"So you two are a couple?" Harold asked, looking at me.
"Yeah," I said and then said, "I mean, yes. We are. It still feels strange to say that. That he is my lover, my partner and my friend." I was getting emotional again. I felt bad that Harold didn't have what Hank and I had.
He smiled, "Wish, I had a Hank," he said wistfully. He paused and looked down at his knees.
"Say, how do you prepare for anal sex?" Harold asked and blushed a bit.
Mom walked in just after that and said, "So are you boys getting to know each other?" It was going to be a long week.
Mom spent most of the time in the same room as us so we didn't get to talk to Harold too much. Hank was scribbling something now and then with a pen and pad. When mom went out to get some water for Hank, Hank handed Harold the paper and said, "This site has all the stuff you need to know about gay sex and then some."
Harold looked at the paper, smiled and then whispered, "Thank you," to Hank while shaking hands with both of his. He seemed very pleased to have received the information.
Harold made an excuse to leave then, but said he would be over the next afternoon. He kissed my mom on her cheek when he left and she patted him on the back showing me that she was concerned about him.
When he had left, we sat in the living room talking. "He's such a nice boy," my mom said.
Hank nodded and said, "I think he just has a lot of questions."
"Maybe you guys should go off to the mall tomorrow when he comes over. Then you two can spend some time with him answer all those man to man questions he has." She actually blushed when she said that which was so cute.
See looked at both of us and said, "You know what I mean." She covered her face and laughed nervously.
She smoothed her face and then her dress. "I am just trying to be open and supportive of your lifestyle." Her eyes welled up and she went on, "I want this Christmas to be special for you two and I want to do everything right for you boys."
Hank moved over on the couch, closer to her, took her hands and said, "Mom, you are doing very well."
She smiled at him. He went on, "Just remember that we aren't the guys from queer eye for the straight guy," as he chuckled before going on. "Kyle is the same Kyle he was before. And for that matter, so am I. We aren't some kind of stereotypical gay guy. Kyle isn't going to prance around in a drag queen outfit, nor is his wrist going to suddenly go limp." He smiled gently at her.
She smiled and said, "This is your very nice way of telling me that I might have overdone the whole bedroom bit?" Even with the smile, she had a tear roll down her cheek. I could tell that Hank had worked his charisma on her and could tell her practically anything.
Hank smiled and said, "Well, yes. I think the flag might be just a tad bit much," with genuine gentleness.
"Well, I found the paint on sale at a garage sale, and the bedding and all at the thrift store," she looked down at her lap, as if she was embarrassed by her frugalness. "Well, you know, I have to watch the pennies around here." She smiled and wiped at her eyes. "I just wanted it to be nice for you. I traded the two twin beds for the king sized bed with one of the neighbors. They were going to have grandkids start visiting." She stopped, figuring out she was rambling.
She looked at me, "So Kyle is still Kyle?" she said with sincere concern.
Hank laughed and said, "Well, he is a bit more fit, eats better, is a bit neater in his room and attire." He looked at me as I mouthed, 'George' to him. He smiled his wonderful smile and said, "Although you might find him wandering around the house naked."
"Hank!" I nearly yelled. He laughed and my mom laughed at me as well.
"Well, I think he could stand to loosen up a bit," she said giving me that whole motherly look. "I mean, I swear he used to go around with his shirts buttoned up to the chin and never left his room unless he was fully dressed."
I blushed to the tips of my ears. Hank smiled and patted me on the knee and said, "Well, he isn't that tight anymore." Of course, Hank meant the double meaning, but fortunately Mom didn't catch that. I definitely wanted to call him Asshole or George.
"Well, that's a good thing!" she said, smiling at me and then back to Hank.
"So what time do you boys get up in the morning," she blushed as she thought about what she said. "I mean," and Hank stopped her.
"Mom, don't worry about how you say things, we are going to know that you are talking to us as you would talk to anyone." He smiled, winked at me and said, "I knew you weren't talking about Kyle's morning wood." She blushed, so did I and I was ready to kill Hank. He definitely wasn't going to get any of my morning wood in the morning.
