Date: Tue, 24 May 2011 09:11:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kyle and Hank - Chapter 82

Just a reminder - Kyle and Hank live in a world where practices of safe sex
is not needed, but we don't live there.  So play safe!!

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I woke up in a tangle of arms, limbs, and sheets.  My mouth tasted
terrible, and my head hurt a bit.  Hank untangled himself and looked at me.
Then he laughed and said, "I hope I don't feel as bad as you look!"

"Asshole!" I mumbled.

"A bit too much wine, little brother?" he said, ruffling my hair.

"I guess so," I said, not sure what caused the headache.

He leaned in to kiss me, and I held my hand up in front of my
face. "Believe me, you don't want to taste this!"  I said, as I pushed him
away.

He got up, opened the bedroom door, and started across the hall.  "Hank!" I
hissed.

He looked back in the room and said, "What?"

"You're naked!" I hissed again.

He laughed, "Well, at least we can tell your ability to see is not
impaired."

"Put something on!  My mom is liable to be in the hall!" I hissed again.

He came back into the bedroom, leaned in close to me, and said, "She saw
both of us naked last night, and said, 'Nice asses, boys!' So I think she
has kind of already seen all there is to see."

"What the f..." I said.

"You must have been out of it last night, because we went across the hall
naked to use the bathroom before going to bed.  I was surprised you were so
open about it; but hey, it's your house."

"My mother's house," I said, trying to remember last night.  "I don't
remember that.  Are you sure it wasn't a dream?"

"Well, you can ask her at breakfast.  But right now, I have to go pee!"

He went back out the door, and, as the bathroom door was closing, I heard
"Morning, mom."

'Oh shit!' I thought.  I got up, and scrambled through the discarded
clothes, trying to find a pair of boxers.  I managed to get them on without
falling on the floor, and rubbed my head, and headed across to the
bathroom.

The door was locked.  "Open up!" I hissed through the door.  I seemed to be
doing a lot of hissing this morning.

"Take off your boxers, and I will," I heard Hank say, in a quiet voice.

"Asshole!" I hissed.

"Now, now, remember where we are, Fred!" he shot back.

So I tried to fool him.  "Okay, they are off," I said, "Now open up!"

I heard the lock turn.  He opened the door a crack, looked at me, and then
closed the door.  "Take them off," he said.

'Fuck it,' I thought.  I pushed them down and knocked again.  "Okay, let me
in."

He opened the door, checked, then opened the door all the way, and said
loudly, "Kyle, you are sporting morning wood!  What would your mother say?"

Then I heard, "What's going on down there boys?"

I pushed my way into the bathroom, and Hank was laughing his ass off.
"Asshole!" I hissed, thinking I might try out for the snake in the Harry
Potter movies.

"Who's underwear is this?" I heard my mom say outside the door.

"They're Kyle's, mom.  He just couldn't wait to get to the bathroom!"

I punched him in the stomach - not terribly hard, but he woofed, as if I
had knocked the wind out of him.

"You boys are just having way too much fun!" my mom said, and then added,
"Must be that tingly lotion I gave them!"

Hank was rocking with laughter as I blushed.  My mom said that?  OMGosh!'

Hank and I took a leak, then brushed our teeth.  After I had rinsed my
mouth, he grabbed me and nearly sucked my face off with his powerful kiss.
His tongue probed my mouth, and he said, "Just making sure you did a good
job of brushing your teeth."

He opened the door then, leaving me standing naked in the bathroom.  I
sprinted across the hall to the bedroom, and closed the door as my mom
said, "They are still pretty nice asses!"

Hank fell on the bed, laughing.  "Your mom is not a stick in the mud at
all. I think she and my mom would get along fine."

I couldn't imagine my mom around Hank's family.  They were just way too
open for my mom.  And all his brother's running around naked!  'OMGosh!'  I
shook my head, and looked around for my boxers.  My mom must have kept the
ones she found in the hall.  I tried to think if there were any stains of
any kind on them.  Only I would think of that!

I got a clean pair out of the suitcase, and got dressed in shorts and a
t-shirt.

