(the guys from On the Fence - a high school story appear in this chapter - so if you want to read that first before this one, you can :o)
The work began with a bang and kept us very busy. I had to learn a great deal about the college that I didn't know, as well as how to promote the college and answer any strange questions that might come up from students, such as Is it true that freshmen have to streak the quad before the end of the first semester?' and from parents, Is it safe for my son to bring his laptop to school and keep it in his dorm room?'
Hank said that the RA sessions were just as rigorous . . . learning all the rules and regulations, as well as how to handle all the possible scenarios that might pop-up . . . drunk students, students who might get very sick, students who get homesick, students' parents that want to monitor them through the RA, sexual assaults, etc.
Hank did like that the RAs had a rainbow triangle on their doors in the dorm and office, signifying a safe place for LGBT students who felt threatened, or wanted someone to talk to. I kidded Hank that he would be happy to work with any of the gay students and `straighten' them out. He punched me.
We had received e-mails from a guy named Wes, who's friend's name was Ted, and he was going to be in the first group of students in for orientation. Wes had been through a rough time at the beginning of his high school year, being raped by some bullies; but he had been doing great now, and had a friend (don't know if they were partners) who was going to go to school here, and they wanted to be roommates. Hank and I were trying to get them placed in our dorm.
Wes sounded like a great guy, and he had told me about his two dads, and I was eager to meet them. So I looked for them in the first batch of parents and students, as we greeted all of them on the first afternoon. I didn't have to work very hard, because Wes came bounding up to me, stuck out his hand and said, "Hi! I'm Wes, and this is Ted!" he said enthusiastically, pushing Ted forward.
I thought they looked young and cute. Did I look like that just last year? But these two were all smiles, and didn't seem to have any of the insecurities that I had before my freshman year. Wes introduced me to his two dads, Mark and Taylor, and didn't seem the least concerned that anyone should hear him calling them his two dads.
Wes was bubbling on about Hank and me. "These are the guys you had me contact! They are so amazing! They have sex on the roof of their dorm, and they have done all these weird photo shoots, and Kyle is an amazing photographer. He had a melt down, though, in the local theater." He looked at me and then went on, "Where's Hank? I want to introduce him to my dads and to Ted!"
I was blushing! And I thought I had gotten over that, but the way Wes was going on about my sex life in front of his dads, Ted, and Ted's parents, was a bit embarrassing.
Wes' Dad, Mark, said, "I think you are a bit over zealous, Wes." And then everyone laughed at Wes, because he was blushing.
"Sorry," he said, "but I was just so excited to finally meet Kyle!"
Mark laughed and tousled Wes' hair, but before Mark said anything, I said, "It's okay; I am glad to finally meet you, as well . . . and your dads, and Ted and his parents. I hope you enjoy the orientation time, and all of the sessions we have planned for both students and parents." I was looking at Mark and Taylor and, `man, were they hot looking!' Taylor had that movie star charisma that drew people to him like a magnet.
Ted's parents were trying to be warm and forthcoming, but I could tell they were in the same mode my mom was when I first came out. They wanted to be the super supportive parents, and would tend to go over board. Ted's mother said, "So do you think the boys," both Wes and Ted cringed at the word, "will be able to share a room?" She blushed, "I mean be roommates?"
Mark was trying to hide his smile at her embarrassment. "Hank and I are hoping they can be in our dorm, and, yes, they will probably be able to share a room. We try to pair up people that have a request for a roommate."
Ted put his arm around Wes and squeezed. "See, it's going to be awesome!"
Wes leaned in to me and said, "Will there still be the wild things going on in your room and on the roof?"
I laughed and whispered back, "Well, I can't say about our room, but the roof top escapades will probably not include us this year, as Hank is going to be an RA."
"So the asshole, Fred, is going to be gone?" Wes asked, in a louder voice. Mark held out his hand to Wes, and Wes frowned, reached in his pocket, and pulled out a buck and put it in Mark's hand. "Sheesh! I'll be glad when I get here and not have a swear jar!"
We all laughed. Taylor patted Wes on the shoulder and said, "Just because you are going to be away at college doesn't mean you can forget your manners. I am sure that Kyle was taught manners, and that he didn't lose them when he came to college."
Wes laughed and said, "Well, he lost something else when he came to college!" Wes was really an extrovert! I wouldn't have expected that from someone who had been through what he had been through . . . must have amazing dads. Everyone seemed to let the comment slide, or didn't understand the innuendo.
"Okay, so go over to that table to check in. They will assign you to your rooms for your stay here. Parents are in one dorm, and the students in another. Your meals will be in the dorm cafeteria. There is a group meeting at 3 pm, where they will review the agenda and let you know what all is planned for you."
Wes and Ted looked like they would jump out of their skins with excitement at the thought of staying in a dorm and having a room together. I smiled to myself, imagining all the things they would be doing in that room.
