Kyle and Hank - Chapter 89
Hank fixed us some oatmeal for breakfast; it was a really great one cup meal with raisins and apples.
After breakfast, we straightened up around camp, as Hank and I talked about the bear visit, when we found tracks in the dirt. Hank still kidded me about my reaction last night.
"Asshole! You would be scared, too, if it was the first time you saw a bear in the wild; especially after hearing the horror stories of that particular bear!"
Hank laughed, but agreed. We spent the morning sitting in the sun naked, relaxing on a rock at the edge of the lake. Hank brought up how much he had changed in the time since we first met.
"I came in planning on being this macho, disciplined, ..."
And I filled in, "Asshole?"
He laughed, "Yeah, that note I left you on the first day was pretty harsh and, yeah, pretty much assholeish."
"And you nearly killed me the first day or two with those dares and bets!" I laughed, "I was broke within 10 minutes of meeting you!"
He laughed and said, "And you going on those naked runs with me!"
"That scared the shit out of me, but I was intimidated into doing it!"
"Oh, admit it, you enjoyed seeing my ass!" he said, and then added, "And you seemed to always be behind me!"
"That's because you always ran so fast!" I said, punching him in the arm.
"You are doing pretty good now," he said, feigning a sore arm, as he rubbed it.
"Yes, you pushed me a great deal to get me in shape." And then I added, "Not to mention how you got me into good study habits."
"Well, you were a big distraction some of the times." He thought for a minute, and then held up his fingers just a couple of inches apart. "Well, not so big!"
"Asshole!" I said, and laughed.
"Fuck Face!" he responded. We both laughed at this trade of words that had become sort of a trademark for the two of us.
"And you had that terrible melt down in the theatre!" he said. He knew that had been a very sensitive subject for a long time, but now I could joke about it.
"Yeah, but if I hadn't, we would have never met Marshall and Larry," I said, thinking about how much Marshall had helped me get through a very stressful time.
"And that photo modeling you did," Hank said, smiling.
I laughed, "All those times that I was getting hard and trying not to!"
"Sir Everhard!" Hank said.
"Jimmy, in the photo department, really seemed to enjoy that!" I chuckled.
"And Thomas . . . who would have known back then how lucrative knowing him would become!"
"That whole scene in the art studio was amazing!" I said.
"Who would have ever thought, back in that first week I met you, that you would be performing a live sex show in front of a large group of people!" Hank continued.
I blushed, "That still gets to me!" I pointed to my evident boner.
He gripped it and squeezed. "I could sneeze, and you would get hard!"
"Especially if you were naked!" then added, "Which you always were!"
"And you selling underwear on line!"
"And you posting pictures of me on line!" I countered.
He laughed, "It was so crazy at the beginning, when you didn't want me to know, and I wanted to know, and then you wanted to know, and I was doing everything to get you to understand. And all those crazy things we did with the other guys in the dorm."
"Like pissing off of the roof on to Frank!" I said.
"And the security guards?" he reminded me. I laughed, thinking of how we had made some wishes come true.
I leaned back on his shoulder then, and he ran his hand over my chest and arm. "I love you!" he said.
"I love you!" I replied, and snuggled closer to him. It was just so great to be next to him, and to feel his warmth and his love! What a real change in my life!
I dropped off to sleep after that, and felt so secure there in his arms.
I woke up almost in the same position that I fell asleep in. I turned my head and looked at Hank; he was looking at me, smiling. "Did you sleep?" I asked.
"Nope, I was enjoying watching you sleep." Then he laughed, "And as I always say, that drool thing you do is really cute!"
"Asshole!"
"Fuck face!"
He hugged me against him, then said, "Stay here; I'll go get some lunch."
I sat up and looked out across the lake. It was so still, peaceful, and relaxing here. We were going to have to do this more often.
Hank came back with all kinds of things. He had a stick of summer sausage, some cheese, crackers (he had packed them in a Pringles can), a knife, a bottle of water mixed with something, some cream cheese packets, and some more of his fruit leathers.
"Quite the smorgasbord!" I said, as he laid everything out and began slicing up some summer sausage and cheese. "What's this?" I said, holding up the bottle.
"Green Tea; Iced Tea!" he said, smiling. He was getting so health conscious. It was a great lunch; a slice of sausage, cheese, and a couple of crackers went quickly. Hank finished it up by spreading the cream cheese on the fruit leather, then rolling it up. Sort of like a jelly roll.
"Great stuff!" I said, with a mouth full of fruit leather and cream cheese!
He smiled and said, "Leave some for tomorrow!"
