Hank has been after me to update this; I know it has been ages. He keeps harping at me that not only is it good for me to write down what happened, and that I should share my feelings, but that it might also help someone else in the future. He says I can refer back to it, and share with a guy going through a similar issue.
After the holidays, and getting our tattoos, Thomas asked us to do the big art show spectacle. I was still hesitant, even after all the fun we had doing stuff for Thomas; but Hank said it would be fun, and to think of what we could do with the money.
Thomas gave us strict instructions about what we had to do before the event. We couldn't wear anything that would make marks on our body - like the waistband of boxers (not that we were wearing those very often). He wanted us both showered, shaved, and cleaned out.
Hank seemed to enjoy giving me an enema way too much! It still got to me to be sitting on the toilet while someone else was watching me.
Thomas also gave us guidelines, of a sort, as to what he wanted us to do and not to do. Like no pissing or scat. No talking to any of the spectators during the show. He showed us the place where we would be performing - a raised wooden platform with a cream colored futon that had scream-colored sheets on it.
He said there were fans along the edges to keep us from getting too hot; (then he laughed), and said, "I had originally thought that I would do a plexiglass box with you guys in it, but I wanted you open, in case any of the people wanted to reach out and touch you - just like they might do with a sculpture." That made a shiver run down my spine.
The night of the event finally arrived, and we showed up at the appointed time. "Okay, strip out of your clothes, and put these robes on."
There were two employees from the gallery there, a man and a woman, watching while we stripped and placed our clothes in a cabinet. The guy kept trying not to look at us, but seemed to be trying to steal glances whenever he could. The woman just stared at us the entire time!
Thomas had us go to the bathroom and take a piss. "Make sure you get rid of every drop; don't want any water spots on the bed, yet," he said, chuckling to himself.
He gave us some lube and told us, "Get your holes nice and slick, so you will not have any trouble inserting during the show." At this point, the woman had gone off into the gallery, but the man stayed around and watched, as I greased up Hank's hole and he did mine.
I made a point, as I was inserting my fingers into Hank's ass, to look at him and catch his gaze. He stood there mesmerized, as I worked on Hank?s hole. He must have been in his twenties, about 5 feet 5 inches. He was skinny, with a wild mass of auburn hair, and was wearing khaki's, a wrinkled light blue shirt, and canvas shoes, with no socks.
I smiled at him, and he blushed and averted his eyes, but I looked and saw how his pants were tenting. He turned around, and I could tell he was adjusting himself.
"Here, make sure you clean up the outside; don't want shiny cracks to spoil the show," Thomas said, as he tossed us a hand towel; I wiped it along Hank's crack.
"I can't believe I get to share this with so many people tonight," Hank said, as he wiped along my crack. That made my heart race a bit.
"Put on your robes on and follow me," Thomas directed, and headed out into the gallery. I wasn't hard, but I was definitely plumped up. When I saw our location, I almost backed out.
There was this large room, with a raised bed in the center; lights illuminated every inch. There was no other art in the room; just the bed. Thomas saw the look on my face as I looked around. "I want you two to be the only thing happening in this room, so that there are no distractions. You two can go ahead and get into the bed and cover up. You will pretend that you are sleeping, and the lights will be very dim.
"As the lights come up, wait about 5 minutes, and then 'wake' up, and begin your performance. I expect that you will be on for 15 to 20 minutes. When the lights dim, you can cover up and wait for me to return.
"I'll take you back to change; then, if you want, you can come out and see the rest of the art, and meet any of the people."
I wasn't too sure about that, but Hank was nodding his head like a Bobblehead doll!
Thomas took our robes and we climbed into bed. Next, he placed us, with Hank spooning me from behind, arranging the sheet to his satisfaction. The lights dimmed as he left the room.
"Your heart is pounding away in there," Hank said, as he held his palm over my chest. "Nervous?" He moved his hand and found my ticklish spot.
"Stop it!" I hissed. He chuckled.
"Just think . . . after tonight, we can do this in the common room of the dorm. And think of the sex education the people in our dorm could get."
"Asshole!" I whispered.
"Fuck face," he retorted.
He began patting my shoulder then, and had me mimic his breathing, as he took a deep breath, held it, and then slowly released it.
His hand moved to encircle my waist and come to rest on my stomach. I was becoming more relaxed. I think I might have even dozed off, but the noise of people talking in another room caused me to tense up again.
