Date: Sat, 11 Aug 2007 04:32:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: kevin Donovan <letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: chapter 27 the association gay male college

THE ASSOCIATION

CHAPTER 27

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describing sex between adult males.  If that offends you, if you are
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EMBARKATION

	The return trip to our respective universities was the reverse of
the one that brought us to The Farm.  My planeload fell silent and
reflective, unable to converse much over the drone of the jet engines
anyway.  I leaned my head against the bulwark, closed my eyes, and thought
about the previous night, the last one for Nicholas and me at The Farm, and
our brave but solemn farewell.

	Our lovemaking had a deliberate quality about it.  Whereas, we
generally just fell onto the sheets and grabbed one another, making for a
very spontaneous and lusty round of unrestrained sex, until we had
exhausted all four of our testicles (more if others joined us), this time,
our movements were almost choreographed, and we savored every touch.
First, I made tender, passionate love to Nicholas.  We kissed for twenty
minutes.  Then, I began to tongue my way down his body.  I nibbled his
Adam's apple and licked his throat and ears.  I sucked each of his tits,
bit on them, and massaged his pecs.  I slid my tongue down the middle of
his abdomen and into his navel.  Then, though his big cock throbbed and
dripped, begging for my attention, I swiveled around to work up from the
other end.  I sucked and licked between his sexy, clean toes, and nibbled
up the arches of his feet to his ankles.  I worked on the backs of his
knees.  In response, he reached up and grabbed my scrotum and played with
it gently while I painted his inner thighs with my tongue.

	I pulled his legs back so that I could reach his anus and perineum,
and I worked them with my long, wet tongue.  I could hear Nicholas moaning
gently as I licked his asshole and tried to work my tongue into it.  He
relaxed his sphincter, and I was able to get an inch inside, saliva
dripping into his open ring.

	Working my way up the tender skin between asshole and balls, I
licked and sucked, soon enough drawing one, and then the other, of his
large balls into my warm mouth.  I've always thought this is the very
pinnacle of male trust-to let another man hold one's testicles within the
circle of his teeth.

	At last, the thick tower of blood-stiffened flesh could be ignored
no longer.  I took the large head of my mate's phallus into my mouth and
rotated my tongue slowly around it.  As always, the taste was sublime.  A
little bead of pre-cum hinted at the flavor to come, if I were to persist
with this oral activity very much longer.  Again, Nicholas moaned and
sighed, and I felt the air from his lungs wash over my balls and ass,
hanging above his face.  He tickled my scrotum delicately.

	I reached for the lube tube beside the bed.  A dribble of the cool
goo oozed onto his anal pucker, and my finger gently smoothed it on, and
wiggled some inside the opening.

	The urge to take him head on came over me.  I swiveled around and
lay directly upon his body, so evenly and beautifully matched with mine.
His legs spread to allow my hips to slant between his thighs.  My tongue
returned to his mouth to find his own tongue eager to meet mine, I felt his
thighs rise as his feet slid up beside my legs.  My hard, long dick,
pressed at first against his crotch, seemed of its own volition to slide
between his legs and seek the entry to his bowel.  I felt the tip of it
prod at his rectum.  Then, smoothly, it slid into its familiar home, as
Nicholas' legs rose even higher.

	I began to thrust my hips, first slowly, then gradually increasing
in both tempo and strength.  Nicholas eyes closed, and his face assumed an
expression of eager bliss.  I continued to nibble around his lips, throat,
and ears as I drove deep within him.

	That night, I felt I could fuck my friend forever.  I could cum, or
not cum, according to my will.  After ten minutes, I let him know this:
"Just tell me when," I whispered.  Nicholas nodded, a small, tender smile
on his beautiful face.

	I felt moisture coagulate into small beads of sweat on my muscular
shoulders, then run over my shoulder blades to the rivulet of my spine.  In
the small of my back, it seemed a tiny pool of it formed, sloshed by the
rhythmic movement of my strong, rounded buttocks, rising and falling over
Nicholas' hips.  A few drips fell from my forehead onto Nicholas' cheeks,
without entering at all into his consciousness or hampering his pleasure in
any way.  Like a machine, I pounded my lover.

	At last, he uttered a single word, "Now," in a low, calm voice.  I
picked up speed just slightly, and again in about a minute and a half, when
I felt the urge to spasm begin to build deep in my groin.  Another minute,
and I hosed my man's insides with great gushes of my own life fluids.  His
anus became slippery with my seed, but I continued to slide in and out,
oozing and dripping, until I was sure I was finished and my mate was well
satisfied.  My torso descended onto his, each wet and slick with our
mingled sweat.  His mouth rose to fetch mine, and we kissed deeply.

