Date: Sun, 12 Nov 2006 20:12:30 -0800 (PST) From: kevin Donovan Subject: the asssociation 7 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 SEVEN: EXPERIMENTATION Nicholas rested his knee on the edge of our new bed and let me pull him down onto me as I lay back on the smooth, fresh sheets. His smiling face drew near to mine, and he closed his soft brown eyes just as his lips met my lips. We kissed deeply. Oh, God, I thought, it's come to this. I'm sticking my tongue down the throat of a man, a good friend, yes, but I guy I met one week ago, the same guy I let fuck me last night, the guy whose ass I shot off in twice. The guy whose entire body I have shaved three times. The guy I shit beside every morning. What am I supposed to do with all this? Nicholas pulled back and looked into my own brown eyes. The smile faded-- he had felt me tense up. "Just practicing the lip thing, you know," I justified lamely. He scooted up beside me on the bed and lay with his face just inches from mine. "Look, Douglas, I know. It's crazy. But I don't care. I know what we are doing right this minute counts as queer in the world we just came from a week ago. But here, hell, it seems perfectly normal. I don't understand it any more than you do. I honestly don't think I even AM queer, and I don't think you are, either. But I know I like touching you, being near you. I like you touching me. I like YOU. I feel like I know you better than I've ever known any person, like we are identical fuckin' twins or something. If I hold your dick, it is no different to me than if I hold my own. I feel no more guilty or odd about having sex with you than I would about masturbating. So what if people outside of this place would not understand that? There's no one from outside this place here! So let's just enjoy it. We have the whole summer before us, and after that, who knows?" He was right, and I knew it. I felt the same way. I leaned over and kissed him again, no apologies offered, none necessary. I reached down and held his fully erect dick, gave it a couple of gentle strokes. It made me proud and happy that my kiss gave my friend a total hard-on. My cock was just as hard. There were two gentle raps at our door, then it opened slowly. I looked over Nicholas' head, my hand still on his boner. Patrick was poking his head in, looking a bit tentative and inquiring, then surprised. William stood behind him. "What the fuck! Where'd you guys get all this?" Patrick blurted out. The fact that he interrupted me kissing my room-mate and holding his dick was immaterial-he was startled because we now had a bed. "Shhh. Come on in," said Nicholas quietly. They stepped inside and Patrick closed the door behind them. I was impressed anew by the dangle and fleshiness of his dick. William, a darker-skinned, black-haired dude, was noticeable in the dangle department, too. "We don't know for sure," I filled in. "It was just here when we came in tonight. I take it you guys have not had sex?" "Hell, no," from William sulkily. "William has been wanting to leave," added Patrick, "but I don't want to. He thinks if we stay, we have to have sex, or at least watch everyone else at it. But we finally agreed to come and talk to you guys about it. What do you think? Are you staying?" "Guys, we think we got the bed as a reward," Nicholas offered. "So, yeah, we're staying." "A reward-for what? --Oh," said William. I still had my hand on Nicholas' dick. "Come on, sit down. Let's talk this over." I removed my hand and scooted over, drawing my feet up. The two men sat on the foot of our new bed, and we began to explore their dilemma together. Clearly, Patrick was taking the lead in trying to work things out. He was worried about losing his chance with The Association if William left or got himself kicked out. William seemed to respect Nicholas and me as "real men" like himself and Patrick, and he was surprised and, I guess, disappointed, that we had let other men suck us off that evening, and especially that we had earned ourselves a bed. Apparently, he had been counting on us supporting his opinion that straight men should just leave. We went through much of the same conversation with William and Patrick that Nicholas and I had had with one another, about how we aren't queer, we just like sex with certain men, especially our partner. Patrick was pretty much on the same page with us, just shy about pushing the point with his recalcitrant partner. William was the one with issues. But as our conversation became more frank and personal, surprising and revealing news came out about William. He had been going to a glory hole in the basement men's room of his university's library on a regular basis for the past six months. Part of his dilemma was the fear that he really might be queer, because recently, just last month, someone had poked a dick through HIS way, and