He grabbed me and hugged me and held me. "No! You aren't. Look, Kyle, little brother, if you'll still let me call you that, you are not a fuck up. You are a great guy and I like having you as a roommate!" He was really holding me and squeezing me. Shit! Fuck! He did care about me!
I squeezed back and said, "Thanks." Damn, I was a lucky fuck!
He finally let go of me when I quit shaking. "You are one mixed up kid, little brother. Someplace along the line, someone really screwed with your self esteem and self confidence. We are going to work on that this semester. By the end of the semester, you will be able to do anything you want and not be concerned with what people are going to think about you. You are a good kid and I think you have great potential.
"And regarding fucking up, look everyone screws up now and then, learn from your mistakes and go forward, don't dwell on it. And I know that is easier said than done, but we will work on it." He got up, picked up the shaving kits and put them on our dressers, took off his robe and hung it up and mine as well. He turned off the overhead light, hung up the towels and then came back to where I was. The only light was his reading light on the desk.
"Are you okay, now?" I nodded, I just couldn't speak at the moment, he had hit so much on the head and it rocked me that he cared so much about me. "Ready for bed?" I nodded.
He reached over and turned off his reading lamp and then came back to my bed. "Do you think it would be okay, if I just stayed with you? I want you to know that I do care about you. And frankly, I am pretty used to sleeping with someone, since I have slept with at least one brother, all my life."
I loved that. I moved over on my bed and he climbed in behind me. "Is it okay, if I spoon up behind you? I think it is the only way we are both going to fit on this bed." He chuckled a bit and I nodded and he moved up close behind me. Man, that felt good, to have a man sleeping next to me. I had thought about this possibility for a long time. I felt his cock against my ass and it felt good! My own began to grow again. I smiled at his comment of the energizer bunny.
I pushed back into him a bit and was content. I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face. I had great dreams. I can't remember the details but naked Hank was prominent in them along with his cock. Nice!
When I woke, I was facing the other way and looking into the back of Hank's head. I smiled. I moved closer and wrapped my arms around him and pulled him in closer to me. Nice. Then I realized I wasn't dreaming any more and didn't know how he would react to that. I became more awake and realized my morning wood was wedged along Hank's crack. Damn, that felt good! But again, I didn't know how he would take it. I tried to back up a bit, but was against the wall.
I felt him stir and then yawn and then a stretch. He rubbed his nose and said, in a sleepy voice, "Morning, little brother." He wiggled a bit and then said, "I see that the energizer bunny is ready to go again. He pushed his butt back against my cock. Then he rolled onto his back. "It's okay. Guys usually wake up with a morning wood." He lifted the covers, "See." I looked down and saw that he was hard as well. He took his left hand, wrapped it around his cock and squeezed. "Ahh! That feels good!"
He turned and looked at me in the face, "What do you usually do with yours in the morning?"
He smiled when he saw me flush, "I thought so. That is pretty standard as well. My brothers did as well, unless we had to be some place early." He held up his left wrist and looked at his watch. "Oh, shit! I have got to get going. I have a class in less than 30 minutes!" He reached down and squeezed my cock. "You can take care of that, but I have to get up and get out of here.
He scrambled out of bed and I loved seeing his naked cock pointing to the ceiling. Damn, was a sight! He went into the toilet and of course left open the door. In a moment, I heard his gush as he filled the toilet with piss. Then I heard the sink as he brushed his teeth.
He came out, grabbed some deodorant, looked over at me and smiled. "You okay, this morning, little brother?"
"Yeah," I said, enjoying the sight of him standing there naked.
"Don't forget you owe me twenty bucks!" and he smiled. He pulled out some clothes and started dressing. "I'll get it this afternoon. We can go through the clothes then. I have some I want to hand down to you." He looked at me again. "And wear a pair of your briefs. And when you jerk off, make sure you put some of the cum in a pair." I blushed and he smiled.
He gathered up his book, pack and headed out the door, with a "Have fun, little brother!"
I lay there for a bit thinking of all that had happened. I gripped my cock and stroked it a couple of times. Hank had his hand on it! And I had mine on his. Wow. I started to stroke and then I remember what he said about his porn collection. Along with all my other foibles I tend to me be a sneak. I like to look around people's stuff when they aren't around. I guess since I have secrets Then I expect that everyone else does as well.
I tossed back the covers and went over to his desk and sat down. I wiggled the mouse and the notice to do the control alt delete thing came up. I did that and then entered his password and smiled. I liked him being naked for me!
I went to the folder, opened one of the pictures and then started scrolling through them. There were several of him there, naked and hard. Several girls and one of him screwing some girl. He had a smile on his face for the camera and the girls face was not visible. My cock throbbed; he had let someone take a picture of him screwing a girl!
