First -- my apologies for the long delay since the last chapter.
Second -- thanks to all the guys that sent me pokes asking me to get on the stick and get another chapter done.
Third -- thanks to Estaban who made a wonderful word document with all of the chapters of the story gathered together in one doc. Makes it easier to research people and various aspects of the story.
Fourth -- A reminder that in Hank and Kyle's world aids and hiv do not exist. They do in our world, so act accordingly.
Fifth -- As usual, thanks to my editor.
Sixth have fun!
It seemed like hours before Hank and I were finally alone. I tried to speak, but couldn't; and he put his finger on my lips to stifle any further attempt. Then he just wrapped his arms around me and kissed me; we had adjourned to our room, so he pushed me back on the bed and slowly, oh so sensually and passionately, made love to me.
I am one of the luckiest persons in the whole world!
We fell asleep, entwined together, and were suddenly awakened to jumping and hollering on the bed. It was Ted Jr.; he was yelling, "Wake up, sleepy heads! You over slept and breakfast is getting cold!"
"Stop!" Hank cried.
Ted Jr. just laughed and said, "My dad sent me to wake up you and I am not to leave until you are awake!" He pulled the covers off of us, much to my embarrassment, as I had my usual morning hard on. Hank just laid there with his own morning wood at full mast.
"No, time to play with those!" he laughed, and said, "Go to the bathroom, get dressed, and get downstairs." He kept jumping until we sat up. "Or, you don't have to get dressed if you don't want to!" He laughed some more as he pushed us towards the bathroom.
I had to laugh as he stood guard while Hank and I pissed, and while we found shorts and t-shirts to put on. I mentally shook my head and wondered what I would have turned out like if I had grown up around "adults" like the ones in this house, where nudity, hard-ons, and sex were subjects that could be talked about and joked about.
Downstairs, breakfast was all kinds of sliced fruits, yogurts, breakfast breads, and coffee. Everyone was in a cheery mood. As usual, the talk was going on around me, back and forth between different people; it was difficult to figure out who was talking to whom.
After a morning game of football, stuff to make cold sandwiches was laid out; nothing like good leftover turkey sandwiches!
Then it was time for their version of name that tune. Hank and I teamed up and blew the competition away! No one could believe I knew the song "Do Wacka Do." We won when we figured out a song by Ladysmith Black Mombasa. And Phil tried to stump us on extra points with one by Los Indios Tabajaras. He thought sure he would stump me then, but my iTunes has over 5500 songs, and it is so eclectic.
We won iTunes cards for $50 each! Nothing can be better than an iTunes card!
Hank and I went off for a walk after that; it was such beautiful country. We talked about his family, and I talked about how amazing they were, and how it was so wonderful to be accepted by them. It seemed like we couldn't stop talking. We held hands as we walked; now and then he would stop, turn, and kiss me. I would get all emotional, and he would smile.
When we got back to the house, we said we needed a nap, and we practically ran up the stairs and tore off our clothes! We just wanted to get into bed and get it on! We started out all feverish, but slowed down and enjoyed ourselves. He let me fuck him, and it was so amazing, looking at his face as I did. Wow! He would squeeze down on me, and then I would flex inside him.
It seemed to have gone on for hours, but was probably more like 20 minutes. When we finished, we showered and cleaned up each other. Nothing better than showering and cleaning up your lover, touching all those special spots, again and again!
Dinner was another casual affair around the dining room table, with leftovers and casseroles. I was now included in more and more conversations as the wives, kids, and family asked me more questions. They wanted to know how I got such a diverse taste for music, and I said, "It just comes naturally I guess. I can never just get set on one kind of music. I start listening to one kind of music, say jazz, and I just have to explore it and delve into it until I have a good appreciation for it. Then some other type of music will catch my ear, like world music, and I will be off exploring it next."
Hank looked at me, and chimed in. "He gets fixated on something, and won't let it go until he has gotten a look at it from all sides." This brought laughter from some of the brothers, which caused me to blush.
"Now, don't tease him too much on his first big family event," Hank's mom said.
