So Hank and I got busy planning the spring break activities. We got my aunt to find out what kinds of furniture and stuff my mom liked. We scheduled a week at a nice hotel that had a spa, and scheduled plenty of treatments.
When we told her about the week, she started crying. She asked if she could invite someone to go along with her. We said sure, and she invited Maude to go with her; that would leave Harold to help us over the spring break. I could see him mixed in with Hank's brothers, and thought the poor guy wouldn't be able to sit down for a week!
Hank had made arrangements for Bill and Will, and Mike and Matt to join us for the work. He booked two adjoining rooms at the local motel, figuring that we would not be able to stay at my mom's house while it was being remodeled.
When I thought of all of those hot brothers of Hank's, I would get distracted, remembering the things we had done, and that we could do. Hank would sometimes catch me daydreaming, and would snap his fingers in front of my face and say, "Earth to Kyle, Earth to Kyle - time to come back to the planet!"
In the meantime, Hank had applied for and had been accepted in an RA training program for the summer. He had found out that if he got the position, we could still share a room.
He would be taking classes for it all summer. I signed up for orientation, and would be one of the orientation counselors. Training would be the first couple of weeks of summer, then it would be week after week of orientations. Parents and their kids would come to the college for three nights.
There would be tours, special sessions for the new students, and some for the parents. Evening fun would be included. Hank said it would be good for me to have to be more outgoing.
He said he also wanted to take some kind of course or seminar on handling bullies. He had seen too many of them around campus, and wanted to learn how to defuse those kinds of situations - besides beating the crap out of someone, I added. To illustrate, he punched me on the arm.
A week before spring break, Hank organized a little payback for Frank, our RA, for being such a pervert, and mean to some of the guys on our floor. He loves to spank guys, and seems to find any number of reasons to punish a guy.
Somehow, Hank had found out when Frank was going to be returning to the dorm with a friend.
He rounded up Jimmy, Jared, Drew, Will, Todd, Eric and Billy, then took us all up on the roof, and after making sure we had all had plenty of soda and water to drink (he didn't do beer, because he knew he was going to get in enough trouble if he was ever found out), he had all of us take off our pants or shorts. Those that wore underwear had to remove that as well.
It was quite a sight to see all of these guys standing around in just their t-shirts with their dicks hanging out. Jimmy, being Jimmy, was the first to remove his shirt and be totally naked. Several others followed suit, as we all laughed and jeered each other.
Hank shussed us. "Okay, everyone, line up here along the roof," he whispered.
We looked over the edge and saw Frank walking up the path to the front of the dorm. He had some guy walking with him. He seemed to be chatting him up, and had his hand on the guy's shoulder.
There was no worry that Frank would look up; he was too involved with "his friend".
As they closed on the front door of the dorm, Hank whispered a firm, "Now!"
Everyone must have been bursting, because it seemed all the streams started nearly as one. The nine of us produced a steady stream of golden rain.
I think Frank first thought that there was a sudden rain shower, but when he looked up, gasping at the situation, some found it's way into his mouth. His glasses were quickly coated with piss, so he put his head down and ran for the front door, pushing his friend ahead of him.
We were laughing our asses off, when Hank said, "Okay guys, everyone grab your clothes and head down to the common room on the floor below. Get dressed quickly. I'll turn on the TV and we'll all look like we are watching something."
Clothes were grabbed and we ran for the roof-top door, then down the stairs and along the hallway to the common room. Everyone was trying to get their clothes on. I don't think everyone ended up with their own stuff. I saw Jimmy had his shorts on inside out, and wearing a t-shirt way too big for him.
Hank practically jumped into his shorts and got the TV on. We were still jostling around when we heard the bing of the elevator door.
I bit my lip to keep from laughing, as we heard the sound of someone running down the hall. The door to the roof top stairwell banged open.
That gave us a reprieve to get ourselves better organized. Then the door slammed closed, and we heard footsteps heading towards the common room. I was biting my lip and clenching my jaw to keep from falling into hysterics.
Frank burst into the common room. He looked at us, and we were all intent on the TV. That's when I realized it was a dog show! The national fucking dog show! Fuck! We were screwed now!
He looked from the TV to us and back, then said, "If any of you had anything to do with this, you are all going to be disciplined and possibly expelled."
We all looked at him. His blue shirt was spotted all over, his hair was plastered down, and there were still drops on his glasses.
"Whatever are you going on about?" Hank asked, in the most controlled tones I had heard him use.
"You know damn well what I mean! I know you all had something to do with this." He took off his glasses and shook them. He looked at them, then grabbed the tail of his shirt to clean them off.