"Okay, I know you boys have to be tired from the drive and all. I am going to go off to bed and you guys can go or watch TV or whatever," she really tried not to blush.
After she left, I whispered, "Asshole!" to him. He nearly rolled off of the couch trying not to laugh out loud.
"It's all okay, little brother," he said. He moved over next to me and ruffled my hair and hugged me. "Now she is not going to go out and get you a Prince outfit or something."
"Asshole!" I whispered again, with conviction.
He smiled and tickled me until I loosened up and laughed.
"Come on, let's go try out this lube with the tingly affect!" he said as he tickled me once more.
"Asshole," I said through the laughter.
In the bedroom, the flag was gone and a landscape poster that must have come from the guest bedroom was hanging there. I hoped that we hadn't offended mom with the comments.
Hank assured me that she was fine. I stripped down getting ready for bed and then realized I still had to go to the bathroom. I started getting dressed again and Hank said, "What are you doing?"
"I have to go to the bathroom, brush my teeth, etc., and I can't walk down the hall naked."
He laughed and said, "No, but you can wear your t-shirt and your boxers. You don't have to put back on your jeans, shirt, shoes and socks."
"Assh..."
"Ah, ah, ah!" Hank admonished me.
"George!" I said as I pulled off my jeans. I wasn't going to put my shoes on, just my socks.
He was in his boxers and t-shirt and we walked across the hall to the bathroom. He closed the door behind us, moved over to the toilet, lifted the lid and started pissing. It sounded like Niagara Falls! "Hank!" I whispered and turned on the faucet on the sink to create some other noise.
He figured out what I was doing, laughed and shook off the last drops, "What, you don't think she has ever heard a man pissing before?" he said in a whisper in my ear, which tickled.
I moved out from his whispering and shook my head. "You really need to loosen up," he said moving behind me and massaging my shoulder. I resisted for a bit, but then began to relax into his ministrations.
We cleaned up and headed back to the bedroom. I started to climb into bed with my t-shirt and boxers on now that I realized where I was. Hank said, "No boxers in my bed," and smiled.
"This isn't your bed," I said looking at him and smiling.
"Well, technically it isn't yours either, since it isn't a twin bed with noisy springs and spots all over the mattress," he said and nearly doubled over with laughter. He covered his mouth and he fell onto the bed.
I pulled my boxers and t-shirt off and put them on the night stand next to me in case I had to get up in the middle of the night. That made me think, what was I going to do at the dorms if they ever had a fire alarm in the middle of the night? Where were my clothes? Why didn't I keep a set within reach. for the same reason?
Hank had recovered and climbed under the covers and was reaching over to fondle my dick. "Hand me that lotion," he said as he played with my dick. I fumbled in the drawer and pulled out the bottle.
He took the bottle, popped open the top and poured a bit into his hand. He smelled it and then said, "hmmmm ... I can't tell if it's 'I'll respect you in the morning' or 'ravish me now'. Tell me if it tingles," he said as he spread it liberally on my dick and balls. He rubbed it in and I was hard by the time he stopped and I felt the first tingle. I had visions of Ben Gay burning my balls and dick off, but it wasn't that bad. "Well?" Hank asked.
"Let's try some on you and you can tell me," I said, taking the bottle away from him. I poured too much in my hand and had to use both hands to rub it into his dick, balls and all along his crack.
"You stick anything in there tonight and I'll start screaming, 'Oh, Kyle, fuck me harder!' until not only your mother but the neighbors can hear me." He laughed and took hold of my slippery dick, while I continued to play with his. "Nice and tingly. Surely heightens the sensations," he said mockingly.
It had been a while since we had just jerked each other off. He pushed the covers down and turned around. This gave us both better access. For a while we just concentrated on the other guy's cock. But as usual, there came a point where all I could think of was the rush of orgasm. I wanted it. So I began to pump Hank the way I wanted to be pumped.
It was intuitive that he did the same to me. We both began responding and I knew we were close. I was bucking my hips into his hand and felt the rush approaching. I bit my lip to keep from crying out. I was lucid enough to remember that I was at my mom's place.