I studied the picture and then went to the next one. It was another shot of him at the same place and I guess with the same girl, at least the weave on the couch they were on was the same. This one showed his ass in the air obviously pumping in and out of her.
That hit me and I couldn't figure out for a while, then it clicked. I wanted to be the person he was fucking. My cock swelled and I began to drip. I had always wondered what it would be like to be fucked. I had put my finger in my ass and even tried a candle, but wanted to know what the real thing would be like and now more specifically what would it be like if it was Hank doing it to me.
I gripped my cock and stroked some more. Then looking at his beautiful ass, I wondered what it would be like to fuck it. Made that made my cock surge and drip some more. I rubbed the precum over the head of my cock. I liked how sensitive that made my cock. Fucking Hank! What a dream. It could never happen, but it was a nice dream.
I went on through the pictures. I found one of what must be Hank and his brothers. Naked! They looked so similar, same dark hair and same pattern of hair on their bodies, except for one. He was less hairy than the others and had only a touch in the center of his chest and leading down from his navel to his crotch. This had to be Bill the one that Hank said reminded him of me. But they were standing there, outside someplace, naked and looking like some ad for Abercrombie. They had to have let someone take a picture of them this way.
That made me throb again. I always thought when looking at porn, that the person was on display because they had allowed someone else to see them doing whatever it was and to take their picture. For me, this was a turn on, to be observed while I did these things. That's why jerking off for Hank last night had been so wild.
That reminded me, I went over and got another pair of the briefs. Then I thought of something else and went over to the closet and got down the boxers that had both of our cum on it. I brought it to my face and inhaled. Man that smelled good!
I went through some more pictures. There were a couple of guys jerking off, but that had someone else's hand on their balls. I wondered if these were some of the guys that Hank had hung out with. That thought brought new surges to my cock and I stroked some more. Hank playing around with his friends, wow, I tried to imagine all the stuff they might have done and my imagination went wild, seeing mutual jerk offs and the occasional dare to suck another guy off. The images flashed in my mind stimulating me further.
I went on through the pictures, skipping past the shots of women in various poses and stopping at ones that had guys in them. There was one of some guy getting a blow job, from a girl, but it was focused on the guy's cock and the lips encircling it. It made me throb. I so wanted to experience that, both the giving and the receiving. It had to be mind blowing. And then to swallow some guys spunk!
Man, I was getting close to the edge. Then a picture of Hank came up, only Hank without any hair! He had been shaved! Oh man! Is that what he meant about his brother's teaching him about shaving! Oh shit! That was so hot! And he looked as if he had been working out because the sweat glistened on his body. I began to stroke faster and grip tighter. Damn that was hot. I smiled, Hank hot and sweaty and shaved.
Oh shit! I was cumming! The rush rode over me and I was consumed by it and just went with the flow. It was so great! I pumped away spewing all over the floor between my legs. Fuck! Incredible! He was so hot! And he was my roommate! Damn!
After a bit, I squeezed the last of the cum from my cock. I looked at it on my hand and remembered last night. I brought it to my mouth and licked it off. Wow, that was good. Why had I always been so turned off by it before? Was it because I had now tasted Hanks? I shivered, damn that was good.
I took the briefs and wiped up the cum on the floor. That made me think of Hank's plan to sell my underwear. It seemed so perverted, but it turned me on at the same time. And I was going to get some money!
I was going to need it if I was going to continue to bet with Hank. And then there was that poker game on Friday. I needed money for that. I wondered how much I was going to need.
I closed the pictures and folders. I pushed back in his chair, stood, stretched, scratched myself and then headed over to the toilet. I thought for a moment and went back and got the briefs I had worn last night and the ones from this morning.
I stood and took a piss. While I was going I thought about Hank standing next to me pissing, damn that was hot. And for some strange reason, I wondered what his piss would taste like. I had tasted his cum, what was piss like. As I began to lose pressure I took the front of each brief and put a few drops on them. Then I wiped the last drop off the end of m cock and brought it to my lips. I stuck my tongue out and licked it off. Yuck! Salty, weird. What was I, a pervert, tasting my own piss? Then I laughed, I had done lots of new things in the last 24 hours, so who knew what perverted was.
I wiped the last drops on the briefs and reached to flush and thought of Hank's rule of `yellow is mellow and realized his piss had been in the bowl when I walked in. There was so much different now than I had ever had in my life and piss in the toilet was probably the least of it.
