Date: Sat, 28 Oct 2006 09:49:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: kevin Donovan <letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: association, chapter five, gay male, college

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describing sex between adult males.  If that offends you, if you are
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CHAPTER FIVE: FORMATION


       It was day five when my dick began to ache.  It had gotten to the
point where it was hard and throbbing a whole lot of the time.  It streamed
pre-cum, sometimes like spider-webs streaming down to my knees.  I thought
that if I did not get some relief soon, the thing was going to explode.

       "Well, how long since you went five days without cumming?" Nicholas
asked.

       "Since I was eleven years old."

       That night, as we were settling into our little cot, Nicholas wanted
to talk.

       "You know, when Adam said the other day that we could not jerk off,
he did not say that we can't cum, just that we can't do it with our own
hands."

       "Yeah, I was thinking about maybe humping the mattress.  That way
for sure nobody should get in trouble for it."

       "Gee, that sounds fun," he remarked dryly.  "No, really, Dimmy, it's
about this whole partner thing.  We're supposed to help one another out.
You know, like Marines or something, anything for a buddy."

       "So we should give each other a hand job?"

       "Frankly, I think you are 'way beyond needing a hand job.  I'm
thinking warm and wet is all that is going to do for you.  That means
either a blow job or a fuck."

       I was quiet for a moment.

       "So, don't you want me to get you off?"

       "Yeah, but only if I get you off, too.  I'm not as slow as you
think.  So I've been wondering: which would I rather do for my
contribution, suck you off, or let you fuck me.  Believe it or not, I think
fucking might be the way to go.  Because if your dick tastes really
disgusting, which I think it probably does, I'm afraid I might hurl on it
or something.  The pain of getting fucked might actually be easier to
endure."

       "Setting aside for the moment your unkind comments about my
dick-let's get on with it.  We'll get you off first, since you are
neediest."

       He rolled onto his side and lifted his top leg a bit.  "OK, go for
it."

       "Even I know we need some lubrication.  Any ideas?"

       He held up a container of Astroglide.  "How about this?"

       "Where in hell did you get that?"

       "It was beside the bed just now when we came in.  That's why I'm so
sure we are approved to be doing this."

       Man, this outfit was really serious about the partner bonding thing.

       I took the tube and said, "What do I put it on, me or you?"

       "Why not both?  Can we have too much?"

       I couldn't argue with that, so I smeared a glob onto Nicholas'
asshole and then caressed my own engorged member with a palm full.  I
pressed my knob into his rectum and gave a push.

       "Whoa, hold on, hold on, hold on!" begged Nicholas.  "That hurts.
Try something smaller first."

       "Like what?"

       "Like your finger, Einstein."

       Somehow, the thought of sticking a finger up Nicholas' ass was much
yuckier than sticking my dick up it, I don't know why.  I chose the middle
one and slid it in all the way.

       "Yow!  What was that you touched?  Damn, that is amazing."

       "Kind of a small lump.  Your prostate?"

       "Do that again....Holy shit.  You made cum shoot out of my dick."  I
finger- fucked him for a few minutes.  "I can't believe that actually
feels...interesting and kind of good....OK, now try two."

       I slid the first finger all the way out, then sent it back with the
pointer finger, too.

       "Mmm."

       "Not too much?"

       "It's more of a stretch, but you're still hitting that magic
button."

       I fondled the magic button gently.  In a moment, I asked, "Ready for
three?"

	"Why not."

	Nicholas accommodated three fingers without a whimper.  Then, I
stopped and used my fingers to stretch his ass lips even further.  I leaned
down and looked at my target.  It was opening to reveal a pink tube inside
now.

	"OK, I'm ready," he said.

	After slicking on a little more grease, I pressed the head of my
dick against his bung-hole again, and this time, it slid right in.  I felt
the ring of his sphincter close around my knob.  Nicholas just said,
"Oompph."  I stopped and remained still for as long as I could, which was
only a few seconds, for the warm slickness urged me to continue.

	I pushed further in, and before long, I felt my smooth pubic area
press against the equally hairless smoothness of Nicholas' butt.  To my
amazement, my entire schlong was buried in my friend's ass, and he wasn't
screaming or anything.  In fact, he was sort of moaning, as if with
pleasure.

	"Well, how is it?"

	"You'll have to experience it for yourself."

	"Which I will, in a few minutes, huh."

