Date: Mon, 15 Aug 2011 14:28:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kyle and Hank - Chapter 87

The last three weeks of school were very hectic.  Tree came by for some
help with studying, and Hank and I took turns working with him, and showing
Jimmy how he could help him study (and not get sidetracked with sex - only
to use it as a reward!).

We were finishing up papers and studying for exams.  Hank had received his
instructions and schedule for his RA training, and I had received
information on the orientation.  I would have two weeks of training, and
then we would start every week with a new group of students.

Parents were encouraged to attend.  So for each student, there were usually
one or more parents, and sometimes siblings, but not if they were too
young.  There would be activities for the new students and parents.  Many
of these would mean they would be separated, but I had learned that was a
good thing.

I was looking forward to the chance to work with the new students; Hank
said that I was just trying to find new meat.  Had I been the person I was
at the beginning of the year, I would have been hurt by that comment; that
he could even think that I would want someone else. Now, however, I knew
his humor, and said, "Yep, got to keep my options open."

I smiled and added, "Yes, I understand that one of the activities is
getting to take a shower in the dorm showers.  So I'll really get to check
them out!"

"Yes, I can just imagine Sir Everhard making a lasting impression on some
of those students!"

"In more ways than one!" I snapped back, with a smile.

One of the things that Hank had read in the rules for an RA was that an RA
was to conduct himself with decorum at all times, and not enter into any
compromising situations.  "Does that mean that you can't run around naked
on the roof, or take those naked runs you love?" I asked him.

"I'll have to ask for clarification." He thought some more, and then said,
"Fuck!" I bet I have to wear clothes when people come over!"

"Well, if they are cumming, it is probably best that they are naked, or at
least have their dick out!"  I countered.

"Ha, ha, HA!" he said, very sarcastically.

"Yes, we will have to keep a pair of shorts and a t-shirt by the door to
put on before we open the door." I moved over closer to him, and rubbed my
hand over his naked ass. "But at least we will still get to sleep naked!"

"Except when we have those fire drills." He laughed, "You remember all
those times you were trying to get your shorts on and run downstairs, all
at the same time."

"At least I didn't walk downstairs naked, and then put on my shorts!" I
said.

"Hmmmm. I guess life will be a little different next year," he said.

"Well, look on the bright side.  We won't have to put up with Fred any
longer," I said.

He laughed, "Yeah, I hope that I don't get a bad reputation like he did."

"Are you going to try to seduce every student that comes to visit you, or
find an excuse to spank them? If not, then you should be fine," I said,
massaging his ass again.

"Not when I have you to take care of me!" he said, squeezing my ass.

"And we have to keep our room really organized and straightened up, as it
will be shown on their tours."

"Oh, so I have to change the gay screensaver I have on my computer?" which
he didn't; I was all the screensaver he needed.

"And put your butt plug away every morning," I quipped.

He laughed.

I didn't worry about all that at the moment; I had to get back to studying.
Hank had instilled good study habits in me, so I had good notes to review;
all the exams I had taken, with the correct answers; and my books.  So it
was much easier to prepare for the exams.

Hank and I had decided that we would get iPads over the summer, and get
used to them, so we could use them next year.  It was exciting to see that
school books would be available on them, and that you could just "rent" the
books.

The note-taking ability was amazing!  Hank had showed me how amazing the
pictures and videos looked on it, and I smiled at the thought of what kind
of pictures and videos he would be putting on them.

We also decided we would get my mom one.  Hank's dad had one, and we were
looking at doing FaceTime with everyone once we got them.

So the week of final's prep ended, and then it was time for the finals.
None of our finals were at the same time, so one of us was always off
taking a test, while the other was studying.

After the first two tests were over for both of us, I said, "Look, we
haven't had any fun since last week!  I need you!  I want us to wear out
the bed, the floor, and maybe the roof!" I smiled, pulling him closer to
me.

He looked in my eyes and said, "I don't think we should use the roof any
more." He thought for a second, "Unless it's raining."

