Notes from Kyle's journal - January
I have really gotten out of writing in here. Hank and school have kept me so busy, that I wonder if there is enough time in the day. This semester seems to be twice the work of the first one.
I am constantly updating lecture and study notes, working on projects, doing research, and going to class. I think I took on too much this semester.
And Hank is still pushing the workouts - running and strength training; I really enjoy that, and I can feel the endorphins after a heavy workoutÉand then there is getting to look at Hank's hot body while we workout.
When he catches me looking, I think he pushes me harder so I will be too tired to look!
Let's see, I left off on Christmas Eve morning. Hank and I helped my mom prepare for a big family get together that afternoon. He kept me working on prep work so I wouldn't worry about all the aunts and uncles coming over, and what they were going to think.
I know, I know; I wasn't supposed to worry about what they think, but I still do.
My cousin Harold was such a wild thing, once he got wound up in sex. And his parents were going to be over, along with my dad's brother's families. It seemed like mom was preparing for an army.
Hank was in the kitchen helping her with potato salad, vegetable trays, dips, pies, cookies, and all. They had a ham in the oven that made the house smell wonderful.
The relatives started trickling in about 2 pm. And the whole gang was there by 3:30pm. My dad's brothers, Chuck and Kirk, didn't shake Hank's hand when they were introduced. I first thought it was because they were distracted with all of the introductions, but then I noticed they were ignoring or staying away from anyplace that Hank was.
The buffet was set and everyone made a plate. People sat around on whatever they could find in the living room, and ate.
Mom was telling everyone about how Hank had helped me with my school work, and fitness. Chuck and Kirk whispered something to each other and smirked. I was getting a bad feeling about this.
Harold said, "And tell them about the photography." He smiled and looked at us. Once again, Chuck and Kirk exchanged some comment.
"Kyle not only is a great photographer, he is also a great model. His work was featured in the art department this semester, and the other works featured him in so many photos, it looked like a feature on his modeling career," Hank said, and patted me on the shoulder. I blushed a bit.
"Did you do any nude modeling?" Harold asked. I thought he already knew the answer to that.
I blushed a bit more, and before I could say anything, Hank said, "You bet he does! And the more fit he gets the hotter he looks!" I felt my ears burning, as the heat rose up my face.
"Fucking faggots," Chuck whispered, not so softly that almost everyone heard what he said.
"I am sorry, did you say something?" Hank asked.
"You heard what I said," he shot back.
My mom was trying to speak. The room had gone silent.
"If you are trying to indicate that Kyle and I are homosexuals, then the word you would want to use is 'gay'." He stared straight into Chuck's face.
"Who's ready for dessert?"my mom asked, raising from her seat.
"No, I used the correct word, faggot," he said, with such disdain. I was feeling horrible. I wanted to shrivel up and die.
Carl, the oldest of my father's brothers, who hadn't said much all night, stood up and said, " Chuck, you are guests in this house. That is not language that should be used in public. I suggest that you apologize and then leave." He paused, and then added, "Unless you want me to tell about what you used to do to Kirk and I when we were younger and shared a bed at grandmas."
That shut him up. He clenched his jaw. You could see the muscles working in his jaw, and his face reddened.
He stood up then, turned to my mom, and said, "My apologies, Ethel. I didn't mean to disrupt your fine celebration."
"No, I think your apology should go to Hank and Kyle," Carl suggested, rather sharply.
Chuck shot him a dirty look, then turned and looked at the floor in front of Hank and I. He mumbled, "My apologies." He turned to leave.
Carl sounded so much like a dad talking to a 12 year old when he said, "Look them in the eyes and say it like you mean it."
He looked at us with such contempt and hatred, as he said, "My apologies."
Hank stood then, grabbed his hand and shook it, and said, "Apology accepted."
Chuck struggled to rip his hand out of Hank's grip, as Hank continued to hold on to it. Finally he was free. He turned to his wife and said, "We are leaving now." She got up, gathered her stuff, and kept her head down. Kirk and his wife left as well.