	Unable and unwilling to move, we lay like that, my dick still
inserted into his manly holster, for a quarter hour.  At last, we swung our
feet over opposite sides of the bed, rose, and walked slowly, like athletes
after a match, to the showers.  Three or four other couples were there, for
the same purpose, washing one another in the intermission between acts of
love.  The cooling water refreshed us, and soon enough, we were lip- locked
under the sluicing stream like our friends, our hands stroking smoothly
over one another's wet, clean flesh.

	After drying one another, we returned to our room, fingers
entwined.  There, Nicholas led me to the bed and crawled on top of me,
performing the same act of love upon me as I had done for him earlier,
except that he began with my toes and worked his way upward.  Since his
long, fleshy cock dangled right above my nose, I could not resist taking it
into my mouth and playing with it while he sucked and licked my toes and
feet.  Later, as he bent over my midsection eating out my ass and licking
under my balls, I could reach his ass, too, with my tongue and lips.  But
mostly, I just enjoyed the undivided attentions of my lover.  He brought me
to the edge of ejaculation twice, but intuitively backed off each time.

	When I was nearing the point of no return the third time, Nicholas
turned and lay his chest on mine.  We kissed, and he nibbled my ears,
throat, and tits as I felt his thick, firm penis poking around my crotch
area as his hips shifted.  I drew my feet up, raising my knees.  His right
hand drifted over to the bedside table and returned, gooey, to smear my
anus.  I raised my knees higher and relaxed my sphincter ring, now slick
and ready.  I felt the head of his cock enter me.  It lay still just inside
my ass for only a few seconds, then slid smoothly all the way in.  I sighed
in contentment, thinking with awe how, just three months ago, I had had no
knowledge of this sexual pleasure, yet even on that first night when I had
allowed Nicholas to relieve his pent-up ejaculate in my ass, I had enjoyed
that sensation immensely.  We'd fucked more in three months that lots of
married couples do in three years!

	I guess I had a cryptic smile on my face then, because Nicholas
smiled, too, and said, "What?"

	"You make me happy."

	Then he smiled broader.  He began to slide his dick in and out of
my ass, picking up momentum as the sensation in his own cock and balls
dictated.  Every pass rolled over my pleasure spot, and every thrust "hit
bottom" in my gut.  Nicholas was determined to give me just as long and
hard a fucking as I had given him, but I could tell it was a struggle.  He
paused a time or two in order to pull back from the brink, and he turned
his head to suck my big toe, which dangled beside his cheek, partly to
shift his concentration, I think.  Finally, I had mercy on him.

	"I want to have your baby, Sailor," I said.  "Shoot, it, Stud."

	Immediately, he flooded my gut with sticky fluid, gasping with the
release.  His face was ruddy with exertion and stimulation, and his chest
glistened with new sweat.  He lay his damp head on my shoulder, and I felt
his heaving chest as well as his pulsing cock.  My feet slid down the bed
and entwined with his.

	Again, we lay like this for several minutes as we regained our
composure.  Then, again, we sallied off to the showers, where there were a
couple of different pairs also washing off sweat and semen with us.  This
time, though, we got clean sheets from the linen closet on the hallway and
remade our bed before climbing back in.  We fell asleep in one another's
arms, and were still in the embrace when Dennis rapped on our door for the
final time, at 8:00.

	Incongruously, I felt a warm, wet mouth close over my dick.  As
good as it felt, it did not seem to mesh with my thoughts.  I opened my
eyes, back on the plane, and saw Patrick's head bobbing up and down over my
crotch.

	"Thanks, Bud, but what brought this on?"

	He released my member to speak.  "Well, you've been waving this
stiffie at me the last half hour.  It looked desperately in need of
attention.  I thought I'd help out."

	"Far be it from me to interfere."

	He resumed his task and was rewarded in a few minutes with an
in-flight snack.

	But almost immediately, Owen came down the aisle with the dreaded
announcement: "Time to get dressed, men.  This is a pretty busy airstrip
we're landing at, and folks there are not used to plane-loads of naked men.
Back to the real world, now, sorry!"  He was setting the example by wearing
chinos and skin-tight golf shirt.

	The passenger cabin groaned in chorus.  I think the ones who had
resisted communal nudity and homoeroticism in the beginning groaned
loudest.  But we grudging complied, slipping into cargo shorts and tees or
golf shirts, locating our sandals or flip- flops, all provided earlier as
part of our travel packages by The Association.

	Evan was waiting for us with his Benz, We dropped Matthew off at
his new condo, and then Patrick and I rode together to ours-we were to live
now in the same building, a newly renovated building of loft condos.  Evan
gave each of us a ring of keys, and got out to show us, proudly, our new
digs.