	"Yeah but I mean it isn't bad at all.  Well, one complication might
be that you are tied with me for third and fourth biggest cock in this
whole group, you know.  You're hitting that button again, only...your dick
is so much bigger and spongier than your finger..., and there's this
feeling of fullness...all in all, it feels pretty good...better than good,
I'd say...damn...that was a good one...do some more of that...."

	During this monologue, I had begun to pole him slowly, then
increasing the tempo as my dick demanded. For me, it was incredible, after
days of celibacy.  It was like pussy, only so tight and responsive.

	I didn't last more than two minutes before I felt my balls
unloading their pent-up fluid in spasms of thick, rich, cum exploding into
Nicholas' lower bowel.

	"Damn, I can feel that!  Weird, man."

	I lay still beside him for a moment while he obligingly stripped
out the last drops using his own ass muscles.  I'd never felt anything like
that before.  I suppose his clenching would have forced my cock out of his
rectum if I had gone soft, but I didn't.

	"How do you feel?" I asked.

	"Amazingly good," he responded.  "Are you still going to respect me
in the morning?"

	"I think my respect for you is growing by leaps and bounds."

	"In that case, I think you just recruited yourself a new
pussy-boy," he declared.

	"Good.  Can I do it again then?"

	"Already?"

	"I'm desperate, man.  That one just took the pressure off.  Now I
need a real fuck.  Just roll over on your stomach, all you have to do is
lay there and take it, I'll do the real work."

	We rolled together, and I began to hunch his ass.  My elbows rested
at his sides, and my tits dripped their sweat onto his muscular back.  At
first, his legs were spread, with mine lying between them, but after a few
minutes, I used my feet to drag them into the middle, and I straddled his
legs with mine to get a tighter grip from his ass cheeks.  I felt like a
tom-cat in rut-all I was lacking was to grab his neck in my jaws to hold
him down.  It was a carnal, dominating, self-serving kind of fuck.  I felt
strong and manly pressing my buddy down with the weight of my entire body
while I drove my stiff cock in and out of his ass.  Nicholas' back became
slippery with our combined sweat, and his grunts marked the down-strokes of
my thrusts.  This time, I lasted ten minutes before I basted his guts with
another injection of my spunk.

	"Whew," I said as I slid off beside him. "I needed that!  Thanks,
bud."

	"Any time," he remarked with awe in his voice, surprising himself
by saying such a thing.  "I needed it, too.  But now," an evil glint formed
in his eye, "it's my turn, to be the top dog!  And you're my bitch,
macho-man!"

	I groaned.  I thought Nicholas was surely lying about not really
minding getting fucked, because he didn't want me to back out on him if I
knew how much it really hurt.  But I had to go through with it now,
especially after having taken a double helping from him.

	"How do you want it?" I asked.

	"Let's try doggie style.  That way I can see what I'm doing."

	I got up on my hands and knees, and Nicholas reached for the lube
tube.  I felt the cool goo on my anus, which I discovered to be a
surprisingly sensitive spot.

	"Anybody ever tell you you have a cute asshole?  It's round and
pink," he teased.

	"Prior to tonight, I'd have beaten the shit out of anybody who
did," I said, "male or female."

	His answer was a fiendish laugh, accompanied by the insertion of a
finger into my asshole.  It took a few strokes, interesting but not
earth-shattering, before he hit my button.  Then a jolt went through my
entire body.

	"Jesus!" I cried.

	"Hey, don't wake the entire floor.  You want to explain to everyone
what we're in here doing?"

	That settled me down.  No, I certainly did not want that!  But I
wanted Nicholas to continue what he was doing.

	He didn't wait for me to ask for a second finger.  I felt a
stretch, and then the pleasure resumed.  The third finger was a little more
of a stretch, but I learned how to let go of my rectum muscles then, and
just let him enlarge the opening.  The fingers withdrew, and I detected
some activity behind me.  Then, I felt something blunt and firm, but
padded, press at my rectum.  It slipped right inside, and my sphincter ring
wrapped around it.  It felt the size of a telephone pole.  Why couldn't my
partner be average-hung, I lamented to myself.  It pulled most of the way
out, then slid back in a little deeper.  Out, then deeper still. To my
amazement, it didn't hurt at all.  Damn. I'm glad he is NOT average-hung!
By the time he got all the way in, I felt a pleasing sensation of fullness,
but no pain.  Then, he began to thrust rhythmically, and on most strokes,
he hit the button.  I tried to adjust my hips so that my prostate was more
accessible to him.  But after a few minutes, I just gave myself over to the
experience of being fucked by a man.  Surprisingly, I did not feel violated
or emasculated in the least.  I felt fulfilled.  I felt fully part of
Nicholas' deepest pleasure.  And when I felt the surge of his seed erupting
into my gut, I felt one with him in the most amazing and uncanny way.

