I started to say something about me not being a "typical" gay person, but decided not to. Instead I said, "Look, college is supposed to be a place where you can try out things, experiment, find out about yourself, and find out about other people and real life."
He smiled, nodded his head, and we walked back inside. I thought, man, this kid could have his life turned inside out in the next couple of days, or he could continue being the Drew who came to the campus. I didn't know which would be better for him.
Back at the table, Will looked at Drew and then at me. He asked, "Everything okay?"
Drew nodded and I said, "Just a little man to man, talk." Will must have caught something in my tone because he didn't say anything else.
I ate my turkey club while Drew ate his chicken Caesar wrap. Hank and Will were still talking. Hank was talking about his brothers and some of the stuff they pulled around the house.
I talked to Drew and he told me about his favorite movies again -- Harry Potter. And his favorite music -- Brittney Spears. I mentally shook my head and thought he thinks he's straight? But I really knew now from all the guys that I had met and from being around Hank so much that exterior things didn't tell everything.
On the way home, Drew asked me about my school and family life. I filled in a little bit of my history, still not comfortable talking about myself so much. Hank had really pushed me on this along with Marshall but I still felt challenged being so open.
I found it easier to ask questions than to give answers. It seemed to go in waves, some times I could just talk away and other times I just clammed up. I was still not sure how to approach Drew tonight.
Back at the room, Will wanted to see Hank's pictures again. Drew grew increasingly uncomfortable. I suggested we go to his room while Hank and Will looked at the pictures.
At first he was nervous and pacing around the room. I sat on his bed and started talking to him asking him about books and music again. He settled down and finally sat down.
We kept talking and he kept leaning closer and closer to me. Finally, I turned to him and he leaned in and kissed me. Then he grabbed me in a hug and mashed my lips with his. He started running his hands all over me.
I responded and put my hand on his crotch and squeezed the growing bulge there. He moaned and grabbed my crotch. He grip was hectic and groping. Even with my limited experience, I knew that he was even less experienced that I was.
He seemed so eager; so consumed. I took his face and tried to kiss him passionately and with more control.
He pushed me back on the bed and his hands were everywhere trying to reach every part of me. He had hands on my chest, crotch and ass.
I tried to feel him and guide his eagerness. He was fumbling with my pants and zipper. I managed to get his zipper opened and took hold of his dick. He moaned, dug mine out and squeezed it awkwardly, nearly crushing my balls as well.
I was massaging his dick and rubbing my thumb across the head. He moaned and shot then. He curled up in a ball and began to sob. He withdrew his hands from me. He turned away from me. "Go away, please!" He was crying and moaning.
I got myself together and said, "Drew, are you okay?"
"Just go, please!" he said and then added, "Now, just get out of here!" He curled up into a ball and pulled a pillow over his head.
I left, but I was very worried about Drew.
Back in my room, Will and Hank were naked, hard and laughing on the bed. I took a look at them, but as hot as Will and Hank looked, I didn't want it at the moment.
I grabbed my cell phone and left the room. I called Marshal and explained what happened.
He thanked me and said he would check on him. I paced around until he arrived at the dorm. He told me to wait downstairs. He went up to Drew's room. I sat down, then stood up and paced again wondering what he would find.
Hank finally came down and got me and took me back to the room. He asked me what happened. I explained and he said, "Well, you did the right thing calling Marshall. He will get to the bottom of it."
We talked about Drew for a bit longer and then I asked him what went on with Will.
Hank laughed, "That is one horny dude! He reminded me a bit of Mikail. He wanted sex for sex sake and really didn't care how he got it!"
He shook his head and continued, "Once we were naked he wanted to try everything. He was confident, but eager at the same time. He wanted to stroke me and suck me and wanted me to stroke and suck him. We finally ended up in a 69 and began sucking together."
He looked at me and continued, "It felt to me like he was sucking me because I was sucking him. He would do it until I got him off." He smiled and said, "He has a nice cock," Hank looked at me and added, "but I would much rather have yours down my throat than his!"
