We walked back to the dorms and Hank asked me about my home life, and I tried not to make it sound as bleak as I thought it was, especially compared to what he had described. There was no judgment in comments or questions as we talked, and I liked that. I couldn't get over how genuinely interested in me he was.
Back in the stairwell, he bet me $100 if I would walk up the stairs to our floor naked. I shook my head, and he then said, "Want to bet me that I will?" he said, reaching to pull his shirt off.
"No." That reminded me, I reached back for my wallet and got out a twenty and gave it him.
"Good one. Keeping your promises and paying your debts. Way to go little brother." He punched my arm lightly. We climbed the stairs, and I was feeling how tired my legs were as we climbed up to our floor. At our floor, he said, "Twenty bucks, naked to the door." He was not letting me see the corridor as I had done last night.
My cock swelled at the thought, but then remembered being caught and was so torn between the doing and the thought. I really thought about it, but then shook my head and said, "Not yet."
"I bet you twenty that I can take a leak here in the stairwell. What do you say?" I couldn't believe it. I thought for a moment, and came up with an evil thought.
"No, twenty bucks that you stand here and piss your pants." I wanted to see this, and I wanted to pay him back for making me do it. I couldn't believe I had voiced my idea. But being around him had emboldened me.
He looked at me with a bit of shock, then smiled and said, "You are on." He handed me the gym bag, which I took and held at my side as I focused in on his crotch. He smiled again with a big sheepish grin, and I saw a wet spot appear on his shorts, then watched in awe as it grew in size.
He stood there and drenched his pants, and it was running down his legs and pooling around his feet. I laughed, and he lifted one foot and shook it, raining drops of piss around.
He laughed, opened the door, and pushed me through the door. I moved to one side of the hall so he would walk beside me. I didn't want him hiding behind me.
Fortunately, there were a couple of guys walking down the hall our way. I tried to keep a straight face as they walked by. I thought I caught one looking at Hank's wet shorts.
Back in the room, Hank closed the door and started laughing. "Those guys are going to wonder if I have some kind of problem."
I fished out my wallet again, and pulled out twenty dollars and handed it to him, while I laughed as well. My roommate pissing his pants. I was getting low on cash again. I was going to have to do something myself to make some money before the poker game on Friday.
Hank went to the toilet and stripped off his wet clothes and hung them on the hook there. I stood in the doorway, taking off my shirt, shorts and briefs. He turned on the water and used a washcloth to wash his crotch and legs. He was laughing as he did it.
"We went to the movies one time, and, before getting there, the oldest brother that was around at the time, Nick, bought us all the biggest sodas he could at the 7-11, and then another one when we got to the movie. It was a contest. We had to sit in the movie and were not allowed to go to the men's room. First one that pissed his pants lost the bet.
"After over 140 ounces of cola, it didn't take long until I began to feel the need, but I was not going to be the first. In fact, I wanted to be the last, because of course, I wanted to be the winner.
"About an hour into the movie, Bill lost it and flooded his pants and the seat. We had our hands in the other's laps, so we would know when it happened. I nearly lost it in the movie, and it wasn't a comedy. I fought hard not to laugh at him."
"Who won," I asked, getting turned on by the images of these guys sitting there pissing their pants.
"Nick. I lasted a bit longer than Bill, but still had to sit there with wet pants through the end of the movie. Our shoes were squishing as we left the theatre, and our jeans were very dark blue. I am sure we had a unique smell about us as well."
"What was the prize for winning the bet?" I asked, eager to hear the rest. Hank had finished washing himsel,f and stood there leaning on the sink, telling the story.
"Oh, there wasn't a prize; there was just a penalty. The loser had to strip when we got back to the car. Strip before he could get into the car. Right there in the parking lot." He looked at me, up and down, "And yes, before you ask, he got all boned up at having to be naked there in the parking lot."
