Kyle and Hank - Chapter 92
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Kyle and Hank - Chapter 92
When I woke up, I watched Hank sleep for a bit, until he woke up and smiled at me. "I like looking at you when you're sleeping," I said, and added, "you look so handsome!"
"You don't look so bad yourself. Now, if you could just get over the drooling thing, you would be perfect!" he said, smiling.
"Asshole!" I said.
"Fuckface!" he responded.
"Hey, Hank," I said.
"Yep, little buddy," he said, as he rubbed his eyes.
"I'm just not sure about sex with Ted Jr. It kind of freaks me out to consider doing something with someone so young. And I don't want to be messing with his mind or mine. I had all kinds of strange dreams about it last night, and I'm not so sure that I would feel right doing such a thing."
He asked what kind of dreams, so I told him about the one with Ted and Ted Jr. He laughed, "That would seem kind of awkward. But look, Kyle, the rule here is you don't do something if you don't want to do it." He ruffled my hair and continued, "Do you want me to say something to Ted, or Ted Jr.? Or do you want to talk to them?"
"Ummmm. I think I'll tell Ted Jr. myself. I want to explain why I feel the way I do."
"Good for you!" He tackled me and pulled me back to the bed, then squeezed my morning wood, and when I begged him to stop, he said, "I'll stop when you put that someplace fun!"
I grabbed the lube and applied it to my dick and his ass, while he was laughing and giggling. I lined up on his ass, as he lay on his back with his legs pulled up. I liked this position because I liked seeing his face and being able to kiss him!
Hank moaned as I pushed deep inside of him, and I just smiled and whispered, "Feels good!" Hank likes to get all verbal and noisy when I'm fucking him, and I'm more the quiet type, especially since we were at his parents place! "Shhhh!" I said, as I pushed deep inside of him again.
"What, you don't think everyone is expecting us to have sex in our bedroom?" and then he moaned again.
He clamped down on my dick and all I could moan was "Fuuuucccckkkk!"
"Yep, that's what we are doing!" He pulled me in for a kiss and our tongues played in our mouths as he did.
I tried to keep my mouth over his to keep him quiet as I worked on his ass. But I couldn't get to the rhythm I wanted that way, so I broke the kiss; and, with my own groan, began to speed up in his ass.
He let out a loud, "Fuck me, harder, Kyle!" and I was lost in the lust. So I went for it and began to really pound his ass. It felt so good! And he was obviously loving it!
I felt the wave forming and moving closer to me. I knew it would crash on me at any moment. I tensed up my body as I plunged into his ass and began shooting my loads inside.
"FUUUUCCCCKKKK!" Hank screamed as he shot across his stomach. He had clamped down so tightly on my dick that it was really driving me crazy as I emptied myself into him.
I fell on top of him, panting as he tried to get control of his ragged breathing. "Very nice," I whispered, as I moved to kiss him again. The hot cum was smeared between us as I raised up. "You are a mess!" I said.
He laughed and pushed me off of him, "Race you to the lake!" he said, and went tearing out of the room. I ran after him and, after a couple of seconds, realized where we were and what we were doing. But hell, he did it, so I just followed him to the nearest door and raced him down the beach to the lake.
Only taking a couple of steps in the lake, he did a long shallow dive and went underwater. I followed and was soon swimming to catch up with him. I grabbed his ankle and pulled him under. He came up grappling with me and laughing.
"This water is fucking cold!" I said, as I tried to catch my breath.
"Wakes you right up and gets rid of that very noticeable woody you had!"
"Asshole!" I said, pushing his head underwater.
"Fuckface!" He said, when he surfaced and tried to push me under.
I was swimming back to shore. Fortunately, there were some towels on the deck, so I grabbed one and began drying off and warming up. Hank came up and tried to take my towel, but I made him get his own.
"I guess we have an audience," Hank said, motioning towards the house with his head.
"Oh, shit!" I said, as I looked up and saw Hank's parents, some of his brothers, my mom, and Will.
I finished drying and wrapped the towel around me, just as Ted Jr. came running out in shorts, with a cup of coffee. "Here, Uncle Kyle!"
Hank wrapped his towel around himself and walked into the house, leaving Ted Jr. and me out on the deck.
"You two were pretty wild in the bedroom, Uncle Kyle!" he giggled, as he poked me in the ribs. "When's my turn?"
"Well, Ted Jr., I wanted to talk to you about that." He looked at me very seriously.
"That doesn't sound good," he said, with a frown.
"Hey, Ted Jr., it's all okay. But I just don't feel comfortable having sex with someone your age. I don't want to be giving you some sort of complex about older men, or not letting you learn things on your own."
He started to say something, but I stopped him. I pulled him close to me, "Look, you are a hot dude, Ted Jr., and you have done nothing wrong. It's me. I guess I just have a hang up about doing it with someone so young."