"I'll find someway to prove it was you guys; I can promise you that!" He was furious.
"So what . . . so you can paddle our naked butts while we are spread across your lap?" Hank said, with complete control and no rancor or irony.
"Fuck you!" Frank said, and stormed out of room. "Come on, Ryan, let's see if I can find you some dry clothes."
I had to laugh at the image I had in my mind of Frank getting Ryan naked in his room. I stifled it, and bit my lip harder.
Once we heard the elevator bing, and then the doors close again, we started laughing. "Not a word to anyone!" Hank said. "Enough people will be talking to us about it that we don't have to start it. I am sure by morning everyone in the dorm will know about it."
Hank and I left then. I noticed that Jimmy was talking up Todd, and exchanging shirts. I also noticed that Jimmy's shorts were riding low, showing off his ass and crack. Todd caught a glimpse of it as well, and I was sure that Jimmy was going to get it filled up soon enough by Todd. I don't know if they had gotten it on yet, but Jimmy seemed to have hit up everyone else.
He said there were guys that told him to fuck off; he never bothered them again. He laughed, as he said that sometimes one of those guys would knock on his door and ask if he was serious. Seems like many guys had sampled Jimmy's ass, and many of them more than once.
I really expected to enter a common room one day and see a line of guys waiting to fuck Jimmy, as he knelt on the sofa with some guy pounding his ass.
Frank never did find a way to pin it on us. He threatened to get a urine sample from everyone so he could compare it to the stains on his shirt, but he got such ribbing about wanting to watch guys pee into a cup that he retreated to his room and slammed the door.
Frank and golden or yellow were often used in the same sentence. As in, "Frank, this is a golden moment for you," or "Frank, you seem a bit yellow today; are you jaundiced?"
By the time we left for Spring Break, Frank was spending most of his time in his room, and more and more time corresponding with his floor via e-mail.
On the ride to my mom's place, I asked Hank how he had known Frank would be coming back right then.
He laughed and said, "I found this guy in one of my classes, who had friends who lived in our dorm. They all talked about how terrible he was, and he also heard from guys from previous years about the same kind of treatment.
"So after class one day, several of us cooked up this scheme to get Frank. Ryan, his name is really Isaac, put an Ad on Craigslist in the `Men Searching for Men' column, that he wanted to have his ass paddled by a powerful, authoritative man. We knew Frank would jump on it."
"How did you know he would be on Craigslist?" I asked.
"Someone from last year mentioned that they had seen Frank's picture in one of the Craigslist Ads. So I figured it was worth a try. I figured we might have to try a couple of sites before we got a nibble, but it was answered within minutes of posting."
Hank laughed, "Isaac said that Frank kept sending him e-mails with pictures of himself posing in various outfits. And shots of his dick and balls. He would be flexing in the pictures, trying to show off his muscles.
"Isaac said that Frank kept asking for pictures of his ass, and wanted vivid descriptions of what he wanted Frank to do."
Hank looked at me with a big smile on his face. "When they got back to Frank's room, after confronting us, Frank stripped down and wanted Isaac to do the same, as he searched his closet for something to give Isaac to wear.
"Isaac told Frank he was disgusted with the whole thing, and was so turned off he couldn't go through with anything." Hank laughed, "He said he left the door open to Frank's room when he left. Frank was standing in his room with his dick pointing at the ceiling, and his mouth in a big 'O'. Isaac said it took everything he had to keep from laughing until he got outside.
"He heard the door slam just before he got to the lobby of the dorm. We have had several good laughs with the guys in my class retelling the story!"
I shook my head at Hank's inventiveness.
On the drive home, Hank stopped along side the road once, and told me to get out. He stood by the side of the road and took a leak, and told me to do the same. He dropped his shorts half way down his ass, as he stood there pissing. I got my stream going and crossed streams with him. A car drove by and honked its horn. Hank just waved at them, and kept on pissing.
Back in the truck, he told me to leave my shorts off. I was hard in no time, as Hank would reach over and give my dick a few strokes now and then.
The next time we stopped, he had me get outside before he would toss me my shorts. I had finally gotten to where I didn't look around during these shenanigans, and Hank just laughed at me standing there in a t-shirt, with a boner, pulling on my shorts in a public place.
I knew once we got around his brothers it was only going to get worse!
We planned on meeting at the motel. Mom and Aunt Maude were to have left in the morning. When we pulled into the motel parking lot, Bill and Will were sitting on the hood of their truck with their shirts off waiting for us.
