Kyle and Hank - Chapter 86
Life settled back into our normal routine after the shoot, as we studied and finished papers.
Thomas invited us over to see the results; he was so pleased, he gave us each an envelope. I knew it was improper to look, but I was dying to see what was inside.
The photos were amazing! Thomas had made 24 X 26, high contrast black and white pictures, and there must have been at least 30 of them. I commented on so many, and he laughed and said, "These are cream of the crop out of over 2000 photos." I was amazed!
I looked through the pictures, and was blown away about how they captured the sex, lust, sweat, and passion of the whole thing. Everyone we knew, including ourselves, and many we remembered seeing at the shoot, were shown in the pictures.
They were highly erotic, and I knew that they would make a great addition to his work. "Another amazing round of photos! What are you going to do next? An underwater sex shot?"
He laughed and said, "Good idea, but no, not that one. I am thinking of finding a leather shop, BDSM shop, barber shop, or an adult bookstore, and having someone walk in with a naked man on a leash. The 'master' makes the man service the customers, all the while people are walking in and out, and in front of the store."
It made my dick hard thinking about it. I wasn't sure about that one. It seemed even more, I don't know, edgy. More so that the photo shoot we had already done. It rattled a deep dark hidden fantasy that I had once had. I hadn't thought about anything like that since meeting Hank and I didn't think I wanted to explore that fantasy any longer.
"I think it would be great to have a core group of models, but then really involve the patrons. It would have to be done in the right section of town, with the correct planning, but I think it would work." He smiled, and looked at us. "Are you to game to be in the shoot?"
Hank laughed and said, "What, you want me to drag Kyle along the street, naked, and then into a store full of strangers? I know he is getting bolder, and it might be fun to see if he could handle that."
"Yeah, right. I would be leading you in, and you would be walking the street, stroking yourself and totally getting off on it!"
Thomas almost choked, laughing, and then said, "Good idea, but I was imagining the slave would be in one of those CB-6000 cock cages." Hank had shown that to me, and I was wondering if we could even get him into one.
"He might like that, too!" I said, punching Hank on the shoulder.
"See, he is into BDSM already!" Hank said, in mock pain.
Thomas smiled and said, "Think about it and let me know. I can see either one of you in the role of the sub or master; but you could even be one of the customers." He thought for a moment, and then added, "You know that guy, Jimmy? I think he would be a good sub."
I got a mental image of Jimmy naked, on his back on the counter, being fucked by a line of guys, and never once complaining. "You might be right!"
"I uploaded a link to a slide show of all the pics, so you can share it with the guys, if you want; or you can just keep it for yourself. I don't know how you feel about being seen in that manner by anyone on the web."
"Kyle is getting quite used to exposing himself on the web!" That made me think of how Hank had posted pictures of me with my underwear to sell, and all those erotic pictures he took of me at the beginning. I guess I was alright with it, but figured I needed to give it a little more thought, and talk with Hank about what it would mean to our future lives.
"Oh, and what do you think of this idea?" Thomas asked. "I am thinking of running an Ad, and getting straight guys . . . you know the macho bragging `how many chicks he banged' kind of guy . . . to come in to audition for a porn shoot."
"Once they are there, I would interview them on camera, to see what limits they have - like, will you do gay stuff for the money, etc.? Then do a physical of them - all on camera. Once they are through that, they would have to submit to being felt up by two guys. They would start dressed, but as the two guys get very intimate with every part of their body, they would be stripped.
"Every part of their body would be caressed, stroked, poked, and/or pinched, to see if we could get them really stimulated. After that, I'd strap them to an examination table, but with their legs secured to stirrups, and spread wide." Thomas was enjoying telling about all this; he was getting off on it.
"With their hands entwined behind their head, they would, once again, be subjected to the scrutiny of the two guys; only this time, the guys would get very intimate with their hole; first by fingering them, and then inserting a small butt plug. Then the guys would jerk them off 'til they cum, and then feed them their cum!" He smiled, "What do you think?"
"So is this some hot shot jock?" Hank asked, "Or is it going to be some average `joe,' who thinks he's hot shit?"
"Now that you say that, I like the latter!" Thomas laughed and added, "I suppose I could get some of those frat boys who aren't the super jock, but want to be the ladies man, BMOC. That could be great fun!"
