Date: Wed, 28 Feb 2007 14:04:24 -0800 (PST)
From: kevin Donovan <letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: chapter 17, the association, gay male college

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CHAPTER 17

	Turning the first corner of the labyrinth, Nicholas and I moved
away from the light.  We took a right turn, then a couple of lefts, and we
were lost among the bewildering assortment of narrow corridors twisting
away in all directions.  In the near darkness, we passed or were passed by
a number of naked, masked men.  Each one examined us intently.  Some
reached out to stroke a shoulder or butt cheek.  We moved purposefully, as
if we had an appointment at some particular destination.


	At first, there didn't seem to be much going on.  But after a few
more turns, we came across to men standing, with two men kneeling before
them, sucking their dicks.  A few yards later, there was a tall,
well-formed man leaning with arms outstretched on the wall, his feet spread
wide.  Another tall, but slimmer man was strenuously fucking him, hands
gripping his waist.  Two or three others stood close by watching in the low
light.

	The first hassock we came upon was graced with the nubile body of
Gregory, almost covered by a slim, elegant-looking black man.  Gregory, I
thought, was one of The Association's great success stories this summer.
He had come to the training fresh and handsome enough, but rather soft and
girly.  Now, he was all hard muscle and sinew, not an ounce of fat, with
sleek and supple skin.  The man atop him now ground his hips rhythmically
into Gregory's firm buttocks in a pleasing contrast of black on white.
There seemed to be four or five men waiting in line, in case Gregory's ass
needed more attention after this first basting.  Knowing Gregory, he'd
probably take them all on.

	Next, we encountered the male plastic liquor-dispensing statue.  I
stuck its smooth, white dick into my mouth and fondled the phallus, seeking
the marble inside that would release its nectar.  I squeezed it, and a
fiery shot of whiskey poured into my mouth.  Nicholas, observing my action,
followed suit, slightly choking with surprise at the intensity of his
reward.

	"Good stuff, huh," I laughed.

	He grinned.  "Not as good as what comes out of yours."

	We moved on.  We'd encountered several dozen guys in the labyrinth
so far.  Some, we recognized by their tats as friends, and gave a pat on
the ass or a cock squeeze in greeting as we passed.  Others, we had no idea
of their identity.  What struck me, though, was the consistent fitness and
attractiveness of all the men's bodies.  I could not readily tell even the
age group of the men.  Being selective in choosing partners might prove to
be less easy than Nicholas and I had anticipated.  I might wind up giving
that "mercy fuck" without realizing it!

	Nicholas stopped, and I bumped into his smooth, solid butt.  "Hey,
I know where we are," he whispered.  "There's a little room over there.  If
it's open, we could use that to play in."  He grasped my dick gently and
led me to the right and around a corner.  But then he stopped.  Two other
figures stood in the way, just outside the entrance to the small alcove.
They looked us over inquisitively, and I saw the gleaming white teeth of
the nearer one, with short, brown hair, as this mouth broke into a grin.
We stood still a moment, Nicholas unconsciously massaging my growing dick.

	"What luck," the guy drawled.  "You two are exactly who I was
hoping would come by."  His buddy stepped up beside him and laid his hand
familiarly across his shoulder.  "You want to come inside and play with us
for a while?"

	Damn, I knew that voice.  It was xxxx xxxx, the film actor stud
we'd seen on the terrace earlier.

	"Yes!" whispered Nicholas in my ear, in case I had any doubts on
that score.

	In response, we moved toward the two men, Nicholas releasing my
boner as he stepped up to the actor stud.  I drew near the darker-haired
man, who took hold of my handle and pulled me close against him.

	"Nice!" he said, and then planted his lips on mine and inserted his
warm, slick tongue into the slot.

	Damnation!  From that one word, I recognized his voice, too.  It
was xxxx xxxx, another top draw male screen heart-throb.  Now two of the
top five "Sexiest men alive," according to media polls, embraced me and
Nicholas, each with his tongue halfway down our throats and a hand around
our engorging cocks.