I was beginning to live up to my nick name, and it wasn't going unnoticed. "But the whole story is, everyone had to strip in order of when they pissed, with Bill having to stand outside the longest, naked. My oldest brother got to open the driver's door and use it to strip behind. Once we were all naked, and the clothes were in the trunk, we could get in the car."
"Didn't you, I mean, weren't there cars driving by?" I said, feeling my cock rise.
"Yes, a couple of cars drove by, honked at us, rolled down their windows, and called out various names, some of them laughing."
"When we got home, my oldest brother made us all go out to the backyard and rinse off with the hose before we could go inside. Bill also had to start the wash with all of our clothes."
"What did your parents say about you coming in naked?"
He laughed. "They were so used to us being naked all the time that it wasn't anything unusual. The only rule we had was that Mom didn't want to see us hard, and especially she didn't want to see us jerking off. She knew we did it all the time, and thought it was a good thing, a healthy thing that we did. She just said she didn't need to see it.
"That didn't mean that she didn't walk into our rooms and not find one of us doing it from time to time. She would just make a disgusting remark, turn around, and head out the door, laughing, and saying, 'boys.' But we all tried to honor the request."
"What about your dad?" I couldn't imagine my mom being cool with me jerking off. Not that we ever discussed it. Sex was never mentioned in our house.
Hank laughed. "He never had a problem with it. He started talking to us about it when we started getting hard and getting hair. He would explain what it was, and that it was just a normal thing that all guys did, and there was never any reason to be ashamed about doing it."
"So did you ever, I mean, did he ever.." I trailed off.
"Did he ever what?" Hank was smiling. He was going to make me say it.
"Did he ever catch you jerking off?" I was suffused with heat once again, and I was nearly hard.
Hank laughed again. "First, there was no catching, because that implies we were trying to hide or might be ashamed of what we were doing. But did he see us doing it? All the time. He would come into our rooms – no one ever knocked at our house – and we would be watching some porn. We would be laying around stroking.
"The only thing he ever said was about the porn, making sure we understood how that women, or men for that matter, were treated in them was not how people should be treated. Their own wishes and desires had to be honored, and no one should ever be forced to do anything against their will.
"He did think that porn was a healthy outlet for us, and gave us some knowledge of how everything worked, and what women looked like, and how all the parts of everything worked. He encouraged us to explore as many areas as we wanted via porn so we wouldn't have any hang-ups or fears about sex."
"Wow. Sounds like an amazing man," I said, with a bit of emotion in my voice. I never really knew my dad, and this one sounded so good and so understanding.
"Now you are going to laugh at this, but there were a couple of occasions where he came in and saw what we were watching, and became interested. Some times he would ask if he could borrow it when we finished."
I was shocked, and said so.
Hank was really laughing now. "Little brother, you have to understand our house. Sex wasn't anything that was hidden or forbidden or not talked about. We all knew that he and mom had sex, and we often heard them at night."
He saw that I still didn't believe him. "He explained several times that men often needed more sex than they could get from their wives, and would often masturbate between times, or as needed, as he would say."
I shook my head; I couldn't imagine such an arrangement. "What about when you have friends over?"
Hank nearly roared laughing. "I think he and Mom kind of kept the level down in their room when we had people stay overnight." He smiled at the thought.
"What about your brothers? I mean did they, ah.." He wasn't going to help me out. "Did they go around naked and hard when you had friends over, or when they had friends over?" I was getting excited now, and I didn't know what Hank thought about my condition, but it didn't seem to bother him.
He chuckled. "My brother's wore boxers when other guys visited. Not because they were ashamed or embarrassed, but out of respect for the visitors, and to not get them embarrassed.
"And as far as being hard, I told you we shared beds, so if someone stayed overnight they slept in the bed with me, and my brothers would go to the other room. However, it is kind of difficult to hide morning wood if everyone is naked and in the same bed. I did have one friend that couldn't handle all the open maleness, and would invite me to his house rather than stay at mine."