I thought about the time that Hank had first let me explore his body, and he explored mine. It was amazing! But it was a bit intimidating, as well; and to imagine some straight dude going through that, would be wild! "I think I would want to see the results of that!" I said.
"Maybe you and Hank could be the 'handlers,' and take your time feeling up the guys!"
"I can see the wheels turning in Kyle's head, and the bulge in his shorts. So I think he would definitely be up for that (so to speak)!" Hank laughed, and ruffled my hair.
"Asshole!" I said
"Fuckhead!" Hank said.
Back at the dorm, we viewed all the pics again. Hank and I were in several of them, and knew we would have to print up some of them for our "album."
The biggest surprise was the cash in the envelopes; we each had $2000! Man, this could really get addictive! Shooting porn was very profitable, and very much a fun way to make money. I laughed to myself, thinking of explaining to our kids (yeah, I thought about that now and then) how we worked our way through college doing porn! That would be a laugh!
At dinner, Jimmy joined us, along with Drew and Will. Jimmy introduced us to a guy, whose name was Alpine! I swear that's what his name was, or at least that's how Jimmy introduced him to us. He had this blond surfer dude style haircut, and he smiled and laughed a lot.
I was talking about the photos, and I said, "Yeah, in one of them Jimmy is all entwined with this guy," when Alpine broke in.
"Jimmy, you some kind of an uncoordinated klutz? I thought you were pretty well balanced." Hank looked at me, and I looked back at him.
Finally, Hank snapped his fingers, "Got it. Not entwined; entangled."
Alpine just looked at him quizzically, and said, "Yeah, that's what I said!"
Hank decided not to pursue it, and chalked it up to Alpine wanting to play the dumb blonde or something; but later in the conversation, when Drew said something about some frat guy being incapacitated, Alpine said, "No, really? I thought those guys could drink all night. Who would've thunk that they had a capacity limit?"
Hank looked at me; we would have to ask Jimmy about this later. Jimmy kept smiling at Alpine, and I was catching that there was something going on between the two of them, like Jimmy seemed to be becoming very attached to Alpine. He was hanging on his every word and gesture.
I looked at Jimmy and said, "What? Are you going to drop your philandering nymphomaniac ways, and become monogamous?"
Alpine got very upset, and said, "He never charges for it, and he ain't no transsexual transvestite, either. And I don't know what kind of mouse that is, but he certainly isn't a mouse! He is powerful!" His indignation stood out on his face.
This time, Jimmy leaned in and whispered in Alpine's ear. "Sorry," Alpine said, when Jimmy was done whispering. "I'm just a dumb football jock, and I don't know all those 90210 words you are throwing around. Kinda sounds like something they would say in Twilight, or one of those lawyer shows."
Hank said, "No, it's me that should apologize, Alpine. It was not my intention, nor Kyle's, to throw words at you to confuse you. Please accept my apology." Alpine nodded his head. "Are you here on an athletic scholarship?"
"Yep, I am one of the best linebackers around!" He was beaming, as he said it. "But I'm having trouble with some of my classes. Coach said he would get me a tutor, but then I met Jimmy here, and, well," he blushed, "there hasn't been much time for studying recently."
Jimmy grinned ear to ear, and nodded. "Well, Alpine, if you need any help with studying, Hank is a great one to get you motivated, and help you get organized. He did it for me. I wouldn't be getting the grades I'm getting, without his help. He was constantly motivating me!"
Hank laughed and said, "All I told you was, you couldn't cum unless you got all your homework done, and received at least a B+ on every thing you turned in."
Alpine looked from Hank, to me, and back. "I don't know if I could do that," he said, with all seriousness. "I need to get off at least once a day, or I can't think straight!"
Drew laughed and said, "I doubt that either Hank or Kyle think 'straight'!" Alpine took a minute, but he got it, and laughed.
"Yeah, like gay and straight, I get it." He was thoughtful for a minute, looked around the cafeteria, and then said, "You know, you guys are really great . . . being so open about liking guys. It isn't easy on the football team. I'm keeping Jimmy on the down low for a while; not quite ready for the team to start calling me a faggot." He hung his head.
"Hey!" Hank said forcefully, "Don't ever think of yourself as less of a person because you are gay. It is the way you were built, and if they don't like it, fuck 'em!"
"You mean, they would bend over and let me go at them, like Jimmy does? Boy, he sure does enjoy it, and I really like how it feels!" His smile was splitting his face.
