Date: Sun, 26 Nov 2006 12:26:11 -0800 (PST)
From: kevin Donovan <letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: the association, chapter nine, gay male college

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CHAPTER NINE: FORNICATION

	Besides the soreness and pain, I was bothered by two things during
those days of enforced idleness following the river incident.  First, I was
concerned about how much I was enjoying being blown by all the men, and
fucking with Nicholas.  It just didn't seem like the old me at all.  But it
was a simple fact that every man in the group worked at pleasuring my cock
like no girl ever had.  Every one tried his best to get the whole thing
down his throat, and about a third of them got so that they could do it.
And every one rode it to the end, and swallowed.  As for the fucking, the
way Nicholas accepted my cock up his ass, any time--never too tired, never
a headache-made sex with him totally non-stressful, just pure enjoyment.
And most amazing of all, the liquid pleasure of having him ejaculate in my
own ass was something I would never have dreamed of.  When his thick cock
filled my colon and pressed on my prostate, I felt complete.  I decided I
would just have to get used to this new reality.

	I talked to Nicholas about it, of course.  He understood how I
felt, but for him, it was somewhat different.  "I've known for a long time
I was bisexual," he confessed.  "First, there was the fact I got hard
around in-shape guys.  I had a tough time staying limp and not staring in
the showers and locker rooms from junior high on.  And then, I had a few
sessions in high school-circle jerks with half a dozen guys from the swim
team, then two of us jacked each other on the side a couple of times.
There were two other times I sucked a guy off, and I guess about three
sucked me, too.  Nothing anal, though, I really was the blushing virgin you
took me for in that department."

	As long as we were being so personal, I dared to bring up the topic
of his break- up with his girlfriend back in the spring.  She had told him
he was not a good lover, a truly mean thing for any woman to say to any
man, such vulnerable creatures as we are in that department.

	"You know, I gotta say, I have no complaints with you whatsoever in
the love- making department.  I don't know what that girl Laura was looking
for, but as far as I'm concerned, you are fantastic in the sack."

	He looked at me seriously.  "I've noticed myself that it is
different with you.  I'm much smoother and more confident.  I think Laura
was right about us together.  I still hope to find a woman I can relate to
sexually, that I can be a good lover for.  But it could be that I am just
better with a man.  We'll see, I guess.  But Douglas, with you it is sex,
not lovemaking.  There is a difference, you know."
	Now, why did that kind of hurt my feelings, since it was exactly
how I felt, too, and what I wanted to hear?

	Anyway, now I knew that my worries about myself were mild compared
to his.  He didn't know at this point whether he would make it in the
hetero world at all.  At least I knew I could go back there.  That
knowledge made me more tender and considerate of my friend, and less
centered on my own nonsense.

	The second concern was easier to take care of.  I didn't like the
fact that we risked losing the muscle tone we had gained by missing the run
and the weight training for two weeks, and Nicholas concurred.  I had a
brilliant idea, though.  We asked Adam if we could get up with the others
at oh-dark-thirty, but go to the pool to swim while they ran.  That way, we
could try to keep up some muscle tone while avoiding too much jarring.
Adam beamed.  He thought that was a great idea.

	So swimming laps became a temporary part of our morning routine.

	The two weeks of our recuperation slipped by quickly.  We
participated in all the evening programs, advanced quickly in our studies,
and deepened our bonds with one another and with the other guys of the
group.  There are few things like having guys come by and suck your cock to
help you get fond of them.

	At breakfast on Tuesday after the accident, Adam had an
announcement.  Four pairs of partners would no longer need to wear the
ankle shackles, as their bonds were demonstrably strong enough not to need
them any longer.  Nicholas and I were one pair.  Matthew and Taylor,
Patrick and William, and Gregory and Lawrence were the others.

	"I don't think it will make as much difference to you eight as you
might think," he said.  "You'll stick right to one another just as much as
ever."  And he was right about that.