He thought for a moment, "But yeah, my dad is a pretty cool dad. He would discipline us if we really got out of line, but he really liked having 6 sons. I think he thought it added to his manliness. And I think he even took a picture of all six of us naked one summer, to show how much we looked alike. Except for poor Bill, who didn't get all the hair we did.
"Course, Bill says that it never grew back when my brothers shaved him. He claims to this day that he had lots of chest hair and all, until they put him through the rite of passage."
He stood up from leaning, and looked at me. "Sir Everhard, is back I see!" He walked past me and flipped my cock down, and then smacked my ass as he passed. I went beet red, and turned and went back into the room with him.
He stopped at his closet and started going through his clothes, picking out shirts, pants, jeans, and stuff, and handing them to me. Then he went through his dresser and picked out some underwear, t-shirts, socks, and stuff. I was overwhelmed by his generosity.
I hung up the stuff, and put away the rest in my dresser. I still had some empty drawers, but they were much fuller than before.
"Thank you," I said. "I don't know what to say. This is too much." Once again, I was overcome with emotions. He sounded like he really had a great family and a great attitude, and he was treating me as if I was part of his family.
"Hey, that's what little brothers are for, to get the hand-me downs from their older brothers. And these things have been around for a couple of brothers, and I thought I could pass them along to you. If I begin to wear out any of these other newer clothes, I'll pass them along to you as well." He looked at my face, and then said, "And if there is something over in my closet or drawers that you would like to wear, just ask, because I am sure I wouldn't mind sharing it with you."
Wow, such a great offer. I had always had only a limited amount of clothes, and had always been very protective of my them, having to keep them just so in the closet, and getting them properly cleaned, and all. This was so different for me. Just another thing that was different.
He went over to his desk, sat down, wiggled the mouse, and started working on his computer. I went over to my desk and checked emails. I heard him laugh, and turned to look over my shoulder at him.
"Your first three pairs of briefs have sold, and the money has been sent electronically. So I'll get it cashed, and you'll be set with some money."
"How much?" I asked, with some trepidation.
"Five bucks a pair. So 15 dollars." He turned to see my reaction.
"Oh," I said, a bit crest-fallen.
He chuckled, and said, "Just kidding, little brother. Fifty bucks apiece! And there are a bunch of guys that want to put in orders." My mouth dropped open. He had mentioned that amount, but I hadn't really believed him. "And one guy wants to buy a set of pictures of you, but he says they have to include head shots; he wants to know what you look like all over. He is willing to pay $100 for a set of 20 photos, and sent a list of shots he wants to see."
That shocked and embarrassed me, and made my cock swell - all at the same time. Some guy wanted pictures of me! But I couldn't let pictures of my face, and me naked, show up on the web. And I wondered what kind of pictures he wanted? And would Hank know I was gay, if I wanted to do them. So far things had been pretty mild, I thought. Stuff he said guys did together when they were growing up. Nothing really involving man to man sex, except a little mutual jacking off.
"Uhmm, I don't know, Hank. I have to think about that. And what do you mean that guys want to put in orders? You mean they want more of my soiled briefs." Once again, he had my mind going a thousand directions.
"Well, you don't have to if you don't want to; I understand. But the orders are for briefs, jocks, and boxers, and I wouldn't say soiled is the appropriate word." He paused, and looked at me. "They want them with your cum in them, and one guy wants a piss soaked jock that you have cum in." He was scrolling through a list of stuff on a site.
"And I haven't even posted prices, but they are offering up to $75 for the items! You are going to be one rich son of a bitch!" He smiled, "And I get my 10% and a chance to win it all from you with bets!" He grinned even wider.
"I don't have any more briefs, and the only jock I have is the one you loaned me. I do have a couple of pairs of boxers," I was thinking out loud now.
Hank looked at the clock and said, "Let's go get your money, and then stop at a Target or something and pick up some supplies. What do you think?"
My mind was swirling, and my cock was jerking at the idea of doing this. I nodded, once more not trusting my voice. I owed Hank so much! And he was so interested in me, and so nice. Guys had never been nice to me before. I had always been a loner, and this just felt so wonderful. Damn! I was going to get emotional again, and over some cum-stained briefs!