	I collapsed onto the mattress, and he collapsed on top of me.

	"Well?" he queried.

	"Well.  If that isn't taking it to a deeper level, I don't know
what is."

	"Did you hate it?"

	"No.  In all honesty, I didn't hate it.  We can do it again, in
fact I'm beginning to think we may have more fun in this crummy little room
than I could have imagined a few days ago."

	Nicholas grinned at me.  "I'm glad to hear you say that."

* * *

	The little gifts of Astroglide must have set things in motion in
other rooms as well, because when Adam came in to bring messages about
individual appointments to a few guys at breakfast, Jason and Justin were
ready for him.  Their hands shot up.

	"What's on your mind?" I think he was probably expecting some
comment this morning.  He had a sly smile on his handsome face.

	"We would like a point of clarification," said Justin.

	"Yeah, about jacking off.  And stuff," added Jason.

	"We don't want to fuck up and lose points or anything," Justin
continued.  "So, when you said 'no jacking off,' did you mean 'not with our
own hands,' or 'not with anyone's hands'?"

	"Like our partner, or even another trainee," contributed Jason.

	"So is this Association some kind of Queer outfit?" William butted
in.  "Are you guys trying to push us to have sex with one another?"

	Adam held up a hand and turned more serious.  "You men are moving
along really fast in building relationships with your partners, and even
with others in the group.  I hadn't expected to have this talk for several
more days, maybe a week.  But since you bring it up, maybe it is time to
clear the air.  Let me tell you a few things about us, and about
yourselves.

	"First off, no, The Association is not a gay group.  Eighty-odd
percent of our members are married family men, and it has always been that
way.  In this particular group, the ratio is close to that: one quarter of
you men are actually gay-don't be alarmed, you that are gay, we have no
intention of outing you, even though I know that several of you are very
close to the point of coming out on your own.  Anyway, that is up to you,
when and whether you do that.  So three-fourths of you are not gay.  But
you are not exactly straight, either.  I won't get into a quibbling match
about what exactly constitutes bisexuality.  But just let me put it this
way: every man here is willing and able to participate in sexual behavior
voluntarily and pleasurably, with another man, under certain circumstances.

	"How can you know that?" demanded Vincent defensively.  "I've never
had any kind of sex with any guy, ever!  And I don't think I'm the only one
here."

	"No, Vincent, you are not.  That is true for most of you, or was
until you came here," he added meaningfully.  I think several guys cast
their eyes downward at that.  Nicholas and I glanced quickly at one
another.

	"Are you attracted to every female you meet?" Adam asked.

	There was a slight pause.  "Well, no, not every one," replied
William.  "Not fat ugly ones."  There was general laughter.

	"Well, neither are gay men attracted to all men.  But we are
attracted to some men."  He paused a moment to let that settle in.  "Yes,
gentlemen, I am one of the gay members of this organization.  A minority,
but treated as equals.  Now those of you who are not gay are nevertheless
attracted to some men, under some circumstances."

	"Again, Adam, meaning no disrespect, how can you know that?" came
from Vincent.

	"Some very specific and effective personality profiles, for one
thing.  Er, not all of those test instruments you filled out before
entering your colleges were actually for the colleges, men.  Sorry about
that.  Also expert observation.  You guys would be very surprised what the
right people can tell about you just by your posture and the way you walk.
Hell, you saw all those hard-ons among the group the other night when you
gave your introductions.  And believe me, I am well aware of your eyes on
me whenever I am around you.  So this is something you all have in common.
But don't miss the point: it is not about homoerotic behavior per se, but
about your ability to relate intimately with other men.  You all have that
potential, and that is what The Association is looking for and developing.
As far as sex itself goes, what you do and whom you do it with are entirely
up to you.  Though I must say, I do not see how you can be fully intimate
with your partner if that intimacy does not include at least some kind of
sex play.  That's just the way humans, or at least men, are.

	"This is Saturday.  Good timing, because we are due for a special
dinner and a special entertainment activity tonight, anyway.  We will
continue this evening with a presentation that I think you will all find
highly interesting and enlightening."

	Nicholas and I looked at one another, and he raised his eyebrows
meaningfully at me.  We still had our full day of re-molding into
Association men to get through.  But clearly, tonight's after-dinner
activities promised to be more attention-holding than usual.