	When the sky-diving outing came up, we were ready to merge back
into the full group regimen.  We wore our running shoes for that one, along
with goggles and the parachute-but nothing else.  The ground instruction
was given up by the airstrip.  We took off from our own mountaintop runway
and circled to return to Association property for the jump itself.  We were
dropped over the large, mowed pasture used by the Farm horses, which were
kept inside for the day.  Nicholas and I were in the middle of the dozen
guys assigned to the second plane-load of the day.  The first group had all
leaped bravely from the plane, their chutes deployed smoothly, and they
landed safely on the grass of the pasture.  Now, we saw their tiny naked
forms over by the white fence, looking up at us in the sky far above them.

	"Go, go, go...." sang out Adrian, our jump coordinator, sending us
out in quick succession.  Ahead of me, Elijah, Trevor, Ezekiel, and Keith
leapt out into the cold atmosphere.  Then, Nicholas turned and gave me a
weak smile, then flung himself out of the airplane.  I didn't have time to
think about it-my turn followed immediately, and I just dived headlong out
the door.

	The few seconds of free fall before the chute opened were a
sensational rush.  The cold wind licked over every cell of my body.  My
dick had shrunk to its absolute minimum, about 3 inches, plastered against
my balls and my perineum.  Below me, chutes were opening, including
Nicholas'--one less worry for me when that happened.  Then I felt something
behind me grab me and slow my descent.  My chute was open, too, and doing
its job.  My feet and legs rotated around beneath me.

	The rest of the ride was exhilarating, but also beautiful and
peaceful, just hanging there in the sky, drifting lazily toward the field.
I saw Nicholas and the others touch down, and prepared myself for the shock
of hitting the ground.  The parachutes were great, though, and I slowed to
a gentle landing several yards past the nearest man.  After me, Jeffrey,
and the Mark plopped down.  Every one in my group kept his feet.  It was a
fantastic, thrilling experience.

	"Damn, let's do that again," exulted Nicholas.

	"I'm in," I responded.

	"It's a group decision," pronounced Adam.  "If everyone agrees,
then we'll repack and do another round.  If enough is enough, so be it."

	Everyone looked at me.  It was time to ease into my new role as
class president.  I called for a show of hands.  Gregory and Keith were
both looking a little green, but they put their hands up when everyone else
did.  It was unanimous.

	The leaders watched carefully as we repacked and inspected our
chutes before we set out again.  We did it over just as we had done before,
and again, it was sensational and thrilling.  All in all, it was a fabulous
day for all of us, and we all gained in confidence and strength of resolve
that day.

	There was a barbecue on the terrace that evening, and we were
allowed to have beer for a change.  We were in an exuberant mood after the
day's excitement, and three beers each added to the party spirit.

	At the end of it, Nicholas and I decided to adjourn to our room,
along with Patrick and William, Gregory and Lawrence.  We'd done a
four-way, and now we were ready, we thought, for a mini-orgy of six spunky
men.

	That was quite a bed-full of man-flesh.  For thirty seconds we were
a little shy.  Then we just set in to grabbing the nearest dick and sucking
on it.  After five minutes, I elt cool gel being smeared on my butt hole,
and William laid his hands on my shoulders and pulled me a couple of inches
closer to him.  I felt the firm head of his dick poking at the small of my
back.  Then he bent his knees to position it under my buttocks, and pressed
it into my ass crack.  I bent just slightly to receive him.  With no hands,
his hips pressed his cock head at my sphincter.  I pushed to open up for
him, and his dick just slid right up me.  Damn.  Being an old 'ho was
pretty cool.  I could now receive the sausage, and a big one, too, without
much need for foreplay, just a slather of lube. William began hunching as I
occupied myself sucking Lawrence's cock.

	It was one of the small ones in our crowd, at six inches.  It was
cut, medium thickness, and beautiful, with a pronounced and interesting
upward curve.  Lawrence's hair, when he had hair, was dark brown and
straight.  His eyes were a cool gray.  His complexion was smooth and
tan-able.  At 5 feet 11, he was also one of our medium height guys.  But
his proportions were perfect.  He already had a nice six-pack on arrival,
and it was only becoming more defined.