He looked like he might cry, but I continued on. "My background is that people who had sex with kids your age were labeled as perverts, and it was called sexual abuse." I tried to see if I was getting through. "So it's me and not you. I hear you are experimenting with some of your friends, and that is a really good thing. You are all kind of learning together. But I'll bet, because of your family, you are doing most of the teaching!"
He smiled and I continued on. "Your dad, grandfather, and all those uncles really have it together, and I am sure they have given you some really great advice and information."
He wiped his face and asked, "So it's not because I have a dick this big?" and he held out his thumb and forefinger an inch or more apart.
I laughed and he did, as well. "I get it," he said, "My geeky uncle Kyle, has some psychological hang ups that prevent him from having uninhibited sex with under age guys!"
I was taken aback for a moment, until I saw the evil look on his face!
"Asshole!" I said, reaching out to tickle him.
"Fuckface!" he screamed through the giggles. He smiled, gave me a hug, and spent the rest of the weekend calling me "Fuckface," much to the consternation of his mother.
At lunch that day, the whole family was there and I had difficulty sorting everyone out, because it was a buffet and people kept moving around. But Bill and Will came by and squeezed my ass! Mike and Matt were making the rounds of and saying, `hi' to everyone. Harry and his girlfriend were there, along with Nick and Nancy.
Hank's parents, Phil and Martha, were doing their best to entertain my mom, and I think, in someways, keeping her from seeing too much interaction between the brothers, and Hank and me.
After a bit of relaxation following lunch, there was a volleyball game. Bill kept trying to pull down my shorts, much to everyone's amusement. Finally, he managed to get them down to my ankles, and, using Hank's philosophy, I just turned in a complete circle and gyrated my hips! This brought all kinds of cat calls, laughter, and hoots.
I pulled them up while feeling my blush spread over my body. After that, they all thought I was a good sport and left my swim shorts alone.
In the water, after the game, it was another story. I think the goal was to get everyone naked. I managed to get Nick's shorts off after a struggle, and he flung them up onto the beach.
After an hour of horsing around in the lake, we were all exhausted and climbed out of the lake. Every guy was naked and sat on towels for a moment to catch his breath. I enjoyed comparing all of the guys to Hank. You could definitely see the family resemblance!
Finally, it was off to the showers, where the grab ass really began. I think everyone was hard before it was done, except Ted. He seemed to be above the play and just smiled. Like the father he was, he was enjoying watching the "kids" play.
Hank and I grabbed a nap after that, and I enjoyed being curled against his naked body, and he enveloped me from the back.
After the nap, Mike and Matt said they had a special surprise for the guys and called us all downstairs to the big family room. There were pillows, towels, and blankets laid out everywhere.
Mike explained, "Matt took me to this amazing session a couple of weeks ago and I thought it would be great to share it with all of you. The session was entitled `making love to the male penis.'" That got a laugh from everyone.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. But it is all about masturbating a man and making it last. And creating the most amazing orgasm." He smiled as he looked around the room. "This process takes about 40 - 45 minutes."
I heard a groan and Mike said, "Yeah, that's about 44 and a half minutes longer than it normally takes you, Bill!" That brought great laughter.
"Really, it is about stimulating the genitals in other ways than the standard jerking technique. One person will give and one will receive. You will get a chance to do both. This can also be done by a woman for a man, but I thought we would just have the men here."
"I brought a young man, from the school, to `work' (he did quote marks in the air with his fingers) with Ted Jr." Another bout of good natured laughter ensued.
"So if you will all pair up and get undressed." It took a bit for that to happen, but no one seemed to be embarrassed about getting naked in front of all these people. I assumed I was going to be with Hank, but he was looking around the room.
"Hey, you're with me!" I said, and punched his arm.
"Not if you keep punching me!" he said, and then chuckled. "Spoil sport! Don't you want one of my brothers or one of their friends massaging your junk?"
"I am quite happy with you playing with my junk, and me playing with yours!"
Mike introduced Timothy to us. He was the instructor for Mike and Matt's session and was skilled in the training. Ted Jr.'s friend turned out to be a guy about 14 or so, and seemed completely at ease being naked around all these people. He was an athletic looking young man, with a thatch of light brown hair on his head and a heavy bush around his cock.
"Some of you, receiving, may wish to be blindfolded. And those of you giving, keep your focus on the person you are working on. Your receiver can tell when your attention wanders. So no looking at the dude's dick across the room!"
He demonstrated four or five techniques for stimulating the penis. "Cock around the clock, palming, hairy palm, juicer, and the corkscrew." And using your hands to spread the energy up across the body through the abdomen and up to the chest. He taught us a breathing method of in on the beat of the drum,' and then out with a grunt or moan.'