"Breathe," Hank whispered, and got me to calm down again.
After what seemed like hours, but was probably only 20 or 30 minutes, the lights began to brighten. Hank started counting softly. We heard the people moving in and encircling the bed.
Although we were laying very still, my heart was thumping again.
I heard Hank give a big yawn, and saw him stretch out his arms. Then he rubbed my head, and moved it, and his body, up and over to kiss me.
I responded to his kiss by rotating onto my back. He moved over me, and sucked the air out of my lungs with an amazing kiss. I still hadn't opened my eyes.
Then he moved to my neck and down to my right nipple. I realized he was working the sheets off of us as he moved down my body. He began to nibble on my nipple, causing me to arch my back and do a quick inhale of air.
The people around us had gone quiet, and after he chewed on the left nipple, I began to forget about there being anyone else around.
Hank's tongue in my navel felt like electricity was beginning to arc through my body. He moved down lower and lower, until he engulfed my hardening cock in his hot moist mouth.
I reached down and held his head as he worked over my cock. As I felt around his shoulders, I realized the sheets were gone from our bodies. I had a momentary flash of hundred's of eyes looking at my cock, as it swelled and grew under Hank's ministrations.
But then he stuck his tongue into my piss slit, and I was back to being focused totally on my dick. All I know after that is that my little head was in charge.
My breathing became very audible, as I got more turned on by Hank. I wanted my share, so I moved around so I could get at Hank's cock. We were now laying side by side, working over each other's cocks with our mouths.
I love the taste of Hank, but I noticed a trace of pineapple or something. As I followed the taste, I realized that the lube that Thomas had given us must have had the pineapple taste. No smell to it at all, but definitely a pineapple taste.
I was lost in that familiar fog of lust as my dick was being taken care of by Hank's talented tongue. I explored deeper into his crack, following the trail of pineapple.
Soon, I was lapping at his hole, and he was moaning around my cock, which always drives me crazy!
Then I gasped, as his tongue found my hole. We were now twisted up, savoring each other's hole. I know Hank and I had talked about who was going to fuck whom, but right now I can't remember. I just wanted to get off.
I made a move and slipped out of Hank's grasp, while he clutched for my scurrying feet. Then I moved around and pushed his legs up and back, raising his ass up to my face. I dove in.
Man, he tasted sooooooo good! Fuck! And that's what I decided to do. I bent him down and drove my cock in with one quick thrust. Oh fuck! He was so tight!
I began sliding in and out of him, furiously at first, and then remembered to savor the moment, as Hank would say. I could see that he was stroking his cock in time to my strokes.
I looked up through the fog, and saw that crazy smile of his that drives me crazy! I felt him tighten around my cock, and I drove deep long thrusts into this ass. Almost all the way out and then back in. Bam!
I felt my balls slapping against his ass, and I leaned forward and sucked his lips into my mouth, and chewed on his lower lip! Shit, he tasted good!
And then I feel it approaching . . . that avalanche, that cresting wave, that speeding train, and knew that the moment was fast approaching.
Hank gasped and clamped down on my dick even tighter, and I was pushed over the edge, and began pumping into his ass.
Hank wiggled and got my cock out of his ass. I moaned, but then realized that we were supposed to show the cum for some reason. The completion of the act, I think.
I spewed hot ropes across Hank's cock, balls, and stomach. He was shooting his own ropes up to his face, as he stroked and squeezed everything out of his cock.
I gasped and shuddered as the climax wrung everything out of me. Damn, but that was amazing! I leaned forward, and lapped up some of his cum, and that's when I heard the thunderous applause all around us.
Fuck! I had completely forgotten about the people. I glanced around and saw hundreds of men and women clapping and staring at us. I couldn?t help it - I flushed crimson from head to toe.
Hank grabbed me and pulled me down to him, wrapping his legs around my waist, and hugged me tight, and began to suck the juices out of my mouth, with his passionate kiss. I returned the fervor, and melted into him.
The next time I opened my eyes, the lights were dimming around us. I slid down a bit, more to nestle next to Hank. Somehow, he found the sheet, and pulled it up over us.
We lay there catching our breath, as it began to go nearly dark in the room, and people were filing out to other rooms.