Hank told me to get dressed, and we proceeded to put on clothes. Me, the ones I had worm earlier, and Hank, clean ones. We then headed down the stairs and out to his car. I hadn't known he had a car; we hadn't discussed it. I had thought that he didn't have one, because I didn't.
It was nothing fancy, but it ran! It was an old pickup. He said it was a hand me down, but that his brother had completely overhauled it. He drove, stopped by a bank, came back with the money, and handed me $100. I did math in my head, and he saw the look on my face. "Sorry, not trying to screw you here. But I took my 10%, and then kept some for shipping. It will be about $5.00 a pair. So that is $30, and then I wanted to have enough to ship the next 4 pairs.
"I thought I would get those boxes from the post office for quick delivery. You just stick the underwear in, seal it up, address it, and drop it in the mail box. I think they have some of the boxes down stairs at our mail room."
"Wow, sounds like you have things all thought out. Thanks!" And once again, it felt wonderful having him in charge. I hadn't really thought he was stealing from me; I was just trying to figure everything out.
We stopped at the store and went in. In the men's department, Hank went through the briefs and picked up a six-pack. Then to the sporting goods area, and picked up two jocks. Back in the men's department, he asked where the changing room was. The guy pointed the way, and followed us over and unlocked a dressing room for us. I thought he gave us a look, as Hank came in with me.
"Why do I have to try these on?" I asked Hank, as he opened the box that the jock came in.
"I just want to make sure we have the right size. Different brands fit differently." He got the box open and then said, "Okay, strip."
I looked at him questioningly.
"I have to see the complete look." He smiled.
Following his directions, again, I pulled off my shirt, then pushed down my boxers and shorts. He smiled as he saw that I was swelling. I just couldn't get used to stripping in front of a clothed guy. He handed me the jock, and I pulled it on. He had me turn around, and adjusted the straps on the back. Man, I loved it when he touched me!
And I know he knew the effect he had on me, because he made a production of adjusting the pouch just so. Then he stood back and looked at me, and then at me in the mirror. "I don't know. Just a minute."
He opened the door and called out to the clerk, "Would you come here and give me your opinion on this?" I went red, and my mouth dropped open.
But the next thing I know, the clerk is stepping inside, and then his mouth drops open, but is quickly closed, as he pushes the door shut behind himself and Hank. I didn't know what to do or to say. I was mad at Hank, but he was smiling. I was also filling out my pouch as I stood there under the scrutiny of the clerk. I couldn't turn my back, because he could just see me in the mirror. I wanted to put my hands over my crotch, but what good would that do?
"Hmmm, turn around, let me see the back." I felt the glow of heat radiate from me once again, as I turned my back to the clerk. He reached over and adjusted one of the straps.
"I don't know; maybe the next size smaller would be better. Let me go get one for you." He took one more look at me from head to toe, then opened the door and left.
"You were great!" Hank said, reaching into his pants and getting his wallet out. He took out twenty and handed it to me. "I bet myself that you wouldn't begin to get hard with him in here, but you did!" He smiled. Some of my anger went down a bit, to see that he was not trying to hurt me, but just to push my limits once again.
"I was embarrassed and turned on at the same time," I said, and then asked, "What made you think he would go along with something like that?"
"I don't know. I thought he gave us the once over as he let us into the dressing room, and I just thought I would see what his reactions would be. Seemed like he liked what he saw." He grinned, and I went red again. Damn, I had to get that under control.
"I'll tell you what. I'll bet you $50 you won't take this one off and put the other one on while he is here." He looked at me. "What do you say?"
Either the money was going to my head or my cock was having fun, because I considered it, but before I could give him my answer, there was a knock on the door. Hank opened it and the clerk handed him another box. Hank said, "Why don't you come in. That way you can give your opinion, once he gets it on."