"At the end, I will have you take a very long breath in, and then exhale over several seconds. You will do that twice, and, on the last one, you will draw in a very deep breath, then hold it for a minute while you tighten every muscle in your body. Then you will explosively expel it, and that's when you should be in the midst of your orgasm."
There were chuckles as he continued, "At this point, the givers should remove their hands and just let the receiver bask in the sensations. Leave him alone for about 5 minutes, while he experiences all of the feelings."
I was curious about this experience and Hank agreed to let me be the receiver first. I decided to cover my eyes, after looking around and seeing all the guys laying down and exposing themselves. I knew I would be distracted by what what was going on around me.
I was nervous at the beginning, because I felt so vulnerable with all these other guys seeing me naked and hard . . . not that most of them hadn't already, but this seemed to be a very unique system.
But Hank, following the instructor's directions, used his hands to rub over my entire body, spreading the energy around my body. I began to relax, and it soon seemed as if it was just the two of us.
The rhythm of the drum and the grunts began to become a compelling background to the attention Hank was paying to my dick. It was such a unique experience; I had never had my dick handled this way. It was so different from the typical stroking experience.
Lube had been passed around in little cups, and when Hank did the hairy palm, it almost drove me crazy! He would hold my rigid cock in one hand, while rubbing the palm around and across the head of my dick. He could sense when he was pushing me to the edge, and then he would palm my dick. It lay up along my stomach as he ran his palm, slowly, from the base of my cock, up along the length and onto my stomach and onto my chest.
The breathing was mesmerizing, as he continued bringing me closer and closer each time. Eons of time went by and I didn't know how much longer I could go on. Then Timothy began the really deep breaths, accompanied by the drum.
After that, the final draw of a deep breath, followed by the clenching and tightening of every muscle in my body. Then relax and let the breath out, and, OH FUCK! It just kept going and going and going, and I thought I was going to explode! I was amazed, later, to learn that I hadn't actually shot anything (which he said often happens), but it felt like I had . . . a hundred times, and the waves of climax just kept pulsing through my body!
I was laying there panting as my body was wracked with impossible feelings of pleasure; and that rush, that usually only lasts for several seconds, went on and on! Fuck! Hank had removed his hands and I was just lost in all the sensations in my body.
I heard other moans and groans filter through my oblivion, knowing that others were having their own experiences.
Finally, my heart rate lowered and my breathing steadied. Quietly, Timothy said, "Okay, receivers, time to come back." He paused, "Some of you may experience tingling in your fingers. Some of you may experience something in an hour; some in a week. The intensity, emotions, and experiences will be unique to you and your responses to the session."
That gave me pause, but it had been so intense, I couldn't imagine any additional experiences coming close to this. I wiped my eyes and realized that they were filled with moisture. I removed the t-shirt from my eyes and, as my eyes focused, I saw Hank smiling
"So, it was good?" he asked, with that Vegas lights smile of his.
"Fuck!" I said. "Beyond good!"
He rubbed my chest. Timothy was having people change places. Once everyone was settled, we began again. Timothy walked us through the instructions again, and I enjoyed rubbing my hands over Hank's body. I never got enough of that.
Then I began to focus on his dick and tried to give as good as I had gotten. He, too, had covered his eyes. I did look around the room once, to see Ted Jr. giving the other young man his massage. Timothy reminded us (probably just me!) to focus on our partners, and I went back to Hank.
I could see what was pleasing him, by his reactions. I could tell when I pushed him too close. It was truly an experience to do this to someone, rather than just jerk them off. I bet Hank had never experienced anything like this in all of his sexual exploits.
It was surprising how fast the time passed. I thought I would get tired of the position I sat in, or my hands would get tired, but neither happened. I was really enjoying stimulating him in a new way.
As the time neared for the final set of breaths, I increased my ministration on his dick as he had done for me. I could tell by his moaning and movements that he was really getting into it.
When he tensed his body, it seemed every muscle stood out in high relief, accentuating his amazing athletic body. His legs were bent and his arms outstretched. Later, I would have to ask him if I was in the same position. His climax appeared to be as powerful and as intense as mine. His fingers spread out and went rigid as he experienced his set of sensations.
As I sat back and watched him, I saw the pulse pounding his the artery at his neck, and his chest heaving as he breathed. He, too, didn't shoot, but it was evident from the others around the room that some had. Timothy handed out hand towels for the receivers to clean up, but told the givers to not touch themselves for the full five minutes.
I don't know when Timothy had slipped off his clothes, but he wandered the room as naked as the rest of us. He had a great dusting of hair across his chest, and which lead to a trail down to his crotch.
A couple of months ago I would have been lost in his nudity and his body, but today I admired it openly, and then moved on around the room, looking at the reactions to this batch of receivers.
