Date: Mon, 15 Jan 2007 18:29:51 -0800 (PST)
From: kevin Donovan <letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: the association, chapter thirteen, gay male college

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describing sex between adult males.  If that offends you, if you are
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To my dear faithful readers: First, my apologies for taking so long with
this chapter, and my thanks for your patience in waiting.  There is a tug
of war between the desire to be timely and maintain momentum, and the
desire to produce the best possible quality of work.  I must confess that I
have not just been busy for the past month, but I have been in a bit of a
creative dry spell as well-hence the delay.  Your correspondences have been
encouraging and patient, and I am most appreciative for both qualities.


CHAPTER THIRTEEN:

AUDITION

	How can I describe being seduced by the sexiest man alive, while
watching my best friend, who is pretty hot himself, making passionate love
to the runner-up?  I knew that Adam had just received a pretty thorough
fucking from his mate.  And I suspected that he might like to take up where
we had left off on Saturday night, with him about to stick it to me.  I was
right.

	Adam drew me toward him and kissed me softly on the lips.  He then
enfolded me in his arms.  Since I am well over six feet and a hundred and
eighty-five pounds, in fighting trim myself, it takes some muscle to
maneuver my body around.  Adam managed nicely.

	We lay entwined on one half of the bed, while Nicholas and Colin
jostled for position on the other side like mating rattlesnakes, each going
for the other's mouth with his own.  We joined their laughter as Nicholas
more or less pinned his handsome partner, settling his weight between
Colin's strong thighs and grinding his groin into Colin's ample unit.  Both
were rock-hard.

	Adam tasted as wonderful as I expected, not just his lips, but all
of his skin.  It was as smooth and warm and sensuous as any I ever stroked.
The swell of his buttock was one of his most delightful features-but there
were many equal delights.  I'm mainly a top guy, especially with Nicholas,
my always-willing bottom man, but I knew from the start that Adam was going
to impale me on that enormous, arrow-straight, wrist-thick phallus of his.
He'd been about to when he recognized that it would be a fuck too many for
me the other night, and he'd been waiting to have his way with my ass ever
since (actually, long before, too-he later told me that Colin had come in
from his recruiting visit to me talking about what a fine piece of ass I'd
be this summer.  I didn't mind hearing that.  By this time, I was glad to
be thought of as a fine piece of ass!)

	Adam slid off of me and reached for the lube beside the bed.  He
quickly released a smear onto his fingers and immediately transferred it to
my relevant part.  Another smear for his complementary part, and he was set
to go.  He pulled up behind me as I raised my upper leg to receive him.  He
was licking at my neck as he slowly but relentlessly slid his long member
into my anus, stretching my sphincter to its widest yet.  The enormous head
of his engorged cock truly felt like I imagined a fist would feel,
reinforcing the resolve that maybe I'd better stay away from that
particular activity.

	While I panted a bit quietly (I have this macho thing about not
groaning or grimacing with pain when someone is stuffing a large object up
my anal cavity, like I'd be a real wimp if I admitted that I felt any
pain), I was also watching my bud Nicholas tom-catting the luscious
surfer-boy Colin.  He was just beginning to slip him that enormous sausage,
and Colin was looking a bit apprehensive about receiving it.  I found out
that for Colin, this was a pretty unusual event, as he took the bottom role
only occasionally, especially for such a bruiser cock as Nicholas' (or
Adam's).  Guess he really wanted to convince the two of us to join Adam's
film cast.

	Watching those two from my vantage point of twelve inches away,
with the thick, slick cock of dreamboat Adam sliding smoothly into and out
of my ass, I was overcome almost with the sudden realization of how
beautiful and sexy my Nicholas was.  Damn!  I guess he was always a
good-looking dude, and I guess I was always aware of that, even back when I
was not officially noticing such things.  But, oh man, what a change The
Association had brought about in that young man!  He might be their highest
achievement of the summer.  His skin now shone with animal beauty and
sexual energy.  His perfect proportions, absolute muscular and skeletal
symmetry, and rippling contours reminded me of a well-conditioned panther.
He even bared perfect, white teeth as he grinned at me intimately.  I was
concerned about this whole movie idea, especially about Stephanie, my
future career, folks back home-hell, my grandmother-finding out about it.
But what a shame it would be if my hesitancy kept this sleek and perfectly
made creature from being seen by an appreciative public.

	Adam's ample erection was sliding deep inside my bowel during this
reverie.  It seemed I could feel the rim of his big, swollen cock-head pass
all along my colon, creating ripples of pleasure all the way-especially as
it passed that pleasure button, my prostate.  I had the most thrilling
sensation of fullness and satisfaction when I felt his trimmed pubes tickle
my butt cheeks, signifying that the schlong was buried as deep within me as
it could go.  I grinned with pleasure and enjoyment of the irony-this was
me, straight, horny, pussy-hound Doug, receiving the sausage with
enthusiasm and enjoyment.  Who'da thunk?  To this day, I consider myself a
top-man.  Nothing beats the sensation of ejaculating a big load into the
warm human flesh of a mouth, ass, or cunt, particularly after a long
build-up of slow-deep fucking.  But damn.  Right next to that, I do love a
big, thick dick slamming or sliding in and out of my stretched-tight anus,
and finally firing round after round of thick, gooey man-cum into my
depths.

