Date: Thu, 16 Nov 2006 05:45:36 -0800 (PST)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kyle and Hank - Chapter 10

I looked at my watch and realized I only had 30 minutes before our first
modeling session.  My heart thumped a bit as I thought about being naked in
front of a bunch of guys and being with a naked Hank.  It was going to be a
fun semester!

I focused back on the lecture talking about our other assignments and then
beginning with the basics of photography -- exposure, shutter speed,
aperture, ASA, etc.  I took notes as this was a topic I really enjoyed and
wanted to know everything.

The end of class came and I packed up my stuff and checked my watch; 15
minutes until we were supposed to begin our first modeling session.  My
heart began thumping again and I licked my lips feeling how dry they had
become.  I found the men's room and took a leak.  I thought of how Hank was
teaching me not to be piss shy and smiled to myself.  I finished up, zipped
up and headed out to the office where we had signed up.  I paced nervously
while I waited for Hank to show up.  My palms were sweating and I felt my
heart racing again.  I took deep breaths trying to calm myself.  I could do
this.  If Hank could, then so could I.  And think about the money I would
make.  I took another deep breath and swallowed.

I looked up to see Hank coming down the hall and smiled.  He was walking
with his typical confidence and swagger.  He was smiling as well.  He
clapped me on the shoulder and said, "Ready, little brother, to show the
world what you've got?"  That didn't help.  He smiled again and said, "You
are going to do fine."  He looked at me in the face and saw my concern.

"Really, you will do great."  He paused and then added, "Want to make a
little bet on how long before you get hard?"

"That's not funny, Hank.  I am scared shitless that I am going to pop a
boner right there in front of all those guys."  I looked him and my fear
must have shown on my face.

"Look just imagine having sex with the oldest ugliest woman you can think
of."  He looked at me, "Who would that be?"

I thought for a moment and smiled, "That would have to be Aunt Edna.  I
think she could peel paint."

"Good, then imagine her naked and you having sex with her."  He laughed
when he saw the look on my face; I had grimaced at the vision I conjured
up.  "Looks like it should work for you."  He clapped me on the shoulder
again and said, "Let's go get ready for the session."

He opened the office door and we entered.  The same guy that had signed us
up was there.  "Great, right on time," he said as he looked up from his
computer screen.  "Okay, use those lockers over there.  Put your clothes
and packs in there and then put on one of those robes," he said pointing to
a rack of thin blue cotton robes.  "Then enter the studio through that
door," he pointed to a door at the back of the office.  He went back to his
computer.

I was not keen on stripping in front of this guy, but then smiled to
myself.  I was going to be naked in front of a bunch of guys in just a few
minutes and here I was worried about stripping in front of one guy.  Hank
didn't seem to have any second thoughts.  He had dropped his pack into the
locker and was removing his clothes and hanging them on hooks inside.  I
quickly followed suit and was soon naked and walking over to the row of
robes.  I looked over to the guy at the desk and thought I caught him
lowering his head as if he had been checking me out.  Paranoid.  That's me.

I tied the robe around me, took a deep breath and then followed Hank
through the door into the studio.

The first thing I noticed after closing the door behind me were the
students.  It was a combination of men and women!  I had thought for some
reason it was only going to be guys.  Why I don't know and why it made a
difference to me, I don't know.  But I was going to be naked in front of a
bunch of women and they were going to see me shaved and oh, shit!  I just
knew I was going to get hard!  I quickly pictured Aunt Edna and the
revulsion rode over me.

The instructor was speaking as I focused back in on reality.  "Today,
class, we have two male models.  I will set them up for the first couple of
shots, but from then on, you can arrange them as you see fit.  We will be
using the grey backdrop and direct lighting to create striking contrasts.
I want you to play with the shadows, the darks and lights.  Focus on the
contrasts."

He took us over to the end of the room in front of a large roll of grey
paper.  It extended from the ceiling out across the floor.  He turned on
some bright lights along one side of the area and then told us to drop our
robes and to step out onto the paper.

This was the moment of truth.  I was shivering a bit and breathing deeply,
trying to relax.  I looked around nervously and saw the students working
with their cameras or chatting and not paying us much attention.  Hank had
hung his robe on a hook at the side of the room and was stepping out onto
the paper.  Man, he looked great.  I watched for a moment and then realized
I needed to take my robe off as well.  My hands shook as I untied the robe
and pulled it off.  I had my back to the class.  I turned and looking down,
slowly walked out onto the paper.