"That was amazing, guys!" Thomas said, and handed us our robes. Right now, I could have cared less about a robe. I was on fire, and hot! I wanted more sex! That was so amazing! It was still rocking my mind, when Hank reached over and squeezed my nuts a bit.
I sighed and Hank laughed. "Sir Everhard seems like he wants to go on all night!"
Thomas laughed and said, "I know the visitors would stay and watch you two all night, but I want them to see some of the other pieces!" He patted me on the ass. "Now go get dressed, grab something to eat, and come back out, if you want to see the rest."
Hank and I slipped on robes, but didn't bother closing them, as we headed back to the room at the back where our clothes were. Just as we slipped off the robes, a guy who had stared at us was back.
"Uhm, that was, ah, pretty, um, amazing," he managed to choke out, as he looked us up and down.
Hank stepped over to him and, facing him fully naked, extended his hand, and said, "Thank you. Glad you liked it. I'm Hank and this is Kyle." Hank gestured to me, and the guy looked Hank up and down, and then over to me. He did a head to toe of me.
"Ah, Russell," he said, as he nodded his head and blushed. He shook Hank's hand, and then dropped it. "Do you, ah, do this often?" He went a bit redder.
"Have sex?" Hank asked, knowing it wasn't what Russell meant.
"Ahm, no, I mean, yes, but I, ah, mean, in public?" he stammered out, his eyes dropping to the floor.
"Probably too much for Kyle, and not enough for me," Hank said, pulling me in closer.
Hank reached over and raised Russell's head. "Hey, Russell, you want another show?" Then Hank smiled mischievously, "Or did you want to join in the show?"
Russell shook his head, and tried to lower it. Hank fought to hold his head up, and keep his eyes locked with Russell?s.
"Hey, it's okay with us if you want to. Obviously, we don't mind you looking at us, after what we just did. So if you want to look, do it. If you want to ask questions, go ahead. Seriously, we don't mind."
Russell seemed to submit, or become more relaxed, because he moved his head, and took a thorough look at Hank. Hank stood for a moment looking at Russell, and then slowly did a turn, showing Russell every side of him.
When Russell's eyes moved to me, I followed Hank's example, and gave him a complete view. Sir Everhard was still pointing at the ceiling, and bobbed up and down, as Russell stared at it.
"Ah, does," he cleared his throat and tried again. "Does it hurt when he has that in your butt?" His ears even turned red, and I remembered when I reacted that way to almost anything having to do with sex.
"Only when he rams it in without any lube!" Russell cringed and Hank laughed. "No, it does take some getting used to. The bigger around a guy's dick is the longer it takes to get used to, but once it is in, and that special spot is hit, nothing could be better!"
"Really?" Russell said, truly amazed.
"Yeah, really." Then Hank lowered his voice. "You know, Russell, you can practice this on your own, if you want." Russell locked at him with wide eyes.
"Yeah, you can go to an adult bookstore and get a dildo or butt plug and practice with it. Start with a small one and work your way up; or you can use an ordinary candle, carrot, or cucumber. Just use some lube or butter, and give it a try."
Hank smiled that amazing smile of his, and said, "Or you can always contact us for some sexual education lessons."
Russell blushed again, but said, "You don't really mean that, right?"
"He really does," I said. "He has taught me a great deal since I met him."
"Oh, you aren't brothers?" Russell asked. "You look so much alike, and those matching tattoos on your ass . . . I meant butt."
I laughed then, and said, "You can say ass, and the tattoos just mean we are together. I didn't always look like this. Hank has me on a strict training routine, that includes running, diet, and exercise."
"And plenty of sex!" Hank chimed in.
"Look, let me write down our number, and, if you have questions, you can give us a call." He took a piece of paper and a pen from the desk, and quickly wrote out his number and handed it to Russell.
Russell nodded, then turned and walked out, turning to look over his shoulder at us a couple of time on the way out.
"Maybe you should start a Sex Ed class," I joked to Hank.
He looked at me and said, "Maybe I should."
We got dressed, had some of the sandwiches and water that had been left out for us, then we headed out into the gallery through another door.
People were wandering around looking at the images on the walls. Thomas had made them very large - four or five feet wide and six or eight feet tall. The stark black and white images gave the figures in them a surreal aspect.
I recognized many of the models, and was even in some of them. They certainly showed graphic representation of all kinds of sex.