"Yeah, getting struck on the ass by lightening would certainly be a way of
putting a spark into our sex life!" I said.

He whispered, "Well, maybe between orientation sessions when we are the
only ones here, we can do it in the common room!"

I laughed, "You always assumed it would be Jimmy that we would find on his
hands and knees in the common room, with a line of guys waiting to plug his
ass.  Now you want to be the first one having sex in the common room?"

"Who says we will be the first?"

I laughed and said, "I mean the first TWO people, TOGETHER, having sex,"
making a jerking motion with my hand over my crotch.

He laughed, "I am sure that plenty of that happened, but how sure are you
that two or more guys didn't get it on in the common room?"

My eyes went wide and said, "Really?  Who?"

He laughed and said, "I don't know. I don't know if it happened, but it
could, right?"

I began to imagine two guys 69ing on the sofa in the common room while
several guys sat around watching them.  My dick throbbed at the idea.

"Oh, I see that that makes someone very interested!" he said, pulling down
my stiff dick and letting it snap back to my stomach.

I blushed.  He could still make me blush after everything we had been
through.  He said it was cute.  I wasn't so sure.

"Yeah, I think we will have to give that a try!" he said, stroking my dick.

Hank wrestled me to the bed, not that it took much; and by mutual decision,
we lay down side by side, head to foot.  I could now play and suck on
Hank's cock, and him on mine.

Those sessions were really amazing, because we knew from experience that we
would both reach that peak at about the same time, and we had learned to
mirror each other's technique, so that each of us pretty much experienced
the same thing.

We knew all the buttons to push and what felt the best.  We didn't rush it.
Hank even spread my legs and spent some time rimming me.  He always laughed
when he made me gasp around his dick.  He said it felt amazing!

So even though it took 20 minutes or so for both of us to cum (at nearly
the same time), since we knew all the buttons to push, it didn't take as
long as if a stranger was doing it; or does that sound strange?

More and more. I was thinking about just Hank and I having sex.  It felt
like the right thing to do; but it was fun when we got to show some guy the
ins and outs (so to speak) of gay sex.  I would have to talk to Hank about
this, and see how he felt.

We were holding each other, after we moved around to become head to head.
Hank was rubbing his hand along my arm, and I was loving it.

"Hank, should we start limiting sex to just the two of us?  You know,
because we're lovers and plan to be together forever." Was I really saying
that?

He smiled and said, "Look partner," and he smiled and looked at me.  "I
think as long as we know what each other is doing, then it's fine.  I mean,
if you and I are teaching some guy the ropes, or we want to let a security
guard have a little fun in his very sheltered life, then I think it's
good."

He looked at me to see how this was going down; I was with him.  "So the
rest of the time, I think I can get by with just you," he said, "but I am
not sure about you!"

I punched him, and he made a mock groan!  "I understand what you are
saying. If one of us was running around having sex behind the back of the
other that would be bad. Not that we would ever do that." I included him in
my statement.  He agreed.

"So as long as we know what's going on, it's all fine," I ended.

"That sounds like we want to have sex with everyone in the world, and it is
okay, as long as each other knows about it." He smiled.

"But I understand the meaning.  Our photo shoots, and teaching, and playing
around with someone who needs it, then we are okay.  And, yes, we prefer to
have sex between us, more than anything!"

I was nodding my head vigorously.  That's exactly what I meant.

We took a shower and cleaned up, and headed down for some dinner, and
joined Pine and Jimmy at their table.

"So how are finals going?" I asked.

Pine smiled and said, "Every time I get a grade above a C, I get to fuck
Jimmy!"

"What happens if you get an A," Hank asked.

"I get to do him three times in a row!"  Jimmy actually blushed, as Pine
said that.

"Ah, so there's hope that you both might matriculate when this is all
done!" Hank said.

"Well, I don't know about marriage, but I sure do like to be around him,"
Pine said, and Hank decided to let it go.