Then someone brought up photography, and we were off on another conversation, until the subject of the movie "Blow Up" was mentioned, and then we went off on a wild variety of movies. Phil couldn't believe that I had seen it, and "Zabriskie Point." "Hey, if it is on DVD and Netflix has it, well then, I have probably seen it."
Someone else brought up that thing on Facebook about how many of the 240 movies you had seen, and I had seen about 215 of them. That got another round of laughter.
Everyone got everyone else's names for Facebook and I wondered what some of them would think - of some of the stuff posted on my wall by me. I worried that some of the photos from the art classes would be posted. Hank asked me what was wrong, and I told him. He laughed and said, "Nothing to worry about with this group. It would take a lot to shock them." He ruffled my head, even though my hair wasn't very long.
One of the brothers had an iPhone, and he let me look at it and do some exploring. I had seen them, but had not had my hands on one. I loved it! Wow! All the apps and everything. Hank laughed at me. "Gadget geek!" he called.
Hank and I took care of the dishes after dinner. "Your family is so amazing!" I said.
"Well, I am just going to have to go to your next big family doings and meet all of your family. Then I can compare!" He saw the look of horror on my face, and he laughed and said, "What? You don't think they will like me?"
"Hey, I don't know how they will take that I am gay, much less have a partner," I said.
"Oh, I am a partner, now?" he said, with mock shock.
"Asshole!" I said.
"Fuckface!" he retorted.
When he finished laughing he said, "I have a video that you have to see. I bet it's just the way your Mom is going to be. I found it on YouTube. It is called, "Did you hear about our John?" It's this English comedy show about the mom whose son tells her he is gay. She goes around the neighborhood telling everyone, and how he can help them pick out drapes, cook, etc., all because he is gay. It is a riot! You will have to watch it tonight."
By the time we finished the dishes, people had moved off to various rooms. Bill called us over to the computer and said, "I heard you guys talking. Kyle, here's the vid that Hank was talking about."
He started playing the vid, and I nearly fell over. It was so funny, but I didn't want everyone to hear us listening to it. "Don't worry, Kyle; I don't know of anyone in the family that hasn't heard this. They played it enough for me when I told them about myself. They just love dishing out the English accent and saying, `Did you hear about our Billy?' And even Junior would imitate the mother to a tee!"
The grandmother cracked me up! I had tears rolling down my face by the time it was over. "Yes, damn it! I can just hear my mom, now, doing nearly the same thing! Oh, my gosh! I am never going to be able to go home!"
Hank laughed and said, "I think Christmas at your mother's will be wonderful!"
"Asshole!" I said.
"Fuckface!" he retorted.
By the time the weekend wrapped up, I didn't want to leave. This was such a warm, loving family; I felt I could stay there forever, but Hank convinced me that we had to get back to school, because we had things to do!
He kept playing with my cock all the way back. "Didn't you get enough of that this weekend?" I asked playfully.
"Never!" he said. "Take off your pants."
"What?" I said, trying to figure out if he was joking or not.
"You have had less clothes on in a much more public location." He gave me a wicked grin. "I want to see you naked!"
I laughed, blushed (I just can't seem to get over blushing!), and took off my pants. Of course, I was hard, and he laughed. He reached over and gripped my dick firmly, causing me to moan.
Then I pulled off my t-shirt, and sat there naked. He was running his hand over my crotch, stomach, and thighs. "Keep your eyes on the road, asshole!" I said.
He laughed, and turned on the dome light, exposing me to the truck that was passing us. The truck driver blew his horn, scaring the shit out of me!
"Fuckface!" he laughed, and continued, "that'll teach you!"
"Asshole!" I said, as he turned off the light; he reached over and gripped me again.
I lay back and sighed. He laughed, reached over, and turned on the air conditioner. "Fuck!"
I wanted to grab my clothes, but he said, "No! Naked!"
He kept teasing me as we drove along; I was going nuts; I just wanted to cum!
