Kyle and Hank

Thanks to all the new fans that made it through all 71 chapters in a matter of days!

Thanks to Trent for helping me get things straight (well, er, gay?) with the names of people and who did what to whom.

Much appreciated. And thanks to Jere my editor. All errors are mine!

Chapter 72:

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!"

The next week was going to be a hectic week. I had to finish my photo portfolio as a final class project and I had a special final shoot that I wanted to do with Hank. After wracking my brains for ideas, I had a sudden inspiration and jumped on my computer to check a reference table on the web. Yes! Then I slipped out of the room to scout the location. It was perfect! But timing would be critical. Now, if only the weather would hold ...

And then of course I had to study for finals and I tended to get distracted by Hank in the library. I think our little corner was getting a bit rank anyway from the number of times we had peed or shot cum over the carpet.

Just as I was thinking about that I got a text from Hank. He started sending me pics. He had spotted a guy in the stacks jerking off and was taking pics of it. Then he switched to sending me a streaming vid of it. It was great and hilarious. This guy had dropped his pants to the floor and had his shirt pulled up, pounding away on his dick. I don't think he had any clue that Hank was capturing him live.

He quickly came and then quickly and nervously pulled up his pants, got himself together and then got out of the area. Hank called me and asked if I wasn't ready to come and do some studying. I laughed and said, "I have a bit more to do here and then I can come to the library."

I finished up wrapping all of Hank's gifts except the final one. I wanted to do a very special photo one and I needed one more picture for it. While I was working, I thought about the vid that Hank had just streamed to me. It gave me an idea about getting back at those high school bullies, but did I have the balls to pull it off. It made me sweat every time I thought of them.

I mentally laughed at myself. The counselor, Marshall, had talked to me about them after that nightmare I had the other day. He had talked about the need to either move on or face them and then move on. I was better than they would ever be, he said. And then added, that I just needed to believe that.

I got dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, grabbed my jacket, backpack, slipped on my crocs and headed over to the library. On the way over, I kept a lookout for guys. After all the crap that Hank and I did around campus, I started to wonder who else was doing it. So now instead of walking with my head down, I looked around, checking out the shadows, dorm windows, dorm roofs, etc.

More than once I had caught the daring frat, or dorm rat doing something naked or jerking off in the shadows. I laughed to myself, a shadow exhibitionist that was funny.

I didn't see any tonight on the way to the library. Once in the library, I headed upstairs to the area we commonly used. When I got to the end of the row opposite where we study, I saw Hank with his head phones on and back to me, working on his laptop.

I decided to surprise him. I set down my backpack, shucked off my shirt and pants. I then quietly tip toed up to him and rubbed my dick against the side of his neck. He nearly jumped out of the chair. He made such a noise that I thought he was going to get people running over. He saw my nakedness and laughed. He grabbed my dick and fondled it, trying to get me hard.

I let him have a moment with my dick, and then I went back and got my stuff. I started to put on my clothes again, and he said, "I dare you to sit there naked and work."

I thought about it and then said, "I will if you will?" The old I'll show you mine, if you show me yours routine.

He laughed and said, "How about you do the first 30 minutes and I do the second 30?"

I thought about that and said, "Yeah, but you would say after my 30 minutes was up that you had to leave or something."

He laughed again, "You are getting to know me way too well. And I have told you too many stories about what my brothers would do to me."

He pulled off his t-shirt then and stood to pull off his jeans. He started to leave his jeans around his feet, but I told him no, he had to put his clothes either in the backpack or on the chair on the opposite side of the table. He agreed, as long as I did the same.

So we stuffed our clothes into our backpacks and sat down to work. He let me get my laptop open and actually focused on work before he reached his hand into my crotch and started sliding his fingers across the top of my dick.

I took his hand away. I waited a bit and then slid my hand down his back and into his crack. I was searching for his hole. And he raised himself up a bit, so I could slide my hand around and get my middle finger pressing on his hole. He let me get two fingers in up to the second knuckle and then sat down on my hand, trapping it.

I now couldn't use my laptop or do anything. He chuckled and finally released my hand. I put my fingers under his nose. He stuck out his tongue and licked them. "You are one sick mother fucker," I said. He laughed again.

We settled in to actually studying then. I was really pushing towards the end of my semester long project and it was looking good. Hank had done some good in the way he kept after me to really study and get work done. He also liked to distract me now and then.