"Actually, I am doing better on studying as well," Jimmy said.  He gave a
crooked grin.  "Now that Pine is a steady thing, I am not out on the prowl
all the time, and actually get a chance to study!"

"Then next year should be a better year for both of you!"  I said.

"Yeah, we are trying to arrange it so we can be roommates next year," Jimmy
said, smiling and giving an "aw, shucks" look.

"Hank will have to work on that for you, since he is going to be an RA next
year," I said.

"You mean, like from Tampa Bay?" Pine asked.  I looked puzzled.

"Oh, not a Ray, as in Devil Rays, but R - A," and Hank spelled it out.  "It
stands for Resident Assistant."

"Oh, like that asshole, Fred," Pine said, which caused us great laughter.

"Yeah, but Hank doesn't have to be an asshole!"  I said.  Then I
reconsidered, "But that is my pet name for him!"

"Fuck face!" he said.

Pine seemed puzzled, but just shrugged his shoulders, and took another bite
of his dinner.

"I'll look into it, but I can't imagine it will be a problem," Hank said.

"Yep, Hank will get to have one of those rainbow triangles on his door."  I
looked at Pine, and he had that questioning look on his face again.  "It
means that it is a gay friendly place, and if anyone is in trouble or wants
to talk about it, then they can come to his room," I explained.

"Yes, they put them in places where there was a bunch of homophobic hazing
going on," Hank added.

Pine said, "We need those around the football team.  Some of them are
homo-hazers!" He seemed proud of his alliteration.

We chatted through dinner, and then headed to the library to do some last
minute research for our papers.

After a bit, I stopped reading, and sat back, thinking on all the things
that had happened this year.  Just being here reminded me of the crazy
things that Hank had me do in the library.

I reflected about the very beginning . . . Hank being all macho and full of
bluff, as he walked around naked, or went running naked.  And having me get
naked in all those places.  Speaking of being naked, like my naked melt
down in the movie theatre.  That was a crazy time, but then Hank and I got
things squared away between us.

All those crazy sessions in the photography classes, and then with Thomas'
sessions, and the great guys in the photography classes.  And how I had so
much trouble with hardons during those sessions.  Hank would say I still
have that issue, but I think I am doing better!

And the pranks and stuff with Frank.  His Iron Man competition, or whatever
he called it; all the things that had been part of this year.

And parents.  Meeting Hank's family and his crazy brothers.  And how
accepting my mom was, and that purple bedroom.  My uncleÕs reactions, and
Harold.  It was an amazing year.

"Earth to Kyle!" Hank was saying, and waiving his hands in front of my
face.

"Oh, sorry; day dreaming." I looked back at him, "Just thinking about all
that happened during this last year."

Hank chuckled and said, "You mean all that crazy shit you did here in the
library?"

"That I did?" I said, and then lowered my voice.  "You made me do it!"

"Oh, so I was the one that unzipped your pants and took off your shirt so
you were walking around naked with Sir Everhard leading the way?"

"Well, I wanted to please you," I said, smiling.

"Oh, not that you got all horny and lost in the fog of lust, as you call
it," Hank said, and reached over and squeezed my crotch and my now hard
dick.  "See, you want to do it again!"

I smiled, as my ears reddened. Yeah, I liked doing things with and for
Hank.  I nodded, and he said, "Okay, take off your shorts."

I trusted him completely, so I unzipped my shorts and pulled them off.
Hank chuckled as he saw my hard dick.  "And there he is, Sir Everhard!" He
gripped it and squeezed.

"Now go walk around through the stacks."  I got up and, with my heart
racing, walked around the stacks and back to Hank.  "Now lose the t-shirt,"
he smiled.  I pulled it off, and was now totally naked in the library.  I
made another circuit of the stacks near us and came back.

"Now jerk off," he said, smiling.  He knew I loved this kind of action, and
knew it pushed all my buttons, and that it wouldn't take long for me to
shoot.  And true to that thought, I felt the wave rushing towards me and
building up.