About 10 minutes from the university, he said, "Okay, you can jerk off now!" I leaned back and gripped my dick, starting to stroke fast and furiously. "No, take it slowly," he said
I trembled, relaxed my grip a bit, and then slowly stroked. I trembled again, and he saw it, and laughed. "Enjoy it!" he said.
My dick was dripping like mad, and he scooped up some and brought it to his lips. "Yum!"
"Fuuuuuuccccckkkkk!" I said, trying to follow his directions, and wanting to shoot so badly!
He laughed again. "Take it slowly, lightly; make it worth it!"
As I have said, I am a tight-fisted-fast-as-possible jerker, and this was torture! And he knew it!
But the sensations were sending me over the edge; I just wanted to go for it! But I wanted to follow what Hank was saying, too.
I felt like a current was pulsing through me. My teeth began to chatter, and I shivered, tensing every muscle in my body as I felt the wave rushing towards me. "Argh!" I said, pushing my head back, and slowly stroking over the edge.
I arched my back, and that's when it hit! I began to shoot, moan, shake, and everything - all at once. I covered my chest with rope after rope of hot cum. Hank waited until I was panting, coming down from the rush, before he said, "Argh? What are you becoming? A pirate?"
I caught the pun, wiped up some cum, and smeared it across his face. He laughed, and reached for my cock; it was so sensitive. "No, please, no!"
He laughed. "Just a moment ago, you were begging me to!" He wiped up a rope from my chest and put it into my mouth.
I realized we were pulling into the parking lot at the dorm. "Oh, fuck! I have to get some clothes on!"
"Why? You don't want to walk naked, covered in cum, through the dorm and upstairs to our room?"
"Asshole!" I said.
"Fuckface!" he laughed, and tried to keep my shorts away from me. Once he parked, I wrestled them away from him; I was still fighting to get them on, when he opened his door, laughing so hard.
I was still pulling my shirt over my head as I got out of the car, and started laughing as I nearly fell over my own feet in getting out.
We grabbed our bags and headed upstairs. It was very surreal to come back to our place after all the family and commotion and everything. I didn't realize how exhausted I was until I pulled off my clothes in the room and collapsed on the bed.
"What? I drove all the way home!" Hank said, as he pulled his t-shirt over his head.
"Yeah, but you had me on edge the entire way!" I said, "And exposing me to all the truckers we passed!"
He crawled in next to me, and I nestled into the crook of his arm. I smiled and was soon asleep.
The next morning, we started back into the usual grind: classes, working, photography, and sex. Hank and I spent more and more time with just the two of us. People in the dorm, and around campus, recognized us more and more as a couple, not that we had an over abundance of PDA; but we were together most of the time, and held hands, or had an arm around the shoulder of the other. Yeah, there were a couple of assholes that made rude comments, but for the most part they were accepting of us.
Jimmy was still the wild sex fiend; Jared seemed to not mind. I guess they weren't as close as Hank and me. I saw and heard of crazy happenings with Jimmy. He supposedly jerked off a guy during one of his class lectures.
I saw him at a picnic table, up behind the dorms, naked, bent over the table, and being fucked by a guy, while three others watched. They just unzipped and went at his naked ass; I left when the second guy impaled him. When I asked him later, he said all four guys had used him, and that he had shot three times from being fucked.
I asked him if he was worried about being caught. He laughed and said, "If they don't like it, fuck `em!" He then told me how he had been caught in the men's room of a gas station getting fucked by Jared. He said the gas station attendant had such a look on his face. They just laughed, pulled up their pants and went out to the car. He said they asked the guy if he wanted to join them in the car. He was laughing about it.
He spent even more time naked than Hank and me. You could always find him in the hallways naked, and he didn't care who saw him that way - guys, girls, parents, RAs, etc. It didn't matter. He was really getting a reputation.
I talked to him about it once, and he shrugged and said, "College is the time to experiment, go wild, and have fun. I love sex! I can't get enough. I want it all the time - any place, any time." He smiled, and then said, "You want to have a go right now?"
