A note or two --
Rutabaga -- thanks for the great files on characters and the interactions between the characters. It should help me keep better track of the all the guys, their names, family, and who they have done what to.
Reminder, in Kyle and Hank's world there is no HIV or AIDS, so no need for condoms. That is not the case in our world. So always play safely.
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.
"No, I think I will give them out as gifts to all of your Aunt's and Uncle's, cousins and such." Hank kept it up.
"Please, Hank, I am on edge about this whole thing and that isn't helping," I begged. He saw the look on my face and reached over to hug me.
"I am sorry, little brother, I keep forgetting how this is not just a natural thing for you, like it is with my family. We will have to work out a secret signal when you think I am about to say something you don't want me to."
"How about this," I said and flipped him the bird. He laughed.
"I was thinking something a bit more subtle," he said, rubbing the side of his nose.
"How about you just don't talk?" I said.
"Are you going to run into any of those assholes from your high school years?" he asked.
"Why?" I asked panicked. What was he thinking about?
He must have heard the tone of my voice because he put his hands on my shoulders and said, "Nothing, I just wondered if we were going to see any of them. Thought maybe you might want to show them what a great guy you turned out to be." He has wells of tears in his eyes as he said that and it blew my emotions away that he was so concerned about me.
So I tried to make light of the situation, "What so you can blow me, in front of them?"
He chuckled, "No, asshole, so they could see how you have grown physically, mentally and emotionally."
"Uh, I don't think so," I didn't really know what to think or do about those guys.
He changed the subject, "Thomas called and wants us to come in tomorrow afternoon for a photo shoot. Something of a holiday theme." My mind went in circles thinking of what Thomas would come up with for the photo shoot.
I had seen one of his latest series of pics. It featured Jimmy and Eric from the dorms. It is all shot in some parking garage. The guys must have drank a gallon of water or been on some kind of diuretic or both.
The guys are standing by a support post in the parking garage, taking a leak; each with their dicks out of their jeans. Then Eric turns and starts pissing on Jimmy's jeans. Then Jimmy's turn. Soon they both about soaked. They laugh and strip naked, tossing their clothes into the open car trunk nearby.
They proceed to hose each other down, completely drenching the other in piss. This includes Jimmy seemingly drinking gallons of Eric's piss. They then both beat off spraying cum (in stop action shots) all over each other. Just as they finish a car pulls up next to them. And the guy gives them the once over head to toe.
So I had no idea what he would come up for the holidays.
We took our nightly shower. I was now very easy about walking the halls of the dorms naked with a towel over my shoulder and was only concerned when it was to be some parent's weekend or such. Occasionally, there were women in the hall, but again after all the photo shoots; this was becoming more natural for me.
Hank would kid me now and then about how casual I had become about being naked. "You should go to class that way one day," he said and my cock would begin to rise at the thought of it. For some reason a flash of James in my physics class seeing me naked just pushed the right button. Hank laughed.
When we got to the shower, Jimmy was just entering. Before he turned on the water, he began pissing against the wall. He saw me looking at him. "I don't know, ever since Thomas' session, I just have this thing about piss and pissing." He gave his typical shit-eating grin that he got when caught in some sexual situation.
I looked around to see if we were alone and asked, "Are you going to give up getting fucked for getting pissed on?"
Hank added, "Or just get pissed in or on when you get fucked?"
Jimmy laughed nervously and started his shower. He adjusted the water and then said, "I guess there was always a curiosity about it as long as I can remember, but nothing I ever really acted on before. "
Hank and I had played around a bit with piss, and often pissed on each other in the shower just to get a laugh out of the other one.
"But now, I just find myself doing crazy things. Like trying to find new locations to piss. I have pissed in the library, the hallways, the paths to and from various buildings, in each building, in the theatre, and even managed to piss in class while the prof was teaching." His cock was thickening up while he talked.
"Am I being crazy? I mean I have a chart of every building and if I have pissed in it and where."
Hank laughed, "Sounds a lot like Kyle. He gets fixated on something to the loss of everything else. Right now he is on some Asian kick. He drinks tea, burns incense and does this strange Feng Shui thing every morning at sunrise."
"Asshole!" I said, knowing he was trying to get to me.
"Fuck face!" he said.