I went in and registered us and got the keys. Back outside, I drove around until we were in front of our rooms. It was a single level place, and they had stuck us out at the end of the buildings, but we could still see the pool and stuff from the room.
Bill and Will grabbed me and pulled me into a bear hug, and gave me very wet kisses on the mouth, and then squeezed my ass! "Gonna get me some of that," Will said.
Hank laughed and said, "I think you will have to get in line!"
Bill and Will could be twins. I remember that Will has the longer dick. They had on the same color blue shirts, and their hair is about the same length. I think Bill is the one with the crooked smile, as it most closely resembles Hank's smile. I laughed to myself that I will have to get them naked to tell them apart.
Both have the jet black hair and piercing blue eyes like Hank; and that dark five o'clock shadow. I know how scratchy that can get!
I love the way their biceps are so defined that you can see the veins running over the bulges.
I must have been staring, because Bill (I think) said, "Did you get a good enough view? Do we need to strip right here for you?" His grin split his face, and I knew he was related to Hank.
"Well, at least that way I could tell the two of you apart. I remember Will is the one with the bigger willy!"
Will laughed and said, "The things that make an impression on people!" He grabbed his crotch and gave it a squeeze.
We hauled our suitcases into the room. There were two rooms and four beds. Bill said, "I want to bunk in the same room as Kyle." He looked me up and down. "I've seen plenty of the rest of you, but want to refresh my memory of all your bits and pieces."
Hank laughed, "I kind of like his bits and pieces myself!"
Will chimed in, "Yeah, as I remember it, he could give me some competition in the size department, and I want to make sure he hasn't been stretching his out to try and beat me."
"I'll beat you," I said, making a jacking motion with my hand.
Everyone laughed then. Bill walked over to me and pulled out the waistband of my shorts and looked inside. "Yep, I think I could make a meal of that."
Not to be outdone, I pushed my shorts down, turned around, pushed out my ass and said, "And how about this?" Will said, "I want that!"
Hank swatted my ass. He told them to get cleaned up, that Mike and Matt would soon be here, and we were all going out to dinner.
I went in and threw some water on my face, and looked at my teeth. I brushed them, and then Hank grabbed my toothbrush and did his. I was swatting his butt, when there was a knock on the door. "Are these the rooms with all the homos in them?" was heard clearly through the doors.
Hank opened the door, and there was Mike and Matt. Mike was wearing this tight white t-shirt, the kind that are called wife-beaters, but I didn't like that name. I called them tank tops, or athletic shirts. Hank always laughed when I said athletic shirts. "That sounds like something out of the Sears catalog!" he would always say.
Mike's tan made the white even more striking, and his jet black hair and same blue eyes as his brothers left little doubt who he was related to.
Matt, on the other hand, had blond hair and it was cut so it fell over his face now and then. His shirt was a tan color, and was more of what I call a muscle shirt - a t-shirt without the sleeves. When he raised his arm to wrap it around me, I saw the whiteness of his arm pit and the frazzle of blond hair that bloomed there.
They each had to hug me tightly and squeeze my ass. I managed to get a handful of Matt's ass. I love the tightness of his butt.
After we had all greeted each other, Hank said, "Off to dinner."
Matt said, "I could stay here and munch on his ass, if you don't mind," patting my ass.
He managed to get me to blush, and everyone laughed.
"Maybe for dessert," Hank said, wrapping his arms around my shoulder and leading me outside.
We decided to take Matt's car, as we could all fit in it. Well, we tightly fit in it. Three in the front seat and three in the back. Somehow, I managed to be trapped between Bill and Will. I put my arms up behind them on the seat back so there would be more room.
Each one grabbed an arm trapping me. Bill set to tickling me, and Will went to work undoing my shorts. In no time, I was sitting there naked from the waist down, and Will was coaxing Sir Everhard to attention, not that it took much coaxing.
Hank, riding in the passenger seat, looked back and laughed. "I think we should go through the drive through with Kyle like that!"
Bill chimed in, "Remember when we used to do that with you? We made you stroke for your dinner. The guy's at the burger place used to laugh their asses off, and you sitting in the front seat, naked and stroking."
"Yeah, I remember the time you told them that I wanted cum as a garnish on my burger. You had them come out and watch me jerk off onto my hamburger!"
Bill was laughing away, and Will almost choked. Mike said, "Yes, I never saw you enjoy a burger more!"
Matt pulled into a steak house, and Bill threatened to take my shorts into the restaurant and make me walk in to get them. I had gotten pretty used to Hank's teasing, so I didn't get all panicked.
Bill got out and tossed me my shorts, and I got out and put them on outside the car. Everyone applauded me, drawing stares from some of the people getting in their cars to leave.
