"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.
Marshall was in and had time to talk to Drew, so I left Drew with him and went on to my class. I called Drew that night and he said that Marshall was very helpful and gave him some things to think about. Drew was scheduled to talk with Marshall again tomorrow.
Days started blending together then and a routine was established. Hank and I spent a lot of time together learning about each other. It seemed like we would never run out of things to talk about.
We continued to have work with the Photography department. A couple of events stick out in my mind. There was a box, about four feet on a side, painted a flat white. Each of us were put in the box (which was on its side) and photographed. I loved the contrasts of textures and shades of grey that would be produced in black and white. Reggie was there for that session as well. They posed the two of us in the box. It was a bit cramped, but being the least tan of the group the contrasts with his caramel color skin turned out great.
Another session involved camo material as a back drop. We were given Army green jocks to wear and were posed in various groups in front of it. That one puzzled me for a while. When I saw some of the prints done in black and white, the men stood out starkly against the camo print.
Probably the funniest was the one with the patterned backdrop. It was a wall paper with a dizzying pattern. I have seen this done several times, but being a part of it was unique. We were painted to match the pattern. Students from the art department came over and five of them went to work painting our bodies from top to bottom. It was ticklish and humorous as paint was applied to our crotches. They had told us in advance about the shoot, so that we could shave our crotches for the shot. I wasn't mandatory, but it seemed to me it would make it easier.
So Hank, Reggie and I got together in our room for a shaving session. Reggie had never been shaved before and by the time he was done, he was hard and dripping. He said the feeling of the razor dragging across his balls was so strange.
We ended up on the bed after we had showered. Reggie still wasn't ready to get fucked, no matter what we said. Hank explained, "Look, it isn't something that I do consistently, but getting it from the right guy can be kind of amazing."
Hank went to work rimming Reggie thinking that would convince him to try it. Reggie was writhing on the bed after several minutes of this, but was still not ready to give it a try. We ended up in a 3 way suck session that was pretty wild.
I always find it wild to have a guy's dick in my mouth while someone is on mine. It is almost like I am sucking mine. I give the sensations to a dick and have them applied to my cock. Just gets me turned on all the more. I take the dick in my mouth with more and more fervor as I close in on the climax. I had Reggie's dick in my mouth; he was sucking Hank, who was working on mine. And he knew mine well!
I don't know who came first, but it was a cascade affect and we all has our mouths busy, slurping up all the liquid protein.
Reggie, Hank and I went into the photo session together and received the painting. It was so different for me to have two or three people working on me at one time. Hank still called me Sir Everhard, now and then, but I was getting better about not springing a boner every time I was naked around people.
But the painting process took an hour or more and basically we couldn't lower our arms, once they applied the paint to them. As the paint dried on my balls and dick, the paint seemed to stiffen up. I know one of the art guys was having great fun poking and playing around with our crotches. Somehow he managed to get on the painting of all three of our crotches. I thought I detected a tenting effect in his loose fitting pants as he moved from one of us to the next.
I think he spent more time on Reggie; something about needing more paint to cover up the darker skin color. I laughed; it sounded like an excuse to spend more time on Reggie's crotch!
The actual photo session didn't take nearly as long as getting painted did. It was fun to blend into the background for the photos. When I saw the prints, I really liked seeing just our eyes and a faint outline of our bodies. Then as you studied the pictures, you could make out more details including out cock and balls.
We were to take showers afterwards, but one of the students wanted pictures of the paint running down our bodies and across the floor. So we stayed in one of the session rooms that had a drain and poured warm water slowly over each of us.
When they had taken their pictures we headed over to the showers. Once there, the art student who spent so much time painting our crotches showed up. He wanted some pictures of us washing the paint off, but it a more "normal" setting.
As we scrubbed and rinsed, he took shots. I found him concentrating more and more on Reggie. He continued through the drying process. As Reggie dressed, he asked, "What's your name?"
"Lance," and I could swear he blushed.
"Would you like to grab something to eat after this?" Reggie asked. I felt sure Lance wanted to grab something al right! Once Reggie was dressed they headed out. Hank said, "Looks like Reggie is in for some fun."
"I hope so!" I said as I finished dressing.
A week or so later I saw Will with Jared in the lounge and the way they both looked at me, lead me to believe that something was being planned between the two of them.
A couple of days later, I saw Drew. He was smiling from ear to ear. "What?" I asked.
He blushed and I had to coax it out of him. But it seems that Will had invited Jimmy and Jared over one night. And Jimmy being Jimmy, ended up begging Drew to fuck him. Drew, hesitant at first, had relented, as long as it was just be the two of them in the room.
