Date: Sat, 28 Oct 2006 09:49:22 -0700 (PDT) From: kevin Donovan Subject: association, chapter five, gay male, college Disclaimer: This is a work of gay fiction. It will contain scenes describing sex between adult males. If that offends you, if you are underage, or if it is illegal to possess such material where you are, then stop now! I appreciate your constructive comments. Email me at letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com Copyright held by the author. Do not reproduce without permission. 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.