"No, I mean, to hell with them!" Hank smiled and said, "Sounds like you and Jimmy got a good thing going; and if you aren't ready to tell the football team, then wait and do it when you are ready, but don't ever put yourself down about it, and don't ever let anyone put you down about being gay."
Then Hank said, "You need to check out the 'It Gets Better' web site. When you are ready, you'll know. Just be honest with yourself, and tell them when you are ready."
I thought for a moment, and then asked in a soft voice, "Do your parents know?"
"That I like guys?" Alpine asked. I nodded. "My dad would take out his shotgun and shoot me with it if he found out. My momma . . . I don't know; she doesn't get to say much around the house when dad's home."
I shared my coming out story, and others that I had heard. They ranged from the good, the bad, and the ugly. But in the end, everyone said they felt better about themselves once it was done. "So when you are ready, and if you need help, or have any questions about any of that, Hank is really great, and has some great contacts."
"Yes, and Marshall, one of the counselors, is really great at listening and understanding," I added.
"That's great, guys. I don't think I can get over to see Marshall, but I'll check it out."
Hank told the story of my melt down at the movie theatre, one of my less glorious moments; but I understood his reason for telling it. He explained about Larry, the policeman, and Marshall, and how they had helped me get myself together.
"Naked in the movie theatre! Holy shit!" Alpine said, and then added, "I would have loved to be in the theatre and seen that!"
Jimmy laughed and said, "Well, you can often catch one or both of them naked someplace!" He lowered his voice and said, "Sometimes even on the roof of the dorm!"
"You're shitting me!" Alpine said. He looked at Hank and me again.
Jimmy said, "Next evening that you are over, let's see if Hank and Kyle are around, and we can go on the roof. Then they can give you a show. Alpine laughed nervously, and slipped his hand down to his crotch; but it was right back up.
He looked around and saw that his action hadn't gone unnoticed. "Sorry, just adjusting the wood, so I will be more comfortable." He blushed a bit at that.
Hank laughed, and said, "Well, at least you didn't take it out and play with it like Kyle has been known to do in the library!"
Alpine's mouth went wide. "No kidding?"
"Jimmy will fill you in on all the antics that have gone on," I said, and then Alpine laughed.
"Nope, it's usually me filling Jimmy up!"
That brought everyone to choking on their water.
"So, Alpine, how did you get that name?"
"My folks gave it to me. They said when I was born, my hair was so white, and I was so white, that they looked it up, and decided I should be called Alpine. But everyone on the football team either calls me Pine or Tree. You know, because of the white pine trees."
Hank nodded and said, "Yeah, I get it." He looked between them. "So how did you meet?"
Jimmy started to talk, but Alpine interrupted. They excused each other, and finally Jimmy got to tell the story.
"I was at the video store. I was bent down looking at movies on the bottom row, and for some reason, my pants had somehow slipped down a bit, and he says my crack was showing." Alpine indicated about four inches with his finger.
"Anyway, he started asking me about the movie I had selected. He looked so cute, standing there acting so innocent." Alpine shook his head.
"Yeah, so I asked if he wanted to come back to the dorms and watch it with me. Once in my room, he couldn't keep his hands off of me, and even before the opening credits were finished, he had my pants down, fingering my ass!"
Alpine blushed beet red, and said, "Nah, it was at least half way through the movie, and you kept asking me if I wanted anything, and bending over in front of me, and then asking me if I wanted you to take off your pants."
Alpine looked around the table and said, "It was like he was begging for it!"
"He's been known to do that," Will said, which brought another round of laughter.
"Jimmy said he had never had someone so big, and it made him feel so good!" Jimmy shook his head, and held his fingers four or five inches apart.
"Yep, that's just about how thick it is!" Alpine was really trying to fit in with our raucous, bawdy group.
"So, what was it, five or six times later that night?" Alpine said, looking at Jimmy, who held up seven fingers. "He asked if I wanted to spend the night. I didn't want to get too far away from that nice ass, so I said sure!"
Alpine looked at us and said, "It's like he can't get enough of it!"
I started to shoot something back, but Hank tapped me on the leg, so I didn't. He later told me that he didn't want to embarrass Jimmy by making him sound like a slut in front of Alpine (I think I will start calling him Tree)!
Tree said he wanted to see the photos from the shoot, so we all headed up to our room after dinner. By habit, Hank and I stripped down as soon as we walked into our room. Will and Drew looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders, and then took off their clothes as well.
