I remember going to a room with someone - I think it was Hank; then I remember having to hold onto the floor to keep the room from spinning. But I don't remember much after that.
Next, I was aware of jostling taking place on the bed; and I felt a terrible pain in my ass. I groaned, and found something stuffed in my mouth. I tried to move, but was held down. I panicked then, and began to struggle. "Lay still, mother fucker!" I heard, and felt my arms being held above my head.
Then I heard "Get the fuck off of him," and recognized Hank's voice. There was a bunch of motion on the bed, and then a thud, or something or someone falling on the floor. Next thing I knew, I was being lifted onto a shoulder and carried. I don't remember much after that; except I remember being jostled about, and then nothing.
Finally, I was dumped on a bed, in a wad of sheets. I tried to speak, "What...?"
But a hand was on my lips, and I didn't want to stay awake to hear anything.
There was someone in the bathroom huddled over a toilet and the cold porcelain. Someone was moaning and saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," between heaves.
Then, darkness came again. Finally, I woke up and moved. The bright light, and someone pounding on a drum, was killing my head. "Quit with the drum already!" I yelled.
I felt something cool on my head, and opened one eye. Hank was looking at me, with a crooked smile on his face. A cold washcloth was on my head, and he was holding out a pill for me. I took it, and the glass of water he offered. I swallowed, and he took the glass.
"Among the living at last," he said. He took me in his arms and hugged me.
I squeezed back and said, "Remind me never to drink again!"
He laughed. "Especially at a frat party where there are horny frat guys."
He proceeded to tell me how he had lost track of me for a while and, after an hour or so, he started searching the rooms. He said he found all kinds of people in all kinds of sexual activities in the rooms as he opened the doors, searching for me. Finally, he found me in a room, naked, and being held down to the bed while some drunken frat was trying to dry fuck me. He knocked him on the floor, wrapped me in a sheet, and carried me back to the dorm.
"Basically, the frat house had turned into a giant orgy. I think someone put something in the beer or the punch or something. I stopped drinking the beer after the first round of keg stands. I thought it tasted funny." He wiped the washcloth over my face again.
"You were pretty fucked up, little brother; passed out and throwing up all at the same time!"
"I'm sorry!" I whispered, because speaking caused my head to throb.
"Actually, it was pretty funny watching you worship the porcelain goddess!" He stuck the washcloth in my face.
"Did you have to clean up after me?" The thought made my stomach jump.
"No, fortunately, you managed to get it all in the bowl!" he chuckled.
"So it was just flush, and it was gone!"
I moaned, and he laughed, "I think the best part was when you kept mumbling that you had to hold on to the floor to keep the room from spinning! You must have said it at least six or seven times." He held me a bit more.
"And you definitely have an issue with Nate's name - you have called him Sean, Matt, and Nate. It's a good thing you aren't trying to make an impression on him. He was half drunk, and laughing his ass off as he pissed on the lawn. He was asking where was my horny roommate that couldn't remember names; he nearly peed on me when he started laughing."
"So you were my knight in shining armor who rescued me?" I said, looking up into his eyes. They twinkled.
"More like a heathen in a pair of stolen boxers," he said, chuckling again.
"Whose are they?" I asked, closing my eyes again.
"I don't know and I don't care. I will probably just toss them in the trash and forget about it."
"Wait," I said. "What do they smell like?" I was trying to add some levity to the situation; it meant my brain was beginning to function again. It really pleased me that Hank had searched me out and rescued me. And, in the process, it sounded like he decked someone. It made my heart swell, to know someone thought that much about me. I was so lucky, even if my head did hurt!
"I don't know. Probably like ass, and you can smell mine any time you want, fuckhead," he said, rubbing my head.
"Ow!!! Dickwad!" I said loudly, and then that hurt my head.
"Sleep!" I said, trying to pull the covers or pillow over my head. "No way. You have to get up and get in the shower. You stink!" He patted me lightly on the ass. "And then we are going to get some grease in you, and then get you out into the air!"
He finally coaxed me out of bed, tossed me a towel, and grabbed my shaving kit. We headed down to the showers, and I didn't even pay any attention to whether or not anyone was in the hall. I was getting more used to being naked and, right now, I didn't care who saw me.
The shower helped revive me, and Hank continued to coach me on what to wash and what to dry. He stuck the toothpaste-covered toothbrush in my hand, and said, "You really need that!"
I brushed the fuzz off my tongue and teeth. When I smiled broadly, to check my teeth, Hank laughed, and I thought I might pass for human once again. Was it really my lack of experience with alcohol that let me feel the effects so quickly? Or was Hank just better at handling it? Or wait, hadn't he said he thought the punch or beer or something might have had some kind of drug in it?
Whatever happened, I thought again, I was lucky (and happy) to have Hank around to look after me. My mind went back to the assault on my ass as one of the times I could remember from last night. I mentally shook my head again to clear that thought from my mind. I wanted to go to my happy place.