I hugged him and smiled. I loved him more and more!
"But I think he wants to try more things. I think I am going to hook him up with Jim. Jim is totally uninhibited and will do anything with anyone! I think Jared has his hands full there!"
He looked at me, "And you, how do you feel about Drew?"
"You don't have to ask -- you are the one I want to be with! But I AM concerned about him. It was like a flood gate opened and he wanted everything at once. Then once he came, it was like guilt came pounding down on him. I hope Marshall can help him."
That made me think of something. "Do you think we will see him at the photo shoot or not?"
"I don't know. I guess we will have to wait and see."
We got ready for bed. It was so nice to snuggle up to Hank. I now couldn't image not being able to do this. I wondered if Drew was ever going to know this kind of happiness. I fell asleep feeling Hank's warm breath on my neck.
In the morning, we ran, did our sit-ups and showered. I didn't see Drew or Will at breakfast and I was worried about Drew.
I was really beginning to enjoy the foods that Hank picked out for me. It always seemed that he picked out perfect things for me. I smiled at him and he asked me "What?"
I shook my head and said, "Nothing." I just smiled at him.
During classes I was able to focus and participate in them. It really felt great. This was two days in a row and it was amazing. And once again, there was the guy with his pants sagging down and his t-shirt riding it up. I smiled and wondered what was under those loose shorts.
During lunch I dropped by Marshall's office. He let me into his office. I started asking about Drew. He held up his hand. "I can't tell you about Drew. But we had a long talk last night and again this morning." He looked at me and smiled, "All I can tell you is that he needs a friend. Just be there for him if he wants to talk."
"I don't know if he will want to talk to me," I said remembering how he had ordered me out of his room last night.
"Well, just be there if he wants to talk with you," Marshall said and patted me on the back. "Sounds like you are doing pretty good yourself from what I hear from your professors and from Hank." I blushed and then wondered when he had spoken with Hank.
"I hear you have a photo shoot today with Thomas. That should be fun." He patted me on the back again as he held the door for me.
I took the hint that he wanted me to leave. I smiled and wondered what I would say to Drew, the next time I saw him.
I went to my next class and then headed over to the Art Department to the photography office. Hank was there with Jared, Mikail, Jimmy, Billy, and a guy that had to be Reggie. Hank introduced me to Reggie.
I had not been around many black men, and I was about to see him naked. I had all these images running through my mind. I guess you would say preconceived notions, but already I was surprised. My notions tended to be all TV or movie based; thick lipped, broad flat noses, kinky hair or in corn rows, broad nose, hung like a horse, and all like hippity hop when he talked.
Reggie shook my hand. The first that struck me were his eyes. Hank was always big on looking into people's eyes. Me, I had always tended to avert my eyes. Hank says it was from lack of confidence. But Reggie's eyes sparkled and there was laughter in them, as if he was one happy guy.
And other than a slightly broad nose and caramel colored skin, he looked very similar to Hank. He had the cutest dimples and his nose came to a point, not flat at all. He had short wavy hair and broad smile, just like Hanks. He exuded that same kind of confidence that Hank did as well.
Everyone was beginning to undress and hang up their clothes in the lockers. Will and Drew came in just as I moved over to a locker. I was surprised to see Drew. I hadn't thought he would show. But I was glad he did. I tried to catch his eye and smile, but he wouldn't look me in the face.
I got undressed and hung up my clothes in the locker. I took my robe and put it on, not in the hurry I once would have been. These soft cotton robes seemed very flimsy. I watched as Will stripped while he joked with Hank. Drew quietly removed his clothes with his back to everyone else.
Otherwise, everyone else seemed unaffected by stripping down and putting on the robes. I looked over at Reggie. I don't know; I was curious to see what he had in the way of equipment, to see if the urban myths were true.
Well, he looked like all the rest of us, LOL, he had a cut dick that hung down about 3 inches over 2 egg shaped balls. His pubic hair looked trimmed, but not the tight kinky hair that I had expected. It was just wiry and black like Mikail's. I laughed at myself again. Hank was certainly expanding my horizons in many ways!