The instructor came over and said, "Did you shave just for the modeling?"

I shook my head, not trusting me voice.

"Well, it is going to work great for this shoot," he said as he patted me
on the ass to get me to move.  He positioned Hank first, back to the class,
legs spread a little more than shoulder width apart and then his hands at
his sides, but extended a bit, fingers splayed.  Then he moved me up behind
Hank, in the exact same position, but offset by about a foot and a half.
The light was to my right and Hank was to my left.  I was casting shadows
across his back side.  It had to be a striking shot.

The instructor had the student take some shots this way and then he had us
tighten our muscles even more making all of our limbs rigid.  More shots
were taken in this position, and then he told us to relax.  He placed my
left hand on Hank's left butt cheek and then had Hank angle himself a bit
and had him put his right hand on my right butt cheek.  I loved the feel of
his ass and his hand on my ass.  More shots.

The instructor then had us turn around and face the class and repeated the
first pose, but with us facing the class.  Hank's crotch was nearly covered
by my hip, but I was now on full display.  I know I blushed, but tried to
maintain position and not think about the 15 people that were now staring
at my naked form.  I had to bring up the image of Aunt Edna naked to keep
myself under control.

The instructor repeated the tense shots and the relaxed shot.  Then he
moved us a bit more apart and repeated the hand touching but this time it
was hand to crotch.  I reached and clutched Hank's cock and balls enjoying
the feeling.  The instructor said, "This isn't a cope a feel time.  Just
put your hand in front of his crotch."  There was a titter from the
students and I blushed again, but I released his cock and balls and just
spread my hand in front of his crotch.  He was doing the same to me.

After these shots, the instructor, asked the first student to position us.
The woman had us face each other and then move in close and had Hank reach
back and put his hands on my butt and then had me move in tight against
Hank and do the same to his ass.  Our cock and balls were now mashed
against each other.  Damn, it felt good.  I felt myself stir and fought to
bring up images of Aunt Edna.  Hank looked me in the eyes and flashed a
smile and whispered, "Be good."  I smiled and tried to focus.

"No smiles.  Just look into the eyes of each other," the woman directed.  I
bit my lip because I thought I was going to bust out laughing.  Several
shots were taken in this position and then the next person took over to
position us.

This guy positioned us so Hank's left leg was going between my legs and was
tight up against my crotch.  The guy reached down and pulled my cock and
balls up and out so they rested on Hank's thigh.  A electric current flowed
through me as he touched me and I had to close my eyes, take a deep breath
and bring up the vision of my Aunt once again as I fought the blush that
rose up my body.

From then on, it seemed like it was once torturous position after another.
All seemed bent on getting me in some position that brought me intimately
close to Hank.

One woman had us lie down and intertwine our legs so that our cocks were
intermeshed and the contrast of his hairy crotch and my naked one were
juxtaposed.

One guy had me on my back with Hank between my legs with his bushy hair
covering my crotch and my hands on the back of his head.  I could feel his
hot breath on my crotch and wondered what he was thinking about with his
face buried in my crotch.  And worse yet, I felt my cock move against his
face and a blush rose once again over me.

Then the positions were reversed and I now had my face in his crotch.  I
loved the scent of his pubic hair and felt his cock against my chin.  I
think I shivered and fought desperately not to react to this partial
fulfillment of one of my fantasies.  I looked at Hank's face as I moved
from that position and he just smiled his regular "isn't this fun, little
brother?" grin.

It seemed like we were there for hours and I couldn't believe how many
times I was touched and positioned and put into close contact with Hank.  I
guess it was about two thirds of the way through the session when I
realized I was leaking precum.  The instructor came over and gave me a
tissue and said in a stern whisper, "Next time masturbate before the
shoot!"  I blushed and was so embarrassed.  I figured I wouldn't be asked
to come back.

But they continued to position us in various configurations until it became
a blur of hands on my cock, Hank's cock, balls, ass and chest.  The final
position was once again on the floor, Hank was on his back and I was on my
stomach and we were head to foot, with me lying across his outstretched
right arm which hit me in the waist.  And my head was crotch lever but off
to his right.  My left arm stretched across his waist.  Once again, I was
just inches from his crotch and I inhaled the musky scent of Hank and
closed my eyes.

