Date: Sat, 24 Mar 2007 14:29:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: kevin Donovan <letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: chapter 18, the association, gay male college

THE ASSOCIATION

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CHAPTER 18

SOCIALIZATION

	Nicholas and I made our way from the not-so-secret chamber and into
the maze of corridors again.  In places, it was pitch dark, and I felt my
friend's hand lightly on my ass as I led the way past several felating or
copulating pairs, triads, and earthworm tangles of male nakedness.  The
tangle was on one of the hassocks under an azure spotlight, and it seemed
to include half a dozen men of several age groups, apparently getting along
just fine.  There was a butt cheek toward the bottom of the pile that I
recognized as belonging to Jason because of the tattoo.  I gave his foot-I
think it was Jason's-a squeeze as we passed, and I heard a grunt in reply.

	One or two individuals also passed us, squinting intently.  Not
interested at the moment, we scurried past them, and they moved on.

	When we came to the female liquor-dispensing sculpt, both of us
took a big swig from her moist pussy.

	"Best I've had," commented Nicholas.  "Not fishy or pissy at all."

	I laughed.  I used to like pussy-lapping, and maybe I would again.
But it would take one hell of a clit to really satisfy my oral desires
after all the nice cock I'd sucked that summer!  And I'd like it a whole
lot better if I, or some guy, had planted a big load of man cum up there
for me to suck out.

	I felt a light buzz coming back on, and off I went again, still
grinning.  Nicholas' hands were now on my shoulders, and occasionally his
thick, meaty member pressed against my backside tantalizingly when I slowed
to let someone pass or choose a turn.

	We had no idea now where we were.  Suddenly, there was a violet
light ahead.  We stepped out into one of the open space within the maze,
where perhaps two dozen naked men crowded one another, chatting, fondling
one another, and watching a major orgy going on under the spotlight, on a
large, round platform.

	Damn.  There were eight or ten guys up there in various postures,
fucking away at one another.  At one point, they made a fuck-chain of five
men.  Every decade from teens (us) to seventies was represented, all in
exceedingly fine condition.  Nicholas and I stopped to watch for a few
minutes.  He shyly took hold of my hand, something he had never done
before.  I felt slightly self-conscious for a moment, despite the fact that
men were fucking other men right before our eyes.  What was holding hands
compared to that!  But somehow, it seemed more personal, more intimate,
more affectionate.  That's it- affectionate!  Men can fuck right and left
with wild abandon, then blush at a light kiss or the touch of a hand.  How
full of shit we are!  I grasped Nicholas' hand firmly, to let him know I
liked it.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his sweet little grin, and
noticed his chest heave a bit.  My heart lurched.  I turned and kissed him
ferociously, full on the lips.  I wrapped my arms around his muscular
shoulders and planted a big, deep, wet one on him.  His dick sprang up,
hard, and pressed my abdomen.  Pulling back, I gazed into his warm,
wonderful brown eyes, wide with wonder.  My lips were soundless, but I knew
the smile around my mouth below the mask said, "I love you, Fucker."  I
drew him to me and wrapped my arm around his waist, and his found mine.

	Men nearby had stopped looking at the raw sex under the light, and
were watching us intently and respectfully.  The sex scene before us was
winding down in a shower of cum.  Dicks were pulling out, wet and red, from
gaping assholes.

       I became aware that a circle of men now surrounded us, as if we were
the center of attention.  It felt very strange.  Several were whispering
asides to friends nearby.  I was about to tug Nicholas away, when one man
stepped toward me.  He was about six feet tall, maybe in his forties, hard
to tell, most of his body shaved, but perfectly tanned and very fit.  He
came between Nicholas and me to speak.

       "Some of us saw you two take on those movie stars in the booth.
Very hot show.  What do you say about letting some of us in on the action?
Up for another round?  Or would you like to let a few of us do the work on
you for a change?"

       I tried to look through Nicholas' mask to see the expression
beneath.  For myself, I felt conflicted.  On the one hand, this guy, and
several others behind him, were very well-put-together men.  On the other
hand-God-he was the age of my father.  I wondered if they knew one another,
if he even knew who I was and desired my body anyway.  It seemed a little
creepy.  I wasn't that far beyond jail-bait to this guy, particularly in my
own mind.  Still, that uncut dick of his was ram-rod stiff, pointing at my
thigh....I drew Nicholas to the side a step or two and whispered.

       "Shit, man, I don't know.  What have we gotten into down here?
Should we just run for it?"

