Hank started at the feet, with me at the top, and began to explore him as he had us.
I was really interested in exploring him once I started. He was such a contrast to Hank and the others I had been around. At first,out his hairiness was strange, but I found how his smells and tastes were trapped there. And they certainly added a texture to the touching.
His arm pits were hairy, but the smell of the sweat, deodorant, and musk was heady. It was the same every where I went, and his hairy crack was amazing! I had never seen so much hair in a crack, and it was wild to taste and feel.
By the time we turned him over, I could tell he wanted to cum; he was reaching down and gripping his dick. Hank said, "Not yet," and moved his hand away.
After we had thoroughly explored him, he wanted to explore Hank, but Hank had other ideas.
"Lay back there for a moment." Then Hank moved so his knees were near Phil's shoulders, and I was the other way around. Then the two of us went to work on him. First, we gave him a tongue bath on his dick and balls. He was squirming after just a few moments. Hank went down on him, and Phil gripped his head and held him in place. Then it was my turn.
While I was on there, Hank took the lube, lubed up his finger, and began playing with Phil's hole. It wasn't long before Phil was thrashing on the bed and telling us he was going to cum.
I pulled off of him and stroked him urgently, while Hank was working his finger in his hole. He moaned and shot a huge load that went over his head and hit the wall behind him. The next blast hit him on the chin, and the rest went along his chest.
He was panting when he finished shooting, and reached down and pulled Hank's hand away.
"Amazing! Fucking amazing!" Tears ran down his cheeks. I think he was happy!
"Now it's your turn." We lay back on the bed, head to foot, and let him work on us. He was like a kid in a candy store until he had licked and sucked both of us. Then he settled on sucking me. He just couldn't seem to get enough, and he was really putting in the effort to do me well.
Hank turned and slid under him, and started sucking his rigid dick while Phil was working on me. Phil was moaning and groaning around my dick as Hank worked on his. He finally mumbled, "I'm cumming," around my cock, and he sent me over the edge. I started filling his mouth as he started filling Hank's. It must have been quite the sight.
He collapsed on the bed after that and said, "I can die a happy man now!" I laughed.
Hank lay beside him, with me on the other side, and we just held him for a bit. I couldn't imagine living a life without Hank, and wondered how many other 'Phils' were out there?
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