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!
He didn't seem nearly as nervous as I would have been in his place. Well, as nervous as I would have been a week ago! He talked about the latest movies as we climbed the stairs.
In the room, Hank said, "We pretty much go naked in our room," and started pulling off his shirt.
Reggie smiled and said, "Cool! That's fine by me." He pulled off his t-shirt as well. I mean it wasn't like we hadn't seen each other naked at the photo shoot. So, soon we were naked and scanning each other's bodies.
"Maybe you'd like to see some of Kyle's photos?" Hank asked.
"Sure! Let's see them," Reggie said enthusiastically.
Hank went through the photos and began with the PG rated ones and moved into the R rated ones, and was soon into ones he hadn't shown my mom! Hank let Reggie control the mouse and watched Reggie's reactions as he moved between the pictures.
Reggie was sitting in my desk chair with Hank in his chair next to them. I sat on the bed watching the two of them. Reggie's cock grew as he flipped through the pics.
I was fascinated by it. I mean, he's black and I haven't been around a hard black cock! And it was so dark; a dark-brown/purple tinted color. And his ball sack was the same color. Very intriguing! And it didn't grow into some huge monster as always ascribed to black men. It made me blush to think how naïve I was about these things, and I knew that if or when I told Hank, he would get a good laugh out of it.
Hank must have seen the blush pass over my face, because he smiled and gave me a quizzical look. I shook my head and mouthed, "Later."
By the time he finished going through the pics that Hank had set up for him, Reggie was smiling. "Looks like you guys have been having some fun! Damn! I wish my roommate liked to fool around!"
Hank said, "I guess I just lucked out to have such a great roommate!"
"Ah, shucks," I said, putting on the not-me-really act. Then I added, "I really think I was the lucky one!" I smiled broadly, even as the tips of my ears turned pink. Did Reggie blush? How could I tell? I had all these stupid questions running around in my mind.
"Why don't we adjourn to the bed and do a bit of exploring. Kyle can never seem to get enough exploring!" Hank said, punching me on the arm as he stood and showed his own growing shaft.
Reggie smiled, and those dimples popped out again. "Anyone ever tell you that you have some awesome dimples?" I asked.
"Ah, no, never happens." I looked at him to see if he was serious. He was trying to keep a straight face, but then, wham, those dimples were back!
"And what have people tried to stick in them?" Hank asked, as he sprawled out across the bed waiting for Reggie and I to join him.
He flashed his smile, his dimples, and his eyes twinkled. "Well, now just all kinds of things!" His smiled broadened. "But it is what gets caught in there that's nice. Perfect place to fill up with a bit of liquid protein!" He laughed at his own joke.
He crawled onto the bed next to Hank, and then I moved in and laid down beside him. My hands began to run over his body. Hank was right; I could never get enough of this. And, as usual, I closed my eyes and let my hands and nose do the exploring first.
I loved his taste and smell; a bit of spicy tang to him, along with the masculine musk that seemed similar among the "numerous" men I had explored.
And, of course, I always love the warmth of the skin. It just seems to radiate heat and draw me in. And the texture of his pubes; not at all what I had expected. Just as coarse and wiry as Hank's, but not kinky curly like I had anticipated.
His precum had the same viscosity as everyone else's, and a great taste, with a bit more sweetness than Hank's. I explored every inch of him, learning the differences and the similarities. And all of them had nothing to do with him having "color"!
After making the loop, and coming back up to his head, he opened his mouth and sucked mine into his. He used his tongue to explore my mouth as much as I did his. "Can I fuck you?" he asked with a gentle whisper when he broke the kiss. I watched his dimples come back as he said, "Or do I have to ask permission from Hank?"
I chuckled and said, "Yes, and no." He looked puzzled.
"Yes, you can, and no, you don't," I said, whispering back to him.
He moved around and Hank handed him some lube. Then he folded me in half and inserted a well-lubed finger into my ass. All the while, he kept his eyes fastened on mine.
I just love it when a guy looks me in the eyes and looks back and forth between each one. Almost as if they will see something different in each eye. But I know from doing it myself that you are really focusing on one eye and seeing what they can tell you.
The size of the pupil, the various colors, shades and sparks that make up the iris are all amazing. And Reggie was no different. There was no universal shade of brown, but a wide variety of colors and hues with even a few flashes of gold in there. And always there was a twinkle in his eyes. It meant to me that he would always be truthful with me and never be mean to me. And, of course, that he would be fun to be around. Just a little bit of mischief in him, I reckoned.