The group was rather quite after they left, until Hank said, "Anyone know any Christmas carols?"
Mom got the hint, put on some music, and soon everyone was either singing or talking to family. Mom brought out the desserts. When I stood up, Uncle Carl came over, gripped my shoulder and said, "Kyle, they are idiots and rednecks. Don't let their attitudes tarnish the holidays; nor is their attitude any reflection on how the rest of the family feels.
"Your mom came back from her visit with you and Hank, just beaming. She is so proud of you. She was so positive in her response to your, er, sexual choice. It was as if she was daring anyone to say something contrary.
"She was so glad that you had found someone, someone who was such a positive influence in your life, and someone who loved you as much as you loved them." I was feeling both embarrassment and emotion at his support, his comments, and his approval. I was getting all wound up, and new I had tears in my eyes.
"You and Hank are welcome at our home anytime. He looks and acts like a fine young man. I hope to get to know him better over the next couple of days." He shook my shoulders, looked into my face, and smiled.
"Hey, I know it can't be easy without a dad, but if you every need someone to talk to, or to just get things off your chest, then you just call me. I know your mom can be a little scattered - and I don't mean that in a bad way. I mean, I saw the bedroom she fixed up for the two of you." I blushed again.
He laughed, "Yeah, I know - a little over the top!" He shook my shoulder again.
Hank came up at that moment, and looked at me. He saw the emotions on my face, and I think he thought I was getting a "faggot" lecture from my uncle. But Carl wrapped his other arm around Hank's shoulder, and pulled him in closer. Hank pushed back a bit, but was brought in closer.
"I was just telling Kyle how lucky he was to find a great young man like you." I saw Hank's shoulders relax. "I hope to get to know you a bit better over the next couple of days. I mean, if you're going to be part of the family, then I should get to know all about you."
He smiled, and looked back and forth between us.
"And maybe, you will even show me some of those pictures of Kyle, and some of the ones he has taken." He squeezed our shoulders again, then kissed me on the head. He turned and did the same to Hank. I lost it then, and tears were streaming down my face.
"Now Hank, you take Kyle and help him get himself together before everyone thinks I have done something terrible to him." He smiled again, and said, "He always was such a sensitive boy. I don't think his father really knew how to deal with him when he was around, and his mom was pretty useless in handling much after he passed.
"Now go on, you two, before I try to steal Hank away from you!" He laughed, and so did Hank. Hank clapped him on the back, wiped his own face, and said, "Thanks, Uncle Carl. And I really mean that." Then he smiled and said, "And I think we can arrange the viewing of the photos."
Hank led me back to the bedroom, wrapped his arms around me, and held me close. "See, your family aren't all assholes!"
I let a small laugh escape, and wiped my face.
"I wonder what Chuck used to do under the covers when they were kids?" I said, as I laughed a bit more.
"Maybe some day we can get Carl to tell us all the details." He laughed, looked me in the face, and said, "Maybe when we are showing him those naked pictures of you!"
"Asshole!" I said, smiling.
"Fuck face!" he said, and then added, "Now get yourself together so we can go back out there. They might think we came in here for a quickie, if you are gone any longer."
I punched him. "Ow!"
I blew my nose and washed my face.
When we went out to the living room, everyone was gathered around a family album. It started with some really old pictures of my great great grand parents. I hadn't seen many of these, and it was very interesting to hear all of this family history.
Hank nearly fell off oh his chair laughing, when it came to my baby pictures. I poked him and called him 'George', which made my mom whip her head around and look at me.
When they were done with the album, Hank got up and went down the hall. He came back with a wrapped gift. "I was going to wait and give this to Kyle tomorrow morning, but I think it should be opened now."
I was leery of this! But I took the present, because everyone was staring at me. I looked at him, and he nodded his head; I had to trust him.
I unwrapped the present, and then opened the box. Inside was an album. My stomach clinched. I looked at Hank again; again, he nodded.
I opened the cover and saw, "Photographs of Kyle - Part 1".
"Let's see!" came from numerous people around the room.