Dinner was great! Bill and Mike told stories of what they used to do to Hank when he was at home. I had never heard the story of the time they had made Hank sit on a ketchup bottle with the lid off. Then they turned him upside down and shook him until the ketchup bottle filled up his ass.
"I was shitting red for 2 days. I told them they had injured me and that it was blood. That got to them for a while, and they were my slaves for two days, until one of them looked it up on line, and also tested my shit!"
"What did you make them do?" I asked.
"He made us clean his side of the room, give him tongue baths twice a day - one from me in the morning and one from Mike in the evening. I think that is the time he tried to use his toes to fuck our asses," Bill said.
"And he made us be his furniture. We had to get naked on all fours and he would sit on us and use his computer, watch TV, or pretend to read a book," Mike added.
"When dad asked what was going on, Hank said, 'They stuck a bottle up my ass, and now it's bleeding; so they have to be my slaves until it quits bleeding.'" Bill said.
"That's when Mike took a sample of his shit into his friend at the hospital. We found out it wasn't blood. That night we took Hank and stuck his head in the toilet, after all the brothers at home had pissed in it." Mike was laughing so hard he had tears streaming, as he tried to finish the story.
"He got a golden swirling that night!" Bill explained.
"How about that time you sunburned your dick, Bill," Hank said, "and you were dipping it in a glass of milk to get some relief. Mom walked into the kitchen, saw you, and said, 'So that's how you recharge that thing!'"
I laughed so hard I thought my soda was going to come up my nose! This was like being with a bunch of 12-year-olds! And I couldn't imagine having a mom that was so cool about her sons running around naked!
Back at the room, there was so much horseplay, that I thought the neighbors were going to call the front desk. Everyone was running back and forth between rooms, with the connector doors slamming, and the doors to the rooms opening and closing.
Towels were snapped; I think Matt and Mike ended up being naked and locked out of the rooms for a while. They just laughed when they were let back in.
Will said he wanted to sleep with me, and that Hank could sleep with his brother and practice the things they used to do. Bill laughed, "I don't think there is any secret what went on in our bed!"
Hank must have sent out a message that I was never to be alone. When I went to take a leak, Matt and Will were there to watch me. When I took a shower, Bill and Mike were in there with me.
I was getting totally fine with being naked in front of people, especially these guys, so it didn't bother me; it just seemed too obvious.
I climbed into bed, naked of course. Will climbed in and spooned up behind me. I felt his cock press into my crack. He reached around, cupped my cock and balls in his hand, and said, "Sweet dreams, little brother."
As I laid there, I once again thought about how much my life had changed in the last several months. I now had "brothers, was sleeping naked with guys, and getting naked almost any place. And what a wild bunch Hank's brothers and their friends were.
I snuggled back into Will, and drifted off to sleep.
"Looks like you were having great dreams of Will, and what he is going to do to you," Hank said, bringing me out of the haze of sleep. The realization that the sheets and blankets no longer covered me, and that I had morning wood became apparent.
I opened my eyes to see all the guys standing around looking at me. They were all dressed in shorts and t-shirts. I stretched, smiled, and said, "Mind if I take care of this first?" I wrapped my hand around my cock, and squeezed. Damn that felt good!
You're right, Hank; he just can't get enough sex," Matt said. "He wants to jerk off in front of us; he must really get off on being on display!"
"No, I just get off on getting off!" I quipped back, and everyone laughed.
Mike reached down, took my dick in his hand, and squeezed. "I think he should wait until later. Then we can all have a piece of him."
"I am always trying to get him to control himself, and learn that instant gratification isn't always necessary," Hank said, in a very professorial manner.
"Yeah, speaking of gratification, tell them about what you did in the dorm laundry room the other night," I shot back, and Matt replaced Mike's hand on my dick. He also rolled my balls in his hand.
"That was only because you shoved your fingers up my ass, and I almost shot right then. I had to take matters into my own hands after that!" Hank had that puppy dog look on his face.
"Yeah, I am not buying that. I know when you were at home, you couldn't keep your hands off it. I think mom was going to tie your hands down at the dinner table so you wouldn't play with it during our meals," Bill said, replacing Mike's hand.
I was getting quite on edge with all the attention to my dick. Will moved Bill's hand, and started stroking my dick. "And that time at the movie theatre when you took out your dick, and started playing with it during `Death at a Funeral'," Bill said, and then added, "The British version."
Will laughed and said, "I bet it was because that guy was sitting naked on the roof."
Hank couldn't let that stand. "Like the time you beat off to Viggo Mortensen being naked in `Eastern Promises'."