He looked me steadily in the face as he began to slide into me. He gently pushed the head in and then watched my reaction. When I smiled, he continued to press forward.
I saw Hank out of the corner of my eye, sitting on the edge of the bed with his cock pointing at the ceiling and the camera in his hands. In my mind's eye, I saw the study in contrasts that this would be.
And soon, I didn't give a fuck about contrasts. I loved the feel of him in me. He was in all the way and flexing his dick in my ass. I moaned and closed my eyes to focus on the sensations. Wow!
He gave just a bit of a laugh, just a hint of one, and then slowly pulled out. I moaned again, wanting him back inside me! Again, just the bit of a laugh and then a sigh.
I opened my eyes, and got lost in his dimples. He pushed back in and spent a bit of time rubbing the crown of his dick back and forth across that wonderful button in my ass. Oh, Fuck!
I moaned again, and he pushed in deep again.
I clamped down on his shaft, and he began to work it in and out of me. And I felt that all too familiar fog of lust encompassing me, and I was totally caught up in the sensations of his dick and my ass.
He moved me around until I was lying on my side and one leg up and one leg down, and proceeded to fuck me hard and deep.
He moved positions around again, and we were a tangle of arms and legs and pumping ass. I lost track of time and just felt the throbbing of him in my ass. Once again the fog lust engulfed me. I was saturated with sensations, the closeness of Reggie, the smells of Reggie, his technique and tempo were different.
He worked over my prostate until I knew that it would be soon. It still amazed me that I could cum without ever touching myself, if my prostate was worked just right. I think some of it had to be mental as well. What was turning me on, and everything about the situation, all had something to do with it.
But I knew that it was going to come soon. The oh so amazing feeling that begins to build, and then all you can do is beg for the release. To make it happen.
And I wanted it to happen! And I think Reggie wanted it too. He was working on my ass and whispering in my ear. "Yeah, that's it! Take all of it."
And I was begging him, "Fuck me! Hard!" He obliged, and I soon knew that I was going over the edge. I gasped, clenched my teeth, and clamped down on his dick as tight as I could! Oh, man!
I began to shoot, and it went everywhere! I don't know if I was pointing up or down. All I know is that it was shooting, and I was pulling air through my clenched teeth and trying to moan, all at the same time!
It was just seconds later when I heard and felt Reggie let loose as well. The feeling of hot shots of cum in my ass, and the low hum of a closed mouth moaning in my ear enveloped me. He pushed deep and let his cock pulse.
Finally, we were both gasping for breath and slowly untangling ourselves. I tried to focus and find Hank. How did he get over there? Or how did I get turned around like this?
"You know, you guys almost made me cum, just watching that!" he said, with his wonderful smile.
He patted Reggie on the ass. "How about I get a ride on that?"
Reggie looked sheepish. I nearly died as he mockingly replied in a deep mocking Southern drawl, "I don't know nuthin about takin it, but I sure do likes givin' it!"
Hank laughed, and held his dick tightly in his fist. "Well, who's going to take care of this?"
Reggie laughed again and was back in his usual non-accented voice. "Well, my mouth works just fine. Don't you know?" The last was delivered in his best attempt at a Fargo accent. I thought it was pretty good! This guy was a riot!
So we rearranged ourselves and, as Reggie knelt on the bed to take Hank's cock, I moved around so I could do some further exploration! I began to rim him, and I wondered if that was going to `violate' some code of his. I laughed at myself again. I was going to violate him alright!
Ever since Hank had taught me about this, I found I loved doing it. I felt it was a very intimate gesture and really got to the bottom of a guy, so to speak. I was chuckling in his crack as I `cracked' myself up. That only made me laugh more.
"That tickles!" Reggie said ,and wiggled his butt.
I went back to work and explored the area behind his balls. They were drawn up tight, and his dick was hard again, or still. I heard Hank moaning and knew he was enjoying his blow job.
From personal experience, I knew what I was doing had to be driving Reggie crazy. He kept tightening his hole every time I got near it. That made me smile. He really didn't want anyone or anything invading that territory. Which made me smile again, thinking of the old Star Trek saying, `boldly going where no man ...'
Hank started gasping, and Reggie's head was bobbing away. I knew it was going to happen soon, so I moved over, grabbed the camera, and got some great shots of Hank's expressions as he came. Reggie kept his mouth clamped over the head of Hank's dick, sucking out all the cum. He had his eyes closed as he concentrated on this task.