I got dressed in Hank's clothes from last night, grabbed my stuff and headed down to breakfast. I tried to get the same kinds of food that Hank had picked out for me yesterday. I smiled and thought of my big brother picking out my food and my clothes and, smile, sleeping with me! I sat down and as I ate, played through the scenes of the last two days.
I always tended to do that, see what I could have done different, second guess myself. And I had been a bit crazy last night with emotions going every which way. Up and down, happy, sad and scared, what a roller coaster I had been on. I vowed that I was going to not go off on these namby-pamby emotional cesspools again. Hank had proved that he really meant that he did care about me.
It was getting easier and easier to talk with him. And I might even be able to tell him I was gay. Someday.
I finished up my breakfast and headed off to classes. I found today's classes a bit more easy to follow than yesterday's. I even heard some of the lectures, but now and then my mind would wander to some picture of Hank. Hank naked and walking along the path last night. Hank holding holding my cock. Me holding Hank's cock. Then I would shake my head and focus back in on what was happening in front of me.
At lunch, I grabbed what I thought was a healthy salad and sat down by myself to eat it. I looked around at the clusters of people sitting, chatting, laughing and eating. That had never been me. Maybe that would change now with Hank around. Pictures of Hank flashed in my mind and then an image of a strip poker game and my cock swelled. Damn, that was hot and scary and wild all at the same time. Seeing a bunch of guys naked and sitting around, had to be wild!
I finished up my salad and water, put away the trash and headed back out to the next class. I caught myself smiling and kind of strutting as I walked along. This definitely wasn't me. I was never this happy as I walked along. Hank was certainly having an effect on me!
I made it through the next two classes, took my notes, gathered my assignments and generally paid attention, with only the occasional daydream. I noticed my smile and walk as I headed back to the dorms. Hank would probably be there!
I got to the room and sure enough, there he was, naked and lying back on his bed. He looked up and smiled when I came in. "How was the day, little brother?"
"Great!" I said meaning every word of it. I sat my pack on my char and began getting undressed, looking forward to being naked with Hank.
"And did you have a good session with mother thumb and her four sisters?" He smiled. I looked blank and he made a gesture over his crotch of jerking off and I got it. And blushed of course, Damn! I was getting tired of that.
He laughed, "It's okay. Don't be embarrassed. I told you I would have if I hadn't overslept. Tonight we set the alarm. We have to run in the morning." He smiled. He looked at his watch and said, "Speaking of which, we should get over to the gym to do our lifting."
I wasn't so sure about this. My legs had been a bit tired this morning and I could feel my stomach muscles as I moved today. I started to say something, but Hank said, "Little brother, we are going to start out easy with your and work up the weight and amount of reps to break you into this. I am not trying to make you a muscle bound pro wrestler, just add more definition to your bod."
He pulled out a gym bag and put his shoes, shorts, a jock and t-shirt in it. "Put that jock and shorts you wore yesterday and the shirt in here. We are going to have to get you some running gear and some better shoes, but those will do fine for workouts. You can just keep them." He smiled and said, "And my brothers always had this thing where we would only wash our workout clothes once a month. We tried to see who could get their's the stinkiest!" He laughed as he saw the look on my face.
"I bet you get into it as well. Once you get all those masculine testosterone smells going, you'll be amazed how much it helps you get more out of a workout." I put the stuff in the bag, wondering if I was going to agree with him. But had decided back at lunch to give whatever he suggested a try. He really did seem to now what he was doing and did seem to really care about my welfare.
He then dressed and I followed suit. He looked over and smiled when he saw what I was wearing. "Yeah, we will get the clothes thing squared away as well, little brother." He reached over and ruffled my hair. It seemed to be one of his favorite gestures.
Out in the hall heading to the stairwell, the two episodes from last night ran through my mind. Twice I had been naked in this hallway! Wild. Living with Hank was definitely wild!
On the way over to the gym hank asked me about my classes and told me about his. He said we were going to have to spend some time at the library tonight, as we needed to get started on our research for our papers. He had two papers due and I had two as well, but on different subjects.
At the gym, Hank led us over to a bank of lockers. He set down the bag and proceeded to undress. I had done this for two classes at high school and still wasn't comfortable with the whole naked and on display for whoever walked by. But I knew it was just part of the whole sports thing. I had changed often enough at the pool, but there were smaller sections to change in and I could usually find one all to myself.
But I followed Hank's lead, stripping off my clothes and hanging them in the locker. I stood there naked, conscious of the other guys around me in various states of undress, including naked; sitting on the benches chatting with other guys, scratching their nuts, all so unselfconsciously. A sea of male flesh. Hank pulled out my stuff and handed it to me. My jock already had a bit of aroma to it from the run yesterday. I couldn't imagine what a month was going to smell like.
