Kyle and Hank

Just a reminder - Kyle and Hank live in a world where practices of safe sex is not needed, but we don't live there. So play safe!!

I woke up in a tangle of arms, limbs, and sheets. My mouth tasted terrible, and my head hurt a bit. Hank untangled himself and looked at me. Then he laughed and said, "I hope I don't feel as bad as you look!"

"Asshole!" I mumbled.

"A bit too much wine, little brother?" he said, ruffling my hair.

"I guess so," I said, not sure what caused the headache.

He leaned in to kiss me, and I held my hand up in front of my face. "Believe me, you don't want to taste this!" I said, as I pushed him away.

He got up, opened the bedroom door, and started across the hall. "Hank!" I hissed.

He looked back in the room and said, "What?"

"You're naked!" I hissed again.

He laughed, "Well, at least we can tell your ability to see is not impaired."

"Put something on! My mom is liable to be in the hall!" I hissed again.

He came back into the bedroom, leaned in close to me, and said, "She saw both of us naked last night, and said, 'Nice asses, boys!' So I think she has kind of already seen all there is to see."

"What the f..." I said.

"You must have been out of it last night, because we went across the hall naked to use the bathroom before going to bed. I was surprised you were so open about it; but hey, it's your house."

"My mother's house," I said, trying to remember last night. "I don't remember that. Are you sure it wasn't a dream?"

"Well, you can ask her at breakfast. But right now, I have to go pee!"

He went back out the door, and, as the bathroom door was closing, I heard "Morning, mom."

'Oh shit!' I thought. I got up, and scrambled through the discarded clothes, trying to find a pair of boxers. I managed to get them on without falling on the floor, and rubbed my head, and headed across to the bathroom.

The door was locked. "Open up!" I hissed through the door. I seemed to be doing a lot of hissing this morning.

"Take off your boxers, and I will," I heard Hank say, in a quiet voice.

"Asshole!" I hissed.

"Now, now, remember where we are, Fred!" he shot back.

So I tried to fool him. "Okay, they are off," I said, "Now open up!"

I heard the lock turn. He opened the door a crack, looked at me, and then closed the door. "Take them off," he said.

'Fuck it,' I thought. I pushed them down and knocked again. "Okay, let me in."

He opened the door, checked, then opened the door all the way, and said loudly, "Kyle, you are sporting morning wood! What would your mother say?"

Then I heard, "What's going on down there boys?"

I pushed my way into the bathroom, and Hank was laughing his ass off. "Asshole!" I hissed, thinking I might try out for the snake in the Harry Potter movies.

"Who's underwear is this?" I heard my mom say outside the door.

"They're Kyle's, mom. He just couldn't wait to get to the bathroom!"

I punched him in the stomach - not terribly hard, but he woofed, as if I had knocked the wind out of him.

"You boys are just having way too much fun!" my mom said, and then added, "Must be that tingly lotion I gave them!"

Hank was rocking with laughter as I blushed. My mom said that? OMGosh!'

Hank and I took a leak, then brushed our teeth. After I had rinsed my mouth, he grabbed me and nearly sucked my face off with his powerful kiss. His tongue probed my mouth, and he said, "Just making sure you did a good job of brushing your teeth."

He opened the door then, leaving me standing naked in the bathroom. I sprinted across the hall to the bedroom, and closed the door as my mom said, "They are still pretty nice asses!"

Hank fell on the bed, laughing. "Your mom is not a stick in the mud at all. I think she and my mom would get along fine."

I couldn't imagine my mom around Hank's family. They were just way too open for my mom. And all his brother's running around naked! 'OMGosh!' I shook my head, and looked around for my boxers. My mom must have kept the ones she found in the hall. I tried to think if there were any stains of any kind on them. Only I would think of that!

I got a clean pair out of the suitcase, and got dressed in shorts and a t-shirt.