"Eyes open and look towards the other guy's crotch.  Be expressionless,
just gazing as his dick, I mean penis," the guy said that was directing us.
Of course, mine was hidden, but I was looking directly into Hank's and
thought I saw it move a bit.

After several shots in this position, the instruction said, "Okay.  That's
it for today."  I got up first and moved over to the robes.  I pulled it on
and it felt strange to now have clothes on after being naked for nearly an
hour in front of these people.  Hank put his robe on and we headed back to
the exit and the instructor followed us into the next room.

"Good work fellows." he said and then turned to me.  "I like the shave job.
I would like to use you guys for a couple of my other classes.  But you
have got to masturbate before you modeling the next time.  That dripping
can be very disconcerting to some of the students.  They are supposed to
focus on you as pieces of art, not real people and seeing that makes them
think of sex instead of photography."  He patted us both on the shoulders
and said to the guy at the computer, "See if you can't schedule these two
for a couple more sessions for my other advanced classes."  He smiled again
at us and then headed back into his room.

I thought to myself that this instructor must have seen dozens if not
hundreds of naked people as models and had probably seen lots of different
things.  To him, we were just another couple of models, nothing unique
about being naked for him.  Hell, I thought, he had probably modeled naked
himself.

Hank had taken off his robe, hung it up and was standing waiting for the
computer guy to tell him when we would be back next.  I felt stupid
standing there in a robe, when Hank wasn't.  So I took off my robe and hung
it up as well.  It did feel different though standing here naked for just
the one guy.  And I was feeling jittery and on edge.  It was difficult to
stand still and I didn't know what to do with my hands.

Finally, he looked up and this time there was no doubt that he was checking
us out from head to toe.  He turned back to his computer, did some typing,
turned to the printer and waiting as a couple of sheets spit out.  "Okay,
here's your schedule for the rest of the week.  Now that Douglas wants you
for his advanced classes, you each have 5 sessions the rest of the week."
He handed us the sheets.  They showed all the times we were scheduled for
the rest of the week. Only the two sessions with Douglas, had Hank and I
together.  The other sessions I would be by myself.  Shit, I hadn't thought
about that!  What was I going to do without his support?

While I was lost in those thoughts, the door to the office and a guy walked
in.  He stopped with the door open in one hand as he saw the two of us
standing there naked.  I felt a wave of panic at some stranger seeing me
naked and having the door open showing me off to the whole world.  I wanted
to put my hands in front of my crotch but managed to restrain myself as he
let the door close.

"Jim," he said, turning to the guy behind the computer, "I was just coming
in to look for some models for my session this evening."  He turned back
and looked at us, looked us up and down and smiled.  "But these two will do
just fine."

He looked at us again and said, "How about it?  I need two guys for a
session tonight at 7 pm for 2 hours.  The rate is $50 an hour."  He looked
at Jim.  Jim was looking from the guy, to us, to his computer.  Hank looked
at me and I didn't know what to say.  Money flashed through my mind.  Would
Hank pay double for this as well?  If so, that was $200 for the evening!
Fuck!  I wanted this.

I was beginning to nod my head when then the guy said after turning back
from Jim, "Yes, I do have to let you know that this is a bit more
non-traditional than most of the modeling in this department.  Does that
bother you?"

Hank was saying, "No," as I was saying, "What do you mean by
non-traditional?"

The guy smiled and looked back and forth between Hank and I.  "Do you guys
know each other?"

Hank answered, "We're roommates."

The guy smiled, "Perfect!"  He looked over at Jim again, who was looking at
me, as if to say, you didn't answer his question.

"Ah, yes, non-traditional modeling.  What I mean, is that while in most of
the modeling you do around here and notice I say most," he smiles again,
"male models are usually flaccid."  He looked at me for understanding.
When I didn't respond, he said, "Soft, not erect, not hard,"

I blushed and managed to say, "I know what flaccid means."

He smiled that charming smile of his, "So for my work, the guys are erect
and there can be some bodily contact between the erect penises."  He said
it rather matter-of-factly, as if it was an every day thing.  It was the
stuff of my imagination!  I couldn't see Hank agreeing to this.  Hank
looked at me to see my reaction and tried to be nonchalant.  I shrugged my
shoulders.

"Any thing else," Hank asked, looking at the guy.