	He spunked my mouth before William completed his work on my other
end, and I bent further and supported myself with my hands on the side of
the bed.  He was able to slam me harder then, and he did, his hips slapping
against my backside.  I find that to be a stimulating sound.  For eye
candy, I had Patrick's sleek butt right under my nose.  He was laid out on
my side of the bed, with Gregory underneath him, feet in the air.  Gregory
had concluded that his inclination was to be a complete bottom, and he was
determined to be fucked by each of us in turn.  Of course, his decision
meant that Lawrence didn't get fucked much back in their room, and that
made Lawrence also a lusty bottom in the group scene.  He lay beside
Gregory, and Nicholas was giving him a pounding in rhythm with Patrick.

	William was starting to grunt, and his thrusts were staccato stabs
at my prostate.  I felt warm squirts, and he let out a loud moan of
pleasure.  He grabbed me around the torso from the back and drew me tightly
to him, shuddering and moaning rapturously, his enormous, brick-hard cock
imbedded deep within my wet gut.  I'd be dripping that one in a few
minutes, I realized.

	William pulled out of me and moved up to Gregory's midsection.
Patrick raised his torso up to give his partner access, and William began
sucking Gregory's sweet cock while Patrick continued his rear assault.
About that time, as I stretched and watched the action for a moment,
Nicholas finished sperming Lawrence, and I took over for him, hardly
missing a beat.  Lawrence was a very happy young man.  That left Nicholas
stretching and watching for a moment.  Then Patrick came in Gregory's butt,
and William took over for him.  That William was turning out to be quite
the stud dog.  He could fuck three men in quick succession.

	Nicholas and Patrick were left out of the bed space.  Patrick
wormed his way in halfway up the bed right in the middle, between Lawrence
and Gregory's asses and William's and my grinding hips.  His legs dangled
over the foot of the bed, and Nicholas could stand between them and lick
Patrick's balls and crack while he recovered from after-fuck cock
sensitivity.

	When I shot my wad in Lawrence and William followed a couple of
minutes later with Gregory, all of us needed a break.  It would have been
smoke time if any of us smoked!  Actually, no one in our entire group did.
I found out later that, in some groups, a guy or two does, but the summer
becomes a cold-turkey smoking cessation group for them, right away.  I
understand none ever go back to the filthy weed, either.  The Association
does wonders for the healthy life-style of its members.

	Anyway, we made a pile of man-flesh on the bed and chatted for a
while, occasionally giving the man next to us a light stroke or fondle.
Gregory was positioned near my mid-section, and he gently massaged my balls
for twenty minutes or so.  At that point, Nicholas got up and pulled
Gregory's hind quarters up.  He stroked up his cock and slid it smoothly
in, using Gregory's own juices, and the two sperm injections he had just
gotten, to slick him up.  His expression was of pleasured concentration as
he began to long-dick his partner.  The rest of us watched that action for
a while, until we got too turned on to stay out of it ourselves.

	Patrick put Lawrence on hands and knees on the other side of the
bed, and began to pump him, too.

	William went around behind Patrick and stuck his dick up Patrick's
ass, making him the meat of a sandwich.  So I went around the other guys
and did the same thing to Nicholas.  Mostly, William and I allowed our
partners to fuck themselves on our rods as they fucked the other guys, but
it was fun, nevertheless.  When Nicholas came inside Gregory, I moved in to
finish myself off in Gregory's ass, too, and when Patrick creamed Lawrence,
William took over for him to sauce Lawrence.

	Now, Gregory and Lawrence had serviced all four of us.  Each of
them had also cum, and we top studs were just about "cummed out."  We
decided to hit the shower, because we were all covered in sweat.
Afterward, we adjourned to our respective rooms, all of which had
comfortable beds now, for a needed night's sleep.  Monday morning came
early at The Farm, and Nicholas and I would be back in the runners' pack.
To our surprise, we were looking forward to resuming our full routine.