Date: Sat, 7 Jul 2007 18:39:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: kevin Donovan <letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: the association, chapter 23, gay male college

THE ASSOCIATION

CHAPTER 23

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CONTINUATION


	None of the others knew anything about our quiet conversation on
the jet.  They were all fucking away boisterously nearby, but they
respected our privacy as we were clearly intent on making love with one
another.  Besides, Nicholas and I always spoke French to each other, so
that, depending on who was nearby, we generally had a more-or- less private
language.  By the time we landed, our tears were dried up. We had
recollected ourselves, and we were ready to face our friends with chins up.

	Upon touch-down, a Farm van took us down the mountainside to the
house.  We were the last of the slaves to return, and we slipped quietly
into the dormitory floor and off to our rooms.  I could never have
imagined, a couple of months earlier, that I would be relieved and happy to
get back to that little room!  There was nothing to unpack, and we knew the
morning run would be upon us quickly.  Nicholas and I fell asleep in one
another's arms.

	We jumped right back into the regular routine of The Farm.  If
anything, we were driven to be even more serious about our study and
training, since we had missed a few days for the special event.  The
weekend came quickly-end of our ninth week!-and our activity was even more
strenuous than usual, a geo-cache quest covering the whole Association
forest, buck naked, and at night.  Each of us had a head-strap flashlight.
The leader (me, by acclamation) carried the satellite receiver, and my
assistant (Nicholas) had a wrist compass with chronometer and portable
radio for any emergency.  William carried a small first-aid kit and served
as medic.  Our race was against the clock.  We had five objects to locate
and retrieve, and all night to do it.  But the class of four years previous
had set the record, at four hours, thirty-seven minutes, and 49 seconds.
That would be tough to beat, but we were determined.  Goals were not only
speed, but also teamwork and survival: every one of us had to return at the
same time with the five "treasures" in order for our time to count.

	I came to appreciate the invention of shoes pretty quickly, because
we didn't have any.  That was the biggest handicap we experienced.  Most of
us would be hobbling noticeably for the week to come.  We had to help one
another maneuver over rocks and up steep slopes and across streams.
Fortunately, we had a full moon, but then, the trees blocked off its light
much of the time.  The five objects were about as far from one another as
they could be.  They were, in order: a rolled-up scroll, with a verse on it
about opportunity; an extra, larger flashlight, with a verse on leadership;
a photograph of our class (naked, of course), in a zip-lock bag, with a
verse on brotherhood; a small trophy, with a verse on excellence; and a
pair of joined rings, with a verse on loyalty.  Along the way, we also
encountered the yellow coolers full of water (no cups) and, at one point, a
box of granola bars.

	We were doing great until, while climbing a steep hillside toward
the fourth prize, Elijah slipped on loose leaves and fell backward,
twisting his ankle.  We left William and Patrick to attend him while we
went on up the hill to claim the prize.  But we could not plant them along
the route back home to pick up at the end, because we did not know where we
would be coming from at that time.  We had to drag Elijah along with us.
We took turns carrying him "horseback" for the remainder of the quest.
There were some other injuries that slowed us down, too: almost everyone
had some sort of foot pain, and there were several cuts on legs or arms.
Lukas slipped on gravel and got a large scrape on his butt.  Everyone
gamely trotted on, though, and we maintained a high morale through the
night. Nicholas kept us abreast of the time, and we had hopes of breaking
the record.

	By the fifth treasure, we knew it would be close.  It would all
depend on how quickly we could get back to the house.  If we took the
running trail, which we knew well, we would move faster, but have to travel
significantly further, and our total time could not exceed the speed with
which one of us ran with Elijah on his back, since the timer did not stop
until the last man crossed the finish line.  But if we crossed the
mountain, we would have rough terrain to cover, and we would have to guess
at the route, since there was no trail, and it was not actually familiar to
us.  We decided to gamble on the second plan, since we were carrying an
injured man.  We strung out in a line, with me and Nicholas in the lead,
then Lawrence, presently carrying Elijah, so that we could pass him down
the line without slowing too much or losing track of where he and his ride
were.

	All went well until we came to a large rock impeding our way.  To
the right, a natural crevice in the hillside made for easier going, it
seemed, to wrap around the rocky outcrop and bend back toward The Farm.  To
the left, there was a short, steep climb and then, I thought, a straighter
shot back to the house.  I opted for it, and for the first time, was
second-guessed by members of my team.

	William, Matthew and Taylor, Alan and Jonathan, and David and
Phillip wanted to take the "low road."  They were earnest in their
conviction that it would be quicker, because it looked easier.  Time spent
dickering was time wasted.  I asserted my authority.

	"Look, guys, you elected me leader.  I say take the left.  I think
it is quicker.  But if I'm wrong, this one is on me.  The main thing is, we
have to keep moving.  Trust me?"  There was a moment of silence.

      Then William spoke. "Left it is.  And it's on me, too."  In that way,
weeks of companionship, trust-building, and man-sex between two alpha males
paid its dividend.  The others complied without a whimper, and off we
climbed.

      For those first thirty yards, it was rough going.  But after that, we
encountered a clearing, and a water run-off crease that led us downward
toward the main trail.  We made good time.

      Lights were on at the entryway to the Farm house, and all the staff
were gathered there, waving encouragement and checking the timer Adam held.
Adam's smile told me, even from a distance, we had a chance.  He nodded in
my direction and gestured sharply to pick up the pace.  We poured it on.
David was carrying Elijah now.  He was not our fastest runner, but the war
horse of the group, and his burden scarcely slowed him at all.  Nicholas
and I crossed the line, and whirled to watch the others.  Several were
arm-in- arm, helping one another in the final sprint.  All were panting,
many limping.  We held up our five treasures as David, with Elijah,
barreled past Adam, whose grin widened.