"Kyle has become quite the model at college. These are some of the photos that have been taken of him by the students in the photo classes." Hank was beaming. I still was holding my breath.
Harold took the album from me, and put it in the center of everyone, where the family album had been.
He turned to the first page. It was a black and white picture of me from the back, where there was a sheet covering my butt. I let out a little air.
"Very nice," I heard someone say, and I blushed.
Harold slowly turned the pages, one by one. In some of the photos, I was naked, but they were all from the back or side. They were all "safe" photos. Made me wonder what was in "Part 2".
People started commenting on how muscular I was, and how fit I looked. A couple of times, Harold said that I looked hot; I wanted to kick him under the table.
There were shots of me with other guys - like the one of us standing outside, arranged on stairs, all shot from behind. Pretty striking image.
I risked a look at the faces looking at the album, certain I was going to see looks of displeasure, or some sort of disdain. But all had smiles, or were remarking on how great the shots were, and how great I looked.
Uncle Carl summed it up, "Well, Kyle, it looks like college and Hank agree with you. You are one fine looking guy, now. Just don't get cocky about looks. 'Cause, as they say, 'It's what is on the inside that counts'."
"He's pretty good on the inside as well," Hank said. And then not to be taken wrong, he added, "I mean he is a decent, honest, hardworking guy. We just had to work on his neatness a bit!" Everyone chuckled at that; I mouthed 'George' at him.
My mom was beaming at me when I looked at her; her eyes were brimming with tears. She mouthed to me, 'I'm so proud of you." Then she gave me an imaginary hug; I blushed again.
Uncle Carl looked at Hank and said, "Is there a part 2?" Everyone laughed.
"That is an X rated version, that I don't think Kyle would like to have shared with the entire family." He smiled, and I knew I was crimson this time. "So, Uncle Carl, maybe we can arrange a private showing!" That brought gales of laughter, including a "Me, too!" from Harold.
Everyone had a good laugh at my expense. Hank put his arm around me, and squeezed. "Did you like your Christmas present?" he asked.
"Yes, but I didn't expect to share it with my whole family," I said.
"No, we didn't show your hole!" Hank quipped. I punched him, and whispered 'asshole' into his ears.
Not too much later, the evening broke up, with promises of meeting in the morning to share gift opening, and then dinner at Uncle Carl's house.
We helped mom clean up and load the dishwasher. She started to apologize for the asshole uncles, but Hank said, "Don't worry about it. There is one in every bunch." He paused, and then said, "Maybe one in five." I got it, but I think it went over my mom's head. He chuckled.
When everything was cleaned up, we headed off to our rooms. I decided I needed a shower, so Hank decided to join me. As we walked across the hall in our boxers, he said, "You know you don't have to wear those any more, now that everyone has seen you naked."
"Well, they haven't seen ALL of me!" I said, and added, "Thank goodness!"
"Hey, don't I look after you, little brother?" He poked me, and then added, "We could remedy that as well!"
We got the shower started, and climbed in. While he washed me he said, "Your Uncle Carl is something. Really a great guy!"
He saw me getting emotional again, and added, "Come on, it was wonderful the way he stood up for us, and then reached out to make us both feel welcome, and to let us know that the family is good with us."
I nodded, not able to speak; it had meant so much to me. I had been ready to die when Chuck kept using the 'faggot' word. It was so great that Uncle Carl had stood up for us, and he really had made us feel welcome and accepted by the family.
"Do you think he is gay?" Hank asked, and I sprayed water on him. Uncle Carl had been married for 30 years, to the same woman, and had two grown children, who were married and had kids.
After the shower, we climbed into bed, and I remember Hank snuggling close behind me, whispering in my ear, "You are a pretty special guy, and you are all mine." He rubbed his dick up and down my crack, until he was hard. Using some of the lube my mom had bought, he lubed himself up, and then slid into me. I groaned, and clamped down on his dick.