"Kyle?" It took a couple of seconds for it to register through the headphones, but I finally heard it and looked up. There was Mark, one of the massage therapists that had worked on me. I smiled and pulled off my headphones.

"Mark, hey, how's it going?" I sat back in my chair as I looked up at him. I saw his eyes go wide and followed his gaze. He was looking down into my naked crotch.

"A little nature study, or natural study techniques, or something," he said as he looked back and forth from my crotch to my face.

I think I felt a tinge of embarrassment then. "Well, yeah, I ..."

"I can hardly keep him in clothes," Hank piped in. "And he insists that I take mine off as well, because it 'feels so good and is so natural'." Hank uses his fingers to make quotation marks in the air.

He has leaned back now and Mark can see that we are both naked. "Looks like you don't need massages to help you relax," he said taking in my crotch again.

Hank said, "No, it is clothes that make him uptight! He loves having his cock handy. He thinks of it as his security blanket. He likes to keep reassuring himself that it is there." He smiled and Mark got that he was kidding.

"You want to study with us?" Hank said, then chuckled, "or are you just going to study us?"

Mark blushed and smiled nervously. This was a man who was used to touching naked people. But it was probably like me and photography. There was a difference between nudity and sexuality. Being nude wasn't necessarily sexual. I was getting very nonchalant about being naked in front of people for the photo sessions, walking in the halls and even stripping down here in the library.

It was when my brain plugged into the "lust" of it that my dick got hard and I became a sexual creature then. The more Mark looked at me, the more I wondered if my brain was going to switch over to sex.

"No. No, I should study someplace else. I would not get much studying done around you two." His smiled broadened, "Especially around Kyle. I would have a HARD time focusing on anything other than his hot body." That made me blush and the blood stirred in my crotch.

"Did you hear that little brother; he has the hots for you!" Hank said, poking me in the ribs with his elbow.

Mark blushed again and said, "Kyle, I would really like to get my hands on you again." That did cause my ears to redden and my dick to swell.

Hank looked at my face and then back to Mark. "I think he means someplace else other than the massage table." Mark's smile broadened.

"That's a nice thought, Mark, but I am trying to stay pretty close to Hank and be his number one guy."

Hank looked at me and gave me his special smile. "You can do what you want with Mark," he said, but I could tell he appreciated my desires.

Mark looked back and forth between us, "Look, I don't want to come between you." He paused and then said, "Well, thinking about that statement, I would like to be between you, but I mean, I don't want to create any friction," he paused, thought again, smiled and said, "I mean."

"I know what you mean," I said. I swallowed and tried to figure out if I would get emotional or not trying to say what I wanted to say. "Look, Hank and I are together, a couple, wanting to be together, whatever you want to call that." I felt the passion welling up in me. "I care, I mean, I love him." I blushed and Hank's smiled broadened. "And although we still end up involved in wild and crazy things sometimes, I really am trying to limit myself to him."

I had said it, but I knew there was moisture in my eyes. And, could it be, that there was some in Hank's eyes as well.

"So you won't be in for another massage?" Mark asked sincerely.

Hank laughed, "He might be in for a massage, but he is trying to say he doesn't want it to go further than that." He smiled and looked at me, "However, if Sir Everhard pops up, I don't know that he would stop any advances you made." Mark looked at me and then back to Hank.

"What I am saying is that his little head can override his big head." He looked at Mark, "If he gets a hard-on, Kyle loses all control over his dick and his dick does what it wants until it is satisfied." Mark was laughing.

"I get it." He seemed to get into the gist of the kidding, "I used to have that problem, but then I turned 16 and learned to control him a little better." That caused Hank to bust out laughing and I thought sure someone was going to come over and find us sitting around naked.

"Well, in that vein, he is still 15. He just started exploring his sexuality so his does have some catching up to do." Then Hank tempered his kidding and said, "But he is getting better at control. Just look. He is sitting here naked and is still not quite hard."

"Okay guys, you can knock the ribbing off at any time." I said, half seriously.

"How about we knock one of these off," Hank said making a jacking motion in his lap. Mark laughed.

"How about this?" Hank asked, "If you want to give him a 'massage' "(finger quotes in the air, again) "you can come over tomorrow night to our room around 7 or so." Hank looked at me and added, "that way I will be around and can supervise what is going on."

Mark smiled sheepishly and said while nodding his head, "That could work."

Hank added, "Only one other thing you should know. We never wear clothes in our rooms."

"And that would be different than this, how?" Mark asked. He waved to us, turned and sauntered off.