Hank gasped as he began to spurt onto his stomach and my hand. That pushed all my buttons and I erupted all over myself, his hand and the bed.
After we lay there for a bit enjoying the afterglow while still playing with our softening dicks and kissing, he said, "Make sure I thank your mom for the present in the morning!"
"Asshole" I whispered back. Hank reached over me, grabbed my t-shirt and began to clean himself up with it.
I started to protest but he said, "Ah, do you want me to walk across the hall to the bathroom like this to get some tissues?"
I lay back and let him clean me up as well. Then we curled into a spoon with him around me and fell asleep. I made sure he got the wet spot!
"Good morning, boys. Are you decent?" woke me up and I tried to figure out what my mom was doing banging on my door at the dorm.
Hank answered, "Yes," before I could clear the fog of sleep from my brain.
The door opened and my mom came in carrying a tray and wearing an apron. I had never seen my mom in an apron. I looked down and scrambled to pull the covers up to my neck.
"Some coffee and muffins to get you started this morning." She sat the tray on the foot of the bed. She stood back up and brushed her apron down. "Was the bed comfortable?" she said and then blushed.
Hank, who was exposed down to the waist, said, "It was very comfortable." He started to say, "And the lotio ..." but I elbowed him. He laughed and rubbed his side.
He pushed me then and said, "Tell your mother, 'Thank you,' Kyle. Remember your manners."
Mom laughed then and I was ready to club him. "Thank you, mom," I said.
"You are welcome. Hank you are just too polite and too cute!" I saw her taking in his naked upper torso. I blushed again. Damn! I thought I had gotten that under control.
"You two take your time waking up, showering, or whatever. I'll make you some breakfast when you come out." She tittered a bit at her last comment and turned and closed the door.
"Oh, My, Gosh!" I said pushing the covers down to my waist. Hank got up and walked around to the tray. He made a cup of coffee for us to share and took one of the muffins. He came back around and sat on the bed. He set the coffee mug on the nightstand, broke the muffin half and handed one half to me.
"Come on, Kyle, she is really trying to be a supportive mom. It is apparent that she really loves you. And that she seems to be coming out that shell you said she was in after your father died." He rubbed me on the back as he saw me get emotional again.
"I don't know if we can get the color of the room changed while we are here. But I suggest that we offer to paint the house for her over spring break. We could do the inside and the outside. I think we can save up the money to buy the paint and stuff and do that for her. "
He gave me a wicked smile. "I could probably get a couple of my brothers to come over and help as well." He snickered. "I can't wait to tell them about the purple room!"
I knew him well enough now, not to take that personally and to understand he was making fun. "I don't know that I could take your brothers at my mom's place, yet." I laughed trying to imagine one of the brother scenes from Thanksgiving happening in that little bathroom.
"What?" Hank asked.
I explained what I had imagined in my mind and he laughed as well. We drank coffee and ate the muffin and talked about my cousin, Harold. "Seems like he is really searching and not getting a lot of information from anyone," Hank said.
"Yeah, maybe if we do go to the mall today, we can spend some time talking with him." Thinking of the mall made me think of my thoughts about getting back at those guys from high school. I figured they would be hanging around the mall. My heart raced as I thought of my plan to get back at them. I wondered if I would have the guts to go through with it. I would have to discuss it with Hank and Harold on the way over to the mall.
Hank said I could pass on the sit-ups and all this morning, but that he would be putting me through a run, if the weather wasn't too bad in the afternoon. We slipped on boxers and t-shirts and headed across the hall to the bathroom. We did our normal morning routine encumbered by figuring out where things were and where to put things while we did it.
Back in our room, we dressed in long sleeve t-shirts and jeans. I pulled on socks, but not shoes, following Hank's example.
When we got to the living room, Mom popped up with a camera and said, "I need to get a shot of the two of you." She smiled and held up a camera that I hadn't seen before.
"New camera, mom?" I asked.