Watching Hank pull on his Jock was great. He looked so perfect it in and filed out the pouch so well. His lightly hair covered ass contrasting to the white straps that crossed them. It was a good thing my jock was on, because the sight was having its effect on me. I pulled on the shorts, slipped on the shirts and sat down to but on the shoes. Hank stood and put on his shoes and used the bench to put his foot on to tie his shoes.
"All set?" I nodded, following him out a door and into a weight room. Well, not a weight room in the way I had imagined it, but one with a bunch of machines with stacks of weights going up and down. The place definitely had the smell of a gym. Maybe hank was right and the smell would grow on me.
He took me over to a machine, had me set down and explained how to use it. He set the weights and had me try it. Adjusted the weights and then told me to do 15 of them. I did without too much problem. Hank had me rest for a minute and then repeat them, but this time he wanted a faster pace. Then he sat down and did his with greater weight and at a faster pace.
This routine continued at machine after machine. After a bit a sheen of sweat developed over my body and then I began to really run with sweat. At one point I was on my back pushing up on a bar and Hank was standing at my head urging me on. I looked up and was looking up his shorts and into his jock. What a sight! I almost dropped the weight on my chest then.
It reminded me of the picture of Hank shaved and sweaty. My cock stirred in my jock. We finished up that machine and moved over to another one, where Hank stood next to me while I tried to pull up some weights with just my biceps. As I got set, I looked at him and said softly, "What did you mean about teaching me to shave, like your brother's taught you?" Then I started lifting not looking at him. I didn't want to give away any indication that I had seen the picture of him shaved.
He laughed. "You really want to know?" I nodded with gritted teeth as I continued to work on the weights. "Well it might be easier just to show you." He chuckled again. "You really want to know? I promised I would answer any question, didn't I." I nodded, eager to hear the story and cock swelling in anticipation.
"I guess I was 14 or 15 and my chest hair had come in and I was kind of strutting around showing it off. Especially since, my brother Bill, who was a year old than me, didn't have much. They said something like it was time I learned to shave. I didn't know what they meant because I had been shaving for a year or so by now. It ran in the family we all started shaving early in high school. Even bill.
"They laughed and said, `No, a real man's shave.' I had no idea what they meant. So they took me up to our room and I stripped as was normal in our room. They then put some towels down on the floor and told me to lay down on them. I did because I knew my brother's wouldn't hurt me. Yes, they played jokes on me, but they never hurt me. They came back with a large bowl of hot water, wash clothes, slippers, razors and shaving cream.
"They told me it was a right of passage, that I would appreciate my manhood more after this. I thought they were going to shave my face in a unique wa. Then they proceeded to shave me everywhere, except my head and that they used clippers on and cut very short. They worked for a while and there wasn't a place on my body that they didn't touch. Not only was I shaved, but I was examined on every inch of my body. I had no secrets after that; there wasn't anything they didn't know about me."
"Did you, I mean, did," I was sweating between his story and my attempts to get all my reps done.
"Did I get hard?" He smiled, "Do I not know where your mind goes?"
I nodded as I blushed and felt even warmer than I was.
He chuckled, "Of course, I did. They touched ever spot on my body finding every erotic location on me and stimulating them to the max. They wanted me to know what pushed my buttons, so I would know more about my body." He paused, smiled and looked at me in the face, "And to answer your next question, yes, they made me lay there and jerk off for them as the final part of the rite." He grinned and I wanted to look at his crotch to see if it was reacting the way mine was. "It is an incredible feeling about not having any hair around your dick and balls. Everything is so sensitive and different and strange. Yeah, they had me jerk off and I blasted like I hadn't blasted in a long time.
"They laughed when I finished, but in a good natured way and then rubbed my jizz all over my body until they had rubbed it all in. By the time they finished I was hard again and they chuckled and said, I would have to wait to take care of that later.
"They stuck me in the shower then and Bill, the next oldest had to scrub me from top to toe, to make sure they hadn't missed anyplace. Yes, it was definitely a rite of passage. So I was thinking I might have to perform this rite on you. What do you think?"
My cock was swollen and straining at the jock. I wanted it so bad. It sounded like such an intimate act. I nodded, not trusting my voice. He chuckled and ruffled my hair AGAIN, and said, "Okay, little brother, let's plan on it. Probably after we get back from studying at the library. Is that soon enough?"
I nodded and my cock throbbed and I imagined laying out naked while he worked over my body! Damn, the image was incredible. My cock was now straining the fabric of the jock. He took notice of my bulge and smiled. "E.B"
I couldn't help but laugh, which made me drop the weight with a clank. He laughed and told me to stand up, it was his turn. I really didn't want to stand up as my bulge was prominent, but I did and stood facing the machine he was on. I looked down and his bulge seemed a little bigger. I smiled as well.