"Oh, Oh, Oh!" I said, grabbing Will's hand, as he pushed me over the edge, and I started shooting all over everything.
"Looks like all our talk of naked actors and jerking off has put poor Kyle over the edge," Bill said with a smirk.
"Na, Na, no!" I said, as I removed Will's hand; my dick was way too sensitive now. "No! It wasn't from what you were talking about; it was all of you playing with my dick!"
They all laughed. "All it takes is a little playing around to get you off? Hank, you sure have it easy!" Mike said.
Hank tossed me a t-shirt to wipe myself clean, then told me to get dressed. I threw on shorts, and Hank tossed me the t-shirt I had used to clean myself. I gave him a dirty look, but put it on, and put on socks and shoes, as we were heading out the door.
We picked up something to eat at a Drive Through, and headed over to my mom's place. We had a plan in place, and everyone had agreed to it.
I took some boxes into my mother's room and packed up all the stuff in her drawers, while the others did the same in the other two bedrooms, living room, and kitchen.
We had all the boxes filled and stacked in the garage by noon. All of us were sweating. Matt drove over and got some Hoagies for us, while the rest of us drank some water, and cooled off in the shade in the back yard.
Mike started to take off his shorts, and I told him, "No, the neighbors can see into this backyard. I don't want them telling my mom that there were a bunch of naked men in the backyard while she was gone!"
Mike laughed, turned around, and mooned the neighbors. He pulled up his shorts and said, "I'll be a good boy, as long as Hank is."
Hank flipped him off, and Bill and Will laughed at them.
When Matt was back, we dug into the sandwiches, as if we were ravenous. Nothing was said for a few minutes, and then Bill said, "Remember when we used to make you cum on your sandwiches before you could eat them?"
"Yeah, Mom would wonder why I had to go to the bathroom with my sandwich," Hank said, around a mouthful of sandwich.
"We just told her you were going to add some seasoning!" Mike said, laughing.
"No wonder she had that strange look on her face when I came back to the kitchen," Hank said, and Will busted up laughing.
"Such a strange family," Matt said.
"Amen to that," I said, and that got another round of laughter from Matt and Will.
During the rest of lunch, Matt and Will told about their families. Like mine, they seemed much milder than Hank's. Matt told about coming out to his family, and how it took several months for his Dad to accept him and tell him he still loved him.
Will said that when he told his parents, that it was just like in the movie, his dad went to a cookie jar and got out some money, handed it to Will's mom, and said, "You were right!"
We all laughed. After lunch, it was the task of bringing all the old furniture out to the garage. Will and Bill worked on removing the kitchen cabinets and appliances, while the rest of us did the remainder of the house.
We had called a shelter to donate the stuff. They arrived with their truck, and we assisted them with loading all the furniture and appliances into the truck.
When that was done, we were all exhausted. We closed up the house, and headed back to the motel to clean up. "I think I could use a soak in that hot tub, before heading out to dinner," Bill said.
Everyone agreed. So back at the motel, everyone quickly stripped out of their sweaty clothes, and pulled on swim trunks. We headed over to the hot tub, set the timer, and climbed in.
It sure did feel good on the sore muscles; but leave it to Hank to make it sexual. He took off his shorts, grabbed my hand, and put it on his dick, not that anyone could see because of all the bubbles.
"Kyle's got his hand on my dick," he announced to the guys in the tub.
"Only because you put it there after you took off your trunks!" I said, giving him a good squeeze.
Bill said, "Last one out of their trunks is a chicken!" as he swung his trunks around over his head. It was a scramble then, as we all tried to get them off. I tried to stay underwater, but Will had his bare ass showing as he pushed his down.
"Guys!" I said, "This is a public place!"
"Is he always this wound up?" Mike said, waving his dick in my face.
"The nearer he gets to his home, the tighter he gets." Hank smiled, "And I mean that in the best possible way!"
"Asshole!" I said.
"Fuck face!"
Everyone had someone's dick in their hand. I had Hank's in one hand and Bill's in the other. After a bit of joking around, everyone got serious about the task, because they were getting wrapped up in that old familiar fog of lust, as I like to call it.
You could hear the breathing rate increase, as the pace and the proximity to edge got closer.
I heard gasping around the tub, as guys shot their loads into the hot water.
I came with a shudder and a moan, as Hank took me over the edge.
We all lay back, and relaxed in the water then.
The timer went off and then we heard, "So this is where all the perverts hang out."
I covered my crotch with a hand before looking up. The voice sounded familiar.