When the last person, Drew, was tying his robe Thomas came in. He explained that Eldon wasn't going to make it so we would be nine and what was going to happen, "We are going to go out to various places on campus. I will arrange you and take some shots. We will go to six different locations and we should be done in a couple of hours."
He looked around the room at us, "Everyone okay with that?"
We all nodded. Thomas led us outside and along a corridor. I thought what we looked like in my mind's eye. Nine guys in robes following this little Italian guy who was carrying a camera bag over his shoulder and one of his cameras. It had to look like some all male slumber party!
He took us to the steps that led up to the art building. They were marble steps. He moved us around into various positions until 9 of us were looking up at Mikail on the top step.
When he had us all in place and checked the picture through his camera, he came around and collected the robes. Everyone seemed fairly relaxed at being outside naked except Drew. He wanted to cover his crotch with his hands, but no one else did. In fact, Thomas made a point of telling everyone to put their hands at their sides for the shots.
He moved around and shot us from the back, all angled up towards Mikail. Thomas didn't seem to mind the few students that stopped to watch him work. I was getting used to being naked in front of people for photo shoots and was beginning to realize the difference between naked for sex and naked for photos.
I laughed at myself. I was getting comfortable being naked in front of people. Me, Kyle, was okay being naked in public. I couldn't believe it! We were there for 10 -- 15 minutes while he took various shots. Then he told us to grab our robes and we would move on to our next location.
I tried to get a look at Drew to see how he was doing. He had his hand over his crotch and he quickly walked for his robe. I walked up beside him as I tied my robe and said, "Think of your Grandma or great aunt, naked. It will help," I whispered to him.
He jerked his head around to me and looked at me strangely. "It helps you from throwing a rod when you don't want to." I whispered again.
He was quiet for a bit then nodded his head. There was a small smile on his face and a bit of a blush.
Thomas led us over to a lawn brilliantly lit by the sun between two buildings. He had us drop our robes and the lay down. We all laid on our stomachs, but alternated head to foot. Then he lined up and shot down our butts. I realized that it would be a great composition. There certainly were an assortment of colors and amounts of hair.
I was between Hank and Jared. Hank whispered to me, "Looks like Drew is doing okay."
I whispered back, "I told him to think of his grandma naked." Hank chuckled.
We were there for about 10 or 15 minutes again, before Thomas told us we could get up. We all dusted off grass as we stood up. I look around at Billy. He was smiling and looking at Jimmy. I wondered if the two of them had been fooling around.
Thomas marched us across the campus to cement wall. He had us drop our robes and line up with our hands over heads, sort of line a police suspects. He moved us around so the heights were staggered. Then after a couple of shots, he arranged us from shortest to tallest.
Next he took us to this stone bench that rest at the top of a knoll. From his camera bag he produced a couple of bottles of baby oil. He wanted us to oil ourselves up. But he wanted us to oil each other. Two at a time were brought up on the lawn next to the bench to oil each other up.
Billy and Mikail went first. Thomas took shots as they smoothed the oil on each other.
Once they were oiled up, he would pose them singly and together on the bench. In all the poses he seemed to be positioning them so their cocks weren't showing. But the light on the muscles, especially across their butts, was amazing.
I went next with Reggie. It gave me a chance to really explore his body. It was tight and firm with just a bit of extra flesh at his stomach. He let me spread oil across his genitals. I felt the hair in his crotch and the bit across his butt. I mean he was fit and all, but he didn't look all muscle-bound or anything like that.
He was business-like in oiling me up. When he applied the oil to my dick, I gasped a bit. He chuckled, just like Hank, and then massaged oil into my balls. "About time for another shave," he whispered to me with a big smile.
"I was letting it grow out," I said defensively.
He chuckled again, leaned in and said, "Yeah, but I think you would look hot if you were smooth!" The tips of my ears burned and I looked down.
He rubbed my hair like Hank would and laughed. "You are a good looking dude."
"Not so bad, yourself!" I said. Those dimples, I could just poke my fingers in them, or maybe something else. That thought made me smile.