"Good morning, boys," mom said, as we filed into the kitchen. The smell of fresh brewed coffee made me want a cup right away. "I thought we might go out for breakfast and celebrate. Celebrate all the stuff you did for me, and you two being home, and heading back to finish up the semester at school." Her eyes brimmed, as she said that.

So we grabbed a cup of coffee and then headed out to the car. Hank had grabbed our slippers and wallets, so we were all set.

During breakfast, Hank brought up the idea of getting the two families together. My stomach did one turn, but I was too hungry to keep thinking on that one. Besides, she would probably say 'no.'

"That sounds like great fun!" my mom said, and I almost choked on my hash browns. "Maybe we could get together for the Fourth of July, or something like that!" she said, seeming to get more excited by the moment.

"Yeah, we usually get this lake house, and it would be great!" Hank kept pumping up her excitement. "We could have a big BBQ, take rides on the boat, and everything. You could meet my parents, and all my brother's and their families. It would be great!"

"Well, if the rest of your family is as nice as you and your brothers, and their partners, I am sure I would have a wonderful time."

She and Hank went about planning the affair, including what kind of clothes she would need to bring . . . suntan lotion, and all. I was glad he mentioned clothes, because I was afraid he was going to say it was clothing optional.

"And there is a huge hot tub on the back patio. Most all of us go in without suits on, but we can make an exception while you are there."

She blushed a bit at that one, and said, "Well, I don't think I am ready for skinny dipping with the in-laws."

"Mom!" I exclaimed. 'Did she just say In-laws? Oh, shit!'

"What?" she said, looking at me quizzically. "You expect me to run around naked around strangers?"

"No! I, ah, just meant . . .," and there was no way to explain, without digging myself deeper into this.

We tried to pay for breakfast, but mom insisted.

After breakfast, we went back to the house, got our bedroom straightened up, and packed up the truck.

Mom stood in the living room with tears flowing. "I don't know how I can ever thank you boys for all you have done this week. The house is beautiful! It should be one of the homes on Extreme Home Makeover! And the time at the spa was amazing; I feel rejuvenated! And it also seems that you have gotten Harold out of his shell, as well." Oh, so she had caught on to him and Charlie.

"You shouldn't be spending all your money on me!" she said, wiping her eyes. She reached over and grabbed my hand and squeezed it. "But you go see that art gallery guy, and see about getting some more sessions!"

"Mom!" I said, once again shocked at this new mother.

"What? Can't I tease my favorite son?" At that I had to laugh, since I was her only son.

"Yes, mom," Hank said, "he needs to be kidded some more. I had to explain to him that, in my family, how you show your love is by giving someone a hard time."

She winked at Hank, and said, "I bet you give Kyle plenty of 'hard' times!"

'OMGosh! What had come over my mother?' I blushed to the tips of my ears, and felt the heat radiating from my face. I hadn't been this embarrassed since some of my first couple of days with Hank.

I couldn't think of a good come back to that one, and Hank just laughed, patted me on the head, and said, "You've got that right, mom!"

I didn't think it was possible to get any redder, but I think I did. My mom looked at my face, and smiled. "I am sure that Hank takes good care of you."

Now I was getting sappy. "I really don't know where or what I would be without Hank," I said, as my eyes brimmed up. I leaned over and gave him a kiss.

He kissed me back, and then said, "Fat, lazy, and disorganized, probably!"

I started to say 'asshole,' but bit my tongue and said, "Well, George, I think we need to head out."

He smiled his famous smile that gets me right to my core every time, and said, "Fred, at least you got part of that right; I think we both need head!"

"Hank!" I said, shocked. My mom was chuckling into one hand, and wiping her eyes with her other hand.

"You two are perfect for each other," she said, gathering us both in for a hug.

It was a mutual three way squeeze. Even Hank was wiping his eyes after that motherly hug. He smiled, and said, "I love you, mom."

She smiled, and fought back her own flood. "And I love you, Hank. Now seriously, you take good care of my boy, or I'll have to send one of his uncles after you with a pair of pruning shears!"

I laughed as I pictured that. Hank got an ashen look on his face, but then laughed.