I laughed and said no. He said he just loved getting fucked. It was so much fun! He had that wholesome all-American boy look on his face. And if people want to watch, that's fun, too!"
"That's fucked up man," I said.
"Well, how about your couple of `art' exhibits? That's pretty wild - the two of you having sex while a bunch of people watch. And you get paid for it!"
I blushed, laughed, and said, "Well, yeah, but that is just Hank and me, while you are out there for anyone to do anything to you."
"Splitting hairs are we?" he laughed. "At least I am not as wild as the guy I heard about."
"What?" I asked.
"I heard there was one guy who went to this house, stripped, and let a male dog go at him while people stood around watching, and taking pictures." He shook his head.
"Yeah, that's just wrong," I said.
"No, I don't think so. I just would want to do it without an audience first. I wouldn't want to be there and not be able to take the dog, or start crying, or something. I just want to enjoy it." He paused, and then added, "I am just bullshitting you. That is not my thing, but I'm not going to say anything about what gets a person turned on, if it doesn't hurt anyone else.
"What does Jared think of all of this?" I was curious.
"He is cool with us. We aren't, like, tight, like you and Hank. In fact, he gets off on hearing about my exploits, and doesn't mind when I have guys over. He likes to watch them using me. Sometimes he gets so turned on that, when they leave, he fucks me harder than they did."
I left the conversation, wondering about Jimmy, but I was not going to judge anyone's sexual appetites. I had learned that there were all kinds of things that turned people on, and everyone has some sort of dark desire that they are afraid to tell anyone.
And that's not to say that Hank and I became prudish. Yes, we did our art sex shows, and made lots of money on them; I put it away in savings, to help with my college expenses. Hank wanted to spend more of it, but I told him to cool it and buy presents for Christmas. He nodded.
We also had our share of wild moments. During one warm rain, we stripped up on the roof, and played naked in the rain. Hank ended up bending me over the AC unit and fucking me in the rain! We also had some fun in the back row of the theatre.
In the car, on the way back to the dorms, Hank laughed and said, "This public sex is becoming addicting and lucrative." He looked at me with that huge Hank smile. "Maybe we should get an agent to start booking us around town!"
"Asshole!" I said.
"Fuckface!" he said. "Seriously, we could really pay our way through college this way. We could be booked at private parties and such!"
"Yeah, we get Thomas to line up the professors and clients for us," I said, teasing.
"Hey! That's a great idea!" he said enthusiastically.
"Asshole! I was joking!"
"No, we could rake in the dough! And think of how turned on you get when you are doing it in front of someone."
"Yeah, but then we end up with a rep like Jimmy."
"No," he said, "we are only doing each other. He does anything that moves."
"Including dogs," I said seeing if I could get him like Jimmy had gotten me.
"What?" he said, looking at me.
"Later, I'll tell you later,"
Then it was just the usual for us: work, classes, photography, and sex. I spent a lot of time working on photo projects, and began to get better with my photography. I carried my camera with me everywhere, so I could capture images. Hank kept trying to call me a regular Ansel Adams, and I kept correcting him, telling him that Ansel Adams used a huge 8 X 10 camera, and worked in black and white.
I finally figured out - I am always slow with these things - that he was just kidding me. I played around with photoshop on some of the photos, and came up with some interesting shots. I particularly liked getting a comic book type of affect. My instructor was pleased with my work, and was often very positive in his critiques. That made me feel really good.
I saw Marshall a couple of times, and talked to him about Hank's family and how great they made me feel. He asked me about my mom. I told him about the 'have you heard about our John' video. He laughed, and said he had seen it. He said it couldn't be that bad.
I didn't know, and as it got closer to Christmas, Hank kept pushing that we would go to my mom's. My mom kept asking if I was coming in for Christmas. She was planning on having as many of the relatives as she could find, and some friends over, for a big Christmas dinner, so they could all meet and talk to the first one in our family to go to college. That made me feel very self-conscious.
Finally, I agreed. Hank patted me on the back, and spent the next two days wandering around saying, "Have you heard about our Kyle? He's a gay man now," in his best version of the mother's accent. I got tired of calling him an asshole, and switched to calling him a puffer, or poofer; I never did get it figured out which it was supposed to be.