he had sucked it. He hadn't been able to tell all this to Patrick alone, but after we revealed that we had had sex together the previous night, and liked it-and Patrick accepted that with interest rather than condemnation--he spilled it. Then, the macho man started to cry, and Patrick put his arm around him and comforted him. Nicholas discovered that he had a sudden need to visit the john, which of course, meant that I had to go with him. As we peed into the long urinal trough, he explained. Those two needed a few minutes alone, he thought, but he didn't want them to leave our room yet. He got a glint in his eye. What would I think, he wondered, if Patrick and William wound up wanting to get it on with us? Would I be willing to go for that? "You know what Adam said, men are always promiscuous," he grinned. I had to think about that. I had been planning to have Nicholas alone for myself that night. I particularly wanted to try sucking his dick, but I was very interested in getting inside his ass again, also. But if he wanted to include the other pair, I wasn't jealous or anything. More cocks, more asses, more mouths-I kind of liked the math. "Sure," I said, "if they want to, I'm game." "After you, those two are probably the hottest pair in the group," Nicholas said. "I figure we might as well enjoy them, if they're up for it. If not, I won't be disappointed to be in bed naked with THE hottest man in the place!" "Oh?" I joked, "Who else are you expecting to drop by?" He poked me in the bicep and laughed. We finished shaking the pee out of our dicks and hobbled back to our room. They didn't speak right away, because their mouths were full. Patrick had shifted his head around toward the foot of the bed, and they were sucking each other in sixty- nine position. Erect, both of their cocks were truly impressive, and together, they made quite a bed-full of sexy man-flesh. We watched for a moment, and both of us quickly threw wood. "Is this a private party?" I asked innocently. "Hold on a minute," Patrick mumbled around William's ample rod, "this shouldn't take long." "And when we're through," William added his own mumble, "we want to ask you two to break our butts in the way the other guys did downstairs tonight." "OK, but hold on, guys, listen up," Nicholas interrupted. The two cock-suckers looked up inquisitively, each grasping his partner's swollen member. "If you want to enjoy your first anal experience, don't cum right now. You'll like it better if you are really horny. Then, you can fuck us, or finish sucking one another, or both, and get your load off." My Nicholas continued to surprise me with his knowledge of the intricacies of gay sex. But what he said made sense to me. "Are you sure you don't want to do one another?" I asked. "You can only have your first time once, you know. It should be special." "No problem there," declared William. "We're not a couple, and not going to be a couple. We are straight masculine men having fun, that's all. We'll play together, but nothing emotional or lovey-dovey. If we want that stuff, we'll go for a girl. It will be special having you do it, and we can enjoy watching one another at the same time." "That's the whole advantage to having sex with men friends," added Patrick. "Men understand when it's just about sex. No drama, no games. Just getting a nut together." "So let's get at it, then," I laughed. "I could use a nut myself." I looked up at the supply shelf where our lubrication gel tube had been left. It was gone now, and an enormous orgy-size pump bottle had taken its place. "Shit, look at this! Are those guys psychic, or what?" They laughed incredulously. Nicholas happened to be closer to Patrick's side of the bed, so I crawled over to William's with the gel, since my ankle was connected to Nicholas'. I slapped William on the hip and directed him to get up on his hands and knees, and both he and Patrick assumed the position. I noticed, not for the first time, that William had one hell of a hot ass. I began to caress it gently. It was shaved totally smooth, of course. I strained my memory to get a picture of what William had looked like when he arrived. I could no longer even imagine him in clothing. I seemed to recall, though, that he had a moderately hairy chest and stomach, with dark hair sprinkled across his ass, too. His shoulders were wide, and his chest deeper than Nicholas' and mine, his abdomen thicker, too, but entirely with muscle. His buttocks were solid mounds of manly strength. He had well-muscled thighs and calves, too, and long, masculine feet. I discovered, then, an awareness I'd never had before about men's feet. I don't have a foot-fetish. But I am excited by the sight of the bottoms of a strong, masculine man's feet (preferably clean!). That is because, turned up, they represent open-ness and trust to me. The normal, natural