We got Jimmy off the pissing stories by asking him if he was doing the photo shoot for Thomas. "Yes, and Mikail, Jared, Reggie, and Drew's roommate, Will." Will was a surprise to me, I hadn't seen him doing anything of the sort. This might be really interesting.
Hank could see the wheels turning in my head and laughed at me, "Asshole!" I said and he burst out laughing and the swallowing water in the process. We were just getting too in tune with each other's thoughts. And I guessed that was a good thing.
After a shower and shave, we headed back to our rooms. It was nice spooning with Hank in the bed. This time I was behind him so I would reach over him and cup his dick and balls in my hand as we drifted off to sleep.
For the first time in a long time I had a dream about the guys from my high school teasing me and getting me in my underwear in the cafeteria, or giving me a wedgie in the locker room. They started their usual ridicule of me. I panicked and wanted to run.
Hank shook me awake and said I was struggling in my sleep. I was shaking, like I was freezing or something. "What was that all about?" he asked soothing me with his hand up and down my arm.
I wiped my eyes and realized they were full of tears. I told him about the dream. I was now much more open to him and didn't hide things from him as I would have at the beginning. He kept soothing me while I got it out between sobs and gasps. It had been so vivid.
"Bunch of bullying assholes," he said when I finished "Fuck `em."
I sighed, wondering how I could be so lucky as to have someone who could listen to all that crap and still stand to be around me. But as I was learning more and more often, that's what it meant to care about someone. You listen to their problems and then you comfort them and stand by them.
He turned me and spooned behind me, kissing the top of my head, then wrapping his arms around me and cupping my equipment in his warm hand. I felt very secure as I drifted back to sleep
In the morning, we did our usual stretching, sit-ups and exercises. Then we dressed for our run. We now had to wear sweats because it was a bit cooler in the mornings.
Now and then we would dare the other to do a mile either naked or in a jock depending on how much light there was and what part of the trail we were on. This always got me horny and Hank would just laugh.
He would always figure out some way for me to get release before returning to the dorm. Sometimes it was jacking off, sometimes he would suck me, and a couple of times, he ran with his hand around my dick. The movement of my dick inside his fist as we ran would push me over the edge. It was a challenging feat because I would lose concentration on running and tend to trip over my own feet as I concentrated on the sensations in my dick. I also tended to not look where I was going when he was doing this. I think more than one groundskeeper got an eyeful early in the morning. This made me wonder if Phil was getting any action.
This morning, he was showing off and running backwards and taunting me. I had gotten much better in my stamina and speed in running but he could still pull away from me sometimes. "Come on, speed it up, little brother, wouldn't want those high school bullies of yours to be able to catch you."
"Asshole," I said and sped up, "Why don't take off those sweats and jock and we'll see how well you run in this cold weather."
He laughed and began hopping on one foot as he pulled off his sweatpants and then his jock. His cock was shriveling up fast with the cold. I watched with interest as he stripped and then began running. "You just like looking at my ass, when I run naked, because you are always running behind me!" he taunted.
I sped up and he did as well, we kept doing this until I was about burnt out. Finally, I had to pause. I stopped, bent over and fought to get my wind back. Hank danced around in front of me, hid dick flopping around in front of my face.
"Want me to warm that up for you?" I asked raising my gaze to look him in the face.
He laughed and said, "That would be nice, but you have to catch me before you can warm me up." He took off then.
I raised up and began to sprint after him. I waited until he was along a grassy area, then I dove to tackle him and bring him to the ground. We tumbled together in a ball of limbs, laughing all the while.
I struggled to get my hands onto his dick and balls. He was working to pull down my sweatpants. I got a feel of his junk and found that it was quite cold. He did need warming up. But he was trying to expose me to the elements.
He pulled a fast one and ended up kneeling across my arms facing my crotch which his butt just inches from my face. He pushed my sweats and jock down until my dick was exposed. "How does that feel?" he said as the cool air blew across my crotch.
"Freezing, fucker!" He laughed and sat back on my face.
"That's one way to shut you up," he said smashing his crack around my face.
I fought and struggled and he just laughed at my ragged breath at his nether regions. "Feels good!"
He moved a bit until his dick was laying across my mouth and nose. I opened and gathered him in. I gave him a little nip just to pay him back, but he tweaked my balls for me in retaliation.