	"No, I don't think so.  I think it's time to pay our dues, Bud.  If
we want to get anyone to bid on us tomorrow-or is it today now-we've got to
let them know we're good sports.  They're nice guys.  They're hot as hell.
Let's take a few of 'em on, and then we can sneak out.

	"Besides," (I could almost feel him smiling underneath his mask
now), "I'm getting horny again.  I need to get fucked!  Especially by that
dark-haired stud with the huge tool over there."

	That's my Nicholas.  He'd already picked out which cock he wanted
up his ass first.  Well, what the fuck, I thought.  At least this time it
would be both of us pulling the train together.

	Nicholas took my hand and led me toward the light, shining now onto
an empty platform.

	"Wait a sec," said the fellow who had become our suitors'
spokesman.  "Check this out."

	He moved over to a corner of the partition and groped around on the
wall for a second.  Finding a switch, he flipped it, and we heard a
whirring sound above.  Two leather-and-chain slings descended from the
shadows above into the lighted area.  They were joined at the head, facing
opposite directions.

	Nicholas wasted no time in climbing into the closer apparatus,
spreading his legs to offer his succulent ass to the group of men.  I moved
around to the other side and settled into the other seat.  That put our
heads right next to one another.  We could easily talk, and by leaning over
a bit, kiss.

	I felt a warm hand caress my thigh, and looked down.  The spokesman
dude had hopped up on the platform between my legs, and he clearly intended
to be my first client.

       "I'm Franco," he said, as he slid a large finger-full of goo into my
asshole.

       "Douglas."

       Mask or no mask, I could tell that Franco was leering at me as his
eyes swept over my naked body, now bathed in light, my legs splayed open
welcoming him.  His left hand grasped my right ankle, and he moved in,
large, swollen cock leading the way, the fingers of his right hand grazing
my calf and thigh provocatively.  Man, I was in for a basting, and I knew
it.  The other men gathered around to watch as Nicholas and I submitted
ourselves to their raw, carnal urges, one after the other.

       I heard Nicholas grunt, and I deduced that he had been entered.  I
couldn't see who his stud was, but I hoped it was the one he'd selected.  I
didn't have time to dwell on it, though, because immediately Franco slid
his thick phallus up my chute in a single stroke.  I gasped, held my
breath, and grimaced as he withdrew, then shoved in again, twice.  Damn.
He was showing no mercy, intent upon dominating me and taking his pleasure
off of my compliant flesh.

       I felt that familiar sensation of tearing flesh, as if my asshole
was getting ripped wide open, and that equally familiar dull, deep
sensation of bliss as Franco seemed to "hit bottom" in my bowel.  The
first, painful one quickly subsided, and the pleasurable one grew with each
stroke.  Franco plunged into me with force and escalating speed, and I
closed my eyes to give myself over to the experience.  I felt wetness
around my left big toe and opened my eyes a crack.  Another man was
standing beside and behind Franco, his hands on Franco's hips as if to urge
him on, his mouth engulfing my foot.  My eyes closed again so that the wet
tongue, dragging teeth, and nibbling lips of the stranger on my toes and
the arch of my foot became part of the rhapsody of sensation I felt in
being fucked by this virile, lusty man.  When a second mouth went to work
on my right foot, and a third, then a fourth took up duties on my tits and
navel, I didn't even open my eyes anymore.  I simply absorbed the pleasure.
Hands, an uncounted number of them, caressed and massaged my legs,
buttocks, and torso.

       Never in my life had I been worked over so elegantly and thoroughly.
When Franco's cock swelled up even thicker, and his panting deep thrusts
indicated that he was shooting his semen into my gut, he slacked just for a
moment, then his cock slid out only to be replaced by another as large and
as hard and as insistent as his had been.  The licking and caressing
continued as the men rotated around to assume new locations.  Above my
head, I heard another man's deep, guttural cries of ejaculation.  Nicholas
was getting his first cum-load, too.

       While the third man was cumming inside me, I came, too, in large
spurts across my chest.  Now the mouths working on my chest vacuumed up all
my ejaculate, and one gently cleaned up my cock, too.  I opened my eyes to
watch them lick on my stomach, and my third stud-hoss lifted his mask and
gave me a wink.  It was Evan, the hot guy who drove me to The Farm back at
the beginning of the summer.  Damn.  He fucked me and I almost didn't know
it was him.  After that, one or the other man was working on my dick pretty
much all the time, as the third Evan's sleek cock slid out of me and was
replaced by a fourth, and then a fifth.

       "One more and we quit," panted Nicholas beside my ear.

       "Yeah.  And how do we do that?  I'm not sure I can move."