Soon, I was shooting rope after rope onto the library rug-covered floor.
When I finished, my eyes rolled back down, and I blinked to focus.

Hank was clapping, but purposely not making any sounds.  He tossed me my
shorts, which I pulled on; and then my t-shirt, and I pulled that on.

"Now are you ready to concentrate on your paper?" he asked, patting me on
the thigh, as I sat down next to him.

I took a deep breath, sighed, and said, "Yeah!"

******* So we finished up studying, turned in all our papers, and finished
up our exams.  It would be a couple of days before we knew the results from
all the classes, but, so far, all had been A's.  It was amazing that I had
gotten straight A's, and I would have never been able to except for Hank's
help in getting me focused on my studies.

He had also gotten me into the best shape of my life.  I loved it when we
could both walk on our hands down the hallway in the dorm.  It was amazing!

So we had a break for a couple of days between the end of the semester and
when we had to report back for our sessions.  Hank suggested we go up to
the lake.  There were fond memories of naked guys, and playing in the
water; but this time it would just be the two of us.

Hank had managed to borrow a couple of backpacks and all the equipment we
would need.  He went to the store and put together some food; then he used
the kitchen in the dorm to make something called Seven Summit bars.

This was going to be a first for me. Backpacking, carrying everything in.
Hank smiled, as I talked about it being my first time.  I figured there was
something he wasn't telling me, but also figured he would tell me when I
needed to know it.

So, bright and early, we loaded up the truck and headed out. We parked at
the trailhead and got out the packs.  Hank adjusted the straps one last
time, and we headed out.  I had never carried a pack before, and I was sure
that, a year ago, I could never have carried a pack for a mile, much less
the 6 miles to the lake.

However, a combination of the way the pack was built, the way Hank had
adjusted it and filled it, and me being in better condition, made for a
much easier walk than I had anticipated.

I wondered if we would meet that character, Harry Rod, on the trail, but it
seemed we were alone.  When we reached the creek, we took a break, had some
water, and cooled our feet.

When it was time to start up, and we had put our shoes back on, Hank
suggested that we wear just the hiking boots, and nothing else, as we
carried our packs up to the lake.  So we stripped and stuffed the clothes
in the top of the pack, shouldered them, and headed out.

It was exhilarating to be hiking naked out here in the wilderness; and I
managed to do it without having Sir Everhard point the way!  I hiked behind
Hank and got to watch his amazing ass, as we worked our way to the lake.

Once there, Hank had us drop our packs, take off our boots and socks. Then
we took a running dive for the lake.  I came to the surface screaming,
"FUCK! THAT'S COLD!"

Hank was treading water nearby and laughing.  "No need to worry about Sir
Everhard in here!"

"Asshole!" I said.

"Fuck face," he said, and moved towards me.  He pushed me underwater, and I
reached for his groin.  He pushed me further down and then moved away.
After playing in the water for several minutes, I was used to it and felt
refreshed.

We climbed out of the lake, and laid on a large granite slab that gradually
flowed into the lake.  It was in the sun, and warm to lay on, and felt
good!

We just lay back, relaxing and enjoying the sounds of the forest and lake
around us. After a bit, Hank got us up, and we worked to set up the tent,
sleeping bags, etc.

He said there was a bear box in the trees where we were to keep all of our
food, and anything that smelled like food.  He laughed and said, "Good
thing we don't have to worry about your breath!  A bear would never want to
get close to that!"

"Asshole!"

He told me that the black bears that ranged around the area could be scared
off fairly easily, but don't try it if they have food or cubs.  Was he just
telling me this to scare the shit out of me?!

He said he was serious.  We had everything set up and ready to go.  I felt
the call of nature and asked him where the bathrooms were.  He laughed and
handed me a shovel and a roll of toilet paper, "Anyplace you pick out - as
long as it is 100 yards from the lake and stream, and a 100 yards from
camp!"