	We went by Patrick's place first, on the third floor, a spacious,
attractively furnished unit with a long balcony along one wall from living
area to bedroom.  His luggage had been delivered and unpacked, everything
neatly put away.  The place was beautifully and expensively furnished.
Even the kitchen was fully equipped.  Patrick was almost teary as we left
him to move on to my unit.

	My new home was on the fourth floor, a different lay-out from
Patrick's but equally roomy and attractive.  Being on the top level, it had
a large patio, as big as the apartment itself, with deck furniture and
potted plants, accessed from both living room and bedroom-and a spa.  The
first thing I noticed was that the balustrade provided privacy from the
waist down-I'd never have to wear clothing out here!  Evan read my mind and
winked at me as I surveyed my new domain.  The place was handsomely,
professionally decorated, in perfect taste.  I had a grin on my face I
thought might be permanent.

	Evan showed me a packet of messaged from The Association on my
desk, explaining that it would contain everything I needed to know.  But he
offered to cover some of the high spots himself, if I'd like.  I definitely
would, and offered him a drink- I'd seen a bar sort of between the living
and dining areas of the open space.  There was even a small icemaker there.
I poured up a couple of single malts, and when I returned to the leather
sofa with them, I found Evan wearing nothing but a mischievous grin, his
few items of clothing neatly draped across a chair arm.  The man did have a
magnificent body.  The hair of his chest was buzzed down neatly like his
goatee.  His beautiful legs were evenly covered in soft, black down.  I set
down my drink, and my own threads hit the floor less neatly than his.  We
leaned back side by side on the comfortable couch, crossed our feet on the
coffee table, and sipped our scotches languidly.

	"So when do I get to start paying for all this?"  I asked.  There,
it was out, the main thing I was concerned about with this crowd.

	"Oh, don't worry, you'll have opportunities enough to show your
appreciation.  But not until you can afford it.  And you WILL be able to
afford it.  You won't pay for your own training and start-up, but you'll
get the chance to help provide someone else's along the way.  But really,
here's one thing you should know: many years ago, The Association made some
extremely good investment decisions.  None of us know now, or ever will,
just how much this outfit is worth today.  It's too complicated.  But what
we can know boggles the mind.  Believe me, money is not our problem."

      Evan went on to explain a few more things about the local set-up.
This condo building belonged to The Association (I figured as much).  Not
all residents were members, but some were.  There would be a welcome party
for me and Patrick within a few days, and we would find out who was who.
Meanwhile, one sheet of paper in my packet would instruct me where and when
to meet the group for exercise, and I'd get a lot more contacts through
that.  My parking space in the garage would have my new Benz in it. (I
fought the impulse to run down there immediately to see it.)  And he
himself would be no more than an hour away, and available by phone anytime,
in case I needed anything while I got acclimated to the new situation.

      I got up to get us a refill, and while I was in the kitchen, my
cell-phone rang, with Nicholas' ring-tone.  He had news: After his
consultation with Adam, the decision had been made to set him up with a
condo at his uni, and he was now moved in.  His was a town house, with a
little enclosed private yard out back with a hot tub.  His "Capri blue" SL
class roadster was parked in the garage behind that.  And he wanted to know
if he could come over for the weekend after next.  As a matter of fact,
yes, he could!

      I told Nicholas that a naked Evan was sitting on my couch waiting for
his second scotch, and he just responded, "Do him, Douglas!"

      "Are you sure?"

      "Yes, I'm sure.  I'd do it in a heartbeat.  Picturing it will give me
some whack-off material until I meet someone to play with here.  Which, I'm
told, is likely to happen by about tomorrow."

      I laughed, and we hung up.

      When I returned to the sofa, I handed Evan his drink.  But instead of
sitting beside him, I straddled his thighs and sat there.  He grinned at
me.  His dick rose, a nice, sleek seven-and-a-half incher.  Damn, those
teeth, those eyes.  That cock.  I leaned down and exchanged a scotchy kiss.

      "Why don't we go check out that bed?  I don't even know if it will be
comfortable yet."

      "It will.  Come on, I'll show you."

      We rose and strolled into the bedroom, where my as-yet-unneeded new
wardrobe had been neatly stored away in drawers and closet.  The bed was
beautifully made with luxurious sheets and duvet.  As we sank into its
depths, I noticed that Evan's boner was already beginning to glisten.  His
strong arms enfolded me, and my lips returned to his.

      I knew I was going to miss Nicholas while we were separated this
semester.  But there would be compensations.

      I liked my new life.  A lot.