	It took a good while of slowly long-dicking me for him to come to
that, but Adam did eventually fire a number of rounds up my ass.  I clamped
my rectum down on his root and felt the spasms as his cock clenched
rhythmically, half a dozen or more times.  I had already had the pleasure
of watching Nicholas cream Colin's gut.  What a cute expression he has when
he cums-all intent on the exquisite pleasure of the sensation, not the
least bit self-conscious about the joy he takes in his sexual
gratification.  He is all man, yet so much like a little boy, too, in his
simple pleasure.  He grinned and winked at me as the last drops of his
ejaculate dribbled from his cock into Colin's butthole.  Then Colin's
strong hands grasped Nicholas' head and pulled it down to do kiss him
deeply on the mouth, and about that time, Adam gently rotated me around
onto my back to deep-dick me from another angle.

	We lay sprawled together on the big mattress for several minutes
after both Nicholas and Adam had satisfied themselves, but it wasn't long
before we swapped positions, while keeping the same partners.  Now it was
my turn to satisfy my dream of the summer, to fuck my heart-throb Adam.  I
began with a nice, leisurely make-out session, demonstrating my prowess as
a deep, wet kisser (I've driven many a girl to near- orgasm working
entirely above the breasts).  I could tell Adam was impressed by the way he
bared his neck to me and parted his tender lips to receive my tongue.  In a
sideways glance, I noted that Colin was doing pretty much the same to
Nicholas, with pretty much the same appreciative response.

	Our limbs entwined more and more.  My hips ground more and more
insistently into Adam's groin.  I felt his heavy, full member pressing
against my lower abdomen, pushing at my navel, while my own hard probe
explored his scrotum, the crack between his upper thighs, his butt cheeks.
He spread his legs just a bit, and angled his hips just slightly upward,
and the next probe landed square on his relaxed anus.  One little push on
my part, and in it slid.  It was the easiest and most natural coupling I
ever had with a man.  I had forgotten that Adam had been fucked earlier in
the evening, and he came to me pre- lubed, not only with gel but with
Colin's abundant sperm as well.  I pushed deep within him, and my smooth
mound was quickly pressed against his shaved balls.  For a moment, I could
not bear to withdraw.  My tongue pushed just as deeply as it could into
Adam's oral cavity, and our lips aligned.  I felt his breath flow into my
lungs, and then return from mine to his.  Then, the urge to rut overtook
me, and I slid my long cock out of his ass until just half the head
remained at the sphincter, before I leaned forward again and slid the full
length back where it had been.  For several minutes, I savored this long,
slow movement, every cell of my considerable phallic tissue tingling with
the ecstasy of the moist stimulation.  In time, though, the urge was too
strong to resist, and I increased my momentum gradually as my cock
demanded.  Adam's eyes just beneath mine first glazed over, then closed in
bliss.  He made a soft crooning sound as I fucked him, his thighs spread
wide, long legs bent at the knees, and beautifully formed feet dangling in
the rhythm of my thrusting hips.

	When I came inside him, it was as if my life essence flowed from me
into him.  It did not seem to be in spasms of ejaculation, but rather one
long, shuddering overflow of semen, emptying my balls and prostate of every
drop of fluid.  His anus gripped my cock and stripped it of its load like
expert hands milking a great, stiff udder.  I collapsed onto his firm,
sleek shoulder, resting my head beside his, my dick still stuffed in him to
the hilt.

	I don't know how long we remained that way, both of us perfectly
comfortable and content.  When I turned to glance over toward Colin and
Nicholas, I found them in almost the same position together as Adam and
me-and they were both soundly, gently, asleep.  I kissed Adam's cheek,
rolled off of him, and sat up on the edge of the bed, elbows on knees, head
hanging.  I was spent, physically, mentally, and emotionally.

	Adam pulled his feet up and swung them around to sit beside me,
quietly for a moment, giving me space just to be.  But after a bit, he
asked gently, "What is it?"  He sat right beside me, his thigh against
mine, the warmth of his skin radiating toward mine all the way to my head.

	I didn't know how to respond.  Here I had just had one of the
greatest sexual experiences of my life, with a man I had admired and,
frankly, lusted after for weeks.  Yet beside him lay Nicholas, the-what,
love of my life, maybe?-sound asleep entwined with-the love of Adam's life?
I thought, Am I the only one confused here?  Can it be that this is normal
and comprehensible to everyone in this bed except me?  A lot of water had
passed under the bridge in these last weeks-well, a lot of semen had passed
between me and a bunch of other young men-but, hell, it was still all so
new to me, my mind shorted out every time I allowed myself to think about
it, which tended to be only in the few down moments when I had run
completely out of spunk in my nuts.

	I gave a preliminary sigh.  "Shit, Adam, I don't know.  I'm all
confused.  Nothing is making sense to me right now.  How can I explain it
to you?