Just as we got in the truck, Harold and Charlie drove up. So there was another round of goodbyes, with Harold going for a squeeze of my ass during the hug. Charlie just gave me a peck on the cheek, and smiled. "Thanks for getting us together!"

That made for one more round of hugs with my mom, and then we were on the way.

All the way back to the university, we discussed the pros and cons of getting the two families together. Hank said, "Look, we have behaved when other families have been to visit. Like when Ted and Nick's in-laws come over, we act like the suburban family. Everyone wears clothes, and there's no naked fucking on the back porch!" He laughed, as he saw the look on my face.

"It will be fine; and besides, if we are going to be together for a while, then our families are going to need to meet."

"Asshole!" I said, and added, "What do you mean for a while? I bought into this for forever!"

Hank pulled me over and kissed me, while watching where we were going on the road. "'To infinity and beyond!'"

He stopped at a rest stop on the way back, and, as we got out of the truck, he said, "There is something I have always wanted to do. Follow me," and he headed off towards one end of the rest area, and followed a path into the bushes and trees.

After about 20 feet on the path, he said, "Okay, strip down here."

I had learned to trust him, so I did just that, but added, "I have to pee!"

"Okay. Go ahead and go. I have heard about guys having sex in the area around a rest stop, so I thought it would be cool if we did it here. Like you were some guy standing here along the path, and I come along and see you, and want to join in. What do you think?"

"Sounds like fun, but what do we do if someone really comes along?" I said, shaking my dick when I finished.

"Fuck 'em, if they can't take a joke!"

He pulled his small digital camera out of his pocket and set it on a log near by. It recorded video, so I guess he wanted to get the whole thing on camera.

He got it all set up, and looked to make sure everything was going to fit on the screen. "Okay, you stand there on the trail and start playing with yourself. When you are hard, keep stroking. I am going to walk along the path and spot you. Then we can ad lib from there." He smiled, when he saw that I was already hard. The idea of being naked out here pushed a couple of my buttons!

I stood there stroking, not looking down the path. I did this for a half a minute or more before Hank came sauntering up. "Nice looking tool, you got there, mister." He had kind of a hokey country accent.

"Yeah, just out enjoying the day, hoping some hot dude would come along that might want to join me," I said, trying to play the part.

He walked up and said, "Can I touch it, mister?"

"That's what I'm here for," I replied.

He reached out and tentatively took my dick in his hand. I loved the touch of his hand on me, but especially on my cock! "Nice," he said, and then he stroked it a couple of times.

"Can I taste it, mister?" he asked.

"Only if I can taste yours," I said, and meaning it.

"Sure would be great to have someone takin' care of my little partner." I was trying not to laugh. He bent over and slurped the end of my dick.

"Tastes good, like a dick should!" he said, mimicking the cigarette ad.

"Thanks, now how about that taste of yours?" I said. I was wired. Standing here naked, where someone could walk by; and hard; and being with Hank. Fuck! It was like a fantasy! Hank had unzipped his shorts and let them drop to his ankles. Then he had pushed his boxers down below his dick. It was growing, as I watched.

I leaned over and swallowed almost all of it. "Whoa, doggies! You really know how to make a guy feel good!"

I removed my mouth long enough to say, "My pleasure." And, again, meaning it.

It was at full mast in no time, and I began working in earnest. Hank ran his hand along my back and down my crack, then put a finger into my hole and said, "Nice; tight and warm in there. Reckon my little partner could go exploring in there?" Again, I struggled not to laugh at his country bumpkin acting.

"Sure. Looks like your 'little partner' might just be big enough for the job."

Hank turned me around, knelt, and began rimming me. Damn! His tongue felt good. I was slowly stroking myself, enjoying the pleasure he was giving me. I could see back between my legs that his boxers were now around his ankles.

Just as he was inserting his dick into my ass, and I was preparing to experience one of my favorite pleasures, I heard, "You two boys sure do make a fine picture."

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