I went to work on his dick and he finally leaned forward and did the same to me. I was getting lost in lust when he said, "I think we better get back to the dorm before we finish this." With that he jumped up and pulled on his sweats in almost one sleek move.
He stood off to one side of me and said, "Good morning. Don't mind him, running makes him horny."
I jumped up, trying to pull up my jock, sweats, and tuck my hard dick inside of it all at the same time. I caught a glimpse of a runner heading away from me up the trail. "Asshole!" I said loudly, with my ears burning.
"Fuck face," he said laughing and then laughed harder as he got the pun he unintentionally made.
He took off and led a steady pounding pace back to the dorms. As we turned the last corner back to the dorms he said, "Last one to the dorms, has to strip and climb the stairs naked." He sprinted away and I dashed on to try and catch him.
It was nearly a tie, but he beat me by millimeters, mere nanoseconds. I tried to claim a tie, but he wouldn't have it. He leaned against the stairwell door as I pulled off my sweatshirt, sweat pants and jock. He took the clothes from me and followed me up the stairs. I didn't run the stairs, I was pretty exhausted. He would slap my ass now and then to getting get me moving. We only passed a couple of students in the stairwell and Hank told them that I had lost a bet. They just laughed and continued on their way.
Back in the room, Hank put us through our stretches before heading down to the showers for another quick shower. It seemed we managed two a day usually. Hank accused me of just wanting to see all the naked guys in the shower.
After the shower we dressed. I still wore plenty of Hank's clothes although I had my own now. Downstairs in the cafeteria, he no longer had to pick out my food as I had gotten the hang of eating healthier.
In physics class that morning, I saw James and wondered what he would look like naked and would he strip if I came into class naked and on and on. Next I knew, I was hard and hadn't heard the last 20 minutes of the lecture. He was looking at me strangely. I blushed to the tips of my ears and lowered my head. Caught!
On the way out of class he said, "That was cute." I got a tinge of red on my face again and mumbled thanks. Okay, so I still wasn't so calm with my sexuality that I didn't get embarrassed by it now and then!
The rest of classes and lunch went by without incident for the most part. I walked into the men's room, to find this guy standing back about a foot or more from the urinal blasting away with a heavy stream of piss. It made me think of Jimmy and I wondered what this guy's thing was. He didn't move or change position when I moved up to the urinal furthest from him and began to take a piss.
When he finished, he walked away from the urinal before stuffing his dick back in his pants, zipping up and then washing his hands. I got the feeling that he was watching me, but I didn't turn my head to check. Not that I stuff myself into the urinal, but I didn't turn and flash him or anything.
As I flushed I realized he hadn't. I looked over at his urinal and saw that it was nearly full of yellow liquid. Wow, that guy had to go.
Then I mentally shook my head and thought, 'why are you getting so hooked up on piss?' I laughed at myself as I washed my hands and headed out.
By the time I turned up for the photo shoot, I was ready to see what Thomas would come up with, pun intended. I was horny, which Hank continued to tell everyone was a constant state with me.
Jim was there checking in and checking out everyone as they came in. He was such the stereotypical queen and reveled in it. "Oh, honey, don't you know you shouldn't wear any underwear. It leaves such terrible indentations on your skin from the elastic. You should just let everything hang free." Jimmy waggled his dick at Jim. Jim responded, "Oh, yes, honey, you got it! Work it, baby, work it!"
When the seven of us were there and changed into our thin robes, Jim sent us into the studio. Thomas was there along with a complete Christmas tree, fireplace with stockings. He gave us each a Santa hat.
"Happy holidays, guys," he started. "Here's the synopsis. I want you all hard, and then hang a stocking from your cock. Then I am going to capture several images as you gather in front of the fireplace.
I pulled off my robe and put in on the table with the others. I noticed Will then. He seemed a bit nervous about the whole thing. I wondered what his thing was and how he managed to get into this. I saw Jimmy talking to him and wondered if Jimmy had gotten him into this and whether he had gotten Eric into him.
Mikail was nonchalantly stroking himself. Reggie seemed to bone up just being around the naked guys. I knew how that was! Jared seemed as self assured as always as he moved up so Jimmy could get him hard. Will blushed again, turned his back on the group, but I noticed his hand moving.