Thomas posed us, intertwining our limbs. I knew the contrasts of shades would be awesome in black and white film. I was surprised about the "tan" lines on his body.
The poses were difficult to hold because of the way we were entangled. But we got through it. At one point my nose was buried in his hair and I was amazed by the smell. There was spiciness to it. I was so used to Hank's smells; his blend of musk, soap and "Hank". Reggie had uniqueness to his smell. It must have been the musky smell or his shampoo, but I wondered what he smelled like all over.
Smells really got to me. I wanted to smell his pits, his crotch and his ass. I would have to talk to Hank and see if we couldn't arrange something so we could spend some time together.
Jimmy and Jared were next and went through it like the lovers they were; oiling each other gently and with fondness. Thomas posed them in more embracing types.
Will and Drew were next and Drew was very timid in oiling up Will. He did small areas and closed his eyes as he did Wills crotch. I wondered if he was imagining his naked grandmother.
Will on the other hand was applying the oil in long swiping movements up and down Drew's body. He was very gentle with Drew's cock and balls. He didn't spend much time there.
When they were oiled up, Thomas posed them with Drew looking up to Will. Thomas had captured the relationship between them. In every pose Drew was lower than Will. In some Will would be looking down at Drew and in others Will would be looking off into space, while Drew still looked at Will. In none of them was Drew looking anywhere but at Will.
When they were done, Thomas had Drew oil up Hank. I knew Thomas was aware of how confident Hank was and unconcerned about nudity. But Drew seemed to be caught up in the process rather than what he was touching.
When Drew finished, Thomas first posed them together. He posed them in complex figures often crotch to crotch. I saw Drew's forehead sweating.
Thomas then took Hank and I and posed us. There were many with our arms over each other's shoulders. All the poses seemed so brotherly. Then in the last couple he posed us kissing. Hank holding my head and kissing me and then the other way around. It was wonderful!
He moved us away from the bench and had the nine of use mingle and entwine in complex poses. At one point it was a ball of nine guys with arms and legs in tangled but in a smooth surface.
He moved us in several of these complex positions. Hands were coming into intimate contact with each other. I found it great. I never knew whose dick or balls I was rubbing against. And hands over ass were amazing; all the textures of hair or no hair. Wow!
When he was done with these poses, he gave us back our robes. I realized then that we had gathered a small crowd of people watching us. I laughed to myself. Prior to meeting Hank, I would have gone gaga too see so many real live naked men together.
Thomas took us over to the gym then and took us into the players' showers. He first had us just taking showers washing the oil off of ourselves. He shot pictures of the nine of us in the showers. I figured they would look like candid locker room shots.
Then he had line up washing each other's backs. We turned around and began washing each other's fronts. Thomas paired us up again and had us washing our partners.
Since we were an odd man out, Hank and I got Reggie in our group. So Hank and I scrubbed Reggie. We found several ticklish spots on him. I was captivated by the contrast of the soap bubbles against his dark skin.
He in turn had great fun scrubbing Hank and I. His hands explored every part of our bodies. He managed to get me to begin to swell. He laughed. Hank said, "Where's Aunt Edna, when you need her?" That got me laughing and distracted. Reggie's broad smile was framed by those incredible dimples.
Hank is so relaxed and self assured that he just stood there and let our hands roam over his body.
I caught a look at Drew and Will. Drew had his head under the shower with his back to the rest of us. I was betting that the water was very cold.
Thomas then brought us towels and had us dry ourselves, then some towel snapping, which resulted in lots of laughing and bawdy comments.
When we done drying, he had us wrap the towels around our waists. He then took shots of us at the sinks shaving, combing hair and brushing our teeth. It looked like a scene right out of a jock locker room. I could see it again in my mind's eye; all these great black and white shots. Stark white towels and all these various shades of skin, hair and tiles around the sinks that would show as grey and white would be incredible.
By the time we were done, Thomas told us we had done great. It felt like a good session.