He smiled again, "Well, I guess I should say that almost anything goes.  It
just depends how the chemistry is between the two of you."  That gave me
pause.  Did he really mean anything goes?  And what would Hank think of
that.  I was seeing pictures of a porno shoot in my head.  I had to flash
to Aunt Edna again, because I was going to soon be the opposite of flaccid,
if he kept feeding my fantasies.

Hank looked at me and said, "I am willing if you are.  I know you need the
money and I want to help you with that.  So don't let me stop you.  It is
up to you.  Do you feel comfortable with this?"

Of course, I had no real idea what `this' was other than this guy's vague
descriptions and that we would be hard.  I wanted to do this with Hank, but
I also was having images of this stranger seeing me hard and then wanting
me to have contact with `erect penises.'  I had already had Hank's hard
cock in my hand, but did I want someone else seeing that?  Then the image
of $200 flashed through my mind and that seemed to color everything green.

"Sure," I said, "why not?"

He smiled again, "Name is Thomas, Thomas O'Donnell.  I'll see you here at 7
pm.  Jim, here, can get you on the schedule and get all the forms signed,
etc."  He turned to the door, opened it, then looked over his shoulder, "I
am looking forward to this."  He stood with the door open for a couple of
seconds more as some students walked by, then laughed a bit and left,
closing the door.

"Okay, you guys are just pimping yourself out all over the place!" Jim
said, sounding as if he was miffed.  He typed some more on his computer,
occasionally looking over at us.  I was getting very self-conscious again
about being naked in the office, but Hank hadn't moved yet.  So I stood
there getting fidgety again.

He handed Hank some more paper.  "This is your new schedule, showing
tonight's work on it.  And you need to sign this model release form.  It
states that you are at least 18 and that you are doing this of your own
free will, not being coerced and are being paid for it."  I took the form
from Hank and saw that my name, address, phone numbers, etc had been
filled.  Both my home and dorm addresses and phone numbers.  Damn!  What
was I getting into?

Hank signed his form and then handed me the pen.  I signed mine with a
shaky hand.  I had read about the porn sites having some sort of 18 year
old mandatory age and keeping records and wondered again, what we were
getting into.  Jim took the forms and then stapled them and went back to
his computer.  Hank turned then and went to the lockers and began to dress.
I quickly followed suit.  In fact, I beat him dressed.  I picked up my pack
and put it on as I watched Hank finish dressing.  He got his pack on and
said to Jim as we left, "Thanks for the assistance.  We appreciate it."

Jim's eyes never left his computer, "umm, hmm," he said and waved us on.

Outside, I said breathlessly, "Hank, I am really on edge.  I can hear my
heart pounding in my ears.  That was so fucking wild.  I feel so wired and
I don't know why."

He laughed, "I think it would be called `sexual tension.'  That was pretty
intense for a first time.  From what I understand, you are usually by
yourself and it is just shots of form in various positions.  This was
definitely more than that."

He put his arm on my shoulder and said, "Are you okay with this little
brother.  I mean, I thought you did great!  And I know you want the money,
but I want to make sure you are okay with this."  He smiled and then added,
"And look at it this way, you get to jerk off before every session!"  He
laughed and I went red!  "No really, are you okay with this?"  He seemed to
be seriously asking me my opinion.

That was difficult.  I had been bothered by the whole being on display
aspect, but that same aspect seemed to turn me on and the contact with Hank
had been wonderful.  And I did want the money.  But it seemed like I wanted
more contact with Hank, more than anything else.  I swallowed and managed
to get out, "Yes," and nodded, convincing myself.

Then I had a funny image in my head and added, "And next time I am home, I
am going to have to take Aunt Edna a box of candy.  She sure saved me today
and I feel bad about subjecting her to deviant sexual images."  Hank bust
out laughing at that and I joined in at the thought of Aunt Edna naked with
a box of candy.

We headed back to the dorm, stripped and put away our school stuff.  I sat
at my computer and Hank at his.  Soon he was saying, "Good news!  We have
more orders for you soiled underwear!  And guys are bidding higher and
asking for more photos of you "soiling' your underwear."  I blushed and
felt my cock stir.

"We are going to have to go visit your friend in the fitting room, to get
some more supplies!"  He chuckled and my cock stirred again at the thought
of what I had done in that dressing room.  He had turned and was looking at
me, I saw as I turned to look at the computer page he was on.  There was a
shot of me, even though my face wasn't visible, showing hard in my tighty
whities.  I blushed again and lowered my eyes.