I knew I was on the spot. I could say something or I could just go for it. Fifty buck was a lot of money, and he had already seen me pretty much naked anyway. I guess I was a bit drunk on the whole scene, and the money. That is the only excuse I can make, because I stood there and pushed the jock down to my ankles and then lifted it up. I stood there naked and rising to the occasion, and watched Hank smile and nod his head, and the clerk's eyes go wide.
I thought he was going to drop the box as he fumbled to open it. He got out the jock and handed it to me, hardly taking his eyes off of my crotch. Thoughts ran through my head. This was a gay fantasy I had. about enticing some guy into a changing room, and then getting him to go down on me. I thought that it didn't make it look like I was gay, because Hank had come up with the idea, and it was the clerk who was getting off on seeing me this way. I noticed the bulge in his pants as I bent to pull on the jock.
This one WAS tighter, and there was no way it was going to contain my cock in it's current condition, but at this point, what the heck! What was the saying, in for a dollar, in for fifty. I smiled to myself at my own joke.
I stood up and faced the mirror. Once again, Hank and the clerk adjusted the straps across my ass, and my cock pushed at the restraining material from their touch. Hank told me to turn around, and now both of them had a closer view of the straining pouch, and the head of my cock that peeked over the top strap.
The clerk licked his lips and said, "I don't know. This one seems tighter, but his pubes are sticking out the sides of this one, like it isn't covering as much. What do you think?" He turned to Hank.
"Well, he's not going to have to worry about that too much longer, as we are going to shave them all off tonight."
"You are?" the clerk said, as he if wanted to be there to see it.
Hank reached over and pulled the pouch out a bit, and adjusted my balls in it. My cock leaked at that point, and a drop rolled down the head and onto the strap of the jock. I was more embarrassed, but more turned on as well. This was just too fucking unbelievable.
"I think we will take the other one. I think he needs better coverage, and he is definitely not covered in this one."
"Right," the clerk said, and his hand reached out, but then he withdrew it as if he thought better, but then he extended it again, and touched the head of my cock. "Yes, he definitely needs more coverage."
He stepped back a bit, and the tent in his pants was very obvious now. "If you will just give me that one, then I can put it away while you get changed." He smiled, "Unless you want to wear it home?"
I was suffused with color again, and shook my head. But I did stand there and peel the jock off as he watched. When I stood, I was pointed towards the ceiling, and very excited. What I really wanted to do was to stand there and jerk off for the both of them. I had never had the reality of really having that chance, but I just couldn't do it. But my cock ached to be taken in hand.
I stood there as he took me in again. I saw on his face that he wanted to reach out and touch me again, but just couldn't bring himself to do it. He took the jock from me, fumbled with it and the box, then just took the box and the jock and left. He left in such haste that he forgot to close the door. I was now exposed to the world!
Hank saw the look on my face, and closed the door. He laughed a little and said, "Way to go little brother. You sure got his number and turned him on!" He chuckled. "I thought he might cum right there in his pants just from looking at you!" He clapped me on the shoulder, and the heat of his hand felt great!
He opened his wallet and pulled out fifty bucks and handed it to me. "Great work! At this rate, you are going to be the wealthy roommate and I am going to be looking for work." He looked down at my ridged cock as it throbbed up and down.
"Looks like you enjoyed the show yourself." He once again took hold of my cock and pushed it down, and released it. It snapped up to my stomach. A moan escaped my lips.
"Okay, get dressed and let's go pay the clerk for our purchases, although he would probably give them to you for free, if you would let him blow you." He said this in a joking manner, but I felt my cock swell at the mere suggestion of this. This didn't escape Hank. "I shouldn't say things like that. I am sorry. I keep forgetting you haven't ever been sucked or anything."
He saw the look on my face. "It's okay. Nothing judgmental about that. I just need to keep it in mind. We will have to work to remedy those situations." He paused, then added, "Unless you want me to ask him to return so he can do it for you?" He saw my reaction, and smiled.
"Shall I put a wager on it? I can see you struggling with it in your mind. Do you want your first blow job from some stranger in a men's dressing room, because it could happen right now, or wait until it is with someone more important to you. Am I right?"