After that, the number of students and parents became a blur as they arrived on campus. I received a text from Hank asking how things were going, and telling me that he would be done with his sessions by five. I didn't think I would get to see him at that time, as I had sessions with the students and parents that went on until late.
At the afternoon session, the dean of students spoke, and introduced some of the other staff. The group was given their agendas. There would be sessions and activities for students, parents, and for both. There would be a talent show that the parents had to participate in tomorrow night, so they would have to have rehearsal times. I had heard that this would be hilarious to see.
Everyone was dismissed for dinner in the cafeteria. Hank joined me and we went to sit at a table, but heard someone shout, "Kyle!" I looked and there were Wes, Ted, and parents at a table, and Wes was standing, waving at us.
Hank was all smiles, as he was introduced to everyone. Wes and Ted were all excited about the activities planned for the students, and said they loved the dorm room.
Mark asked if the food we were having was typical of the food that would be served throughout the year. Hank and I looked at each other, and Mark said, "What?"
"Well, they do put on a bit more when the parents are here, but, really, after you have had the food for a month or so, it all begins to become monotonous," Hank said.
I jumped in with my orientation spiel that we had learned, "But they have special events throughout the year that bring in some themed menus and different types of food."
Taylor looked between Hank and I and said, "That sounds a bit rehearsed."
I blushed and said, "Well, yeah, but the food is actually pretty good; and yes, it does get repetitive at times, but they really do try to spice it up now and then."
Hank nodded around a mouthful of food, and when he finished chewing, he said, "And there are a lot of local places that deliver food to the dorm, as well, that is not too expensive; and there are a lot of different kinds, besides the typical wings and pizza. You can get all kinds of ethnic foods . . . Chinese, Japanese, Italian, BBQ, and a bunch more. There are flyers all over the bulletin boards in the dorms." I thought he had recovered quickly on that, and had gotten into his RA mode quite well. Ted asked, "Is it true that all freshmen have to streak the quad?"
Hank laughed and answered, in his official voice, "The school does not sanction such actions," but then he leaned in, and whispered, "But it has been known to happen."
Ted's mom said, "Oh, my!" Ted's dad laughed. Mark and Taylor just smiled, as if remembering some of their own college pranks.
Wes said, "My dad was pretty much a hermit his first year of college, until my other dad, Taylor, put a crack in his shell and got him to come out of it." He smiled at his dad, and continued on, "And then I think he became quite a wild guy, according to my dad." He looked at Taylor, and then at Mark, with a big smile on his face.
"Yes," Taylor stated, "Mark did some of his own streaking while in college!"
"Taylor! You don't have to go telling all of our stories in front of these people, and especially Wes and Ted. You might give them some ideas!" But Mark was smiling through it all.
Wes had written me about how open his dads were, and how nothing was off the table if he wanted to talk about it. They had even told him that they expected he would experiment with guys, and that they were quite fine with it happening in their home.
Hank asked Ted's parents how they met, just to give equal time. "We were high school sweethearts," Ted's mom said.
"Yes, she chased me all over school until I said, yes, I would take her to our senior year homecoming dance!" She punched him, and everyone laughed.
To change the subject, she asked, "Can the boys decorate their room any way they want?"
Hank took the question. "There are some guidelines on what, and how, things are attached to the walls and doors, but, basically, yes."
"Oh, wonderful!" she said, and looked at Ted. "I have some great ideas for your room!"
Hank laughed, "Let me guess . . . something with rainbows?"
"Why yes. How did you know?" She looked stunned.
Hank looked at me and then said, "Because when Kyle came out to his mom, she kind of went overboard redecorating his room at home, and it was filled with rainbows, purples, and all kinds of `gay' apparel!"
She looked from Ted to Wes, and then said, "Oh, my!" She blushed a bit, and said, "I was just trying to be . . ."
"Supportive!" came the chorus from Hank, Wes, Ted, and myself. I think that Mark and Taylor were about to join in as well. We all laughed, and took some of the sting away from the comment.
"Look, as we told Kyle's mom, they are still who they were before they came out. If their room was purple before, then, Prince, look out!" Hank said, with a bit of a flourish of his wrist. "But if it was browns and greens and basketball and baseball, then it is probably going to stay something similar."
Wes wanted in on the act, "So does that mean I can have pictures of naked men on the walls of my room?" Ted's mom's mouth made a big `O'.
"Just kidding!" Wes said.
"Well, Kyle has some pretty wild photos that are of him, and that he has taken, but they aren't on the walls." He paused, and then said, "Yet!"
"Asshole!" I said, and then realized where I was. "Sorry! Guess I owe a buck for your swear jar, Mark."
Mark laughed and said, "I think you are old enough to monitor yourself."
After dinner, the parents headed off to their session. Wes and Ted didn't have anything for half an hour, so they asked if they could see our room.