Hank caught me looking and smiled. We had talked about Will's A & F look. Most of the time, he came across as confident as Jared; like nothing could fluster him and that he had already experienced everything. But now he looked nervous. I watched his ass bunch and flex as he pounded his pud.
Hank and I openly worked the other up, which for me, as usual, didn't take much.
"Okay, boys, here are your stockings." He lined us up in front of the fireplace and managed to stroke each cock as he hung the stocking from the protruding dick. It was a great assortment of sizes and directions. Some pointed to the sky, some had a determined curve to the right. Mikail's dick just jutted straight out surrounded by his prolific pubic bush.
I noticed that Will was dripping as Thomas manhandled his dick, wiping the nectar up with his fingers and putting it to Will's lips. Will looked surprised but opened his mouth and licked the finger clean.
Then Thomas had us put our arms over the shoulder of the guy on either side of us. Then he got his camera and started taking pictures. The longer we were under the lights the more the musky scent of the guys began to blend. I loved that smell and when it hit me, my cock responded by bobbing up and down and releasing its own pearly drop.
Thomas had us move into a couple more positions taking several shots in each pose. He then moved us around the tree, positioning us, this way and that. He tried several configurations before he had the one he liked. Everyone had a hand, arms, leg intertwined with someone else. I had Reggie on one side of me with his dark skin a contrast to my whiter look. And Mikail with his jet black hair creating another kind of contrast was on the other side.
At one point I closed my eyes just to revel in the sensations of smell, warmth of skin and textures. "Eyes open," Thomas said.
Then he told us just to get to know the people around us, and as Will started to say something, he said, "In a non-verbal way."
Thomas took several more pictures as hands and feet explored the bodies around them. It was very sensual and erotic. This time when I closed my eyes, I was not told to open them. I was getting totally lost in the faceless hands, feet, thighs, and elbows that touched every part of my body. Yes, I even felt a finger prodding my hole.
The pile began to move and roil like a nest of snakes; bodies moving twisting, changing contact, and position. I heard a very nervous ragged breathing in my ear. I opened my eyes and saw Will's face close to mine. I moved up and gave him a kiss. I felt him pull back at first but then he pressed back and returned the kiss with passion. I moved a hand so I could run it up and down the length of his torso from groin to face, blindly exploring everything I found. He let a quiet gasp escape his lips as I squeezed his dick or tweaked his nipples.
The lights flashed several times as the bodies moved again and again. Then the lights dimmed and it seemed that there was a real roaring fire in the fireplace. Now I felt tongues on my cock, nipples and all across my body along with the hands and other surfaces. I began to explore as well.
Hats and stockings were skewed or knocked off. At one point I noticed strands of red and strands of white fur were draped across us. I imagined the way the photos would look as these seven men merged and combined intertwined with this holiday theme.
I felt probing of my hole and warm breath over my dick. I couldn't look because I was exploring a hairy crack with my tongue. On and on it went, becoming more and more erotic and passionate until as often happens, I became totally lost in the fog of lust.
I was not sure how many times I had cum or who I had really done what to when the lights began to brighten with Thomas saying, "Thank you, guys, that was a great session." There was a period of disentanglement as we extricated ourselves. There were some chagrined looks from Will and Mikail as reality clicked back in place for them. I think that it had the greatest impact on Will. I knew that all the others had been involved in one or more of Thomas' sessions.
I saw him shake his head as he stumbled over to pick up a robe as the rest of us did. He didn't even bother putting it on, but then neither did anyone else. We went back into the main room to gather our clothes. There was some light banter with Jim adding the occasional, "Oh, honey, that was magnificent!" and clapping his hands together.
When we were dressed and everyone else had left but Hank, Will and I, Will seemed hesitant to leave with us. Hank, as usual, broke the ice, "So, Will, what did you think of that?"
He blushed and said, "I am in a daze. When Jimmy told me about the session," it had been Jimmy, "I didn't know what to expect. He said it was just a bunch of guys posing naked for some photo assignment that Thomas had. He made it sound like some locker scene. I've been naked plenty of times in the locker and never thought anything of it. So it sounded like fun, a way to make some money, and get to know some new people. But I never thought ..." he let it trail off.
"That it was going to turn into a male orgy?" Hank said quietly.