       "Just tell, 'em.  'No" means NO, remember?"

       Number six was sliding into me as he spoke.  I raised up my head and
caught his eye.

       "You're the last, OK?  We gotta have a break."

       He nodded, and started thrusting into my now loose and compliant
rectum.  Amazing how I could still enjoy the feeling of him after five
others before him.  In fact, I really wanted this pleasure never to stop.
But I had enough sense about me to know that we'd had enough at this point
and needed to clean up and reassess the situation before we got hurt.

       The man let loose with an abundant stream of cum within me, crying
out triumphantly as he let loose his baby-lotion.  Then, the area went
strangely quiet.  I took a deep breath and opened my eyes.  I could see
just the backsides of a couple of men retreating down the passageway.
Otherwise, Nicholas and I were alone.

       "You OK, Buddy?"

       "Yeah.  Wow.  OK is not the word."  Nicholas chuckled.

       "Can you move?"  I wasn't at all sure I could.

       "We'd better, or another line will form in a couple of minutes."
Sure enough, a man sauntered into the room, looking puzzled at our long,
nude bodies dangling from the slings.  We began struggling out of our
straps.

       My legs almost gave way as my feet hit the smooth, cool floor.  I
felt a tablespoon of semen slip out of my asshole and begin to slide down
the inside of my thigh.  We'd need a shower, and soon.

       As we stood, leaning against one another for support, the stranger
moved on, but someone else appeared to be lingering nearby.  It was Franco,
with another man at his side-the one Nicholas had selected.  I had to
admit, he was a real beauty, late thirties.

       "Where would you like to go?  We'll help get you there."

       "Well, we... I think..."

       "Jack and Joe's suite?  I thought so.  Don't worry, we know where it
is.  By the way, we saw your little performance with them earlier.  They're
playing with a couple of your friends on the other side at the moment, but
they'll be up to bed before long, and they'll be very pleased to find you
two in it."

       Nicholas' guy put an arm around him, and Franco put an arm around
me, and they helped/led us through the maze.  In moments we were in an
elevator, not the public one, but a freight elevator, which took us right
up to a couple of doors down from Suite 302.

       Two young men about our own age, in the uniform of resort staff, met
us in the hallway and insisted on taking over from there.  Reluctantly,
Franco and friend (later identified as James) got back into the elevator,
while the two staffers led us into 302.  They did not seem at all surprised
to have us show up there, and asked no questions except, "How about a
shower?"

       We nodded gratefully, and they led us through the large, posh living
room into an equally lavish bedroom with a huge, luxuriously made-up bed.
Beyond that was a marble bathroom, containing a huge shower with multiple
shower-heads.

       One attendant led us in, turned on and adjusted the water, while the
other lingered in the bedroom.  As we stepped into the shower, he joined
us, now buck naked.  The first man exited to return in half a minute in the
same condition.  They entered the shower with us and began to work on our
bodies with natural sponges and fine, non-soapy body cleansers.  Water
coursed over all of us from several directions.  The two boys lavished
attention on ever cell of our bodies, but this time we didn't even get
hard-we were so used to giving one another such services, we had no sense
of modesty about it whatsoever.  When they were finished, including hosing
out our anuses, they carefully and gently dried us and led us back out into
the bedroom, where we now noticed two massage tables opposite the bed.
Each of us was helped onto one of them, and the staffers went to work on
our bodies again, this time using scented oils and their own strong, agile
hands.

       Our arms hung down at our sides.  Apparently, Nicholas couldn't help
it-when his masseur was working on his shoulders from above, Nicholas swung
his arms forward and grasped the young man's equipment, massaging and
working it gently.  The rod sprang up obligingly into a nice seven-inch
boner.  But the fellow leaned down and spoke quietly into Nicholas' ear.

       "We can't have sex, you know, we're staff."

       Nicholas nodded, but continued his manipulating.

       "Just playing around.  No sex."

       And he continued to do that whenever the hot young masseur's unit
was within in reach, which seemed to be a lot.

       The boys took an hour working on us.  At last, they pulled us up off
the tables and led us over to the huge bed, where they tucked us into the
satiny sheets.

       "Where you guys off to?" Nicholas asked.

       "To the linen room," his new friend answered, grinning "to fuck my
buddy's lights out."  They gathered their uniforms, but left, sniggering
and peeking around corners to make sure no one was watching, naked and
hard.

       I was asleep before the door closed.  I don't know how long we
rested.  But the next thing I knew, a tongue was sliding down my throat and
a hard cock was pressing against my navel.  Our movie stars had come home.