After lunch, we took a dip in the lake to cool off. Then Hank led me on a hike along a trail. We hiked naked, with just our boots on, but Hank did have some shorts in the small pack he carried on his back.
After an hour or so, we reached this spectacular view of the lake from a ridge. It was really impressive! Hank had brought my camera, and handed it to me. I was surprised that he had brought it, because it was heavy to carry in the pack.
I had great fun getting some shots at various angles. I took pictures of Hank from the back, looking out over the expanse. It was awesome to see his naked body in this natural setting.
He took some of me, and then I used the time delay and got some pictures of both of us.
On the way back, Hank took a different route and brought us to a meadow; it was unusual to see such a green lush meadow at this time of year. He was playing around in the field; then he dropped his pack, and began running through it. I grabbed my camera and got a shot of him running through the meadow; it showed off his great ass and his back muscles, as they bunched and clinched when he ran!
I laughed, as he frolicked around . . . doing hand stands, cart-wheels, and back flips.
He mashed down a place in the meadow and told me to come on over. It was nice and soft on the meadow grass, and he brought me in close to him and began to kiss me deeply.
I responded in kind, and we made out in the grass for a while, until he became intent on screwing me. It was a long leisurely process that was much more than screwing, and more like a long lovemaking session.
By the time it was over, we were both exhausted. We collapsed down in the grass, and he snuggled onto my shoulder this time, and I got to run my fingers over his chest as his breathing slowed. He drifted off to sleep, and I got to watch him for a while, before I slipped off into a nap myself.
Hank moved in his sleep, and I woke up. I eased myself out from under him, and grabbed the camera and took some pictures of him asleep in the meadow. He looked so amazing, lying there sleeping; and the low angle lighting was making the definition of his muscles even more evident.
I watched him sleep for a while longer, and then realized that the sun was going to go down soon; so I leaned down and kissed him on the lips. "Wakey, wakey, sleepy head," I whispered.
His eyes opened slowly, and then he stretched. "So, was it your turn to watch me sleep?" I nodded, and held up my hand with the camera in it.
"You got pictures of me sleeping?" he said, doing one more stretch, and making weird animal noises as he did. I never knew if it hurt, or felt good, from the sounds he made. He didn't even make those kinds of sounds when we were having sex!
I nodded and showed him the LCD screen, and scrolled through the pictures. "Well, at least I am not drooling in them!"
I laughed. We looked at the other pictures I had taken. "I'd like to go down to the lake right around sunset, and see what I can get shots of," I said.
"Sounds like we need to get back and get some dinner then!" Hank said, standing up. I got up, and he gave me a smack on the ass. "Now get a move on!"
"Or what?" I asked, "You'll ravish me again?"
"I'll ravish you, alright!" he said, giving me another playful smack on the ass.
Back in camp, Hank prepared dinner. This time, he reconstituted some refried beans and taco meat. It smelled great! He shredded some cheese, brought out a sour cream packet, and heated up some tortillas.
It was great a tasting meal, but I had to kid Hank. "Oh, you are serving us beans! You want to play 'stand it'?" He laughed. It was something he said was childish, something he did with his brothers when he was a kid, but that didn't keep him from doing it now and then.
He had made this dessert called Seven Summit Bars, and they were amazing! He also made hot chocolate to go with them. The Bars were made from layers of graham cracker crust, coconut, chocolate and butterscotch chips, walnuts, oatmeal, and evaporated milk. They were very good!
"I think I'll marry you, so you can cook for me every day!" I said.
He laughed and said, "But we'll have to live in a state that permits it!" We had joked about this before.
"And you have to be happy with `backpacking' foods for every meal." Hank could actually cook any meal, and not just backpacking food. We had talked about this before, also.
"It's a good thing your family taught everyone to cook!" I said.
"Yes, my brothers were fought over when they were looking for roommates, because they all could cook so well. And Sally was very happy that Ted could cook. He always tells the story that when they got married, she could only cook three things, and preferred not to cook at all!" Hank was actually very proud of his abilities to cook various types of food.
"Same was true with Nancy and Nick, although Nancy could prepare a variety of Mexican foods."
"And all those different types of foods that you like?" I asked, "How did you get used to so many different types?"
"Well, as you know, my parents like food! And while we were growing up, they took us to all kinds of restaurants, and their friends cooked all kinds of foods; so we were constantly exposed to all sorts and nationalities."
He smiled. "We only had one rule as far as eating went . . . 'You don't have to eat everything on your plate, but you have to taste everything.' And we were surprised that, at times, our tastes changed. I wouldn't like something when I was say 9, but loved it when I was 14."