We took them to our real room, with the one bed. "Can we do our room that way?" Ted asked.
"If you are roommates, then sure," Hank said.
"So this is where you did all of your exploring and experimenting?" Wes asked.
Hank smiled and said, "You could say that." And then he asked, "And where did you two do yours?"
Ted blushed, but Wes said, "At my house. My dads were cool with it. They said they didn't care if I was gay or straight, but they said they preferred that I experiment at home, rather than the back seat of a car or in a park somewhere."
"Do people still make out in cars?" Hank asked. "Sounds like you have cool dads. How was it growing up with two dads? Did you get a lot of grief and harassment growing up?"
"Oh, they just adopted me about a year ago," Wes said, all smiles. He had shared this with me, but I must not have let Hank read that e-mail, or maybe Hank was just trying to get Wes to talk about his family instead of sex.
"Can we see some of your pictures?" Ted asked. Hank got out the albums he had made for me, and let the guys go through them. They saw the ones from Thomas' shoot, and their mouths dropped open.
"This is hot! Almost like looking at porn, but you are in them, and you are right here!"
Hank laughed, and told them about the art exhibit that we did where we had sex in front of everyone. Ted's pants were beginning to bulge, as Hank laid out the whole scene with vivid HD detail.
"Oh, fuck!" Ted said, adjusting his crotch. "I can't imagine doing that!"
"Well, it wasn't something Kyle would have done when he first started working as a model for the photography classes."
Ted shook his head, as if to clear the images that were clogging up his brain. "Is it true that you guys can walk on your hands?" I guess he wanted to change the subject.
"Hank is amazing at it!" I exclaimed. "He can go up and down the stairs, and do it for hours!"
"You aren't so shabby yourself!" he said.
He leaned over and stood on his hands. "Care to join me?" he said. So I leaned over and joined him.
Our t-shirts fell down around our faces, so we didn't get to see the fact that Ted and Wes were probably gawking at our upper bodies. "Wow! That's amazing!" Ted said.
I came back upright, and Hank did a couple of one handed jumps, and then stood up. "You guys are really fit!" Wes said.
"Hank pushed me very hard," I said, and Hank interrupted me, "Very HARD!" he said, with a wink.
"Asshole!"
"Fuckface!"
"Really, he got me in shape . . . got me into a routine of eating right, exercising, and a good study system."
Hank smiled again, "Lots of exercise," he said, making quotes around the exercise. Ted and Wes laughed.
"Do you think you can get us on the same type of regimen?" Wes asked. I gave him high marks for using the word `regimen.'
"Let's see how the semester starts out,"Hank said. "I will have new duties as an RA, so I have to figure out what our schedule is going to be." He looked at me and then said, "But we can probably work something out."
"But no naked runs on the trails!" I said, smiling, remembering our morning runs from last year.
"Yeah, probably not, now that I am going to be an RA." He smiled, looking at the expressions on Wes and Ted's faces.
"But if you guys figure out the route, there is nothing wrong with you doing it on your own; just don't get caught, and I will never acknowledge that I told you that you could!"
Hank thought for a moment, and then started pulling off his clothes. "We shouldn't stray from our routine, just because we have guests; we never have before. Wes' eyes got big, and he elbowed Ted, as, first Hank, and then I removed our clothes.
The way they ogled us made me more self conscious than any of my modeling for photo shoots. But I didn't throw a rod; I had gotten better about that.
"You guys are hot!" Ted said, taking us in from head to toe. Wes was doing the same, over and over, and the bulges in their shorts grew.
"And you really go around naked all the time in your room?"
Hank laughed and said, "And sometimes outside our rooms!"
"He is known to walk up and down the halls, to and from the bathroom, with his towel on his shoulder," I said.
"It is going to be great living here!" Wes said, and then leaned into Ted and whispered in his ear.
Ted blushed and said, "Yeah!"
"We're going to go to our room and, ah, get ready for tonight's meeting!" Wes said.
"I'll bet you'll have fun getting ready!" Hank said, and clapped them on the back as they practically ran out of the room.
Hank laughed after they left. "Those two are very horny dudes!" he said. "Remember when you were like that?"
"When?" I said. "I'll show you when!" I moved over and ran my hands over his chest and stomach, ending by encircling his dick and balls.
"Nice!" he said, and then added, "Do you remember what to do with those?"
I knelt down and took his dick into my mouth, and then removed it and said, "You mean this?"
"Yeah!" he said. He sat down on the bed and spread his legs, offering me complete access to his crotch.
I moved up and went to work. Nothing better than sucking on Hank's dick! Unless it was having it up my ass!
Things kind of got lost in the rush of lust, and we were almost late for my evening meeting with the parents. It was going to be a wild summer!
Many thanks to all of the guys who wrote me and prodded me along to get another chapter out. Comments and suggestions are always welcome - harryrod575@yahoo.com
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harry