I shook my head, and then nodded. I cleared my throat. "No wager, and yes, you are driving me crazy!" I tried to smile.
He leaned in close, took hold of my cock, and then whispered in my ear, "Right now, this very moment, you could have your very first blow job, right here. All you have to do is say the word."
My cock throbbed in his hand, and leaked. I could tell, because he took it and smeared it over the head of my cock. I moaned, and felt my knees grow weak. Man, he knew how to manipulate me. Just which buttons to push.
He released my cock, and I moaned again at the absence. "Get dressed and let's go pay for these things." He broke the spell, and once again I was standing in the changing room. For a moment, my mind had gone to him going down on his knees and giving me my first blow job. I had seen it, and it had been wonderful! Shit, he had such control over me, and I was helpless to do anything, and besides, I realized I liked it.
I dressed in a fog. I tried to get my cock not to tent my shorts, but the only way was to trap it in the waistband of my shorts. I let the t-shirt hang down and cover it. Hank opened the door and walked out. I followed him with an ache in my crotch.
At the counter, the clerk had the briefs waiting for us. Hank must have given them to him. Hank handed him the 2 boxes of jocks he had picked up, which included the one they had agreed was the right size. The clerk kept looking at me as he entered the information in the register. He got flustered, because he had to do something over a couple of times. I couldn't really see if he was still responding to the previous episode. I couldn't see his crotch; it was hidden by the register.
He totaled everything and gave us the total. Hank asked him if we weren't entitled to a discount. The clerk looked at him quizzically. Hank reached over and lifted my t-shirt, exposing the head of my cock peeking over the top of the waistband. It swelled at the sudden exposure. "The handling fee discount?" Hank asked him.
The clerk looked up at Hank, who was smiling, and then smiled himself, and nodded. "Yes, I believe that is a 25% discount." He paused, and added, "But only if you promise to come back often to do your shopping for your intimate apparel."
Hank chuckled, and told him he could count on it. He had me pay the clerk, who smiled as he gave me the change and handed me the package of clothes. "I'll look forward to seeing you again," he said, looking at me, and I blushed at the 'seeing' me part of the statement, because he had definitely seen me!
We walked back out to the truck, and Hank laughed. "You are getting pretty bold there, little brother. Stripping naked and showing hard for strangers!" He reached over and ruffled my hair. I felt like I was 2 or 3 years younger than him.
"Have you ever?" I started, and had difficulty finishing. But he wouldn't help.
"Ever what?"
"Done something like that?" I asked hoarsely, eager to know the answer.
He chuckled. "Yeah, my brother's have done similar things with me, and I got so I would do it to clerks I thought would get a kick out it." He smiled.
"Did you ever find one that didn't get a kick out it?" I couldn't imagine being so bold as to do that to strangers, although I had just done it. But only with Hank's encouragement and presence.
He laughed. "Yes, one guy was definitely not cool with it. I was trying on pants and asked his opinion, and then took off the pants while he was there. I wasn't wearing underwear. He blushed, grabbed the pants, and hurried out the door. I thought sure he was going to either call the store security or come back in after second thoughts. But he did neither. He came back, knocked on the door, and passed me the pants without looking in." Hank laughed again at the memory.
"How about we get some fast food? You have the money now, and I do as well. We can kind of celebrate your success." He drove around a bit until he found a taco place. He pulled into the parking lot and stopped. "I'll bet you twenty bucks that you won't go through drive through with your shorts undone, unzipped, and your t-shirt up a bit." He looked at my face to see my reaction.
I was still so horny and so on edge that I wasn't thinking straight, so I said, "And I'll bet you the same twenty that you won't."
He laughed. "Deal!" He put his hand out to shake mine. I shook his and my heart started pounding at the thought of what I was about to do. He undid his shorts, unzipped them, pulled his dick out of the opening of his boxers, and left his t-shirt up so his cock was completely exposed. I swallowed and followed his movements, until I was exposed similarly, except that my cock was still hard. Fortunately, it pointed towards my navel while sitting down like this.