He just stayed that way for a long time, making his dick pulse as I squeezed down on it. He kept hugging me, or running his hands down my thighs, or tweaking my nipples, and by the time he began to move, I was so close to the edge, and moaning as softly as I could. I didn't want my mom to hear my groans of pleasure.
He was gentle and slow, and I soon felt him tensing up as well, and knew that he was close. That pushed me over the edge, and together we shuddered with orgasm.
He held me very tight, then, until we fell asleep.
"Merry Christmas!" being jovially sung by my mother woke me. "Good morning, you two! Rise and shine! Santa visited last night, so we have to get out there and see what he put under the tree!"
"Be right there, mom," Hank said. He squeezed me again. I opened one eye, and then the other. Hank was climbing out of bed to get dressed.
"Get up sleepy head!" he said, and then a little softer said, "Well, I see part of you is up at least!" I looked down to realize that the sheet was off of me, and that I was standing at attention. I wondered if I had been this exposed when my mother had opened the door, or had Hank uncovered me.
"No time to play with that toy now; we have to see what new toys Santa has brought." He was putting on his boxers and heading across the hall. I stood up, and that's when I realized that the door to the room was open. I blushed, turned my back to the door, and tried to find some boxers. I couldn't find any, so I wrapped Hank's t-shirt around me and ran across the hall.
"Did you take my underwear?" I asked, once I was inside the door.
"You mean these?" he said, holding up my boxers. "Asshole!" I said.
"Fuckface!" he said. "Now take a piss and make that thing go down, or I will. Can't have your mother wondering about the pole in your pants!"
I took a leak, and managed to get it to go down, and then pulled on my boxers, before heading back to my room. Hank was handing me pajamas. "Here put these on." I looked at them to see sleep pants with candy canes and a matching t-shirt that said, "I've been naughty."
I looked at him like he was some creature out of a Twilight movie. "What? You have to wear PJs to Christmas morning present opening." He said it as if it was common knowledge. Having not had my morning coffee, I didn't argue. I saw his had reindeer on them, and his t-shirt said, "I've been nice."
"Why do you get the 'nice' shirt?" I asked.
"Didn't you get a nice fuck last night?" he said, as he stuck his head around the door, before heading down the hall. I finished getting the shirt on, and headed out to the living room.
Mom laughed when she saw my shirt. "I have to get a picture of the two of you this morning!"
There were a ton more presents under the tree than there had been the night before. A pot of coffee, mugs, and some wonderful smelling cinnamon rolls were on the coffee table. My stomach growled. Hank laughed, and handed me a mug that he had just finished filling, followed by a roll, and a napkin.
"Okay, only one or two presents now, and then the rest when everyone gets here," mom said. She chuckled nervously, and said, "So if there is something you don't want everyone to see, you should open it now." She went on fussing with her coffee and roll.
"Oh, so the pictures of Kyle, naked, with an erection, wouldn't be suitable for later?" I coughed, and nearly choked to death.
"No, I don't think that it would be perceived as in the Christmas spirit," she said, and blushed a bit.
"Well, it might be considered a Christmas tree," Hank said. When I poked him, he said, "What? You think it's a Yule Log?" That got my mother laughing and sputtering through her coffee. Hank laughed, and took a bite of his roll.
He laid off the jokes then, and went over to the presents under the tree, and picked out three and brought them over. He put one in front of mom, and two in front of me. I wondered when he had put those under the tree. I had to get up and go to the bedroom, to get three that I had. Mom had placed two in front of each of us. ÒJust a little something that Santa left.Ó
ÒYou go first, Mom,Ó Hank said. She beamed, and picked up the gift from him; it was rather large. She was carefully trying to undo the paper. ÒJust rip it off!Ó he said. Mom blushed, and said, ÒSorry, we always save the paper so we can use it again.Ó
I hated that he heard how frugal my mom was. ÒI understand; my grandma is the same way. It is always fun to see when the paper will resurface again.Ó I smiled to myself. Once again, Hank had endeared himself to my mom and me.