Hank had his hands on Reggie's head, and finally had to lift it. I knew how sensitive Hank's dick got after he came. He leaned down and planted a kiss on Reggie's lips.
"Thanks, that was great!" Hank said.
Reggie flashed his dimples and said, "I kind of enjoyed it myself!"
He moved around until he was sitting on one side of Hank, and I was on the other.
"You guys really have it made. I mean, getting to have sex whenever you want. That has to be awesome."
Hank laughed and said, "Well, there are a couple of guys here in the dorm that just can't get enough sex, and I am sure they would love to hook up with you whenever you want. In fact, one guy, Jimmy, would probably drop his pants in the quad and let you fuck him there. He is constantly horny and loves to get his ass plowed!"
Reggie laughed and said, "How do I meet these guys?"
"Jimmy was at the photo shoot today," I said.
Reggie looked at me, his mouth going round, "That Jimmy...is the horny Jimmy?"
I laughed and said, "Yes, and he and Jared are roommates and love to fool around. And Billy, he was there as well. All of them have been known to enjoy a little man to man sex!"
He shook his head and laughed. "Those were some good looking guys. What about Mikail?"
Hank took this one. "I think he likes, or doesn't mind, fucking a guy, but isn't into anything else man to man. At least from what I have seen of him during some of the photo shoots."
"You have done photo shoots of guys fucking?" he said incredulously.
"Where do you think some of the pics I showed you came from?" Hank smiled. "Thomas, who did the shoot today, has had us work on some pretty kinky stuff while he took pictures."
Reggie asked for examples. So for the next 10 or 15 minutes or so, we shared our Thomas photo shoot experiences.
Reggie looked at the clock and said, "Shit, I have to get back. I have a dorm meeting I have to go to." He jumped up and started scrambling into his clothes.
He smiled, and said, "I am not trying to eat and run," and his dimples got deeper, "but I have to run. I had fun and you two are awesome. You seem to really have something going." He slipped his t-shirt over his head and added, "Kind of makes me jealous."
"Well, while you are out there searching for Mr. Right, be sure to hook up with some of the guys from the photo shoot. And stop by any time!" Hank said, and then added, "And I'll let you know the next time we have a poker party." He looked at me as he said, "Or as Kyle likes to refer to them, a `pokehim' party!"
"Asshole!" I said, and Reggie laughed.
"Call me the next time you have one of those!" He waved as he grabbed the door. "Hank, I'll see you tomorrow in class. And Kyle, it has been a pleasure."
His dimples flashed at me one last time before he opened the door and left.
Hank turned to me and said, "You sure were laughing a lot back there. What was going on?" He reached over to tickle me.
I moved to get out of the way and said, "Just my mind giving me strange images and puns." I explained about cracking' myself up, and going where no man...' and he laughed.
He moved over and snuggled up to me. "You know as much fun as that was, I just really enjoy it more with you," he said into my ear.
"Yeah, I am kinda getting to feel the same way. It is fun to see and experience new things, but I don't want to take away from the `us-ness' of our relationship."
He turned my chin so that I faced him, "Us-ness?"
"Fuckhead!" I said, and then added, "You know what I mean!" I struggled to get out of his grasp. But to no avail. He was stronger, and I really didn't want to get away. He laughed, pulled me close, and encircled me with arms and legs.
"You mean like this?" he said, constricting me inside his hold.
"Asshole!" I said again, and wiggled around until I grabbed his dick. I squeezed and said, "No, like this!"
He laughed, released me, and then snuggled up behind me. "I know what you mean, little brother. Just the two of us continuing our exploration of each other's minds, bodies, emotions, and everything in between." He kissed me on the top of the head.
We snuggled together and Hank rubbed his hand up and down my shoulder. Some place in there I dozed off.
When I opened my eyes, I was looking directly into Hank's face. He looked so cute when he was asleep. His face was all soft and relaxed, with the drool running out of his mouth onto the pillow. I watched his eyeballs moving back and forth under his eyelids, and wondered what he was dreaming about.
I watched him for at least 10 minutes until I heard, "That's freaking me out. You laying there watching me sleep," he said in a sleepy voice.
"How did you know?" I asked, after I pecked him on the top of his head.
"Brothers," was his answer as he pulled his arms out from under the covers, wiped his mouth, and then stretched. "You get used to waking up and listening before you open your eyes. You never know what they have planned."