It was my cousin, Harold. He had great timing. His eyes went wide, as the bubbles stopped and the water cleared. "You're naked!"
"Keep your voice down!" I said.
"Yep, brilliant deduction, Watson," Bill said.
I introduced him around, and none of the guys made any move to cover themselves. Bill even stood so his cock was exposed, as the water level reached just to his balls.
"I think I came too late," Harold said.
Hank laughed, "No, I would say we came too soon!" That brought a chuckle.
"We are just getting ready to head out for dinner. Do you want to join us?" Hank asked, as he stood up and worked his trunks back on.
Harold's eyes stayed wide, as Bill walked out of the pool before putting his on. I think he got a good look at everyone as they got their trunks on.
He followed us back to the rooms, where everyone immediately got naked. His mouth was a big "O", as he took in all the naked male flesh.
Mike came over, grabbed his crotch, and said, "If you keep your mouth open like that, one of these guys might stick something in it!"
Harold gasped, which got everyone laughing. Bill said, "I think he should spend the night tonight in bed with Will and I. Then he can see what will cum of it." We all groaned at the pun.
Mike said, "Then you three can sleep in that room, so the four of us can get some sleep. I don't know about the rest of you, but I am tired!"
We headed out to dinner. I said we would take two cars, but the others said no; Harold could ride on their laps. I rode up front with Mike and Hank, and Harold kept giggling and gasping, as he sat on the laps in the back seat.
When we got to the restaurant, Harold had to adjust himself, as he was tenting the front of his shorts, and there was a wet spot about the size of a quarter on the front of them.
In the restaurant, after ordering, we caught Harold up on all the news, and he explained what he had been up to. He was still surfing porn on his computer, but he was going to the adult bookstore whenever he could sneak out.
"I love looking through the holes to see what the other guys are doing." He blushed, and added, "And I have even sucked a guy that stuck his dick through the hole!"
Hank laughed and said, "That's what you are supposed to do, unless you want to bend over and take it up the ass."
"Shhhh!" I said. I felt people in the restaurant were looking at us.
"Oh!" Harold said, "I thought I was supposed to jerk them off."
Bill choked on his water, and said, "And have you stuck your dick through the holes?"
He looked sheepishly at the table, and mumbled, "Once or twice."
"Yeah, I bet it was more than that," Will said. Then he added, "And what happened to it?"
"I was blown a couple of times, and once, I felt a guy's ass pushing against it. I hadn't done that since Christmas with Kyle and Hank." That brought another round of laughter.
Dinner arrived, and we dug in.
After dinner and dessert, we headed back to the motel. Harold took Bill and Will up on their offer to spend the night. He was giggling so loud, that MIke got up, said, "Shhh! Go to sleep!" and closed the adjoining door.
Hank and I were in one bed, and MIke and Matt in the other. Hank snuggled close to me, and I was soon off to sleep.
I wasn't the last one up in the morning, so it was Harold who got the razzing for being the last in bed, with his woody sprouting from his thick bush of hair. "I think we may need to trim him up while we are here," Hank said, and Harold's eyes went wide again.
Back at Mom's, it was painting day. We got everything taped up and the floors covered. Bill took off his shorts then. When I looked at him strangely, he said, "What? You paint in the nude. You don't want to ruin your clothes with paint drippings, right?"
Everyone agreed, so I stripped down with the rest of them. Harold sprang a boner as soon as his shorts were off. Bill took the roller and coated Harold's crotch with paint. "If it gets hard, it gets painted."
Will said, "Yep," and coated Bill's ass with some paint.
"I want to hit that HARD," Bill said.
After that, everyone settled down to the task of painting. Lunch time, we made Harold slip on Mike's shorts, which were too big for him, and sent him out to get lunch. We picked a place where he would have to go inside to get the order.
We all laughed after he left, thinking about him trying to hold up his shorts and carrying the food at the same time.
When he came back, he held one bag in his left hand, and his right held another bag, and the waist of his shorts. Hank pulled the bags away from him at the front door, and the shorts fell to his ankles. Mike grabbed Harold's shoulders, and drug him into the room, leaving the shorts on the front porch.
Once again, we were quiet while we ate lunch. After lunch, we finished up the painting. As we dressed to head back to the motel, I noticed that everyone had paint splatters all over their bodies. I had to laugh at the splotch of brick red paint on Hank's ass.
Back at the motel, we decided on showers to get the paint off, and made Harold the scrubber. Each of us took a turn in the shower with him, as he scrubbed the paint off of us.
This allowed him to touch everyone everywhere. His pale green-coated dick didn't go down during the whole process. So when he had done everyone, Bill, the last one in, turned, took the wash cloth, and went to work on Harold.