"Yeah," he said, "I mean, I am no prude or anything. I messed around with the guys in high school, joined in circle jerks and all." He paused, "But nothing like this."
"Did you like it or not?" Hank asked again, trying to judge Will's reaction.
He had a shy smile, "Yeah, I did." He paused, thought, and then added, "You know I have screwed girls and all, but this was so different, so amazing, so gentle, so much like camaraderie, male bonding or something like that. I think I actually screwed a guy, sucked some guy's dick and got sucked off in there. I must have cum at least 2 or 3 times and it was so natural and so amazing." He looked at Hank and I, "And you two are, a, uh, couple?"
"Yes," I said beating Hank to it by a split second.
"And I know that there are gay guys, are there really bi-guys?" he asked seriously.
"Well, Mikail, the hairy guy, he seems to be, so he says with both women and men. He seems to always be the top when he is with guys, so maybe that's how he makes it work for him. The old, any hole will do." Hank said and Will cracked a wry smile.
"And, okay, this is way too naïve but are there other gay guys or guys that like to do this kind of thing on campus." Both of us started laughing. He blushed and Hank jumped in.
"No, not to be mean, it is just that in our dorm, this goes on all the time. In fact, I think your room ..." I was fast signaling him with a massive nose rub, "I mean the room next to yours, has a couple of guys that like to party like that."
"Yeah, I didn't think you meant Drew. He is so wound up in his religion. He is constantly reading his bible, praying and going to bible study. I think he might be asexual. I doubt he even jerks off."
Hank stifled a laugh and I choked. Drew had his own issues with admitting to his sexuality, I didn't want to spring a wild and horny Will on him. I thought that that nut might be a bit easier to crack though, if Will set the stage, but didn't think Will was quite ready for that.
"I have to admit," I said, speaking up for the first time. "Hank and I are trying to be pretty much exclusive to each other." I looked at Hank and said, "I love him and I want to be with him as long as he will have me. So we really want to enjoy each other. But tonight, just pushed too many buttons."
Hank said, "You mean, you got 'lost in a fog of lust?'" He had heard me say that before.
I blushed a bit then, "Yeah, Hank has heard me say that before. I am so new to all of this that I just get overwhelmed by everything and go into a zone of sex and do anything and everything."
Will's eyebrows rose on that. He looked at Hank, who said, "Yeah, pretty much anything, anyplace, any time, with anyone." Then he grinned and rubbed my head and gave me his special smile, so I would know he was just kidding me.
"Speaking of which, Jimmy would really be willing to pretty much do anything with you. He just can't seem to get enough and he really, really likes to get fucked." He laughed and added, "Which was probably his reason for seducing you into doing this shoot tonight."
Will continued sharing about his high school years, which while not as wild as Hank's were definitely more adventuresome than mine. He had had sleepovers at his cousin's house when he was first entering puberty and they had explored jerking off together.
Then in high school there were the circle jerks with guys from his team and one guy that had given him a blow job. He had been intrigued by it all, but never had a chance to explore more. He thought it was kind of a passing thing after he started scoring with the chicks.
But after tonight, he wondered. We talked about how things had progressed for us and the kinds of things we had done. He was very intrigued by the photo work I was doing and especially about the special art gallery exhibitions that we did. "Wow, you do that in front of whole bunch of people and get paid for it. I am getting boned up just thinking about it!"
We left him at his room at the dorm with him saying he was going to have to get together with Jimmy and have a "talk" with him. Both Hank and I didn't think there would be much talking going on.
At dinner, we saw Jimmy and Will talking. Jimmy was all smiles and laughing. Jared looked at the two of them and would smile as he looked back and forth between their two faces. He had the air of a parent looking at two boisterous kids that he knew were going to get into mischief.
I saw Drew come into the dining room, look at the threesome and then move off by himself to eat. I figured that envy and uncertainty were eating away at him. Half of him probably wanted in on what he assumed they were talking about and the other half, like those movies where the good version is on one shoulder and bad on the other, good was saying, "Now you know that is not proper." You could just about see him listening to one then the other. I completely understood some facets of that conundrum.
After dinner, I sent Hank off to the library so I could wrap his gifts and get everything ready for our trip next week. "Stay out of the closet," he said before he left.
And in a bit of irony that I usually didn't have, I said, "Oh, you got me out and there is no going back in!"
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