He yawned and continued on, "I have opened my eyes to a butt hole over my face, low hanging balls, a glass of piss, and an old jock, just to name a few of the things they did."
He reached over and whipped the covers off of me. Then he swatted my ass. "Get a move on."
We got up, dressed, and went for our run. We came back; did our sit-ups, and then off to the shower. It was becoming our morning routine.
Downstairs, at breakfast, I picked out my breakfast, to Hank's approval. I smiled; I was catching on!
We chatted while we ate. It seemed we never ran out of things to talk about. Just as we were finishing up, I saw Drew walk in. I told Hank I would meet up with him later, and headed over to talk with Drew.
I met up with him after he had picked up his food. I asked if it was okay to sit with him, and he nodded.
We did small talk for a bit while he ate, and then he said in a soft voice, "I talked with the minister last night." He looked up at me and then back down to his plate. "He was a Methodist minister." He said it as if that had some importance.
"And what did he have to say, if you don't mind sharing," I said, eager to find out what he had found out.
"He had some good things to say." He paused, then reached into his backpack and pulled out a notebook. "I wrote it down, so I wouldn't forget any of it."
He flipped through the book until he found the page he was looking for. The page was filled with tight printing, filling each line to the edge, sort of like the books you see in all those creepy sociopath movies! Not saying Drew is a sociopath, but that's what the book looked like.
I took the note book and read the part he pointed to: "You are as much a child of God as anyone else, and do you think God doesn't love you as much as anyone else? There are 2 sets of interpretations of the seemingly anti-gay statements in the Bible.
"There are those who take lines out of Romans and I Corinthians and say you have no part in the kingdom of heaven, but they miss the point that Paul is trying to make there: ALL people have sinned, and come short of the glory of God. But God forgives and calls everyone to him. Everyone that's ever lived except Jesus is listed there, particularly the self-righteous ones who hate gays and call them names.
"And the statements in the Old Testament are to be taken as seriously as the statements about not eating shellfish, women not wearing red, or wearing cotton and wool together, or it being permitted to sell your daughter into slavery or taking people from neighboring countries as slaves. Question: does this rule apply equally to Canadians as to Mexicans? Jesus fulfilled that Law and it doesn't apply to us anymore.
"If your minister at home says you are going to Hell, remind him Jesus said he was not to judge people. Ask him what Jesus said about gays: nothing, that's what. But he did say not to judge. It's too bad your family is so influenced by that minister. Many such ministers have turned out to be closet gays themselves, preaching furiously to themselves but like so many others, eventually failing at fooling himself and running off with a gay male lover, abandoning his family.
"God is interested in how we have loved and helped others, not whether we did what the preachers and priests told us to do regarding sexual activity. God is angry with behavior which is hateful, mean, demeaning of others, etc."
That was the end of the quote. There was more writing, which looked to be Drew's journal or something.
"Wow," I said, "and what did you think about all of this?" I was really interested in how it had impacted him.
He looked me in the face and said, "Kyle, I don't know. I am so confused." He paused, and looked down. He lowered his voice and continued on, "I have thoughts about guys and I have always been taught that it was bad."
He took a deep breath before continuing on, "And I felt so guilty wanting to do those things with you guys and with Will."
He looked down again, "And I like Will and I don't want to get him mad at me. And I don't know if doing things with him would make him mad or not doing things with him. And I don't want to upset him or create something strange between us."
He was on a roll, and I didn't want to stop him. "But I have never been able to just think about those things without thinking they were bad. And now this guy, John, the minister, said all those things. I am so confused. I want to believe what he said so much. That's why I wrote it down."
He wiped his eyes and went on, "I would really like to hear from a Baptist minister, but I am afraid to talk to my pastor." He paused.
"I bet Marshall might know someone else you could talk to," I said encouragingly.
"You really think so?" he said. The desire that it be true rang in the tone of his voice.
"It can't hurt to ask him," I said. "Why don't you take your notebook over and talk with Marshall. I bet you could get to see him this morning."
"Would you go over there with me?" he asked. There was such a puppy dog look on his face that I couldn't say no. I checked my cell phone to get the time.
"Sure, let's go," I said, gathering up his tray and my bag.
As we walked along to Marshall's office, it struck me that I was acting like a big brother to Drew. Just like Hank did to me. It felt good. And I just hoped that Marshall could help get Drew's mind put to ease.