There appeared to be quite a few dragging dormers down in the cafeteria. I don't know how many had been to the frat party, or to some other Halloween party. I vowed that, next year, I would find someplace and just hand out candy.
When Hank asked what I was thinking, I told him, and he burst out laughing - which didn't help my head. "What?"
"Here, little boy. Would you like some candy?" he said, in a crotchety old man voice.
I had to laugh as well. I had a mental picture of me trying to seduce young boys with candy. Well, not really young boys. High school boys, say 17 or 18. Hmmmmm! I mentally shook my head to clear that image. Hank poked my crotch under the table with his foot, and I jumped.
"I thought so," he said. I hadn't realized I had gotten hard in my musing.
"Asshole!" I said, and adjusted my shorts.
He got me outside for a walk, and we talked more and more about just being us. He ragged on me about that quickie in the library with the anonymous stranger. I blushed as I thought about how uncharacteristically "Kyle" that was. "You are having an evil influence on me!" I said, in a half-hearted defensive manner.
He laughed and said, "I wasn't the one that devoured that kid in the library the other day! So who is the evil influence on whom?"
"Hank, you know that I have trouble controlling the little head when he wants something!"
He patted my dick with his foot again. "Yeah, but you are going to have to let me take care of that for you; otherwise, you will get the same reputation and as Jimmy!"
"I am not a slut!" I started out in a normal voice, and then went down to a whisper, when I realized where we were. Hank laughed at the look on my face.
After that, we kind of settled down into a routine. He brought me more and more into his exercise program, and I started to get more definition to my body. I could now walk 50 feet or so on my hands. We still worked off and on for the photo department, but he had to convince me at how "studly" I was beginning to look. "You are one hot looking dude!" he said one morning after we had returned from the shower. He had me stand as he walked around me, videoing me. This embarrassed me.
He then played the vid on the computer, and made me watch. I didn't see myself this way, but my baby fat had melted away; and I was leaner, and my muscles were clearly defined. Somewhere along the way, I had developed a definite set of ab muscles. I still shook my head; it was difficult to match this physical image to my mental one.
I tried, after that, to see myself as that person; Hank would talk about it over and over. Even the photo instructors mentioned it. I fought my embarrassment and began to become a bit proud of what Hank had done to me. He laughed when I said that. "Don't be proud of me; be proud of what you have done."
He chuckled and added, "But if I see you checking yourself out in every mirror or reflective surface, then I may have to mess up that pretty face of yours!"
I could never imagine Hank hurting me. He really did look after me, and I tried my best to be what he wanted me to be. He busted my chops about that to. 'Be what you want to be, and be proud of it. Do it for yourself, and for no one else." He would hammer me with it every time I said something about being someone he wanted me to be.
We spent a great deal of time together, since I was now working out with him in the gym. He was trying to teach me about gymnastics, but I wasn't very coordinated. So he worked with me on balance, stamina, and coordination.
We had lunch together now, and took long walks around town. We went to movies, coffee shops, juice places, and whole food stores. I took him to music stores and bookstores. We did a lot on iTunes, searching out music, and expanding our knowledge of all the various genres. We went to every recital, play, musical, or performance we could.
I even stumped him when I gave him the lyrics:
More than the greatest love the world has known This is the love that I give to you alone More than the simple words I try to say I only live to love you more each day
More than you'll ever know My arms long to hold you so My life will be in your keeping Waking, sleeping, laughing, weeping
Longer than always is a long, long time But far beyond forever, you'll be mine I know I never lived before And my heart is very sure No one else could love you more
More than the greatest love the world has known This is the love that I give to you alone More than the simple words I try to say I only live to love you more each day
More than you'll ever know My arms got to hold you so My life will be in your keeping Waking, sleeping, laughing, weeping
Longer than always is a long, long, long time But far beyond forever, you'll be mine I know I never lived before And my heart is very sure No one else could love you more... Bobby Darin
He couldn't figure out what movie they were from, and I laughed and laughed and wouldn't tell him. But I told him that was the way I felt about him! I saw the moisture in his eyes then, and that made my heart swell.
He took me to sporting events, and I began to understand scoring, for most of them. But tennis was beyond me. When I would ask what a Deuce was, he would use Deuce in the definition. That didn't help at all.
We worked on our papers and studied together, and yeah, most of those sessions were interrupted by sex. We rationalized that we worked better when we could have some "exercise" (as he called it) to break up our study time.
We made plans to go to his parents for Thanksgiving. He kept joking with me about what his brothers were going to do to me while I was there; that I probably wouldn't get any sleep with all of us in the two beds. He said they were already fighting over who would sleep with us. In fact, they said he got enough of me, so he had would have to sleep in the other room with Bill.