      "Four hours---thirty-SIX minutes-and eleven seconds!  A new record!"

      All erupted in cheers, body-slams, and hugs, ending in a tangled pile
of bare male limbs on the lawn.  You'd have thought we had won the
Superbowl.  Our class had won a place in history, however brief, and that
naked photo of us would go into a case in the Club Room for all members to
see and envy, until some other class found a way to best us.

      It was past two in the morning, almost time for our usual rising.
But the new day would be Sunday, and we slept in late, for us, until eight
o'clock.  Sunday afternoon's activity was to be a Polo match.  Let the
horses do the running for a change!

****

      After breakfast, some of the men went for a swim, while others went
fishing, or golfing, and some just lolled about on the terrace or the lawn.
Eight of us, including Nicholas and me, went down to the massage room to do
a massage exchange for our aching muscles.  Instead of pairing off, we
decided to have all seven work on one, in rotation.  Man!  What an amazing
experience!  In just twenty minutes per man, we all got incredible
relaxation and stimulation to keep the blood flowing in those stressed
muscles.  The last five minutes consisted of one man sucking cock while six
massaged, and five minutes was all it took for any of us to experience a
sperm-blasting happy ending to our massage.

      I sucked off Wayne, who had once been one of my regulars coming by to
practice technique on my cock, but I had not yet returned the favor.  He
had a nice, tasty, seven- inch unit, and it was good to give him pleasure.
Michael was the one who took my load, but that was not unusual for
him-almost all the men had sucked me off on a regular basis, beginning with
that week I spent recuperating from the river incident.

      We went to lunch feeling much better.  Polo started at 2:00, and
after lunch, we took comforters out onto the grassy lawn to lie around.  It
wasn't long, of course, before several couples were enjoying one another's
bodies.  Nicholas and I, for once, just watched, and made out a bit.  The
sexual intimacy around us was impressive and even touching.  On one side, a
four-way between Elijah (whose ankle was just fine as long as he was lying
down receiving sexual pleasures), Trevor, Ezekiel, and Stanley gave both of
us instant boners to watch.  On the other side, Michael was humping Peter,
and Lukas was sitting on Paul's rod, while Anthony and Layne did 69 on each
other, and Gregory sucked his partner Lawrence's cock.

      "Nicholas," I said, my eyes fastened on Lukas lifting his hips from
Paul's lap, so that Paul's hard cock emerged, glistening, from his
butt-hole, to disappear again as Lukas lowered himself, "I'm going to break
it off with Stephanie when we get back home."

      Nicholas was silent, but glanced up to take in my expression.

      "I have to do it in person, and kindly," I continued, "after all,
she's been good to me, and I do like her a lot.  I just realize I don't
LOVE her, that's all, not the way it ought to be.  I need to set her free
to find that kind of love for herself."

      Nicholas still did not respond verbally, but I saw a tiny smile on
the edges of his lips.  He lay his head on my thigh and took my dick into
his mouth.  I leaned back on my elbows to enjoy the ride, and experimented
with silence of my own.

      After a few minutes, William came up and squatted beside us.  He
seemed to have something to say.  I waited for him to speak.

      "Douglas, some of the guys....some of the guys think there is a thing
between me and you."

      William was not our most articulate group member. He had to be helped
along sometimes.

      "A thing?  Like...?"

      "I mean a contest or something.  Like we're up against one another,
or something."

      "Oh.  Well, is there?"

      "No, that's it.  I say there isn't, but they don't believe me.  They
think we're in competition or something, to be leaders of the outfit.  I
think we need to tell them together, you and me, that we are friends and
not going against each other."

      "William, I have just the solution, my man.  Make me your bitch."

      "Do what?"

      "Fuck me right here on the lawn in front of everyone.  Get on top of
me and make me have your baby, bro."

      William scratched his head in wonder.  "I've done that plenty of
times," he began.

      "Yes, but the guys don't know it.  You yielded to me last night, and
I appreciate it big time.  They saw that.  But if they see me yield to you,
they will know that we accept one another as equals."

      William stood over me, balls swinging gently.  His dick was beginning
to plump up, so I knew he was thinking about it.  Finally, he broke into a
grin.

      "Well, even in this, you're in charge, huh?  But that's OK.  I get to
enjoy your sweet ass, and show off a little.  Sure, man, let's get at it."

      Nicolas rolled off to the side, and William moved in between my legs,
lying atop me.  We talked a bit more quietly, as he caressed my nipple and
wiggled his pelvis against my equipment.  He was fully hard.  I pulled my
feet up and crossed my ankles above his buttocks.  I felt his big, spongy
cock-head at my sphincter.  Dry, it pressed in slowly, picking up some
moisture on the first several strokes.  I felt first, and then saw the
other guys looking, then moving in our direction.  Before long, almost the
whole class was gathered around, watching William have his way with me,
watching me give myself to him.  He seemed to fuck me for a long time, as
the others watched.  Nicholas lay beside me, giving me his conspiratorial
smile.  William came loudly and dramatically in my ass.  We kissed.  He
pulled out and stood, grinning, his dick dripping with cum.  Several guys
clapped him on the shoulders and walked away with him, complimenting him on
his lusty style.  Others held back near me and Nicholas, a couple of them
tending my sweat and semen-covered body parts with small towels.

      "That was cool, Douglas," was all anyone said.