"I am horny, little brother," Hank said.

"And what do you want to do about that here in the library?" I said, wondering what he was going to suggest.

He said, "Well, you could lean over the table and I could fuck you. Or you could sit on my lap and I could fuck you. Or you could lie down in one of the aisle and I could fuck you. Or ..." He looked at me and laughed.

"Why do I get the feeling that you want to fuck me or something?"

"Okay, here's an idea. You go into the men's room. Go into the handicap stall. Strip down, if you dress before you walk over there, leave the door unlatched, lay on the floor and I will come in and fuck you."

The visual of this was working on me. I knew the restroom he was talking about. It wasn't far away and not many people used it. We had done things in there before. I had a thought. I reached into my backpack. "Here is my camera. If I am caught, you can say you are working on an art project. They might buy that."

He smiled and took the camera. "So this means you are going to walk over there naked?"

I put my laptop away, and grabbed my backpack. I slung it over my shoulder and started walking towards the restroom. While I was used to walking around in photo shoots and my dorm naked, this was a new environment. What if I ran into someone? Would I get suspended?

I walked a little faster as these thoughts and others began to swirl in my head. Was I fucking crazy? I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. I could feel myself heading towards a complete melt down if I started what-ifing myself.

I made it to the men's room, went into the handicap stall, set down my pack and then got down on the floor. My heart started racing again, as I wondered, what would happen if someone else came in. I heard the door open and I thought my heart was going to pound out of my chest.

I listened closely for some indication that it was Hank. I didn't hear anything until I heard the door to the stall bang open and a low gruff voice say, "What the fuck is this!" In the split seconds that it took me to figure out it was Hank's voice just trying to be disguised, I nearly passed out, shit myself and pissed myself.

"Nice looking ass, little boy," he said in the same gruff voice, but this time I heard the humor in the voice.

"Then get over here and stick your dick into it!" I said, reaching back and spreading my cheeks.

He laughed, closed and latched the door, dropped his pack, stripped off his clothes, rubbed some lube on his dick and was kneeling between my legs in about 2 seconds. He leaned in and inserted his dick into my ass. I loved that feeling! I moaned and he groaned.

He started out with slow, long strokes. I had low moans in my throat and my dick was hard against the tile below me. As he picked up speed, he began to grunt with each punch into my ass. He had picked up a steady pounding rhythm when we heard the door to the restroom open. He stopped and we both listened.

We heard pissing in the urinal and Hank slid out and then pounded back in. I bit back a grunt of my own. He stopped and waited until we heard the flush to pump me a couple more times. We heard water at the sink and then the door open. He waited until he heard the door close before he started pounding my ass again.

He had done this for at least another couple of strokes before there was a bright flash of light. I thought at first that the ceiling light had popped. I started to get up and move, but Hank held me still and whispered into my ear. "Stay still." We heard the door open and close again. He began to fuck me in earnest again. I wanted to ask him what was going on, and he just shushed me and kept pumping into my ass.

As usual the moan began deep in his throat as he reached the edge. He pushed deep inside me, filling me with his hot cum. That was the point that pushed me over the edge. I covered the floor below me with my own cum. I shuddered from the strength of the orgasm.

Hank sighed and then started laughing in my ear. "That was fucking amazing!" he said as he eased out of me. "You realize that we had our picture taken?" He laughed when he felt me tense. "there is no way they could tell who it was! "

We managed to untangle ourselves. My heart was still racing at the thought of being caught. That paranoia of old, still crops up now and then. Hank didn't seem to mind and if anyone was more recognizable, it was him.

This got me to wondering if the guy that took the picture turned us in and would the campus security be waiting outside of the door when we left. After dressing, I hesitated to open the door to leave the bathroom.

Hank looked at me and wondered about my hesitancy. He pulled open the door and there were not three security guards standing there to arrest us. We headed back to our table. We went back to studying. It took me a bit for my pulse to steady and for me to quit looking over my shoulders.

I glanced at the time and said, "Oh, shit! We need to get out of here!"

Hank looked at me strangely. "I have to do my final photo shoot and I need you to be there. We discussed this. I have to get there just at the right time." I was in panic mode again and Hank knew it. He laughed at me.

We quickly packed and got back to the dorm. I had borrowed a special lens from the photo office. I got it, my camera, tripod, and pushed Hank out of the dorm room and to the stairs up to the roof.