As we wandered into another room, I noticed that people were trying to catch glimpses of us. Then there was a buzzing of conversation as we passed.
In the next room, the lights were intense, and focused on a black wall. Mounted on the wall was a large wooden X, and strapped to it was a man. He had a hood over his face, and he had not one hair on his body.
But what stood out were the hundreds of black clothespins that covered his engorged dick and balls. Also, a line of them ran up along the side of his chest, into his armpits, and out along each arm and each leg.
His muscles stood out in well-defined contrast. He had to have a very low body fat percentage, as every muscle and vein stood out in high contrast relief all over his body.
He held very still, not that he had a lot of room to move, as the ropes holding him were fastened every eight or ten inches along his arms and legs and around his waist.
Every now and then someone would flick a clothespin, and his head would twist a bit, and you could hear him inhale. I wondered how long he had been up there. Was he on a time limit as we had been?
Another room held a man confined in a very small cage. He had a large dildo with a handle sticking out of his ass and out of the cage, as if asking for people to move it in and out of his ass.
There was a plaster sculpture of a man covered by a sheet, but every detail of his erection, balls, and nipple rings were visible. Along one wall, a man was strapped to the wall, with a urinal over his head and a hose leading from it to his mouth. His hood covered his face. There were two holes for his nostrils, and the hose to his mouth was an integral part of the hood. He, too, was naked, but with piercing through his dick and balls in many places, along with the ones in his nipples. They were connected by a chain.
Then we came to the room with the wonderful black and white images of men. There were groups of 10 or 12 men, all shades of black and white, and all shapes and sizes; front, back and sides. It was like a collage of ethnicity. Circumcised and not, skinny and muscled, short and tall, hard and not hard.
The pictures surrounded the room, showing all possible combinations of the men - alone, stroking to two men, penetrating a third, orgies, and men at rest. It was a total celebration of men. It seemed such a stark contract to the torturous images in the other rooms.
Then I saw the sign with the title of the show, "What lurks in the mind of man??
And, certainly, as we walked around through all the rooms, we saw that it was true; all the sexual thoughts that a man could have about another man were portrayed there. There was love, lust, and the extremes.
That's when I started noticing the little red dots on many of the tags describing the pieces. Thomas had sold a great deal of art this evening.
I felt a hand on my shoulder, and turned to see an older man . . . that sort of professorial look - gray bushy hair and eye brows, horned rim glasses, tweed coat with leather patches on the elbows. It was so stereotypical, that it was almost funny.
"Ah, there you are, young men," he said, with a slight British accent. He kept his hand on my shoulder, as if he was guiding me closer to himself. "I wanted to tell you how splendid your piece was, and how well you performed for us." He smiled. It wasn't the warm, winning smile of Hank's, but seemed to carry some underlying meaning that I couldn't grasp.
"Thank you," I said, trying to be nice.
"I have a group of friends that would be very interested in the kind of work that you and your partner do." He smiled again. "We could pay you quite handsomely for the work." Again the smile.
His hand moved down to my ass. I moved away and said, "Well, you would have to book that through Thomas. He manages all of our engagements."
He smiled that weird, creepy smile again, "Are you sure? I could certainly make it worth your while." He leaned in and said, "I could manage six figures for a weekend engagement at my place in the country."
I ran the term "six figures" through my head, and realized what he was talking about in dollars, and my head began to be swayed. Hank moved over in front of me and started saying, "Look, we appreciate the offer, but Thomas,?
"Mr. Nigel," Thomas said, walking up to us, "I see you have cornered the boys. Tut, tut; you know better than to proposition my talent without involving me." Thomas' smile seemed much more genuine than Mr. Nigel's.
"Thomas, you always keep the best ones to yourself!" Mr. Nigel said, with a bit of rancor in his voice.
Thomas looked at Hank and I. "Patrick Nigel is a rather notorious host for young men." He looked back at Patrick before continuing. "A number of boys have returned from his weekends pretty well battered up, including some with broken arms or legs."
Fuck! I thought. This dude is messed up!
"Now, you know, Thomas, that it isn't anything the boys didn't agree to ahead of time. They all signed,??
"Yeah, you get them looking at the dollar signs, and not at the text of what they are signing." Thomas looked back to us. "You two run along. I'll finish up with Mr. Nigel here."