He chuckled at my condition. "Sir Everhard!" I blushed, and he pulled up to the ordering spot. He asked what I wanted, and I was too flustered to think. All I could think of was how exposed I was.
"You pick," I said, after a couple of seconds of indecision. I just couldn't focus on that right now. My heart was racing and I was breathing faster. I felt a trickle of sweat roll down my side from my armpit. Damn, I was horny, nervous, and on edge.
He ordered, while his hand played with his cock. My eyes were glued to his crotch as he ordered. I heard nothing of what he said. As he rolled forward, my panic increased. Was I really going to do this? Oh, Shit! He was one car away from the window!
That car moved, and he began to roll forward. I could see the young guy that was at the window. What was I doing? At the last second, I pulled my shirt down and covered my crotch. Hank saw it and laughed. He pulled forward and asked me for my money. I was flustered, and fumbled for the wallet. In the process of getting it out, I managed to uncover my balls and the base of my cock. I was trying to nonchalantly cover myself and get out money at the same time. I went red again, and managed to get some money out, and gave it to Hank, who was smiling through the whole thing.
He handed my money and his to the guy. The guy made change and handed it back to Hank. He seemed to be concentrating on his job, and completely oblivious of us. My heart was still racing, and I figured I was being a wuss for nothing. So I slowly edged up my shirt until my whole cock was exposed. It throbbed, and I tried to get myself under control. Hank didn't seem the least bit concerned.
He took the drinks and handed them to me, then took the bag and sat it on the floor between us. Then he spoke to the guy, "Do you have some napkins, my friend has spilled something on his lap."
The guy looked in at me and reached for some napkins; then did a double take. I saw his eyes widen. Then he looked at my face and then at Hank's. Hank laughed, and pulled forward.
"Asshole!" I said, laughing and shaking. I pulled my shirt down and let out a long sigh of relief.
Hank pulled over in the lot and put the car in park. "You pulled it off! Literally!" he chuckled. "I thought you were going to chicken out, but then you did it! Congratulations!" He reached over and squeezed my cock through my t-shirt, which caused a wet spot to appear near the head. "And I bet you are just on edge, and horny, and over come with anxiety and wild emotions. Right?"
I was shocked that he knew me so well. "Yes," I said, as much in response to his touching my cock as to his question.
"I bet you wish you could just take your cock in your hand, right now, and jerk off." He was looking at me in the face.
Fuck, he just knew me so well! "Yes!"
"So go ahead. Take it out right here and go for it. It shouldn't take that long, so our food won't get cold. I'll pull right over there into that parking spot and you can just go for it." I couldn't tell if he was pushing me or trying to get me to do it or what. I was getting mixed up again. My cock said yes! And my brain said NO!
He watched my face for a moment and looked at my growing wet spot. He waited a couple more seconds, then said, "Times up." He smiled. "But I am sure there will be more opportunities later tonight for you to take care of your needs."
I couldn't tell if he was disappointed or glad that I hadn't done it right there. I still didn't know how to read him, but he certainly knew how to read me.
He had me pass him some food, and we ate while we drove back to the university. I was lost in my thoughts as I ate the vegetarian burrito he had gotten for me, along with the water.
My mind continued to replay the last half hour. It was something I had done for as long as I could remember. Replay scenes in my mind and see how they would have turned out if I had done something different. Usually, it was coming up with a better replay to some put-down someone had said to me. Or how some scene could have become sexual between me and some guy I had met or seen. That usually ended in a jack off session, as I pushed the scene further and further into the man to man sex arena.
And I kept seeing several scenarios play through my mind. The clerk giving me a blow job. Me jerking off for the clerk. Me jerking off at the fast food place, but the two that were having the most effect on me were Hank on his knees giving me a blow job and me naked on my knees giving Hank a blow job. Damn, and he had only been my roommate for, what 3 days?
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