posture for a strong, masculine man is ON his feet, prepared for action, self-defense if necessary. But if a guy turns the bottoms of his feet up, he is deliberately putting himself in a position of vulnerability, of offering himself. His defenses are down. Or anyway, that is how it seems to me, and I find that very sexy. Well, it may help if the guy's ass is exposed, too, as William's was to me, and Patrick's beside him. I glanced over at Nicholas, and saw his face heading toward Patrick's smooth, sleek backside. He planted a hand on each butt-cheek, and pulled. Patrick's anus was revealed, a small, round, brownish wrinkle. I decided to take a gamble and go for William's as well. I pulled his cheeks apart and saw the pucker, with a dark pinkish circle around it. I took a deep breath and dived in. There was a faint, musky aroma, but it was not shitty, not even unpleasant. It just smelled manly. I slurped around on the hole, and William groaned in bliss. Patrick groaned beside him, as Nicholas did the same on his bud as well. I slid down to the base of William's scrotum and slurped one of his ample testicles into my mouth. He seemed to be holding his breath. Now, that, I thought, is trust. If a man lets you suck his left nut into your mouth and enclose your teeth around it, he trusts you with his very life. I went back to his anus and began licking and sucking in earnest. My man was moaning rhythmically as I lapped. He caressed the stubble of my crew-cut head gently, and spread his knees a little further apart. After a few minutes, I began to massage some of the lubrication into his anus with a finger, and Nicholas followed suit on his target. I inserted one finger, massaged for a bit, then two fingers, just as we had done the night before and seen earlier at the demo. William was loving it. Patrick, too, from the sounds of it. After the third finger went in, our guys were ready for cock. Nicholas and I moved in side-by-side and pressed our swollen phalluses at their holes. We leaned in together, and William and Patrick were simultaneously deflowered. Neither one cried out or whimpered, but Patrick grabbed William's hand and held it hard. William squinted his eyes up tight. Nicholas and I held back and toggled in and out a bit, just the cock-head. Then, together, we slid slowly in up to the hilt. Patrick's jaw was clenched. William panted as if he were in labor. We began hunching at their asses, and William experienced the joy of giving birth-again and again. Nicholas and I rested our hands on our bitches' hips and, elbow to elbow, pounded our thick cocks into their guts forcefully. These guys were going to know they had been fucked! They continued to moan again in a kind of duet. Nicholas leaned over and kissed me, and we didn't miss a beat. Sweat now glistened on the muscular backs of our two brood-boys. I was starting to get a little drippy under the arms and across the chest, too. But I was also starting to feel a twinge in my balls warning of impending eruption. "You about ready?" I asked Nicholas. "Any minute now." We both began driving ourselves even harder into the asses of our mounts. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Our moist thighs collided with the buttocks of the moaning bottom guys, driving the rigid man-meat in the center deep into their bowels. Suddenly, Nicholas let loose with a high, unintelligible sound, as his cock let loose a stream of jism into Patrick's ass. Immediately, that set me off, too, and I injected a big load of baby batter into William. Our thrusts became jerky and less regular, as we emptied our balls. Finally, we pressed into their asses and leaned across their backs. I felt William's ass milking my cock, and after a couple of squeezes, it squirted out of his ass to hang, oozing, behind his balls. William collapsed onto the mattress, me atop him. Patrick and Nicholas followed suit. Nicholas and I kind of slid off on the outsides of the two newbies. That put them up close to one another, face to face. They started laughing. Then William began the dialogue. "You slut. You loved every minute of it. I heard you moaning and groaning." "Like hell. 