"What about those men you have trussed up and caged in your exhibit? Can you tell me that you are not harming them?" Patrick pushed.
As I slowly turned away, I was interested in Thomas' answer. "Those are men who really get off on that, and practically beg me for the opportunity. They would do it for nothing, if I would let them. And, they never suffer any permanent damage." Thomas remained remarkably calm, while he explained the differences.
"And, I don't keep them in cages in the basement and feed them dog food." Thomas added, as he turned and led us away.
"Sorry about that guys. He buys a great deal of art, so I keep him on the invitation list, but usually try to warn the guys ahead of time about him. He imagines himself the headmaster of some private British school. Besides his own sadistic streak, he has some really mean friends as well.
"He literally tried to buy a guy's life. Told him he would pay for his room and board for life, and all he had to do was be a willing partner in his role playing.
"The guy was swayed by the large price tag Patrick was willing to pay. He woke up, after a couple of weeks with Patrick, in the hospital. He was dehydrated, malnourished, and covered in bruises, burns, and had suffered a couple of broken ribs.
"Patrick is really ?Billy Bob Johnson,? from Mississippi. He just inherited some money, and decided to chase his fantasies."
Thomas shook his head. "Enough about him. You guys were the hit of the show. I have had dozens of offers to buy sessions where you guys basically do exactly what you did tonight."
He reached into his inside blazer pocket and withdrew an envelope. "This is for the two of you. If you ever want to do another session, I can guarantee that it will be at least that much, if not double."
He laughed and said, "You two are definitely a turn-on. I remember some of the wild stuff you have done with me for photoshoots, but you two are definitely meant for the lovemaking exhibit. I could watch the two of you for hours!"
He grabbed his crotch, laughed, and said, "But I am afraid I would not get any work done, and my dick would be chafed from all the jerking off I would do watching you!"
Hank chimed in, "Well, maybe you wouldn't have to have it chafed, if we brought you into the session!"
Thomas laughed and said, "I don't know that you would want a fat old fart joining in on your sessions.?
"You know that you are nothing of the sort, and we would welcome a chance to share with you," Hank said, and I could tell he meant it.
Thomas was definitely a decent guy, and I could see having some fun with him!
"I'll keep that in mind - and probably think about it often! But you two get out there and visit, or go home, if you are tired. I can't thank you enough for your participation."
He patted us both on the shoulders, as he stood between us. Then he headed back into his show.
"Open the envelope!" I said, eager to see what was inside.
"I think we should wait. Remember how I used to make you wait to cum? You said the rush was more powerful if you had to wait for it."
"Asshole!" I said.
"Fuckface!" Hank took the envelope, and holding it away from me, withdrew the check that was inside. I could tell he was trying to control his expressions, but his eyes widened.
"What?" I said, pulling his hand around where I could see the check.
"Fuck!" I said, when I saw the amount.
"Right here? With everyone watching?" Then he laughed. "Yeah, I have to agree!"
First, the check was made out to me, and second, it was for $35,000!
"Oh, shit!" I said, not know how to put my thoughts and emotions into words.
"Yeah, that, too!" Hank smiled, and added, "Let's take $10,000 and use it to update your mom's place. I could have some of my brothers come down for spring break. We could do the painting, and have new appliances, furniture, and stuff brought in."
He seemed to think some more. "Maybe we could send her off to a spa weekend, and remodel while she is gone. Sort of like that show."
He looked at me, and reached over and wiped the tears streaming down my face. "What?"
I choked out, "I can't believe how thoughtful and generous you are. Thinking of my mom first.
He hugged me and added, "Look, little brother, she's part of my family now. I just know how you worry about her, and how she doesn't have a lot of money. This could really make a big difference for her."
He kissed the top of my head. "Besides, that way we can redo that hideous purple room of yours." He lifted my head and smiled at me. I was still smiling through the happy tears.
"This will also give us plenty for what we need, and have some to put into savings for next year." He ruffled my hair. "Besides, it's in your name. We have to do what you want with it."
I started to object, but he just leaned in and kissed the question out of my mouth!
Wow! I love this man!
Thanks to all who have been prodding me over the last several months for more chapters. My hope is that you will continue to enjoy the saga of Kyle and Hank. I have a couple more chapters in the works, and should have them out soon. As always, comments, suggestions, photos, etc. are always welcome: harryrod575@yahoo.com.
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