Jared and Will left and Jimmy worked his magic and they ended up trying a bit of everything. Drew was hooked and he didn't seem to be having any second thoughts at all. I was really happy for him. I figured there was something he wanted to say or ask. And with a bit of work, I managed to get it out of him.
"Do you think, that you and I, could, well.." he blushed.
I laughed and said, "Any time you want. You want Hank there or not?" I knew Hank would enjoy being part of it, but didn't want to spook him. "I have to think about that," he said.
I let him set the date and time. I shook my head as I left him in the lounge. Seemed Marshall's talked had helped him.
Life moved on – as they say, `Just like gas, time passes', and the school year was cranking right along. I was getting more work done that I would have thought possible with Hank's guidance. I was in better shape than I had ever been. Running was much easier and Hank had got me into swimming as well.
I was getting where I could walk on my hands the length of the corridor and Hank was pushing me to do the stairs. He had rewarded me the first time I had made the hallway, but giving me a blow job while I was doing a hand stand. Well, it started out that way, but there was no way I could maintain the handstand with his mouth on my dick. I guess you could say all the blood rushed somewhere other than the muscles in my arms!
The session with Drew was just the two of us and it was so similar to my first exploration of Hank, that it brought back all of those emotions. We played, jerked and sucked and eventually brought each other to a boisterous climax. He was very vocal and twisted and moved his legs as he came.
He told me afterwards that growing up, he would jerk off only when he couldn't stand it anymore and then as quickly as possible just to get it done. His upbringing had made him think that he shouldn't be doing it, so if he had to do it, then he shouldn't get much pleasure from it. It was just getting a release so he could concentrate on other things.
So now that he was feeling better about it and himself, he was enjoying all the feelings and reveling in them. I was glad that he had been freed from so much repression.
Hank and I attended another frat party. I managed my own handstand on the keg to much applause. I think I spent two thirds of the night naked, but then so were most of the pledges.
Sean was there and happy to see us. He invited me up to his room, but I declined. I was there with Hank and I was trying to control myself a bit better this time around. I did join into a group piss in the backyard. The coeds stood around laughing and taking pictures of the guys lined up pissing away.
I saw a couple of them playing with a guy, getting him hard, much to his glee. His fellows razzed him and kept going on about keeping it in his pants – which he had none.
Hank said that more than a couple of guys came up to him to see if they could hook up. I wasn't aware, but he had arranged for several of them to come back to the dorm with us. We carried out clothes and walked the majority of the way back to the dorm naked.
At first it was just fun, but as people saw us and took pictures, it became more lewd. Some of the guys got hard and played at fucking another guy to the laughter of the spectators. All this was getting to me and my exhibitionist side kicked in and I was soon at attention as well.
This brought attention from some of the other frats. They played grab ass with me and took hold of my cock.
Just before the dorm, we all put on shorts, which were pretty tented. We caroused our way up the stairs and into our room.
Clothes were shed faster than a dog shed hair. Soon it was an orgy on the bed, floor, desk and bathroom. Someone had brought beer, so the drinking was added to the mix making everyone wilder and even more randy and lewd.
I think at one time there were six or seven guys on the bed all naked and all with a piece of someone else's anatomy in their hands, mouth and or ass. It was a site to behold.
At some point near dawn, Hank got everyone out of our room. Back in the room, I had drunk a bit more, so in the morning when I did wake up, I had a bit of a headache. Hank just laughed.
The room was a mess and the bathroom smelled like a urinal. We spent hours cleaning it all up. Along the way, a note was stuck under our door. We were supposed to report to the RA, as soon as we could.
We dressed and headed down the hall to his room. We knocked and were told to enter. It was a single and one of the neatest most organized rooms I had ever seen. Frank was sitting at his desk and turned around to address us. He didn't offer us seats or anything.
"I want to talk to you about what happened in your room last night. And more importantly what happened not in your room." We looked at him quizzically.
It seems that some of the students went down to the showers early this morning and saw a naked man performing fellatio on another naked man. And the reported finding a naked man sleeping in the stairwell this morning.
"Now, I tend to run a pretty liberal dorm and especially my floor. I encourage freshmen to push their limits and try new things. And if it wasn't for the fact that both of you are in excellent standing with your classes and professors, you would be in greater trouble."
He actually smiled a bit after that. "I have had couple caught having sex in the stairwell, but I have never had two guys in the hallway, naked and, ah, sucking." I wondered why he didn't say fellatio as he had before.
"So I am going to let you two off easy this time. I believe in the old fashioned method of punishment as used in the boarding schools." He smiled. "You will each receive 10 swats."