'Ho! You ate that up. That was YOU moaning and groaning." "I bet your asshole is big as a house." "I bet it is, too. And yours is just like it." "My dick is still hard. I almost came from being fucked. But damn, I'm still horny as hell. I need to fuck somebody!" "Well, don't look at me, stud. I'm way too sore for another go now!" "OK, OK, dudes, we take the hint," Nicholas chuckled. "Turn about is fair play." "Oh, is it?" I retorted, eyebrows raised. "Yes, Mr. Big, it is!" cracked Patrick. "Roll over!" Patrick was hoisting himself out over Nicholas and hopping on one foot around to my side of the bed, holding his chained ankle over the bed. Apparently, he intended a swap of partners this time. Nicholas settled into one half of the bed onto his back, grinning with anticipation. William slid partly off the other side, making room for me. I settled beside my partner, and the two trainees crawled onto the bed between our drawn- up feet. "I'm not sucking your ass," declared William. "Me, neither. Not tonight, anyway," added Patrick. They stared into our eyes, daring us to challenge them. But both men began to caress our thighs, then leaned in to taste our dicks. They weren't expert yet, but it felt pretty good. I guess I've never had a really BAD blow job! We let them work at that for as long as they wanted to, not bothering to remind them that those dicks had just been stuffed up their partner's ass. There was no question of either of us cumming again so soon, though. After a few minutes, William reached for the butt slime and smeared a big glob on Nicholas' ass, and on his own cock. Then he handed off to Patrick, who performed the same service for me and himself. The men pulled our knees up and back. Our calves and feet touched as our legs spread wide. Our holes were raised and exposed. I wasn't too worried. I figured once the anal ring had been stretched last night, it would be easy from then on, like breaking a hymen (I'd deflowered a couple of girls in my day.) Boy, was I ever wrong about that! Patrick rammed his cock in me, and William jammed his into Nicholas, right to the hilt in one swift movement. It felt like a sword ripping through my gut toward my throat. I needed to scream really badly, and only my idiot machismo prevented me from doing it. Nicholas clenched his teeth and said, "nnnnngh!" Both our faces were wrenched into a grimace. But our new boyfriends paid no attention to this at all. They just started fucking. They pounded our butts like desperate men. And within three or four strokes, I began to feel pretty good. In a few more, I was downright content with my lot. And then Patrick spoke. "You like that, do you, bitch?" I nodded. "You like how big my dick is, how deep it goes?" I nodded again. "Tell me." I found my voice. "Fuck me," I pleaded. "I like it hard. Harder. Harder. Give me that big, hard cock. Deep. Oh, yeah, there. Right there." There was more along that same line, and William and Nicholas got into it, too. It seems Nicholas shared the same desire I had to be fucked long, hard, and deep by a big, thick, juicy, manly cock. Our studs worked hard to accommodate us. Their balls slapped against our butts. Sweat dripped onto our stomachs and chests to mingle with our own. After too short a time, William let loose his nut into my buddy's ass, and within a couple of strokes, Patrick let me have it, too. I could feel warm liquid squirt into my colon. He kept thrusting, and kept squirting. As we lay, slick with sweat, in a pile of manly limbs, our faces and chests red with exertion, we were silent for a time. Then William summed up the experience for all of us. "Shit. Man, that was hot. I don't know why I didn't try that sooner." "We have a lot of fuckin' to do to make up for it," allowed Patrick. "Hell, yeah." "Well, let's go get a shower before Round Two," suggested the ever-reasonable Nicholas. "We're too slippery to stay on one another." We laughed, and struggled to get up and untangle our shackles. I took note that our overhead light had not gone out as it usually did. The hallway lights were dimmed. I could see the bluish light underneath some doors, but others still had their lights on like ours. So we were not the only ones still playing. We were alone in the showers, and we began to play a bit in there. It was fun sluicing water off of each other, and kissing, hugging, and caressing one another's streaming wet bodies. We could get down to business better in the bed, though, and soon we dried ourselves and returned, fresh and sweet-skinned, to our amorous activities. For the next hour and a half, it was a sexual free-for-all. I fucked Patrick, and William fucked me. Nicholas fucked William, and Patrick fucked him. Nicholas and I sucked one another, while Patrick and William did the same. We even had a four-man daisy chain going. At about 2:00, I zonked out with Nicholas atop me, sucking Patrick's big unit. When I awoke, the other two were gone back to their little sleeping mat, which we had no doubt would be replaced during the day, and I was spooned up behind my buddy Nicholas, my hard cock wedged into his crack. I didn't know it yet, but it was 8:00 a.m., an incredibly late sleep-in for us that summer. I could have enjoyed another hour or two just lying naked in bed with Nicholas, but that was not to be. It was Sunday, the day of our first special outing, and the choice for the day was river rafting. There was another thing I didn't know yet: how the events of the day would change my life, my future, and my relationship with Nicholas and all the guys, forever.