The whole concept of his family, and all the things his brothers did, and how open his family was really was gave me pause. His dad seemed to be the perfect dad on a pedestal. I didn't know how I was going to manage it.
My mom sent us care packages of home baked cookies, and told me she was knitting us matching scarves for winter. Hank just laughed. She demanded that we send her a picture of the two of us, so she could put it on display in the living room. Hank wanted to send her one from one of our photo shoots, but I said no nudes! "How about us in our boxers, then?" he asked, and I threw something at him.
About that time, Thomas came to us and asked us to participate in an art exhibition. He was going to be showing some of his work and he wanted us to be part of the exhibit. Hank immediately agreed, but I wanted to know more; Thomas had a way of going to extremes.
He smiled at me and said, "Well, I kind of imagine it as Hank standing in a classic pose, naked; like he is in some of my photos. Then you come along and become entranced with him. You begin to touch him; he gets hard and then, eventually, you are both naked and having sex." He said it so calmly!
My mouth dropped open and I began to get hard - not a good combination around Thomas, or Hank either, for that matter. "What's the matter, little brother; you don't think that your little buddy would come out and play?" He patted the front of my shorts, making my condition even more obvious.
"But there would be all those people around," I exclaimed, and my cock jerked in my shorts.
"Looks like some part of you is excited about the prospect," Hank said, having noticed the reaction in my crotch.
He turned to Thomas. "Let us talk about it, and I'll let you know tonight." Thomas agreed.
All the way back to the dorms, Hank kept talking to me and telling me how hot it would be. I had to admit that my dick was hard the whole time. I said, "But what about all the people that will see us?"
"So, they are funky art people, and will appreciate your great body, and our great performance as a work of art."
Finally, I said, "If you want to do this, then I will."
He smiled and said, "You won't regret this! I know you, and you are going to get so turned on and blow the biggest load of your life!" He flipped open his cell phone and was confirming with Thomas before I could change my mind. He nodded his head a couple of times and said, "Yes," several times. He kept looking at me and smiling. "Okay, we will see you then," he said, and closed the phone.
"It's a week from Friday and you can't cum for 3 days prior to the show." He laughed when he saw the look on my face. "You haven't gone even a day since you got to college, have you?" I blushed and he said, "And more like 2 or 3 times a day, minimum." He laughed again at my expression.
"He wants you in a shirt and tie, with slacks, boxers, loafers, and socks. You will eventually get down to nothing except the socks and the tie." Hank reviewed the basics of the shoot and I found my stomach clinching, and my cock twitching, as I thought about it.
Wednesday morning Hank told me, "No more sex until the show," and I groaned. I had my morning wood and we were used to taking care of that before we headed off to the showers. He looked at me and smiled. "Come on; it will do you good. And I think you better wear a jock for the next couple of days to keep that thing trapped." He pulled down my dick and let it slap back against my stomach.
I moaned and said, "Well, only if it is one of your jocks!"
"Pervert!" he said.
"Dickwad!" I said.
I went into our toilet and worked to get my dick down so I could piss. When I finished, it as down enough that I could walk to the showers, but I wore boxers for the first time in a long time. Hank just laughed at me, and pulled the back of them down until they were barely ridding on my hips. I was going to have to get some new boxers, because these were definitely getting too big.
I told Hank that, and he laughed. "Good. We can sell the old ones and visit the guy at that store, so you can get some new ones." Hank knew how to get me to blush. I remembered how he had pimped me out to the salesman.
Those were the three longest days for me; I was so horny. It was all I could think of - sex. Hank's ass turned me on, his dick turned me on, and even looking at that smile on his face got me horny. I would wake up in the middle of the night with a raging hard on, dripping pre-cum as I snuggled against Hank.
He told me he was going to have to separate the beds because I kept leaving wet spots on the sheets! I smacked his ass and that made me horny! I was hopeless.
But finally, it was time for the show. When we got to the gallery, Thomas took us on a tour. He had a raised area about 6 inches off of the floor, and about 6 feet square. Hank was to pose in the middle of the square before the show opened. In that corner of the gallery, the walls were covered with life-sized photos of Hank. He was naked and, in some of them, hard. The lighting and contrasts in the black and white pictures was striking. I was to arrive about 30 minutes after the gallery opened, and wander around looking at the exhibit. I was to "find" Hank and become enthralled with him, and take it from there. I nodded nervously.
I had on my white shirt, black tie, black pants, white boxers, black socks, and black loafers. Hank had me load up with deodorant, as he knew I would be nervous, and I was.
My mouth went dry as it came time for me to enter the gallery. I came in, grabbed a glass of champagne, and began to wander around the gallery. I was surprised when I recognized some of the photos from our photo shoots. There several from the bondage and shaving scenes. Almost all were in black and white. I was so intrigued by Thomas' work, that I was caught off guard when I came across Hank standing naked in the corner of the gallery.