Hank said, "Alpine," but Alpine stopped him.
"Call me Pine or Tree; everyone else does," he smiled.
"Okay, Pine, if this bothers you, us being naked, let us know and we can put on some clothes. Kyle and I just have this habit of stripping as soon as we get in the room; and Drew and Will have visited us before, as well; but if you are not cool with it, just let me know."
Pine looked around at all the naked flesh, nodded, and began pulling off his clothes. Jimmy was naked before Pine finished pulling off his shirt, but he was soon naked with the rest of us.
He obviously was used to being around naked guys in the locker room, because he didn't seem to be self conscious at all.
Tree wasn't overly muscled; just a solid hunk of a guy. I could see why he would make a great linebacker. His pubes and armpit hair was so blond, it really was almost white. His circumcised dick hung down about four or five inches, over two large nuts. His dick definitely looked like it would be thick when it was hard.
Hank sat down and clicked on the link. Pine was amazed by the types of pictures, and Jimmy's participation. "No wonder you can take me so easily, if you can get two dicks in your ass at the same time!"
The pics were having an affect on everyone. Pine wanted to see more shots, and Hank showed him more of our photos. I took another look at Pine's log, and it was amazing! It was about seven inches long, but thick; though not as big as the guy we had seen at the rest area, the one who had talked of fucking his horse! But it was definitely thick!
I squeezed my asshole closed at the thought of that forcing its way in!
By the time Hank finished, everyone was hard, and I think Will was dripping. Hank invited them to use the bed, or make themselves at home, but each couple looked at each other and said, "I think we will go back to our rooms."
They dressed quickly, and left their shirts untucked to hide the tenting. After they left, Hank pulled me closer, and, since I was standing, my dick was face height. He blew warm air over it as he spoke; he knew that drove me crazy!
"Seems like Jimmy has found him someone, at least for now. I think it is about time he became less promiscuous and more discreet."
"Do you think Pine will know what that means?"
"Be nice!" Hank said, as he smacked my ass. "As long as it has 'pro' in it, Pine will think it is professional, and be fine with it."
Of course that made me think of a Steve Martin line again. I had listened to some of his early comedy routines, routines from before he went to SNL. He once said, "I am still using the amateurphylactics, I haven't made it to the pros yet." I told Hank, and he rolled his eyes!
He then blew hot air across my dick and nuts again. I pushed my dick up to his face. "Have you finished all your homework?" he asked.
"Asshole!" I said, pushing my dick against his mouth.
"No, this is my mouth," he smiled. "Now, Pine, do you need an anatomy lesson, as well?"
"Asshole!" I said.
"No, repeat after me, 'MOUTH!'" he said, managing to avoid my pressing dripping dick from entering his mouth.
"Ok, mouth!" I said, pushing against his lips again.
"No, that's a penis," he said, and added, "can you spell 'penis?'"
"A-S-S-H-O-L-E!"
He laughed so hard I thought he was going to choke. Finally, he relented and licked the head of my dick. "Oh, yeah!" I said.
He removed his mouth and said, "That good enough? Ready for bed?"
"NOOOOO!" I groaned, and tried to push my dick back into his mouth.
He laughed again, and began to pump my dick with one hand, and play with my balls with the other. All the while, his mouth was vacuuming my dick! He really knew how to do this, and how to get me off quickly! He was pushing all the right buttons.
With his expertise, it was not long before Hank was swallowing my load. He always managed to suck all of the cum out of my dick; I mean, like nothing would drip out when he removed his mouth; it had all been sucked out!
I had to grip his shoulders to keep from sagging to the floor.
"So, was that good?" Hank asked, wiping his chin. He was smiling, as he looked at me.
"Fuck, yeah!" I said, moving back to sink onto the bed. "Your turn now," I said.
"No, I am going to wait until morning, and I am going to wake you up with my dick so far up your ass, you will think I am knocking you on the head with it!" He dove towards me and wrestled me to the bed. He sucked my mouth into his, and let his hands roam over any part of my body he could reach.
Then he moved up behind me, pulled me into him, and spooned against my backside, letting his precum slick dick slide up and down my crack! "Seems like it would be a nice way to wake up!" I said.
Hank humped against my crack a couple more times, then used his arms and legs to entwine me. "'Night, little brother," he mumbled into my neck.
"Good night, lover," I whispered. "I love you!"
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