	Since these are famous celebrities, I can't blow their cover-though
I blew their cocks-and I'll nickname them.  My guy for the moment will be
Jack, and the brown- haired dude will be Joe.  I seemed to recall that they
had appeared in a movie together a couple of years ago.  Every woman in
America, and half the men, creamed their pants imagining what these guys
looked like naked.  (Well, we'd seen a tantalizing sample of skin on the
big screen, including both their asses.) Now Nicholas and I knew the rest
of the story, and were impressed.  These men were hung!

	Jack obviously worked out.  He was an inch or so shorter than me,
but he had strong shoulders and a big, well-padded chest, with very little
hair.  There was a treasure trail from navel to springy black pubes.  His
dick was at half-mast, and already thick.  His thighs were muscular, larger
than mine, and he had nicely formed calves, too.  I was enjoying sweet
breath, a strong tongue, and excellent dental work as he probed my oral
cavity.  I'm no wuss, though-I pressed back with my own strong tongue, and
we dueled good-naturedly, sharing the dominant role.

	Jack pulled back to look intently into my eyes with his own big
browns.  "Joe was right-you're quite a find!"

	I found out later that Jack and Joe had become lovers while they
were filming together.  Jack was in his late 20's, Joe in his thirties, and
they had not met at The Association, but their director on the film, also a
member and having done his homework, dropped the news that they were both
members, and they'd been porking one another on the sly ever since.  But
what they both liked, as so many macho guys do, was to get their asses
fucked!  After a little making out in the corridor, they pulled Nicholas
and me into the niche they had found, slid the false wall over, and pulled
us atop them on the padded platform inside.

	It was about the size of a double bed, rounded at the corners to
save our shins in the darkness.  But there were half a dozen candles lit on
small shelves high on the walls, which were entirely covered in mirrors.
In the center of the ceiling, a recessed bulb shone, illuminating the bed
itself in low light.  And the ceiling itself was mirrored, too.

	I pulled my mask off and dropped it beside the bed.  Jack took the
hint and removed his, too, smiling coyly at me, since he wasn't sure I had
recognized him yet.  I made no comment, but resumed kissing him.  When I
glanced to my right, Nicholas and Joe were out of their masks, too.
Nicholas was nibbling on Joe's Adam's apple, and Joe was grinning.  I began
nibbling my way downward, too.

	Jack's eyes were glued to the ceiling, staring at my evenly tanned
backside as I worked on his chest with my lips, tongue, and teeth.  I spent
time on each tit, and dallied over his navel, too.  Soon enough, I was
lipping his pubes, and his eight inch dick was poking my throat.  It was
thick, smooth, straight, and cut, a nice big head capping it off.  I opened
wide and slid it all the way in smoothly.  That seemed to let the air out
of Jack's lungs.  When he inhaled, he reached around to stroke my abdomen.

       "Turn around," he gasped.

       I swiveled, maintaining my mouth-to-cock contact.  He grabbed my
thigh and guided me over him until my knees straddled his face.  At that
point, my long dick just naturally slid an inch or two into his mouth.  He
gently worked the head of it while I deep-throated his cock, for ten
minutes or so.  His hands caressed my balls and ass and milked at my shaft.

	Sensing movement beside us, I glanced over to see Nicholas pulling
Joe's feet over his shoulders.  In another moment, he was sliding his big
rod into Joe's ass.  I figured Jack would be wanting the same very soon.  I
sat back on his face, planting my rosebud smack on his lips, and I pulled
his knees up, too, rotating his hips around so that I could eat out his
butt while he worked on mine.  I found him to be more than happy to oblige.
But I couldn't help but grin and shake my head.  God damn!  Xxxx xxxx's
tongue was stuck up my asshole!  OK, enough of being star-struck.  He was a
hot guy, but still, just a guy.  And I could never even brag of having
fucked him!

	Now I noticed Joe also intently studying the mirror overhead,
admiring Nicholas' muscular, lean ass clenching over his own midsection,
and enjoying the sight of my tongue probing his bud's asshole as well.  I
worked in plenty of saliva.  When I was satisfied with my preparations, I
raised myself off of Jack's face, moved around beside Nicholas, holding
Jack's knees up all the way, and settled Jack's ass onto my steel-hard
pole.  It slid right in, all the way to the pubes, dragging the PA ring a
bit.  Again, Jack's lungs deflated with pleasure as he forgot to breathe
for a moment.  The two men on bottom looked over at one another and smiled
conspiratorially.  I had the feeling that their game plan was working for
them perfectly.