After dinner, we went down to the lake, and I was able to get some great shots with the low light angle. At one point, I waded out into the lake to get some pics from that angle. Hank kept bugging me about making sure that I didn't drop the camera. Of course, that only made me more nervous!
Then he built up a fire, and we sat around enjoying that. "No scary stories tonight!" I said.
Hank laughed. "Okay, I'll tell you another Indian story." He told the story of how the constellation Cassiopeia came about. It was the story of a magic white buffalo, and how the skin eventually was cast into the sky, and the holes in the hide, where it was stretched out, became the stars in the sky.
He was a very gifted story teller, and made each story enthralling. He said, "My dad taught us all these stories, and we learned to tell them just the way he did."
Hank's dad was an amazing man, from everything I had seen and heard. He definitely filled that void in my life, and he had told me to think of him that way. It was a very emotional time for me when he said that to me.
And the way he passed on information amazed me. Hank had told me how he had given each boy instructions on masturbation and sex, and that he had always been candid and uncensored in his responses to his sons. It seemed that there was nothing they couldn't ask him.
Hank then told his family's favorite G rated joke. It was the story of the wide mouth frog, and I had heard Hank tell it, as well as some of his brothers, along with Ted, Jr.
I enjoyed watching Hank's facial expressions as he told the story, and it always got me rolling on the ground with laughter.
We were in shorts and fleece coats by the time we needed to extinguish the fire. Once again, we settled into the sleeping bags and snuggled up together. Hank asked, "All set for another visit from good 'ole number 33?"
"No!" I said, "And I just realized I have to go to the bathroom!"
Hank laughed, "Just stand outside and let 'er rip!"
"No! I have to take a dump!" I said, to Hank's raucous laughter.
"Do you want me to go with you and hold your hand?" he said, in a whiney mocking voice.
"No, asshole, you can come and hold the light!" I was crawling out of the sleeping bag while Hank laughed. He tossed me the hand trowel and the toilet paper, while finding the flashlight for himself.
While we walked off to find a spot, Hank said, "Remember when you couldn't even pee in front of me? Now you are going to take a dump!"
It still felt strange, especially in this situation, for him to be holding a light on me while I took a dump. In fact, once I had the hole dug, I said, "Just play the light around so I can see what's out there; I don't need a light right now!"
He laughed and ran the lights over the surrounding shrubs, bushes and trees. I could see well enough by the ambient light to figure out what I was doing. When I was finished, and was filling in the hole, Hank played the light over me. "Want me to check to make sure you did a good job back there?"
"Asshole!" I said.
"Yep, that's what I was going to check!" he said.
Back at the camp, I used the disinfectant gel Hank had brought; it smelled like pine trees, and I wondered where he had gotten it.
In the tent, we snuggled together again, when Hank farted and pulled the cover up over my head. "Stand it!" he said, laughing away.
"Fuck! That's stinks!" I said, faking gagging sounds. Hank laughed, and fluffed the sleeping bag again to bring up the smell once more.
"Asshole!" I said, and then thought, "That's what it smells like! Your asshole!"
He was laughing so hard he was crying. "Is that why you are always trying to kiss it?"
After that, we managed to get settled down and drifted off to sleep. I woke first, when I heard the noise. I poked Hank and hissed, "It's number 33; he's back!"
This time, Hank handed me the camera before we went out to watch him lumber through camp, sniffing out the bear box. Hank made no attempt to scare him off this time, but just watched him as he explored around.
When he couldn't find anything to eat, he ambled off into the woods. I had managed to get some pictures of him, though my heart was racing, as I kept thinking of walking around naked with this bear around, and how I would explain it to the forest rangers that would have to come and rescue us after we had been attacked by the bear, assuming I even survived!
Back in the tent, I snuggled up behind Hank and held on tightly. "You going to protect me from the mean old bear?" I said into his ear.
"Well, with you lying with your butt against the side of the tent that way, he may be tempted to come back and give it a poke!" He laughed when I moved up on his butt and pushed him over some more. "Oh, so you don't want to compare me with the bear?" he asked.
"Asshole!" I said. Then I said, "Although he probably is bigger!" I reached down and tweaked his cock.
"Ouch!" he said, but allowed me to move both of us over some.
The next morning, Hank made pancakes with apple syrup that he cooked over the stove. They were really great! He had brought along some already cooked bacon that he had to just heat up. That, along with the coffee, was enough to fill me up.
After breakfast, we sat out on the rock by the lake until it got warm enough for one last swim. Afterward, as we sat on the rock to dry off, Hank said, "I guess things are going to be a bit different this summer and next year, what with our room being on the tour, and me being an RA next year."