I walked back towards the Arts building with Drew. At first, he wouldn't talk to me, but finally, I got him talking. I started by apologizing for the previous night.
He shook his head. "No, it's me that should be apologizing. I went a bit crazy."
He didn't tell me what Marshall and he talked about. He told me, "I am going to talk to a minister tonight." I saw emotion move across his face.
"You don't have to talk about this, if you don't want to," I said.
"No, no, I owe it to you and I need to talk about it." He slowed down and I slowed to match his pace.
"As I mentioned at the restaurant, I am/was very conflicted about what I feel," and he looked me in the face, "about guys; you, Hank and Will; and my religion."
I didn't say anything, I let him talk. "But Marshall gave me some things to think about and I have been thinking about them. And tonight was amazing." He grinned and blushed, "And thank you for your suggestion; it seemed to help."
He was quiet for a second and said, "It was so wonderful to be so open and so free with all of you today. I have never experienced anything like that." He paused and I saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. "I was raised where that could never happen. I mean we didn't even shower together at the high school I went to. We would leave our briefs on and change into gym clothes and then right back into our school clothes."
He laughed, "I know, I know, yeah, we smelled, but it was a small Christian school and that's just the way it was. You went home and took a shower by yourself and, ah, you weren't supposed to spend too much time cleaning your, ah, penis." He blushed and looked at me.
"Marshall thinks this guy will have some good things to say to me tonight. I hope so," he said and looked at me again, "because I like hanging around with you guys." He blushed again and looked down.
I took a chance and put my arm around him and said, "I like hanging around with you, too."
Back at the photography lockers, we all got dressed. Billy and Hank were joking with Mikail. Reggie was asking me about my classes. Jimmy was trying to find out everything about Drew. Will and Jared were swapping sports stories.
After we finished dressing we split up and went different ways. Hank invited Reggie to join us for dinner. I was glad because I wanted to get to know him more.
Will and Drew went off and I wondered what their conversation was going to be and when was Drew going to have his talk with the minister?
At dinner, I found out about Reggie. He was raised by his mother, and he, like Drew, had a strong church background. He was interested in politics and could be determined to convince you of his opinion when topics came up.
Hank was the one that dropped the bomb, "Are you gay?"
He smiled, sheepishly, "Well, yes, but I am not really out to too many people." He chuckled and continued on, "It's not something that many black men do and my mom would not be happy, nor would my church. But I am what I am, I can't deny that. It is who I am." Again the flash of white teeth and dimples.
He smiled again with his white teeth flashing and said, "You know a mom is a mother and she has to love her son. She may not talk to me but she's got to love me!" He laughed, but I saw that it hurt a little to say that.
I asked him, "Do you know your dad? I heard on the news most black families are headed by single women."
"I only know of him, I don't know him. What about you?"
I blushed, "Point taken, yes, I was raised by my mom, too, as my dad died when I was young. We never had a lot of extra money and I am only able to go to college with financial aid."
"I know about not a lot of money. Same is true in my family. And the only reason I am here is because of a scholarship I received," Reggie explained. I realized we had a lot more in common than what I thought when I first met him.
He talked on about politics and such. He had an opinion on everything and spoke with great conviction. Hank said, "Were you or are you on a debate team?"
He laughed and put his hand on his knee -- not quite a knee slap, but close. "Yes, how could you tell?"
"So you're going to be a gay black senator, congressman, or president?" I asked.
He laughed and said, "You bet and definitely the latter! I am definitely going to be in politics and I am black and I am gay, so I guess so." He had lowered his voice a bit when he said he was gay, but he still sounded confident, none the less.
This guy was so confident, just like Hank and he too was only a freshman. How did these guy hit college so confident? Was it their high schools, their families, or in their genes? I was glad that Hank had been working with me on this. It did help me feel better about myself.
When we finished dinner, Hank looked at me and then at Reggie and said, "You want to come up to our room for a little while?" He smiled wickedly and looked at Reggie.
Reggie looked back and forth between us, smiled and said, "Sure, why not?" And pop, there were those dimples again! I was eager to see what we could put in there!
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