"I'd say let's take some more pictures right now, but I don't know what
kind of pictures this O'Donnell guys is going to take of you tonight."  He
looked at me in the face, "And I don't want to diminish your sexual
tension."  He smiled as he said that.

Then I replayed what he had said, "What do you mean `you,' don't you mean
us?"  The look of concern clear on my face.

He laughed and turned around in his chair facing me, "I am just giving you
a bad time.  Of course, I mean, us."  I had a mental image of him staging
the whole thing to get me to do something stupid or strange or worse while
someone took pictures and then post the pictures around campus.  I knew I
trusted him, but that old paranoia and years of being set-up by guys just
was hard to overcome.

I turned my chair around until we are almost knee to knee, "Hank, I have a
question."

He saw the serious look on my face and said, "Sure, little brother, I have
always said you can ask me anything."

I swallowed and tried to figure out how to ask this.  "Hank, when you were
with your friends in high school," I paused,.

"Yes," he coaxed.

"I mean, you said you jerked each other off.  Did you ever," I paused again
and looked at his face, was I going to cross a bridge that I was going to
regret.

"Did we ever what?" he was not going to fill in the missing information.
He was going to make me ask the question.

"Did you ever, I mean, did any of the guys ever," I paused again, not
knowing how to phrase this without sounding totally gay or offended by the
question.

"What?  Just ask!" Hank said smiling.  Did he already know the question and
was just teasing me or was just smiling and my struggle and awkwardness.

"Did any of the guys ever give you a blow job?"  I managed to get it out in
one swift rush of air and words.

He laughed, reached over and rubbed my head as he would he if was ruffling
it.  He laughed again and looked at me.

"Well,' I said.  Now that I had gotten the question out, I couldn't wait to
get the answer.

"Kyle, little brother," he smiled and then continued, "these are things
that guys do when they are teenagers and when they are together.  It is all
part of the dares and exploration that goes on.  Every guy is saying he is
getting laid from the age of 12 when in truth most are still virgins at 15
or 16.  So getting a mouth around your cock is a wonderful feeling, and it
doesn't matter if it is a guy or a girl that is doing it.

"And then there is always the line that `only guys know what would feel
good on their cock' and stuff.  It is all part of rationalizing what they
are doing.  All guys do this at some time or another.  It is part growing
up as a teenager.  Some guy does it to you, so you have to do it to them.
Every guy does it."  He looked at me and saw the wonder in my eyes.

"It usually starts with a dare.  Something like, `I dare you to take my
cock in your mouth,' There is no sexual connotation to begin with, it is
just will you do it or not.  And if one guy does it, then the dares go out
to get the others to try it."

I try to digest this.  My cock is responding to the image of someone having
his mouth around Hank's cock and then I try to picture Hank with his mouth
around some guy's cock and it is not easy to imagine.

"Did you ever let some guy put his cock in your mouth?"  It came out all in
a rush again and then I held my breath for the answer.

He just laughed and said, "I just said EVERYONE did it, didn't I."  he
smiled again, "It was just part of being with the guys."  He saw the
questioning look on my face.  "Hey, it's no big deal.  Most guy's grow out
of it, when they start screwing around with girls."  What did he mean by
most guys?

I couldn't ask the next question that I wanted to.  I didn't want to hear
the no.  But I did think of another one that I wanted ask.  "Hank, did you
ever.  I mean, did the guys ever shoot when some guy had their mouth on
their cocks?"  I looked down again and fought the blush that was rising.

My cock was hard and eager to hear his answer.  The thought of Hank
shooting off in some guy's mouth, got me going.  I wanted it to be me.

He smiled broadly and then said, "You remember your hair trigger.  Think
about that."  He chuckled.  "Some guy puts his hot warm mouth over your
virgin cock, how long do you think you would last before you shot your
load?"  He was always answering questions with other questions.

I blushed and laughed.  "Not long," I could see myself lowering my mouth
over his eager cock and knew I wouldn't last long just with his cock in my
mouth.

"So is this something you want to try as part of your education?"  He
looked at me with a serious face.  I could only nod.  He smiled and said,
"You want it all, huh?  The whole enchilada so to speak!"  He laughed at
his own joke.

I could only nod and look down, which brought my raging cock into view.
Would he do that to me?  I looked up and he was pointing at my hard cock.
"Looks like you are eager to give it a try!"  He chuckled again, I couldn't
tell if he was joking or ready to just do it.  I nodded and forced myself
not to look down.