We all heard Harold shout as he reached orgasm and shot all over the shower. Bill called for some shaving cream and a razor. He quickly received the needed supplies, and we continued to hear gasps and giggles over the water, as Bill shaved Harold. "Now bend over and spread those cheeks," we heard Bill command, and then another gasp from Harold.
Harold was shaking with fatigue when he got out. We were all tired, so we decided to order in and placed an order for delivery.
When the knock on the door came, Hank gave Harold some money, and told him to pay for the food. We were picking up all the costs this week. He started to reach for his shorts, couldn't find them, and Hank said, "Just answer the door. It won't be anything the guy hasn't seen before."
Harold went beet red as he opened the door. The guy was telling him the amount, and then he looked at Harold, who was, once again, beginning to sprout some major wood.
Then we heard, "Harold?"
And then, "Oh, Fuck! Charlie!"
We ran up to see what was going on. Turns out it was a guy who knew Harold from school, before Harold started home schooling.
"Great to see you," Charlie said, looking Harold up and down.
Harold moved to cover himself.
Bill moved up and said, "Sir, let me take that from you," and he took the bags from Harold.
Charlie looked at Bill, who was naked as well. Everyone else moved up behind Harold. Hank said, "Master Harold, is this the new man you were telling us that would come visit? The one we would have to please in the same manner you have taught us to please you?"
Charlie's eyes got huge, as he looked at the six naked men standing behind Harold.
"Are these all your boys?" Charlie said, using a common term for submissive men.
Before Harold could speak, Mike said, "Yes, we have all begged to be able to serve him. He is strict, and beats us if we don't mind, but he rewards us by allowing us to pleasure him whenever and wherever he commands us."
Charlie looked from Harold to the six naked men behind him and managed to say, "And here I was feeling sorry for you. I thought after everything that happened, and you leaving school and all, that you would be sitting around depressed. But look at you!" Charlie held out his hands, indicating Harold's hard on, just like the rest of us.
"You have this army of hunks wanting to serve you and meet your every need. Fuck, that is so amazing!" I saw Charlie's khaki's were tenting out.
Harold was still dumbstruck, so Matt chimed in, "Master Harold, do you want Mister Charlie to come back after his shift tonight, so we can provide him the same kind of pleasure that we do for you?" Mike smiled, and added, "I think it is my turn for my ass to be used!"
Charlie's jaw dropped even more, as Mike turned around and showed off his ass. Then Charlie looked at Harold, as if to say, "So, what do you say?"
Harold finally got it together, and said, "Not tonight, boys; remember, you are to be punished tonight for not obeying me at the bowling alley. I told you to polish my balls, and one of you stupidly brought out a towel and started rubbing down my bowling ball!" I bit my lip, so as not to laugh.
"You know I expect you to service me whenever I say, and wherever I say. That includes getting naked in the adult bookstore, like I had you do this morning, and it means licking my balls in the bowling alley!"
Harold's voice got stronger, "So each of you will receive 20 lashes with the barber strap, and have to sleep with the largest butt plug up your asses." He turned, looked at us, and added, "And you will not be able to cum for three more days!"
He turned back to Charlie, then spoke over his shoulder, "Billy, go get the chastity devices out of the drawer, and bring me the key. You are going to be locked up, and I will make sure you can't cum until I tell you that you can!"
"Yes, Sir!" we all said at once.
Charlie looked around at us again, this time taking in our crotches. "So do you want to come back Thursday night and enjoy the pleasures of my slaves?" Harold reached over and rubbed Mike's ass.
Charlie visibly swallowed, "Ah, yeah, I mean, yes." He looked around again, and said, "How did you get all these men to submit to you?"
Harold crossed his arms across his chest, "I ran an Ad in Craigslist, looking for men who wanted to serve a high school stud. I signed as Master H, and they told me that my reputation made them want, no need, to be my boys."
He reached out and pulled on Hank's dick. "And they fight for my attention. It is so much fun!"
He turned, and said to Mike, "You, why are you not cleaning my ass?"
Mike knelt down behind Harold, spread his cheeks, and began to tongue his hole. Harold gasped, and almost lost his composure.
"Oh, Fuck!" Charlie said. "Yeah, Thursday. Okay, Harold, I'll see you then. And thank you!" He scurried off to his car, pushing his dick down.
When he was in the car and we had closed the door, Harold slid down the door, and said, "You assholes!"
Everyone laughed. We went in and ate dinner. All the while, we were thinking up various scenarios for Thursday night.