He reset the weights and began his set, effortlessly, at least he would for the first couple then on the last set I knew he would really push it. As he push it, he said, "In all those hobbit moves, wasn't there a sword or something called Everhard? I think that it should be your nickname. Sir Everhard! What do you think?" He was laughing as he tried to continue his set and he looked up at me.
I was grinning like the proverbial village idiot. I didn't there was a sword by that name, but I kind of like the sound of it. All royal and manly and macho and all. I nodded and said, "That's me, Sir Everhard" and I gripped my crotch and squeezed. I didn't think anyone saw me, but he laughed and dropped his bar with a clank. I went red. I felt the flush rush along my body.
"All right then, Sir Everhard the Red, it is then." I got the red part and matched the phrase and grinned again.
He laughed again and muttered, "Everhard, that is it and definitely describes you. How do you ever get anything done except jerking off, if you go around like this all the time?" I took it as a rhetorical question and didn't respond. I felt the heat radiate out from my face once again.
He picked up his bar and finished out his set. He took me around to a couple more machines and talked a bit more about life around his house. How he and his brothers helped around the house, taking turns cooking and helped with the laundry, dishes and chores, everyone pitching in. It sounded great. I am not knocking my mom but she didn't cook very much, so we had frozen dinners or fast food when we wanted to splurge. A big feast was one of the store bought rotisserie chickens, instant mashed potatoes, gravy and green beans. His house sounded wonderful.
"One of these breaks we have, you should come home with me and meet my family. What do you think?"
"Yes!" I said so quickly that he laughed.
"Well, don't be so pessimistic about it!" he said and laughed. I couldn't wait and wanted to get back to my room, I mean our room, to check out when the next break would be.
We finished up our workout and I was wiped out. We headed back to the locker room with our workout clothes now drenched in sweat. Back at our lockers, Hank leaned in close to me and said, "Let a little piss leak out into the jock. Get it nice and seasoned and we should be able to get a good price for it."
I stood there looking at him and he just nodded and motioned for me to go ahead. I looked away from him and tried to concentrate. I was going to piss in my, I mean his jock. I managed to force out a couple of drops and he looked at me. He leaned in again and said, "It looked like you were trying to shit your pants by the look on your face, Sir Everhard."
I laughed and realized I was tensed up. I relaxed and proceeded to strip off my workout clothes like Hank had done. When he was naked, he raised one arm and sniffed his armpit. "Man, that is man smell. Isn't it?" I leaned in closer and put my nose in his pit and smelled. I nodded, moving back and looking at him. Wow, talk about the essence of Hank.
"Hey, Everhard, I meant for you to smell your own pits, not mine." He reached over and ruffled my damp hair. And of course, I went on the match the color of the other part of my new name. Damn it!
He chuckled as he headed over to the showers. He picked up a towel along the way and hung it on a post outside and then stepped in. I followed along and found myself in a tile room with stainless steel pillars that had multiple showers nozzles around the top. Hank chose one and I took the one next to him and turned on the water.
I looked around as I washed. There were six other guys in the room showering. This was the first time at the university that I showered with more than Hank. I was lost in admiring all the men around me. I managed to control myself and get myself washed up while there. I used the soap from the dispenser as Hank did and watched as he washed himself and thought of how he had washed my back last night. Then the image of his brother bathing him from head to toe flashed into my mind.
I turned my head back into the spray and tried to think of something else, so I wouldn't live up to my new nickname. I laughed at that once again and smiled to myself. Sir Everhard the red! Damn, it was great having a big brother to hang around with.
We turned off the water, walked out and grabbed our towels and dried off. I took full advantage of the opportunity to check out the guys that were drying off around us. All seemed very fit and athletic looking. I mean they looked like a bunch of rugby players or something, five o'clock shadows, damp hair, and sturdy, stocky builds. I had a mental image of the group of them playing naked on the field and smiled. What a sight that would be.
Back at the lockers, we dressed and Hank commented how good I looked in his clothes. And then congratulated me for wearing my briefs out and about. He leaned in close again and said, "Put a little piss in them," He stood there and watched me as I worked to make a small wet spot on the front of my briefs. He smiled when he saw that.
I buttoned up my shorts and zipped them up, wondering what was I becoming when I would piss my pants at my roommate's direction. I was afraid of that new person, it would just take some getting used to. Walking around naked, jerking off my roommate, wearing his clothes, pissing in them, sniffing his armpits. I smiled and the turn of events. Who would have thought?
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