Up on the roof, I had Hank strip and get into position as I set up the tripod, camera and lens. A light breeze passed across us. I prayed that the lunar schedule I had looked up on the internet would turn out to be accurate. Hank made a comment about the craziness of being out here bare-assed in December.

And then, just like the timetable said it would, the full moon started to rise magnificently in the background. I didn't have much time. I had Hank leaning over the edge of the roof, with the moon behind him. So he was perfectly silhouetted and light played down his back. Perfect! I got a couple of pics that way. Then I had him sit on the edge of the roof and got more profile pics. And then more positions at different angles and distances and then the moon was too high. Just in case, I got several solo shots of the full moon with great detail, so I could use them in photo shop if I had to.

When I was done, Hank had me strip, and we sat on the edge of the roof. He started roaming his hands over my body. I figured we were going to end up having sex on the roof. It wasn't a bad side benefit of the photo shoot.

"What the fuck is going on up here?" a demanding voice shouted and then a flash light was pointed into our faces.

I grabbed for my clothes, but Hank sat unflustered by the interruption. Any passion I had, wilted as the light came closer to us. "You two," said the voice behind the flashlight.

Hank must have recognized the voice because he said, "So are you going to punish us again?"

I wondered who it was and what he meant.

"Come on, you two, follow me," the guy said and used the flashlight to wash the rooftop in light, so we could see where we were going.

"Can we get dressed first," I asked, nervously.

"No," he said and then said, "if you have something on, then yes, if not, just bring your stuff with you."

Fortunately, I had grabbed my boxers and gotten then part way up my legs. I pulled them up and then grabbed the rest of my clothes, backpack and camera. Hank grabbed his stuff and followed me. He stayed naked. It never seemed to bother him to be naked.

In the light of the stairwell, I saw that it was Frank, the RA. I started to say something, but he cut me off and took us down the stairs to his floor. He opened the door and marched us along the hallway to his room. Of course, his room was at the opposite end of the hall, so we were paraded along the hall.

"Look who is in trouble now.", "Wonder if they are going to get their asses paddled?" and "Losers!" greeted us from the open doorways and guys along the hall. Hank just swaggered that much more. I am afraid that I blushed and added to their fuel by showing that their taunts were striking home.

At his door, Frank opened, it and then stood in the hall holding the door open so we could enter. Once we were inside his room, he closed the door and said, "Well, do you have an explanation for being naked on the room of the dorm?"

He looked at both of us and then added, "Were you pissing off of the roof?" I could almost hear the 'again' when he said that.

"No, sir," why did I say 'sir'? "I was working on a photo project for my photography class. I had to wait until the moon was full before I could take the pictures. I didn't think anyone would notice up on the roof. I didn't use a flash or anything." I was sweating as I tried to get all the words out quickly and coherently.

Hank laughed at me and said, "Kyle, chill out. Frank just wants to get his jollies off by giving us a spanking on our naked ass. He is just using this as a reason to get us naked and in his room." Hank said it without malice and just smiled his precious smile after he said it.

Frank chuckled then, "So you have me figured out so easily." He looked at me and said, "Lose the boxers. And it might do well for you to get some photos of me punishing Hank and then he can get some of you."

He smiled, sat down in his straight-backed desk chair. He patted his knee. "Who's going to be first?"

I handed the camera to Hank. I was going to be first. I figured watching Hank get it would freak me out before my turn. And besides, as I remembered, Frank was not sadistic. He just liked the dominance part of it. I knew that one of us would end up blowing him or something.

I lay across his knees with my dick pressed against his thigh.

He rubbed my bottom with his hand. He was gentle and it began to arouse me. I thought I felt his crotch expanding against my stomach. "Such a beautiful ass," he commented as he raised his hand and brought it down with a smack. The sound was actually louder than how much I would have expected that kind of sound to hurt, if that makes any sense.

Still I did jerk at the smack and raised my head up. "Easy there, Kyle," he said and rubbed my ass again. He smacked my ass again, and again, until he had given me ten swats on my ass. Hank had taken a couple of shots of me getting whacked.

When Frank released me, I stood and my dick was now hard. He whacked it down and let it pop back up and hit me in the abdomen. "Ooff," I expelled a rush of air.

Frank laughed. I saw that his crotch was much more tented now. Before Hank got into position he asked, "Do you want to go ahead and lose the shorts before you start on my ass?" Again he was not malicious. He was just being his usual forward self.