I thought he was kidding and was about to laugh when he said, "You first and pointed to Hank."
Hank moved forward. "Lower your shorts." Hank did as he was told. "And your boxers." Again Hank complied. "Now over my knee."
Hank knelt and the laid himself across Frank's knee. Frank ran his hand over Hank's ass. Then he swatted it gently. He rubbed some more, exploring Hank's crack. He meted out his ten swats very slowly and between each played with Hank's ass and even reached between Hank's legs and played with his balls.
Then it was my turn. As Hank rose and began dressing, I noticed the wet spot in Frank's pants. I lost my pants and boxers and moved over. However, seeing Hank played with in such a way had gotten to me. I was rising to the occasion. I saw Frank's eyes fixed on my crotch as I moved closer to him.
I got down in position and felt his hard on poke me in the stomach as I laid across his lap. He raised me up and repositioned me so that my dick was on the outside of his leg. Soon I realized he had done this so he could explore it as he did my ass as well.
When he finished with me, he had pretty well fondled every part of me. He had rolled my balls around in his hand and stroked me several times.
I stood up with my dick nearly hitting him in the face. Hank, ever the bold one, said, "Is there any additional punishment that we need?" He moved beside me and gripped my dick, waving it in front of Frank's face. Frank licked his lips absentmindedly as he stared at my cock.
I looked down and saw that his cock was now conspicuous and that the circle of wetness was bigger.
Frank just stared at my cock. Hank began to stroke it as he had often done. He knew exactly the pressure and grip to push me to the edge quickly. And I was getting off on being on display again; the only naked man in the room.
I felt the rush coming and new that it was going to be soon. Hank could tell as well and just kept on pumping. I grunted a couple of times and began to buck my hips forward in an effort to increase the sensations.
Then it hit and I had to inhale sharply. My knees buckled a bit and I began to shoot. I closed my eyes letting it wash over me. Man, I never got tired of that feeling! When I opened my eyes, I saw 4 ropes of cum lying about on Frank, one across his eyebrows, one on his chin, on his shirt and the final one on his lap. He was smiling.
Hank squeezed and milked my dick to get the last of the cum out. He wiped it up with the tip of his finger. He held it out to Frank. Frank leaned forward as if in a trance. He took Hank's finger into his mouth and sucked it clean. He sighed and looked up at me.
"I think your punishment if over," I got the irony in his statement. I got my clothes and slipped them back on while he watched.
Hank said, as we reached the door, "Frank, if you ever feel the need to inspect our room to make sure we are hiding any naked me, you feel free to come in any time." Frank, still dazed just nodded.
Back in our room, Hank said, "I WAS really worried about someone saying something about last night. And I didn't know Frank was going to be so easy about the whole thing." He laughed, "I think we might have just made his day!"
One of Hank's other escapades was to take Will, Billy and I into the woods. Once we were in about a mile, he had us strip and put our clothes into our packs. Then we were to walk for a couple of hours naked.
I wavered from boned up to observer of what was around me. We passed several couple hiking. One couple very boldly stared at us and smiled as we walked by.
A middle-aged man asked if he could join us when we passed him. We said certainly. He laughed and said, "I only wish!" We stood around talking with him for a bit. He was so enjoying seeing us naked that we wanted to give him as much of a view as he wanted.
Billy boldly asked him if there was anything he wanted us to do for him or him to us. His smiled got bigger, "No, this is wonderful, just like this." He did rub his hand down Will's body before he left.
We reached a ridge that had a wonderful flat grassy spot where we could look out over the valley. Hank had us sit in a row and welcomed us to join in an old fashioned circle jerk. And while we were only in a line, we watched each other jerk for a while before swapping out hands and dicks. It was very pleasurable to just sit out in the sun, naked and enjoying each other. I see that image often in my mind and wish that I had a picture of it.
Soon it was October and Hank kept speculating on what costumes we should wear to the Halloween party in the dorm. He suggested that I wear nothing at all but roller skates and come as a pull toy. Or red tights and a yellow sock and come as an anthereum. I laughed at these and added a few more myself.
We heard the frat was having a party where the guys had to wear something they had made and it could not contain any cloth, fur or skins of any kind. Some of the previous attires were mentioned. One guy had taped a plastic cup over his dick and balls. Another had used crime scene tape to wrap his crotch in.
Hank challenged me to come up with both a unique costume for the dorm party and one for the frat party.
I knew I had my work cut out for me and that Hank wanted something that was both provocative and indicated out sexual preference.
I mentally shook my head and wondered what Hank would get me into next!
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