"Oh, well, yes. Your uncle was getting a new one, so he gave me this digital one. I am still figuring it out. I thought you might give me some pointers while you are home." She made motions for us to get closer together. Hank pulled his stomach and chest out, so I did the same and we both smiled ridiculously as the light flashed.
"My, you certainly are getting fit!" Mom said as she looked at me from head to toe. I realized my t-shirt was a bit tight and form fitting.
Hank reached over and pulled up the front of my t-shirt. "Yeah, look at those abs!" He smiled at me. "And he can walk on his hands. He has definitely gotten stronger during this last semester."
I smiled and felt the knot rise in my throat as emotions filled me. If it hadn't been for Hank, I wouldn't be this fit. And my mom was definitely pleased to see the change in me as well.
I flexed my arms and made the muscles stand out. I guess I should be proud of the changes in me.
"Well, that definitely isn't the same old Kyle," mom said and moved over to kiss me on the cheek. Then she moved over and kissed Hank on the cheek as well. "Thank you," she whispered into his ear.
"Mom, Kyle did all the work. I just pushed him a bit."
"Well, thanks for giving him motivation then," she said.
She put the camera down and took us by the shoulders. "I hope that my breakfast will fit in with your dietary restrictions."
Hank answered for us, "I am sure it will be fine. If it is a little heavy or something, I will just have to have Kyle run an extra mile or two." He laughed and ruffled my hair.
"It's not too cold to run?" she asked as she seated us at the kitchen table and began working on breakfast. There was a pine cone and fake pine branch centerpiece on the table with a candle in the center. The candle had never been lit.
"Not if we dress right and it isn't below freezing." I thought Hank was going to mention something about running naked, so I punched him before he could say anything. "Ow! Fred, what was that for?"
Mom looked at us quizzically, but went on with her work. "George," I whispered to him.
Mom sat two mugs of coffee in front of us and two glasses of orange juice. "I bought the fresh squeezed kind for you guys."
"Thank you, mom," Hank said. Was he laying the "mom" thing on too thick? "You are going to have to let us help you with the groceries while we are here."
"Now don't you boys worry about anything," she said as she whipped something in a bowl.
I looked at Hank and mouthed, "On the way back from the mall," and made a gesture of carrying bags.
He mouthed back, "I'll check the fridge before we go."
She made us a great omelet with mushrooms, onions, tomatoes, little bits of ham and some cheese. She also had whole wheat toast with butter (mixed with olive oil) and sugarless blackberry preserves. It was the best meal she had cooked for me in a long time.
I struggled around the food in my mouth, to say, "This is delicious!"
She beamed and said, "Don't talk with your mouth full!"
We straightened up our room after breakfast and asked mom if she needed us to do anything around the house. She said that she had some boxes in the garage that she wanted moved sometime while we were home, but nothing urgent.
Harold called and said he would go to the mall with us. We found our way over to my uncle's house where he was staying with his mom and dad for the holidays. My Uncle had moved recently and I still had trouble remembering which street his house was on. Äs
He was very eager to go with us and couldn't wait to get into the car to start talking. "I checked out that website you gave me, Hank and wow it has all kinds of useful stuff in it. Did you know that you can give yourself an enema? And that there are water based and silicone based lubes? Do you guys use lube when you jerk off?"
Hank laughed and said, "Slow down a bit Harold. Sounds like you are trying to process all the information in one sitting. Not that I mind the questions, at least you are asking them. And yes, we use lube."
I was not embarrassed talking about sex in front of Harold. It seemed okay to talk to a guy nearly our age about sex. It was my mom that I couldn't discuss this stuff in front of.
We diligently answered all of his questions and asked some of our own. What was his father saying about everything? What were others saying about him coming out? What about the family he was staying with?
"They all act like they are walking on egg shells or something. Like I am going to try it again, if they aren't all smiles and accepting." He smirked, "I guess that is something good that came out of the whole thing. They sort of feel they have to be accepting."
He went on, "I really couldn't take all the people at school whispering behind my back and looking at me all strange and stuff, so that's why I am being home schooled now."
When he finished talking I outlined my plan if we ran into any of the guys that used to hassle me in high school. Harold thought it was a great plan. Hank wanted to know if I was sure of this.