He started telling me to stay out of his closet; that is where he was hiding presents. I asked him why he told me there were presents in there. "I just want to torment you some!" was his reply.
I started thinking about what I was going to get him. I wanted to get him something that would show him how I felt about him. I thought of a ring, and that just had too many implications that I was afraid would either give him too much ammunition to tease me with; or it would make him feel bad that he hadn't gotten me one, or something. That was my insecurity showing through again.
I decided on a gold chain with a Chinese character for love. Most people wouldn't know what it meant, so it would be something more private between us. Then I began to see the symbol everywhere. I saw it on coffee mugs, tea boxes, t-shirts, etc. I started buying up the whole collection; I was on a fixation thing again!
I created a photo of two people entwined, and taken in such a manner that you really couldn't tell men or women, and which pieces was whose. I used the characters to make it look like each had it tattooed on their arms. Then I toned it in black and white, with heavy contrast. I felt like it really showed him how I felt about him. I read everything I could find on the symbol, and would close my laptop whenever Hank came by; he would laugh at my paranoia.
"Are you getting fixated on something, little brother?" he asked, chuckling.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that," I agreed.
"Just don't let your grades, photos, or sex with me slip while you are obsessed with whatever this is."
Me, obsessed? Never! So I was drinking Chinese tea, listening to Chinese music, and burning incense. Hank didn't say anything; he would just look at me strangely at times. One time he said, "Do I need to buy you a kimono or something?"
I laughed and said, "That's Japanese, puffer; this is Chinese music."
"It's all Greek, to me!" he said, and ruffled my hair. It had gotten longer, but he still kept the rest of my hair trimmed nice and short and I liked that.
In the days before leaving for my mom's, I worked hard on getting something that I had made for everyone. Whether it was a photo, or book, or calendar, I wanted all the gifts to be something I had made.
I kept looking at Hank, and imagining him with the gold chain and character around his neck. Hell, I just loved looking at him naked! Hell with looking! I wanted to have that wonderful cock in my mouth again! Hank was a great cock sucker as well. We had developed a routine of a 69 fest before turning and falling asleep together. Each of us with the other's cum on our breath.
It would be so wild, I would imitate what Hank was doing to my dick and he would do the same and there was this cyclic thing going on that just fed the sexual passion until neither of us could hold out any longer. Then we almost always came at the same time and would suck every last drop out of the other's cock. I loved the musky smell of Hank's crotch, and fondling his balls until they drew up against his cock as he got close to shooting.
I found it amazing to watch the anatomy of the whole thing. A few times his nuts wouldn't draw up tight against his shaft, but most of the time they did. I loved to see the big tube along the bottom of the shaft pulse as he got turned on.
Both of us leaked profusely when we got excited. Hank seemed to be able to control himself a bit more than I could. I would still throw a rod at the slightest thing. He thought it was from all the hanging around naked at home and all the sex he had growing up.
Not that he was callus or jaded with regards to sex, but it just wasn't sitting right there under the surface ready to spring (pun intended, he said) up at the slightest provocation.
He would challenge me to see how long I could go before popping a boner. We would sit side by side at the computer, naked, of course. He would then flip through porn sights, sifting through various pics and vids to see how long it would take to get a reaction out of me. He timed it.
He knew exactly the kinds of things that pushed my buttons. I think he surfed, when I wasn't around, to line up the sites that would get to me the most!
I loved the guys that looked like Hank, developed but not muscle-bound. I loved to see them in public places having sex; either jerking off, sucking or fucking alone, or with another jock type stud. I guess I had a bit of Jimmy in me that when a guy or two were naked and having sex in front of some clothed guys, it just got to me.
Hank said he was going to make a DVD of my favorite pics and vids, and give it to me for Christmas and then watch while I explained it to my family. "Asshole!" I called him.
"Fuckface!" he retorted. I was getting nervous about the holidays at my mom's.
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