Ted Jr. was grinning away and his partner was moaning on and on, so he must have given him a good one. It was really amazing that, as Timothy had stressed, this wasn't just jerking off . . . and seeing how fast you could get there (which caused much laughter in the room), but about experiencing the sessions and prolonging the pleasure. It certainly did that. I knew Hank and I would be trying this again.
Hank removed the t-shirt covering his eyes, opened them, blinked a couple of times, grinned, and then said, "That was abso-fucking-lutely a-fucking-mazing!" And I had to laugh at this expressive language!
He sat up and wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tightly, patting me several times on the back while he did this. When he let go, I could see the moisture in his eyes, which caused the same in mine. "Amazingly emotional!"
Timothy laughed, as he overheard that. "So anyone want to share their experience? I just heard `Amazingly emotional.' Anyone else?"
Several raised their hands and shared their experiences, but I was focused on Hank and his reactions and my reactions to him. It certainly had brought us closer together.
It would be during the next week, when Hank woke in the middle of the night crying, that he would explain how it had hit him again, and how much of an impact it had on him.
There was much hugging, laughing and kissing going on as Timothy thanked everyone for their participation. He explained where we could get more training in the experience, and some of his upcoming sessions.
The guys took their time dressing after Timothy and the young man had left the room. I tried to find Ted Jr. to see what his reaction was to the young man leaving, but couldn't find him, as guys moved this way and that.
After dressing, we wandered out onto the porch where everyone grabbed a beer and found a chair to relax in. "That had to me one of the most amazing experiences I have ever had," Ted said.
Hank laughed and said, "You mean not even your wife does it that well?"
Grinning, Ted said, "That's right, and not even as you did when you were home!" That brought out raucous laughter and cat calls and I believe it might have been the first time I had ever seen Hank blush.
But he managed a come back, "Well, then it is yours and my other brothers' fault, because you are the ones that taught me how to do it!" His brothers all nodded their heads and laughed.
The brothers talked with all of us over the next 20 minutes. Then Hank's dad came out and told us it was time to get dinner ready. We moved into the kitchen and jobs were assigned around and we all got busy.
The long set of picnic tables were set up outside on the deck, while salads, condiments, and the other non-hot foods were placed on a trestle along the wall of the house. Hank's dad, and Ted, manned the BBQ, preparing burgers, chicken breasts, and hot dogs, while Bill and Will worked on the beans, sautéed onions, and corn on the cob.
When it was just about ready the women came out and joined us. My mom looked radiant, so I wondered if the women had been treated to some kind of similar session that we had. I learned later that there was a demonstration of vibrators for them, and that made me blush, thinking of my mom using one of those in a room with a group of women. Mom!
It was a great family dinner, with constant talking, chatter, and laughter. The food was delicious, and I could have eaten half a cow by that time. Hank gave me a bad time about my appetite, but he was certainly eating his share of the food.
After dinner, we all helped clear the tables and food. The guys made short work of cleaning up the dishes and the kitchen.
Those that wanted to, took a dip in the lake, and I felt more comfortable now, skinny dipping with the rest of the family. Hank commented that I managed not to get a boner while wandering around naked.
Ted Jr. came over, naked, while drying off from his swim, and asked how I liked the tantric orgasm session. He still managed to surprise me with his frank comments and discussions about sex. "Well, as your uncle said, it was "abso-fucking-lutely a-fucking-mazing".
He laughed and said, "That sounds like Uncle Hank!"
"And you?" I asked.
"I would say the same thing! But add fan-fucking-tastic!"
I smiled and asked, "And the young man that they brought to assist you?"
Chuckling, he said, "He was great. Sort of like the quarterback at the high school!" I was taken aback. Did this mean he had sex with the quarterback of the high school? "It would have been fun to do my dad, but that may have freaked him out too much!" Again, he managed to fuck with my mind.
He watched my expressions for a bit and then said, "Gotcha!" And I wasn't sure which one he was referring to, or both! I would have to ask Hank about it, but he would probably tell me to track down Ted, Jr., and ask him.
After the swim and drying off, they brought out ice cream and stuff to make sundaes. I had never seen so many varieties of toppings and stuff to add to the sundaes. Will passed me by and said, "Hey, leave some for the rest of us . . . and be careful; you don't want to get too wild with all that sugar!" He patted me on the ass.
"I am sure you could figure out some way to work off that extra energy!" I said, proud of myself that I was giving it back to him.
He laughed and said, "Do you want to drop by my room, or do you want me to come to yours?" I blushed and he laughed.
But I managed, "Come over to our room and then Hank can help you!" He roared out a laugh and gave me a good swat on my ass.
"You betcha!"
There was a big bonfire after that and everyone told campfire stories and jokes, until long into the night. By the time Hank and I crawled into bed I was exhausted, and the weekend still had a long way to go.
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