My heart raced and sweat trickled down from my armpits as I discussed it, but I said, "Yeah, I think that it is time they got paid back. Maybe they will learn from it and quit doing it to other guys."
I know Hank thought I was being too unrealistic in my expectations, but Marshall had told me to work it out and if I could do some sort of retribution that it would be good for me. He encouraged me to talk about my plans and ideas for the pay back plan. Hank insisted that Marshall didn't mean for me to carry them out, but to work through the whole problem by planning the whole thing.
But I would not be dissuaded. I wanted to do this. I had all the stuff we needed in my backpack and Hank and Harold knew what they had to do.
Hank tried to get me talking about something else, having me tell Harold about some of the antics we had pulled at school. Harold really couldn't believe that we had sold my underwear and stuff on the internet.
At the mall, we went by the food court to get a fruit smoothie. Hank had gotten me hooked on them and we only had them occasionally at school. I nearly died laughing when I saw that the guy taking our order was one of the guys from high school that used to be in that crowd that loved to razz me.
He looked sheepish when he saw me, like he was embarrassed to be seen there. I saw him take in Hank's physique and then mine. The tight t-shirts really made it noticeable. He was very meek in taking our order and making it for us. I didn't say anything derogatory to him or anything. I just acted like he was someone I didn't know.
As we left, I saw him on his cell phone. We strolled around the mall looking at some of the stores and finishing our drinks. Just as we were about to toss them in the trash can, I heard a sneering voice behind me: "Well, if it isn't Kyle and his faggot friends." Without making eye contact, I could tell there were three guys standing there. It was high school all over again.
I wanted to look at Hank and make sure he wasn't reacting. He had to play this cool. "Yeah, you caught me," I said looking sheepishly at the floor.
Dwain , the tallest of the three, said, "I always knew it! If I had only gotten you to admit it in high school, I could have been getting my share of blow jobs!" The others laughed along with him. It was clear Dwain was in charge of this crowd. I didn't know the names of the other two but knew them from school and being a part of the crowd that seemed to always be planning something with me as the butt of it.
"Yeah, and I would have liked it. I saw your dick in the locker room and wondered what it would have tasted like." My heart was racing and I was sure they could hear it.
"Did you hear that guys? This fag is hungry for my cock." He grabbed his crotch and squeezed it.
"How about you give me one now, faggot?" He smirked. "And your faggot friends can watch."
"We have to go to the men's room," I said trying not to let the nervousness show in my voice. This was going right along with my plan.
"Come on, faggot; there is one back over there that is hardly ever used. Come on dudes," he motioned to his entourage, "Maybe, if he's good, I'll have him do you guys as well."
He was all swagger as he led us down a hall to a men's room that seemed well removed from the rest of the mall. Sure enough, the place was empty when we got there.
"Okay, cocksucker, get on your knees and get started," he said grabbing his crotch again. Harold was the last one in and hopefully he had been able to place the 'out of order' sign on the door.
Hank and Harold had moved to the corners of the bathroom. There was a row of 3 urinals and two stalls and across from that was a row of three sinks with a mirror that spanned the room.
Dwain had this big smirk on his face. The next part was crucial. "Ah, Dwain, yeah, I want to suck your dick, but I was wondering, can I, ah, see you, ah, naked. I always thought you had, ah, a really hot body. And I was, ah, hoping that I could see the whole thing." I paused and looked up sheepishly and then back down. "I told Hank about how hot you were and how I always thought about you in high school."
The other two made "wooo hooo," sounds and Dwain, scratched his head, and stuck his hands in his sagging jeans pockets. "If you agree to blow my two friends, I guess I can let you see the hot stuff!" I knew appealing to his manliness would get to him. He had always been proud of his body.
He toed off his shoes and kicked them in the corner. He pulled his shirt and t-shirt off over his head. He flexed his arms and showed off his back and chest, looking at himself in the mirror. His jeans rode way down on his hips, showing his blue plaid boxers several inches above the top of the jeans. He was a lean sinewy kind of guy. Not very much fat, but not a great deal of muscle. It just stood out in definition because of the lack of fat. He had no hair on his chest at all. and only a few wisps of light brown hair showed in his pits. The hair on his head was shaggy and of a darker brown color.