Man, he was gorgeous! I was enthralled with his body. Very stark lights played across his body, accenting the definition of his muscles. People walked by and admired him, and looked back and forth between him and the pictures of him on the wall.
I couldn't keep my hands off of him; I rubbed my hand along his thigh and then across his butt. I saw someone whisper to someone else and point to me, like, "He's touching the art!" or something like that.
After that, I couldn't restrain myself. I became infatuated with his body - the various planes and shadows. I ran my hands all over him, and he began to respond, well at least his dick did; he maintained his pose.
I ran my hands over his crotch, finally, gently holding his balls in my hands. His dick swelled and grew until it was pointing to the ceiling. I realized there were people around us, but I became oblivious to them.
I needed to taste him; I leaned forward and licked the tip of his dick, getting the pearl of honey that was resting there. I heard a gasp, and didn't know if it was his, mine, or someone around us. I closed my eyes for a moment, and lowered my head down onto his dick. I love the taste of Hank! I can never get enough of him.
I was now kneeling at his feet, worshiping his dick; and, by now, I was pretty good at sucking, and was putting everything I knew into this. Hank groaned and put his hands under my armpits to raise me up. I stood and we embraced. In my mind's eye, I saw the perfect images of this - the contrasts of the play of lights, my black and white clothes, and his nakedness. I was sure that it was presenting quite a spectacle.
After a passionate open mouth kiss, Hank's hands traveled down to pull the tail of my shirt out of my pants. Then he ripped the shirt open, just like in the movies. He quickly pulled it off, leaving my tie on, but loosening it, and ran his hands over my upper body, until he pulled me tight against him and grasped my butt.
I looked over his shoulder and saw that men and women were gathering around us, but there was very little talking. I went back to thinking of Hank, and felt my cock pressing against his. I pushed him back and bent to take his left nipple in my mouth, and I sucked and nibbled on it until he gasped.
He moved and did the same to mine; I was going crazy. I unbuckled my belt, undid the button and zipper, and let them fall to the floor, stepping out of them and kicking off my shoes. My boxers were now tented, and a wet spot must be showing on the front.
Hank knelt in front of me and pulled down my boxers and had me step out of them. His warm mouth sank down over my dick, and I moaned; I wanted to cum right then. I pushed up into his mouth. He was kneading my ass as he worked on my dick.
He turned me around and pushed down on my back, causing me to bend. He gripped my waist and buried his face in my crack, and I gasped; his tongue felt so wonderful. I closed my eyes at the pleasure. When I opened them, I momentarily saw the ring of people watching us; then I was lost in the fog of lust, and just wanted release with Hank.
After driving me crazy with his tongue, I felt him move. He stood and lined up on my hole, placing the swollen helmet of his dick there, and it was like I every sensation was focused on my hole, making it seem like I could "see" how big he was, and could "see" every detail of his cock, and he pushed against my hole.
I now knew how to handle this, and pushed out as he pushed in. But a groan escaped my lips as I felt how wonderful it was to have Hank back inside me. He rested there for a moment or two before beginning to slowly withdraw and then slide back in.
Hank had learned all the ways to push all my buttons while fucking me. He reached up and tweaked my nipples while he began to pick up speed, and I inhaled sharply through clenched teeth.
There was no doubt that I was going to cum from his work in my ass. It was as if his dick knew what and how to work to pleasure me.
Hank picked up speed, and I soon felt his balls slapping against mine, as he really began to hammer my ass. His hands moved to my waist so he could piston my hips back and forth over his dick. I knew that he was throwing his head back, and the friction and increased sensations brought him closer and closer to the point of no return.
I felt it building in me; I tensed every muscle as I responded to his dick in my ass. "Fuck me!" escaped from my clenched jaw.
Then I knew it was upon me, and gasped as I began to shoot across the wooden platform below me. That triggered Hank, and he shot once in my ass, and then pulled out to shoot the remainder across my back.
The thunderous applause rocked me as it brought me back to reality. Slowly, the crowd around us came into focus. People were smiling, crying, and, most of all, applauding. Hank moved up beside me, put his arm around me, and leaned in for a kiss. I kissed him back, long and hard. Then he broke the kiss and I heard him whisper, "Take a bow," and together we bowed to the cheering crowd.
Finally, I bent to pick up my clothes, but again he whispered. "Forget about it," and led me through the parting crowd. A couple of hands trailed across my ass, and one bold hand fondled my dick.
Once we were through the staff door, I stopped and nearly fell to my knees. "Fuck! That was so fucking mind blowing! Was it real? Did we just have sex while men and women stood around and watched?" My dick was swelling again.
He was grinning from ear to ear, "Yeah, wasn't it fucking awesome?" I mentally shook my head, trying to get a grip on reality once again. Fucking blew my mind!
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