	I leaned over and kissed Nicholas, an act that was not lost on our
two pussy-boys, watching from below.

	"Take your time, make it last," I whispered.  Nicholas nodded, then
shrugged as if to say, "Well, I'll do what I can."  I chuckled.  We hardly
needed to talk anymore, we knew one another's body language so well.  These
asses were tight and slick, and they invited lusty humping and quick
ejaculation.  We would have to pace ourselves to satisfy them.  Not used to
the tug of the cock jewelry, I was receiving additional sensations at the
end of my dick that would make it even harder to resist ejaculating.

	Joe was quite the extrovert, very vocal under Nicholas'
ministrations.  My buddy was slamming his ass hard, and he moaned and
groaned and begged for more of it.  Jack grinned up at me, and into the
overhead mirror, stroking my thighs as I banged his ass.  Occasionally he
also let out an "Ahhhh! Yeah!" as I impacted his prostate especially
pleasingly.  He looked over at Joe, grimacing in ecstasy, and started to
laugh.  I found myself liking both guys immensely, and I wanted to please
them.

	Just then, I saw a flicker of light INSIDE the mirror!  Shit, I
haven't drunk that much, I thought.  Then-duhh-the realization.  It's a
two-way mirror!  Someone on the other side flicked a cig lighter (which we
weren't supposed to have in The Crypt).  It flickered again, and moved
around, illuminating one, two, three...damn, a dozen, naked, shadowy forms
on the other side.  We had a fuckin' audience!

	Did Jack and Joe know about that?  Would they have taken their
masks off if they did?  Should we tell them?

	Rule number one of fucking is, don't interrupt your partner with
crap that will mess up his concentration and enjoyment, and that he doesn't
really need to know.  I decided this was not need-to-know, and kept
fucking.  But I cut my eyes over at Nicholas.  He gave me a sly smile and
flicked his eyes at the mirror ahead.  He saw it, too.  It was show-time.
We would get to do a little bragging about who we were fucking after all!

	By easing off at intervals, we were able to keep up our stud work
for twenty minutes in that position.  Then, we flipped the men onto their
knees, and worked them that way for another fifteen.  Joe collapsed, and
Jack followed suit, and we gave them ten minutes fucking them flat on the
mattress.  Finally, Nicholas, sweat dripping onto Joe's back, announced,
"Fuck, man, I gotta blow."  He began to pump his seed into Joe's ass, and I
immediately responded with a flood of my own into Jack's gut.  We were so
worked up, just pumping out the jizz took several minutes.  These guys
would be dripping anally the rest of the night.  We fell atop them, slid
off in the sweat, and lay beside our partners, four naked, wet, spent men
in a row.

There was a barrage of tapping on the mirror above our heads.  Joe and Jack
looked up, grinning, and waved.

       "Sorry, guys, maybe we should have told you about that little aspect
of this room," laughed Jack.

       "Don't worry about it," Nicholas answered, with relief in his voice.

        I was on the end, and Jack's strong arm fell across my chest and
drew me up close to him.  Joe hit a button somewhere on the side of the
platform, and the overhead light went out.  We rested, wordless, for
fifteen minutes or so, as men like to do after intense sex.

       "We have a big, comfortable suite upstairs, you know," Jack said
after a while, raising up on his elbow.  "You guys finished down here, or
do you need to do a bit more socializing?"

       "They need to socialize, dork," his buddy answered for us.  "Got to
get ready for the big auction, you know.

       "But afterward," he continued, "come up and spend the rest of the
night with us, OK?  302.  Much more comfortable than your little room, and
they'll let you sleep where you want tonight, and stay in late in the
morning.  We'll be there after another hour and half ourselves, but if you
get there first, just hop in the bed.  We know how to make a guy glad we
woke him."

       We agreed, and after lingering good-bye kisses, we slipped out into
the dark labyrinth to meet more prospects, while our new friends lay in
their lair waiting for more long, thick top-cock.