She painstakingly undid all the paper and folded it. Then she carefully opened the box. She pushed back the tissue, and then lifted out a framed picture. It was of me, and was from the front, but more from the stomach up. Stark black and white, and it really accentuated my chest muscles, pecs, and those little muscles on the sides of the body below the chest. The picture was done in a very dramatic style.
ÒIt is wonderful! Thank you, so much, Hank!Ó She clasped it to herself, and hugged it. ÒI think IÕll hang it here in the living room.Ó
ÒMom!Ó I said.
ÒItÕs her gift, she can do what she wants with it,Ó Hank said.
ÒSo there!Ó she said, and laughed.
Then she started unwrapping the present from me; Hank seemed impatient to see what it was. As she looked into the box, her eyes filled with tears, which, of course, got to me.
She took it out and held it up for Hank to see. It was an 11' X 14" framed pictures of her and me, that we had shot when she came on a visit. I had my arm around her waist, and was hugging her close to me. She was beaming, and I was feeling very happy. It was right after she acknowledged me being gay, and how much she still loved me.
I had captioned it, "To the best mom in the world!"
She couldn't talk for a bit. "Very beautiful, Kyle." She moved over and gave me a big hug. "I don't know about being the best, but I certainly am proud of you!"
I managed to choke out, "The best a man could hope for."
Hank broke the emotions with, "Enough of all of this drama! Let's open some presents!" My mom laughed, and wiped her eyes.
I wanted Hank to go first. His was a large flat box, as well. He started to tear off the paper, but then remembered, and carefully (maybe too carefully; it took forever!) removed the paper.
He looked at the framed picture for a while, and then I could see him getting all emotional. He was reading the card I had stuck in the bottom corner of the print, which said, "To the man who saved me from myself, and taught me that I am a better man than I thought. Love, Kyle."
It was a composite picture, on which I had taken a great deal of time (and several attempts) to make sure it was just perfect. He held it up and turned it around to show my mom.
It was in black and white. There was a giant moon, in great detail, and standing in front of it was a naked Hank, holding a naked me. Neither of us were "exposed", but it was clear we were nude. It was such a classic batman-style pictureÉthe muscled hero rescues the young man and carries him to safety.
I know, I know, I know, way too shmaltzy, but I thought it portrayed my feelings perfectly.
"How did you manage this?" Hank asked. "I never had a picture taken of me holding you like this."
I laughed, "Just a bit of magic in the darkroom!"
He laughed and added, "Yeah, I bet you do all kinds of magic in the darkroom!" My mom laughed good naturedly.
"Do you like it?" I asked, afraid it was too corny for him.
"I love it!" he said, coming over and giving me a kiss. That startled me, having him kiss me in front of my mom. "I want my parents to see it!"
"Open the other present," I insisted.
Once again, he subjected me to a cruelly slow unwrapping of the presents. I got so exasperated, I said, "Mom, I am going to go out to the after-Christmas sale and buy you 10 roles of paper, so we won't have to go through this when everyone is here." I made it light, and with a little laugh, so she wouldn't take it so hard.
She smiled and laughed, then nodded, and wiped her eyes again.
Hank pulled the t-shirt out of the box, and whipped off his t-shirt and pulled it on. It was a very tight t-shirt, with the batman symbol on the front. "So you can show everyone that you are my super hero!" I blushed, as I said it.
He got up and came over and kissed me again. "Shall I wear it under my regular clothes?"
"Forever!" I said. He laughed, and pulled his Nice shirt back over it, and told me it was time for my presents.
It was a very large, and very heavy box. I ripped the paper off, and saw a toilet paper box. "You know how all the guys are always saying you are full of shÉ"
"Quiet!" I said, and ripped open the box. My mom was laughing. Inside, along with several bricks, was another wrapped box. I looked at him with disgust, and he laughed.
I ripped open that box, and found another couple of bricks, and another wrapped box. This went on until I was down to a small 8" X 8" box. It was wrapped in an Asian-theme blue and gold paper. This I saved for my mother.
Inside was a card. I opened it, and saw that it was filled with Japanese writing. I looked at him quizzically. "Keep reading," he told me.