	"I will tell you one thing I know about last Saturday night-I'm not
completely stupid and un-self-aware.  I'm not a drunk, really, and I'm not
a slut, either, at least not a bottom-slut, though I know I put up a good
show of both.  But I was reacting, and being a damn fool."

	I paused and gathered my thoughts, because in fact, I was
expressing a realization that was just coming to me at that moment.

	"It was because of Nicholas.  Not his fault, but it was about
Nicholas.  Well, no, it was about me-my feelings for Nicholas.  You see, we
made this stupid mistake, or maybe I was the one that made it, I don't
remember.  But we decided to separate in the maze down in the Crypt.  He
went his way, and I went mine.  I had a couple of little meaningless sexual
encounters, but that was nothing to me.  What ate my ass was that I did not
know what Nicholas was doing, or who with.  I couldn't stand it, the not
knowing.  We'd been together for so long, we haven't done anything apart.
Then, all of a sudden, he's out of sight, I don't know where he is, or who
he's with, and I freak.

	"Adam, you don't have to tell me, I know.  I'm certifiably insane.
I need a shrink.  I don't need booze, I need Prozac, or something."

	Adam remained quiet, though I felt his warm and reassuring
presence.  His thigh lay against mine just as it had, no pulling back in
horror.

	Well, if he wasn't going to say anything, I had to go on.

	"You'd think I was in love with him, or something."

	Still no response.

	"Well, if so, then I don't understand anything about this.  Look at
us.  We both just had great sex with other men, right here together on this
bed.  I can't answer for Nicholas, but I loved it!  And I gotta say, he
gave every appearance of loving it, too!  So how can I be in love with him,
or he with me?  We're so fucked up!"

	I felt tears beginning, and I fought them back.  I was not about to
go maudlin here and now with this man I admired so much, and with Nicholas
and Colin right behind us, liable to waken at any moment.

	"I almost told him I loved him the other day.  Came real close.
You know what stopped me?  It hit me right between the eyes-he was all set
to blow me off if I did, for after we finish here, anyway.  I know the
score.  I'm a great fuck, a good summer friend, and all that-but when the
summer is over, it's sayonara, baby.  He's back to his life, and I'm back
to mine.  So, luckily, I stopped just in time.  Still, we have to say
something, don't we?  If not the truth, or the whole truth, then what?"

	At this, I was done, and Adam knew it.  He spent a moment
reflecting on what I had just said.

	"Douglas, most of what you just told me comes from your own fears
and doubts, doesn't it?  Not really from Nicholas himself?"

	I sort of half nodded, half shrugged.

	"I can't tell you anything about you, only you can do that.  But
I'll tell you something about me-and Colin, OK?  I guess you've figured
out, we were paired together at our training in The Association.  You know
what?  We had the same room as you and Nicholas.  So I guess maybe I've
done a little psychological projecting this summer myself with you two-but
I've been fascinated and drawn to both of you all summer, and so has Colin.
We like you and admire you both a lot.

	"But that isn't my point.  About me and Colin.  I knew I was gay
when we came, he did not.  In fact, he was actually porking a cheerleader
at the time, if you can believe anything so trite.  Well, soon enough, he
was porking me, and liking it.  It wasn't until toward the end of the
summer it began to go the other way, too."  He chuckled.

	"Like all of you here this summer, we were also playing with
others.  Both together and separately, even more than you and Nicholas.  It
took us all summer to figure out that we were in love with one another.  It
finally came out in a big blow-up over Steven Powers, a guy in our group.
Colin came into our room during free time one afternoon, when he was
supposed to be playing handball, and found me in our bed with Steven's cock
stuffed up my ass.  Colin had one major, roof-raising fit, and it took four
guys to separate him from Steven.

	"Now, here is where it gets crazy, as you say.  Both Colin and I
had fucked Steven silly, and his partner Stanley as well, many times.  But
only together!  That was the issue.  Colin did not really mind if Steven
fucked my ass-as long as he knew about it and was there with us.  In that
case, he actually enjoyed us having sex together.

	"I can't say it is true for all men, but for many or most men, I
think it is.  Generally speaking, for women, sex and love are the same
thing.  But for most men, they are not.  We can have sex with many people,
and thoroughly enjoy it, and it is just sex.  But we have love with just
one, or particularly with one.  Once Colin and I realized that, we have had
smooth sailing ever since.  We both play sexually with many men in The
Association.  But never secretly or privately, and generally in one
another's presence.

	"You see, Nicholas, I like you.  I long for you sexually, and as a
friend.  I desire your company and the enjoyment of your body and
personality.  I can mate with you with my body, and take real pleasure in
it.  But I love Colin.  I am mated to him with my soul, and I will be for
all of my life.  That's the difference."

	Is that it?  I wondered.  Is that what is going on with me?

	And if it is that way for me, how about Nicholas?  Is it possible,
just remotely possible, that he might feel for me something of what I feel
for him?

	Will I ever get the courage to be a man and find out?