"Good morning, boys," mom said, as we filed into the kitchen.  The smell of
fresh brewed coffee made me want a cup right away.  "I thought we might go
out for breakfast and celebrate.  Celebrate all the stuff you did for me,
and you two being home, and heading back to finish up the semester at
school."  Her eyes brimmed, as she said that.

So we grabbed a cup of coffee and then headed out to the car.  Hank had
grabbed our slippers and wallets, so we were all set.

During breakfast, Hank brought up the idea of getting the two families
together.  My stomach did one turn, but I was too hungry to keep thinking
on that one.  Besides, she would probably say 'no.'

"That sounds like great fun!" my mom said, and I almost choked on my hash
browns. "Maybe we could get together for the Fourth of July, or something
like that!" she said, seeming to get more excited by the moment.

"Yeah, we usually get this lake house, and it would be great!" Hank kept
pumping up her excitement.  "We could have a big BBQ, take rides on the
boat, and everything.  You could meet my parents, and all my brother's and
their families.  It would be great!"

"Well, if the rest of your family is as nice as you and your brothers, and
their partners, I am sure I would have a wonderful time."

She and Hank went about planning the affair, including what kind of clothes
she would need to bring . . . suntan lotion, and all.  I was glad he
mentioned clothes, because I was afraid he was going to say it was clothing
optional.

"And there is a huge hot tub on the back patio.  Most all of us go in
without suits on, but we can make an exception while you are there."

She blushed a bit at that one, and said, "Well, I don't think I am ready
for skinny dipping with the in-laws."

"Mom!" I exclaimed.  'Did she just say In-laws? Oh, shit!'

"What?" she said, looking at me quizzically.  "You expect me to run around
naked around strangers?"

"No! I, ah, just meant . . .," and there was no way to explain, without
digging myself deeper into this.

We tried to pay for breakfast, but mom insisted.

After breakfast, we went back to the house, got our bedroom straightened
up, and packed up the truck.

Mom stood in the living room with tears flowing. "I don't know how I can
ever thank you boys for all you have done this week.  The house is
beautiful!  It should be one of the homes on Extreme Home Makeover!  And
the time at the spa was amazing; I feel rejuvenated! And it also seems that
you have gotten Harold out of his shell, as well." Oh, so she had caught on
to him and Charlie.

"You shouldn't be spending all your money on me!" she said, wiping her
eyes.  She reached over and grabbed my hand and squeezed it. "But you go
see that art gallery guy, and see about getting some more sessions!"

"Mom!" I said, once again shocked at this new mother.

"What? Can't I tease my favorite son?" At that I had to laugh, since I was
her only son.

"Yes, mom," Hank said, "he needs to be kidded some more. I had to explain
to him that, in my family, how you show your love is by giving someone a
hard time."

She winked at Hank, and said, "I bet you give Kyle plenty of 'hard' times!"

'OMGosh!  What had come over my mother?'  I blushed to the tips of my ears,
and felt the heat radiating from my face.  I hadn't been this embarrassed
since some of my first couple of days with Hank.

I couldn't think of a good come back to that one, and Hank just laughed,
patted me on the head, and said, "You've got that right, mom!"

I didn't think it was possible to get any redder, but I think I did.  My
mom looked at my face, and smiled. "I am sure that Hank takes good care of
you."

Now I was getting sappy. "I really don't know where or what I would be
without Hank," I said, as my eyes brimmed up.  I leaned over and gave him a
kiss.

He kissed me back, and then said, "Fat, lazy, and disorganized, probably!"

I started to say 'asshole,' but bit my tongue and said, "Well, George, I
think we need to head out."

He smiled his famous smile that gets me right to my core every time, and
said, "Fred, at least you got part of that right; I think we both need
head!"

"Hank!" I said, shocked.  My mom was chuckling into one hand, and wiping
her eyes with her other hand.

"You two are perfect for each other," she said, gathering us both in for a
hug.

It was a mutual three way squeeze.  Even Hank was wiping his eyes after
that motherly hug.  He smiled, and said, "I love you, mom."

She smiled, and fought back her own flood.  "And I love you, Hank. Now
seriously, you take good care of my boy, or I'll have to send one of his
uncles after you with a pair of pruning shears!"

I laughed as I pictured that.  Hank got an ashen look on his face, but then
laughed.