He had a trail of hair that led from his navel down into his boxers. He made a big deal of undoing his belt, then unbuttoning his jeans, and then unzipping them. He played with the zipper up and down a couple of times as if to tantalize me.
He pushed his jeans down and kicked them into the corner with his other clothes. That was the corner closest to where Harold was.
Dwain now stood in his boxers playing with the waistband, pulling it away from his body and letting it snap back. He was so into being an exhibitionist, he was really enjoying this. After pulling his boxers down to either show the tops of his pubes or half of his ass, he finally pushed them all the way down. He kicked them off to the corner and stood with his arms out from his side as if to say, "Voila!"
"See, I told you he was hot," I said taking in his wiry light brown pubic bush and his dick that was hanging about 2 inches over his egg-shaped balls.
"Here you go, faggot, now get on your knees and start sucking," he said pumping his hips making his dick waggle about.
"Ah, Dwain, ah, could you get hard. I want to see how big you are. I bet you get really big." I pleaded.
He laughed a nasty laugh. "Yeah, you bet it's big!" He cupped his cock and balls in his hand and made like it was more than a handful.
He looked at his friends, shrugged his shoulders and began playing with his dick. That made me think that he and his friends had had circle jerks together. He didn't seem to be in the least fazed by getting hard in front of them. Nor did any of them seem to notice Harold quietly but urgently sending a text message on his cell phone.
Soon he was stroking a six and a half or seven inch, not terribly thick cock. The crown of this uncut cock was flared in a helmet and a darker shade of pink that his dick. A thick vein ran along the top of it. I could tell that he was getting caught up in that "fog of lust" because he just stood there stroking for a moment with his eyes closed.
He opened them then and moved towards me, "Okay, cocksucker, let's see how you do." He put his hands on my shoulders to push me to the ground. I twisted away and said, "No, you pervert, I am not sucking your cock!"
Just then the door to the restroom opened and two security guards came barging in. "What's going on in here?" the large man in front shouted.
"This guy was naked in here and when I came in, he tried to make me take his penis and ..." I trailed off. The two guards that looked like linebackers grabbed Dwain and spun him around and bent him over the sinks while bring his arms back. They snapped on cuffs while yelling, "Pervert! We do not take kindly to guys running around naked, propositioning our customers."
Hank and Harold were easing back to the door. I said, "Sir, I don't want to be mixed up in this. Do I need to stick around?"
"No, we have this pervert dead to rights. We don't need you for anything." He said pervert with such emphasis that Dwain cringed and shut his eyes. I think he thought he was going to be hit with a night stick or something.
We backed out of the door, just as one of the guards was yelling, "Where are your clothes, asshole?"
Harold had quietly scooped them up and put them in my backpack, along with the "out of order" sign that he retrieved from the door. I was laughing so much and so hysterically that Hank had to stop and shake me a bit. "Get a grip, little brother. You can't lose it now!"
He walloped me on the back and said, "You really did it!"
He held up his cell phone that had captured the whole thing minus the sound. It clearly showed Dwain stripping down and lewdly playing with himself in front of his friends. My back was to the camera, so I could not be identified.
I knew just the site to post this to where it would get the most exposure, so to speak. I knew the alums would really get a good laugh out of this!
I was on a high and didn't know when I was going to come down. Harold was laughing as he dumped Dwain's clothes in a trash can. He had saved out his wallet. I thought about all the things we could do with that, but then told him to ditch it in the next trash can we passed.
I was jumping up and down and pumping the air with my fist and Hank was pounding me on the back. I couldn't wait to e-mail Marshall and tell him all about it. I kept seeing Dwain being dragged out of the restroom and down the hall to the security office naked! I wondered if we could find security tapes of him.
Man, I was floating on cloud nine! It was a great start to the holidays! I had already gotten what I wanted most for Christmas!