Frank laughed again, rose up, and peeled off his shirt, and shorts. He left his boxers on. I could clearly see the outline of it as he sat back down. He had kind of rust colored pubes that poked out of the fly of his boxers. I realized as I was focused on Hank's wonderful ass, that I hadn't seen Frank naked before this. Last time, it was just us naked. Hank had jerked me off in front of Frank and I had shot all over his face. My cock flexed as I thought about that.

I saw him caressing Hank's ass. His had much more hair than mine and I loved the pattern it made on his ass. It was still in the 1/4" or so mode since his last shaving. The first smack left a palm print on Hanks right butt cheek. Hank didn't flinch much, nor did he tighten his ass up before each blow. That made me remember that he said always relax and it won't hurt so much. Guys make more of it than it is between their mind and tightening the muscles, Hank had explained.

After five swats, Frank reached down and felt Hank's cock. It was not hard yet. But it had swelled a bit, chubbed up a bit as Jimmy would say. Without making a comment about that, Frank went back to applying the swats to Hank's ass. He spent more time rubbing between swats than he had on me, or so it seemed.

Between eight and nine he ran his hand up and down the crack of Hank's butt. He lifted his fingers to his nose, closed his eyes and inhaled. I knew it would be the musky scent of Hank that he would be getting.

After ten, he stopped and said, "Okay, boys, that concludes your punishment, except for one thing. The guys on the floor are having an ultimate man challenge tomorrow and I want you two to compete."

Hank shrugged his shoulders and said, "Sure," without asking or getting any more information.

"Okay, be in the common room at 6 pm tomorrow night wearing only a pair of tightie whities." Hank had stood by then and Frank was rubbing his hand along Hank's body, exploring all the nooks and crannies.

Hank, ever the leader said, "Well, what will it be tonight, Frank? You want to suck one of us, or have one of us blow you or what?"

"You take liberties with my patience and humor," Frank said sounding even more pretentious than normal.

"I think that you deserve to be brought down just a notch for that comment, young man," as if he was 15 years older than us or something. I tried not to laugh. "I think you need to jerk me off. Kneel here in front of me and show me how you pleasure yourself."

Knowing Hank as I did, I knew this was no problem for him at all. He had done this so many times he was indifferent about the whole thing. I was getting more relaxed about this kind of thing, but I still felt Frank was being a bit of a prick. It wasn't like he was adding anything to the session. It was all about pleasing him.

Hank knelt and pulled down Frank's Old Navy boxers. His dick was thick, cut, but not as long as mine. I would say he was about six inches or so, but thicker than mine. Hank took it in hand and began fondling it first and then moved into stroking.

I wondered if he had a camera someplace recording everything that was going on. Frank was totally mesmerized by Hank stroking his dick. I thought of taking pictures of Frank, but I really didn't think he was worth the effort of some sort of blackmail project. I had too many projects already to complete.

But the smirk on his face pissed me off; like he could get any guy to do anything for him. I knew Hank had no issue with this, but it bugged me.

It didn't take long until Frank began to moan and buck his hips. I don't know how Hank managed it but he managed to get all the ropes of cum to land on Frank's chest and lap. Hank even wiped his hand across Frank's thigh as he stood up from his session. I looked at Hank. He didn't look pissed or anything. He had his usual pleasant smile on his face.

"That will be all for now, boys," Frank said using his boxers to wipe up the cum from his chest and stomach. I wondered if he would sniff the boxers later.

Hank and I grabbed our stuff and headed back to our room. It didn't even bother me that we were walking naked down the hall. I guess my anger had made me soft.

Back in the room, I wanted to complain about what an ass Frank was, but Hank said, "Let's not worry about it. He is not worth fretting over." He smiled, leaned in, pulled me close and gave me a hug and then a deep kiss.

"So what are the plans with those pics you took on the roof?" he asked when he broke the kiss.

I told him, "Part of my final photo project for class." I smiled and added, "So I will have to do some work on them tomorrow to get them complete by Monday."

"Okay, little brother, I'll make sure you have time to work on it." He patted me on my head. We brushed our teeth and then snuggled together in bed.

I was restless lying there next to Hank, thinking about what that asshole Frank had put us through. At the time I was kind of shaken when he found us up on the roof, but the more I thought about it, the more pissed off I got. It was bad enough having to be paddled like a school-kid, but then having to jerk him off as his "reward" just added insult to injury.