Harold slept with Bill and Will, and we heard him yell, "Fuck me, harder!" even through the closed doors.
Wednesday, we pulled up all the tape and plastic, and got the house ready for the cabinet men. They came in and began installing the new ones in the kitchen. Bill would go in and inspect their work, all the while his shorts were hanging low on his hips, showing that he had no underwear on, and showing off the top of his pubes and his crack.
One of the installers smashed his thumb, as he turned to follow Bill around the kitchen, and swung his hammer. "Fuck!" he said, and turned to follow Bill out of the kitchen.
Bill proceeded to flirt with the guy throughout the rest of the day. He would stand in the kitchen watching the guy, and "innocently" scratch his crotch, or reach inside his shorts to adjust himself, or scratch his ass.
We all managed to get a glimpse of him doing it. The installer got where he had to work with his crotch pressed against a cabinet, just so his boner wouldn't show.
That afternoon, all the deliveries came. So we were now getting furniture unpacked, arranged, and then rearranged. The cabinet guys finished up just as the kitchen appliances were being delivered.
Bill went in, stood next to the cabinet guy, and slid his hand into the back of the guy's pants. The guy gasped, and then coughed, to cover up the gasp.
I spotted the guy's wedding ring, as he and Bill headed out to the garage. I didn't know who was going to get what, but there was no doubt someone was going to get something! Bill later told me that the guy couldn't get enough of Bill. He ran his hands all over Bill, pulled Bill's shorts down, and swallowed his dick. Then he stood up trembling, pulled his own pants down, leaned over the work counter, and told Bill to fuck him.
Bill obliged, and the guy busted a nut, and groaned loudly when Bill came in his ass. He told Bill, with tears running down his face, that he was married, but he had been craving sex with a man, and was nearly crazy with Bill's body, and all the teasing.
Bill told him he could come back over any day for more, or come to the motel at night; but the guy shook his head, and said, "I just couldn't do that to my wife and family."
We had all heard similar stories and understood the frustration the man was facing. He feared coming out, so he married, had kids, and then yearned for man to man sex, but rarely got it, and when he did he felt guilty.
That night we went out for sushi. Harold was full of it, and kept making puns about eating raw meat, and fish eggs. "Is that like eating cum?" he would ask in a whisper to Mike, who was sitting to his left.
He slept with Bill and Mike that night. The next morning, he said he was so sore, he could hardly walk. We all told him that we knew why, because we had heard him all night long!
Thursday, we finished up by putting away all the stuff in the boxes, arranging finishing touches, hooking up TVs, internet, and phones. We set mom up with an office in the guest bedroom, with a Mac, printer, and everything she would need.
In the living room, we had it all set up with the ipad controlling everything for her, and created a little cheat sheet for her, so she could understand how to do what.
"My" room was done up in mission style furniture . . . lots of woods, and a pale green color. Bamboo sprouted from a number of pots. Hank had found a calligraphy print of the Happiness symbol to put on one wall. The bed was done in tans and greens. It all looked very earthy and natural. "Much better than that ungodly purple stuff," Mike had said. He saw the look on my face, and said, "Sorry!"
"It's okay - it was ugly, but it was my mom's attempt to tell me that she accepted me, my lifestyle, and my wonderful partner." I wiped a tear from my eye, and Hank razzed me about it, but I could see the emotion on his face as well.
My mom's bedroom and bathroom were done up in shades of blue, her favorite color. The guest room, with the office space, was set up in shades of grey. It has a Murphy queen-sized bed.
The living room had been done in striking bold colors. One wall was brick red, one a pale gold, and the other two a sand color. The furniture here was all microfiber stuff, with deep coffee browns, tans, and hunter greens. There were tall plants, and we had installed an electric fireplace that had logs in it. Mom would have some place to hang the stockings at Christmas time.
The kitchen had been done up in black marble and stainless steel. The cabinets were a dark rich brown. And the ceiling lights hung down over the various work areas. The kitchen nook/dining room was done with a rich dark wood table that would expand to fit 10 people easily. New dishes, pots, pans, and flatware completed the make over.
All the boxes had been flattened and sent off to the recycling plant. Everything we had purchased had been energy rated for being the most efficient. We set up recycle bins in the garage for her.
Tomorrow morning, we would clean up the garage and do some grocery shopping before she returned.
Tonight we would have a visit from Charlie, and I wasn't sure how that was going to go down. I didn't know if the guys would overplay it, or whether Harold could pull off the role of master.
All I knew was that I was exhausted, happy at what we had done for my mom, and comfortable with all the friends and family of Hank's. I still wasn't sure about Harold.
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