I looked at him with a question on my face. "Well, for the tour, we are going to have to have our beds separated. I can't see you explaining to moms and dads why two guys have their beds together." He smiled, and added, "And next year, we can't be quite so visible with our nakedness. We will have to keep a pair of shorts by the door, and not take any nude runs around the campus or on the trails."
I thought and said, "Do you think that there will be freshmen with the same confused, naiveness, and totally fucked up perceptions that I had last year?"
He laughed and said, "I can practically guarantee it!"
I looked at him strangely. "Just think about all the guys we met, and how some of them wanted to just go for it, and others had to be coaxed along, as they discovered themselves along the way. Just think of Drew, who was so confused by his sexuality and his religion, and couldn't reconcile the two."
He thought and said, "Or Blake, who went all stalker on you, and wanted you to be part of his life to the exclusion of all else."
Then I said, "Or Eldon, who had made himself a hermit, all because of the bullies in high school; and that guy is hung!"
Hank laughed, "Or that frat guy, Matt . . . doing all those homoerotic hazing activities, and had never had sex with a man before."
Hank shook his head, "So, yes, I think there will be some freshmen that are as messed up as you were when you arrived."
He thought, "But with me as an RA, and you working orientation, we will be available to guys who have questions, or who are questioning."
After a bit more thought, he said, "We could have sex ed classes in the dorm . . . basic stuff about masturbation being okay, and saying no or saying yes, and when to say which." He laughed, "And we could also teach how to make masturbatory toys for the guys." He had seen a video on how to make a device, similar to a fleshlight, from some stuff you could get anywhere.
"And give them pointers on lubes, and other toys," I added.
"Or tell them where in the library is the best place to jerk off, and which bathrooms to use!" He poked me when he said that, knowing that I would be able to completely present that information!
"And explain to them what the rainbow triangle means on our door, so they can come there for safety, or to ask questions, or just get a hug anytime they wanted," he said.
"Yeah, I can see it now. There is a knock on the door. You answer the door naked, and they rush in, push you to the floor, and start sucking you off!" I said. I could picture Hank strutting down the hall naked to the bathroom, and getting all the guys hot for his body!
"And no nude walking on your hands!" I said. "You make everything just way too accessible that way!" He knew I was really kidding, because I loved moving up on him when he did that, and sucking down his cock, which always caused him to fall over.
We talked and speculated for a little longer, then went back and got everything packed up. I really hated to leave the serenity of this place, despite the visits from number 33.
We hiked out at a leisurely pace, and stayed naked all the way to the car. Just as we were loading our stuff into the back of the pickup, another car pulled up. Two guys got out, and checked us out from head to toe.
"Is this a nudist trail?" they asked, as they began getting their stuff out.
Hank laughed and said, "No, but it certainly is a great way to hike, and we didn't run into anybody that minded either."
I whispered, "Aren't you going to tell them about the fuck brothers?"
He answered back, "Nope, let them figure it out for themselves!" I smiled at that thought.
Just before the guys headed out, they pulled down their shorts and stuffed them into their packs and headed up the trail. I watched their white, untanned asses, as they worked their way up the trail.
"Eyes front," Hank said, as we climbed into the truck. We rode naked most of the way, until the traffic got really bad. Hank had fun with a trucker that drove by and blew his air horn; Hank had gotten hard and stroked for the driver for several miles.
"You sure do know how to entertain people," I said.
Back at the dorms, we took all of our stuff upstairs. Hank cleaned up all the camping equipment, and returned it to the people he had borrowed it from, while I put all the dirty clothes together for the next laundry load, not that they were very dirty since we had been naked most of the time!.
I looked at the bed that we had made from our two beds, and thought about having to sleep in separate beds for the summer. Hank came in and saw my face. He laughed, "I think we should have this room with the two separate beds, but next door, in an "empty" room, we put two beds together. That can be our sleep room, and no one will need to be any the wiser, until the school year starts."
He shrugged and said, "After that, fuck 'em if they don't like it!"
I wondered if we were going to have any really bad homophobes in our dorm next year; we had been lucky this year not to have had any.
I laughed and Hank said, "What?"
"So does this mean that we can streak the quad and go into the fountain?"
He smiled and said, "Well, if everyone's doing it!?!"
I laughed, "My mom used to say, just cause everyone else jumped off a bridge, does that mean you have to!"
Hank laughed and said, "I have heard that line someplace else, as well!"
Then it was time to settle down and get ready for our new roles. It seemed like our new year was going to begin early, with the summer sessions of orientation and RA training.
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