He laughed and reached over and rubbed my head again, "Well, normally, I
would say let's do it, but we better save it for tonight's photo shoot.  I
am wondering what this guy has in mind.  He made it sound like there could
be some intense scenes."

He clapped me on the shoulder again and said, "So what do you say, we table
that piece of the training until tomorrow?"  He looked down at my condition
and added, "And normally, I would just say go for it and rub one off, but
again, I think you need to be at your sexual peak for this evening's photo
shoot.  So you either need to take a cold shower or start thinking about
your Aunt Edna again!" he laughed and rubbed my head again.

Then unexpectedly, he reached down and tapped the head of my dick with his
hand and said, "And you will just have to wait for your first hot mouth!"
He laughed again and I thought I was going to lose it right there.  Was he
saying he was going to give me a blow job?  Fuck!  My head was spinning.

He turned back around and went back to his computer.  I saw him typing away
on the site with the underwear.  I was wondering what he was typing and
what it said about me or my underwear.

My cell phone rang, I answered it and it was my Mom.  She was asking all
about school and my roommate and I felt incredibly strange sitting there
naked and initially hard talking to my mother.  I went soft quickly,
thought of my mother seeing me in this condition, as if she could see
through the phone.  Hank kept typing on his computer, I guess pretending he
wasn't hearing me saying, "He's fine. <pause> Hank.  Hank Thomas.  Tucson,
Arizona."  I head a chuckle behind me and I blushed.  "Yes, he is a nice
guy.  No, Mom, no drinking.  No, Mom, no drugs.  Mom!  No, no girls in the
room.  Mom!"  He was definitely chuckling now.

"Photography.  Yes, Mom, he is a good instructor.  Yes, Mom, I will.  Yes,
Mom, I did.  Yes, Mom, I am."  I hated getting the parents 20 questions.  I
had been warned during orientation.  "Yes, Mom.  I love you.  Yes, next
week, Mom."  I hung up the phone.

"Girlfriend?" Hank asked, still chuckling.

"No, it was my Moth...," he was laughing.

"I know it was your Mother, little brother.  I could, like, tell.  I mean,
duh!" he was doing a valley girl impersonation now and I had to chuckle.

"I have to go see Todd about the poker game on Friday.  How about we call
out for dinner and have it delivered?  We can celebrate your new found
success at making money."  He got up and put his hands on my shoulders.
Damn, that felt good!  "I have the menu up on my computer.  In about 20
minutes, why don't you call in the order.  My treat, just use the money on
the top of my dresser."  He clapped my shoulder with his right hand.  "I
should be back by the time it gets here.  You get some work done, relax,
whatever."  He patted my shoulder one more time then headed over to the
closet to slip on shorts and a t-shirt.  He didn't bother with boxers.
Then his slippers and he was out the door.  I wondered why he hadn't worn
his boxers.  Was he going to go see Todd and get naked with him?  And then
what would they do?  I shook my head, trying to get the image out.  There
was nothing Hank had done that even suggested he would do something like
that, so why was I thinking it?  Just my engrained pessimism and distrust
of guys in general.  I had to get over that and Hank seemed to be trying to
help me with it.

I thought about the photo shoot and the position that had my face over
Hank's crotch and his smells.  Damn, he smelled good.  I felt myself
growing again.  Images from the photo shoot kept flashing through my mind.
I had an idea.  I got up and moved to his computer.  I saw the menu from
the healthy Chinese food restaurant on the screen.  I smiled, he was
keeping me on the healthy foods alright!

I minimized the screen and went to his porn folder.  I had only gotten
through a few pictures.  I clicked on one of the pictures, opening it up in
a viewer.  This way I could cycle through the pictures at full screen size.
It was a picture of Hank naked (of course) outside with his arms
outstretched over his head and a big grin on his face.  His cock was soft,
but I still enjoyed the picture of him.  All his muscles were shown by the
lighting and they looked so natural and defined.  Not like a weight lifter,
but like a quarter back.  His jet black hair looked wet as it hung around
his face and the hair pattern that covered his chest looked like feathers
on the backs of the wings of bird, they all lined up perfectly and angled
down and out from the mid-line of his pecs.  Then they trailed down from
his chest to this navel in the same pattern, hairs angling down and out.
They were straight, black and about an inch and a half long or so.