Finally I got up, grabbed my towel and shaving stuff, and told Hank I had decided to catch a quick shower. Hank mumbled something and then went back to sleep. I walked down the now-deserted hall and past the shower room door, coming to a large trash can that was overflowing at this late hour. As I expected, there were several large paper soda fountain cups from the school cafeteria. I grabbed a couple of them and emptied out the remnants of melted ice. I then walked back to Frank's door and knocked, hoping there would be no answer. I figured I could ask him about this Ultimate Man contest if he answered. He didn't answer. I figured he was in the library studying.

So I used the cups and did what I had to do, then retrieved them and threw them back into the trash can. I went into the shower room and shaved and took a fast shower, then came back and crawled back into bed next to Hank, chuckling softly to myself.

About an hour later we were both awakened abruptly by shrieking and cursing coming from down the hall. "What the fuck?" said Hank. He rolled me to one side so he could get out of bed, pulled on some boxers, and headed toward the door. "You coming?" he asked. I just smiled and shook my head.

Hank disappeared out the door. A short while later he came back, convulsed with laughter. "You should see it," he said. "Frank's room. The entire inside of it looks like it was hit by a blizzard of white. Fuck, it's a mess!"

I turned my head because I couldn't look at him.

Hank suddenly stopped laughing. From the corner of my eye I saw him look at me, then reach into the closet for my shaving kit. He pulled out the can of foamy shaving cream and weighed it in his hand. "Didn't you just buy this can new, yesterday?" he asked, glaring at me. "It's almost empty now."

All I could do was nod my head, barely managing to keep a straight face.

"Oh ... my ... god. Kyle! You naughty, naughty boy!"

And he tickle tortured me into confessing that earlier I had filled those empty soda cups with foamy shaving cream, flattened the rims of the cups, poked them under the bottom of Frank's door, and then jumped on them, spraying the foam all over the inside of his room.

"Where the hell did you ever come up with such a devious idea?" Hank asked, rubbing my head.

"Your brother Bill told me about it when he was here."

He laughed at that and said, "You just better hope Frank never figures out that it was you that did that. He would use more than his hand on your ass!"

He chuckled into my neck as he snuggled back up to me. I kept seeing images of what it must have looked like in Frank's room. I really did want to see it. The way Bill had described it, it must be disastrous in there. Maybe someone got pictures of it. I drifted off to sleep.

I dreamed of Batman holding me in his arms in front of a full moon. I laughed as I woke up and thought about that. Hank wanted to know what was going on. I just said, "Later."

After our usual routine in the morning we were sitting having breakfast in the cafeteria, when Drew came over and sat down. He was beaming from ear to ear.

"What?" I asked. His smile was infectious and I found I was smiling as well.

"I am gay!" he beamed and I saw his eyes fill with moisture. He told us how he had finally realized he couldn't lie to himself any more. He had found some great books that really explained the bible's stance on homosexuality. His mom had freaked, but his dad and step-mom were much more understanding and supportive. "So I guess I'll be going to visit my dad now, instead of my mom." He wiped his eyes and smiled again.

"Your mom may come around. Give her time. Usually moms can't bear to give up their child, no matter what," Hank said in his usual positive manner.

His smiled broadened, if that was possible, "I met this great guy, Paul. He is a bit older than me, but he is so cute and so cool."

"Wait, do you mean that Asian dude that works giving massages?" I asked.

"That's him. He has great hands!" Drew was indeed beaming.

"Good for you!" Then I thought, "What about Will?"

"What do you mean, 'what about Will?' He's not gay," Drew said and then paused to think. "Is he?"

"I thought you had the hots for him?" Hank asked.

Drew blushed and said, "Well, yeah, sort of."

"Sort of, my ass," I said.

"I think you need to tell Will that you are out and see what he has to say," I said and then looked at Hank and continued, "I think you might be surprised."

Hank said cryptically, "I think he was surprised about himself."

Drew swallowed the rest of his coffee, grabbed his tray, jumped up and headed out of the cafeteria.

Hank laughed, "I bet he is making a mad dash to find Will!"

We finished breakfast and I got busy on my projects and Hank on his. We worked away, grabbed a quick bitefor lunch and went back at it. There was some rumbling up and down the hall from Frank about the punishment he was going to dole out when he found out who had done that to his room. I began to wonder if he would check fingerprints on the cups in the trash can, or if they had been removed. I was what-ifing again! Damn it!

Next thing I knew Hank was telling me that it was time for the Ultimate Man competition. I wondered what the fuck Frank had planned for this one.

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