"Oh, great!" I said, taking the stuff from him.  "You just scare the shit
out of me telling me bear stories, and now you are going to send me out
into the wild where I am supposed to dig a hole, squat over it, take a
dump, wipe, and bury the whole thing, all the while keeping an eye out for
bears! What the fuck!"

He laughed until tears were rolling down his face.  "If I truly scared the
shit out of you, then you wouldn't have to go off into the woods to take a
dump!"

"Can't I just go in the lake?" I asked.

"Well, the lake is your source of drinking water, so if you want shitty
tasting water, then let me get all the water I need before you go in and
befoul them!"

"Asshole!" I said.

"It seems it's your asshole that needs to find a hole to use! So get out
there and get it done!"  He shook his head, laughing.

I headed out, naked, unarmed, except for a little hand shovel and some
toilet paper.  I found a place that would work, dug a little hole, and
squatted over it.  I kept looking around while I tried to go.  Hank had
really gotten me worried about bears!

Finally, I was done, and finished up by burying the used paper and shit.  I
had not been prepared for this primitive behavior, and I realized that this
was probably one of the things, along with the bears, that Hank had been
holding back from me.

Back in camp, Hank was smiling when I came back.  "Everything come out
okay?  Did you get all the paperwork done?"

"Asshole!" I said.

"Oh, so now wouldn't be a good time to tell you about the toilets with
running water that are located back in those trees!" he said, smiling.

"What!  You ARE an asshole!"  I said, looking for a building.

"I am just kidding; there is no building, there isn't any electricity, and
there probably isn't anyone around for miles!"

He smiled, then made a really evil face, rubbed his hands together, and
with a deep evil voice said, "Now, my little pretty, now that I have lured
you out into the woods, I can have my way with you!"

I laughed and said, "Idiot!  You can have your way with me anytime!"

We had a lunch of sliced summer sausage, Colby cheese, and crackers, all
washed down with an orange drink that he had made in one of the water
bottles.  For dessert, he took out a fruit roll-up and an individual tube
of cream cheese.  He spread the cream cheese on the rolled out fruit
roll-up.  Then he rolled it back up, and cut it in half, giving me half.

" What a great tasting dessert!" I said, after the first mouthful.  "Wow!"

He grinned, "Yeah, my dad and brothers did some backpacking, and dad knew
all these great recipes for backpack foods.  Wait until you taste the Seven
Summit Bars!"

After finishing up another fruit roll-up, Hank pulled a sleeping bag out of
the tent, and we placed it in the shade and laid down on it.

I put my head on Hank's shoulder, as one arm reached around to encircle me.
"This is nice!" I said.

He was playing with my hair with his other hand, and I had my hand on his
abs.  I drifted off to sleep in his arms.

When we woke up, we put our hiking boots on, I grabbed the camera, and we
headed out to walk around the lake.  I didn't think anything of hiking
around naked now; and I loved watching Hank's ass!

There was a small waterfall and a colorful array of flowers around it.  I
spent some time taking pictures, and posing Hank in around the
waterfall. There was some great contrasts with lights and shadows around
the granite and the water.

We had just begun to head on around the lake when I heard, "What the fuck
is going on here?"

I turned and saw two guys dressed in hunting camouflage, with shotguns, and
what looked like a week's worth of beard growth on their face.  They didn't
look any too friendly.

Oh fuck! I thought.  All I could think of was the movie Deliverance.  I had
heard about it as a kid, and finally had a chance to see it.  As much as I
now liked taking it in the ass, I didn't think I wanted to experience it
from these two.

They had these nasty looking frowns on their faces as they looked us up and
down.  At least they held their shotguns pointing to the ground, but it was
none too comforting to know they could bring them up in a second.

One of them spit a wad of dark brown liquid on the ground and said, "I
said, 'What the fuck is going on here?'"

*****

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suggestions.  And thanks to my editor, Jere. Contact me at
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