Just as we got in the truck, Harold and Charlie drove up.  So there was
another round of goodbyes, with Harold going for a squeeze of my ass during
the hug.  Charlie just gave me a peck on the cheek, and smiled.  "Thanks
for getting us together!"

That made for one more round of hugs with my mom, and then we were on the
way.

All the way back to the university, we discussed the pros and cons of
getting the two families together. Hank said, "Look, we have behaved when
other families have been to visit. Like when Ted and Nick's in-laws come
over, we act like the suburban family.  Everyone wears clothes, and there's
no naked fucking on the back porch!" He laughed, as he saw the look on my
face.

"It will be fine; and besides, if we are going to be together for a while,
then our families are going to need to meet."

"Asshole!" I said, and added, "What do you mean for a while? I bought into
this for forever!"

Hank pulled me over and kissed me, while watching where we were going on
the road. "'To infinity and beyond!'"

He stopped at a rest stop on the way back, and, as we got out of the truck,
he said, "There is something I have always wanted to do.  Follow me," and
he headed off towards one end of the rest area, and followed a path into
the bushes and trees.

After about 20 feet on the path, he said, "Okay, strip down here."

I had learned to trust him, so I did just that, but added, "I have to pee!"

"Okay.  Go ahead and go.  I have heard about guys having sex in the area
around a rest stop, so I thought it would be cool if we did it here.  Like
you were some guy standing here along the path, and I come along and see
you, and want to join in.  What do you think?"

"Sounds like fun, but what do we do if someone really comes along?" I said,
shaking my dick when I finished.

"Fuck 'em, if they can't take a joke!"

He pulled his small digital camera out of his pocket and set it on a log
near by.  It recorded video, so I guess he wanted to get the whole thing on
camera.

He got it all set up, and looked to make sure everything was going to fit
on the screen.  "Okay, you stand there on the trail and start playing with
yourself.  When you are hard, keep stroking.  I am going to walk along the
path and spot you.  Then we can ad lib from there."  He smiled, when he saw
that I was already hard.  The idea of being naked out here pushed a couple
of my buttons!

I stood there stroking, not looking down the path. I did this for a half a
minute or more before Hank came sauntering up.  "Nice looking tool, you got
there, mister." He had kind of a hokey country accent.

"Yeah, just out enjoying the day, hoping some hot dude would come along
that might want to join me," I said, trying to play the part.

He walked up and said, "Can I touch it, mister?"

"That's what I'm here for," I replied.

He reached out and tentatively took my dick in his hand.  I loved the touch
of his hand on me, but especially on my cock!  "Nice," he said, and then he
stroked it a couple of times.

"Can I taste it, mister?" he asked.

"Only if I can taste yours," I said, and meaning it.

"Sure would be great to have someone takin' care of my little partner." I
was trying not to laugh.  He bent over and slurped the end of my dick.

"Tastes good, like a dick should!" he said, mimicking the cigarette ad.

"Thanks, now how about that taste of yours?" I said.  I was wired.
Standing here naked, where someone could walk by; and hard; and being with
Hank.  Fuck!  It was like a fantasy!  Hank had unzipped his shorts and let
them drop to his ankles.  Then he had pushed his boxers down below his
dick.  It was growing, as I watched.

I leaned over and swallowed almost all of it.  "Whoa, doggies! You really
know how to make a guy feel good!"

I removed my mouth long enough to say, "My pleasure." And, again, meaning
it.

It was at full mast in no time, and I began working in earnest.  Hank ran
his hand along my back and down my crack, then put a finger into my hole
and said, "Nice; tight and warm in there.  Reckon my little partner could
go exploring in there?"  Again, I struggled not to laugh at his country
bumpkin acting.

"Sure.  Looks like your 'little partner' might just be big enough for the
job."

Hank turned me around, knelt, and began rimming me.  Damn! His tongue felt
good.  I was slowly stroking myself, enjoying the pleasure he was giving
me.  I could see back between my legs that his boxers were now around his
ankles.

Just as he was inserting his dick into my ass, and I was preparing to
experience one of my favorite pleasures, I heard, "You two boys sure do
make a fine picture."

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