I turned the page and read, "Translation: You embrace the world of the east, you have embraced the world of my heart; this symbol represents all you have brought me, and I hope will continue to bring me."
I turned the page, and there was a beautifully calligraphy katakana symbol. Underneath was written: "Happiness".
I looked at him with such emotion. He could be such an asshole, and such a prince, and such a prankster. I loved all of him.
Next was a pine needle shade of t-shirt, with the symbol on the right chest and on the back.
I immediately took off my Naughty t-shirt, and pulled it on. It smelled of pine forrest. I loved it!
There was a box in there. I opened it and it was a leather wrist bracelet with the same symbol on it. I was going to have to ask Hank if he was getting into leather!
In the bottom of the box was a small tissue package. I opened it, and there was the symbol in silver, on a silver chain. I put it on, and then hugged him. "You got it all wrong; it is you that brings me happiness!" I kissed him then, which actually shocked me, that I could now do that.
He actually blushed.
In the next box was a picture of the two of us running, taken from behind. I am trying my best to catch up to Hank; we are both naked, except for running shoes, and there is a tattoo on each of our left butt cheek of the same symbol. I knew I didn't have a tattoo. "Did you get a tattoo?" I asked, but immediately knew he had not.
"Look in the box," he said cryptically. There was an envelope. I opened it, and it was a gift certificate to a tattoo parlor near the college for two tattoos.
"We can make it official now!"
I laughed, and hugged him again.
Christmas turned out to be an amazing time! The visit with the family was really great! Chuck and Kirk, and their families, were not in attendance, and Uncle Carl acted like the patriarch of the whole clan.
There was great fun, great sharing, and a great meal. It was one of the best Christmases I had ever had. I looked forward to many more with Hank and my family.
A couple of days later, Harold came over, and my mom made an excuse to go shopping. We spent the next couple of hours naked in our bedroom, as Harold explored, asked questions, and experimented.
He was ticklish when Hank was running his fingers down his inner thighs. And his dick never did go down, even though he came 3 times during our session.
He couldn't get enough of our bodies. He investigated every nook and cranny, with eyes, nose, mouth and fingers. Yes, he got his wish, and got fucked, making sure both of us had a turn on his ass.
The first time he came, it was so quick that he was embarrassed. Hank told him one of his famous family stories that put him at ease.
Then he wanted to fuck us. We each gave him a chance at our asses.
He wanted to try everything. He wanted to taste our cum, our piss, and lick our bodies.
He was a sweaty mess by the time we got him into the shower, and hosed him down, first with piss, and then a good soapy wash.
If my mom noticed that everyone's hair was wet when she returned, she didn't say anything.
We invited Harold to come and visit us at college whenever he wanted. You would have thought he had won the lottery, as excited as he was.
That was 3 weeks ago. We are back in the grind on things. Hank and I did manage to go out and get our tattoos. The guy at the parlor didn't bat an eye, when Hank told him where we wanted the tattoos. He had us drop our shorts, and then lay down on the table, so he could work.
Other artists and customers walked by us, and most didn't pay any attention. I did catch a couple of girls and one guy eyeing Hank's very nice ass.
Everyone at school considers us a couple, so Mark and some of the other guys have stopped trying to hit on me.
Jimmy, in the dorm, is still horny as hell, and can't seem to get enough fucking. He has dropped by a couple of times, begging us to fuck him. "I haven't had it for two days!" he would plead, and we would laugh. If we had the time, we would take care of him, or one of us would while the other tried to study.
That didn't work out so well. The sounds were too much, and we always ended up in a threesome.
Jimmy, in the art department, continues to flirt with Hank and I.
All is going well, and I can't wait until Spring break! Hank has some family thing planned. I can only imagine!
My apologies for the long delay between chapters. Work, Family, Life, etc. They are only excuses, I know. But my free time for writing has been drastically reduced.
Thank you, to all of you that have written to prod me into writing another chapter. YOU are the reason there is another chapter! It still amazes me that people around the world are reading this story and still enjoying it. Thank you!
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