At his navel, they made a whorl around it and then again kept the pattern
up to his crotch.  Here there wasn't so much the pattern as way the hair
was so straight and lay down around his cock and balls.  My cock ached as I
continued past the white of his suit tan line to the tan of his legs, which
matched the tan on his upper body.  The hair on his legs matched that on
his arms in that it again all went in the same direction and seemed to flow
from the inside down and towards the outside.

He had a big smile on his face that had his usual five o'clock shadow.  His
blue eyes shone almost sparkling in the low angled sunlight.  Damn, he was
great to look at!

I clicked on to the next photo and it was unmistakably Hank's ass, the same
hair pattern spreading in towards his crack.  He appeared to be fucking a
girl.  I mean her breasts were visible from the sides and he was laying
pubes to pubes with her.  The photo made me sick.  I didn't want to think
of Hank with anyone else, especially a girl.  I realized my fantasy was
that he would want to do that to me and that I would be his, his, his
boyfriend?  Lover?  I didn't know, but I kept thinking we would be together
all the time.

Him being off with Todd came back to mind and I wondered again what they
were doing and I wondered about this poker game.  I had no clue about the
game and felt I was going to make an ass out of myself.  It was just 2
nights away!  Shit, what was I going to do?  He would probably be
embarrassed by his dumb roommate and not want me around.  I had to figure
out about the game, so I could at least seem like I knew what I was doing.

I had clicked to the next picture, getting away from the image of Hank and
the girl and there was a picture of Hank and another guy, both naked, both
hard and outside.  The guy looked like another quarter back, all buff,
defined and studly.  He had just a little hair on his chest, but it was a
rust color and the hair on his head and crotch matched.  I loved the way
the freckles played across his shoulders and down his stomach.  They looked
like best buds.  How could I hope to compete for Hank's friendship, if he
had friends like this guy?

I looked at the time and flipped back to the menu.  I browsed through it,
picked up the phone and called in an order of stuff I thought Hank would
like, really not caring at this point.  I was feeling down now.  I finished
the order and flipped back to the pictures.

I clicked to advance to the next one and came to one of Hank from the back,
bent over like he was the center on a football line.  He was looking back
through his legs, with a smile on his face.  His crack was spread wide from
the stance and the dark line of hair that filled his cracked seemed to be
an arrow pointing down to the swollen balls and stiff cock that showed
between his legs.  Damn!  What a sight!  I just wanted to bury my nose in
his crack and inhale!

The next pictures was Hank in a pushup position on a beach, it appeared,
naked, hard, with his cock pointing up.  He was smiling looking at the
camera.  He was wearing a baseball hat.  The muscles of his ass were tense
as he held him up in the position.

The next slide showed another guy. This one had the same light brown hair
that I did and not much hair like me, but he was of the same fitness as the
other guys, that wholesome jock quarterback look.  Something I had felt I
could never achieve, but wanted to look like.  My swimmers build was okay,
but it just didn't knock my socks off.

The next one was of Hank on another girl.  Damn, I hated that!  I flash to
the next one and seethe a bit at the thought of Hank with a girl.  He was
mine!  He was my roommate!  He was my big brother!  He slept in my bed with
me!  He was naked with me!  He was mine!  I was getting emotional over the
whole thing!  Shit!

There was a knock on the door.  Hank had forgotten his keys!  And I was
hard, but fuck it.  He had seen me hard before.  Maybe he would want me if
he saw me hard and naked!

"So you forgot your keys?" and I flung the door open and there stood the
Chinese delivery guy!  Oh shit!  The look on his face as he looked me up
and down and his mouth was wide open and his eyes were wide as he took in
my hard cock.  I was shocked and startled and humiliated and turned on and
wild and crazy.

I stood there making fish mouths for a moment, then walked over and got the
money off of the dresser and handed it to him.  He started to make change,
fumbling in his fanny pack while still looking at me.  I said, "Forget it.
Keep the change.  It's your tip."  I looked at him and he was looking at my
cock and I thought about the double entendre.  He got his tip and saw my
tip!  Shit!  What was going on in my life?  I took the bag, closed the door
and sat the bag on Hank's desk and then went back to my own desk.

I brought up my porn and looked at guys doing all kinds of things with
other guys and wondered if I would ever get to any of those things with
Hank.


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and opinions and for the guys that send in photo of what they think the
guys look like.  And to my proof readers -- Jere, Kile and Jared.  It makes
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harry