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CHAPTER TWELVE:
REVELATION
Our leaders let us sleep almost all morning. Heck, they probably slept, too, and needed it just as much.
When Owen and Dennis came around to rouse us for a light, continental breakfast, they also passed along the word that we were going to have field games that afternoon. Oh, you've never played softball, soccer, and lacrosse barefoot and naked? You haven't lived!
Breakfast was strangely subdued. For one, thing, of course everyone was still kind of tired. But also, they felt somewhat constrained. No one mentioned my drunken, slutty behavior, nor anyone else's. Apparently what happens in the Crypt stays in the Crypt. It wasn't until Monday morning at Academics that I found there were to be consequences-when Adrian passed me a note that I would be doing a unit called "Controlling Impulsive Behaviors: Managing Substances and Sex." But that's getting ahead of my story.
It was unusual to be divided into teams, but the set-up was different for the three matches, so that no permanent competitiveness was established. Still, no pair bonds were violated. We started with a soccer match, then broke for a lunch of sandwiches and lots of iced tea-it was a sunny, hot afternoon-and then took it a bit easier with softball, which allows a lot of resting. Finally, in late afternoon, we played lacrosse, which most of us had to have some instruction in before we began. Half a dozen men had played in prep schools, and were hot-shot players, but as usual, The Association had done its homework, and they were evenly divided between the teams. I (blush) had played some in an intramural league, and was not too shabby at it, and Nicholas surprised me with his natural skill. Nicholas and I were winners, losers, then winners again in the three matches, not that it mattered. But we had fun, and the exercise sweated a lot of toxins out of my abused cells. I ended the day physically tired, but emotionally brighter.
Sunday night, after showers and supper, we lounged around the air conditioned theater and watched a movie. It was an action flick, but still I could hardly keep my eyes open. I dozed off at one point and wakened to find Trevor, of all people, sucking on my cock, while Jeremy attended to Nicholas'.
"Hope you don't mind," he slurped. "I've already seen that movie." He dived to my sleek pubic mound.
"Knock yourself out." I propped my feet on the backs of the two seats in front of me, with Trevor's head between my thighs like a nut in the cracker.
Nicholas looked at me and grinned. We came together a few minutes later in a dual spasm of tandem ejaculation. Our boys were well satisfied.
That night, we just cuddled one another to sleep. By common, unspoken agreement, we knew the time for "our talk" had not yet come.
Monday morning, dark and early, we were back on schedule, running our route through the Appalachian woods. At breakfast, we got the usual update on the week's changes in routine. This time, there were some significant ones.
First, no more ankle shackles for anyone. We had all earned our freedom.
Second, body shaving was no longer obligatory. During the week, we would each get a consultation with our fashion guru on the subject "Body Hair, Body Piercing, Body Art." Based on that advice, and our own preferences, we would map out a plan for the long-term grooming and decoration of our bodies.
I had become so accustomed to the sight of clean-shaken male bodies, with short- shorn heads, I hadn't even thought about re-entering society that way. Actually, I kind of thought Stephanie might like my plucked rooster look. It made my already formidable cock look an inch longer! (And my weight loss, though not a lot, made the thing an actual half inch longer! Woo hoo!) But who was going to shave my crack for me back at the Uni? Not Stephanie, I can tell you!
We went through Monday, and then Tuesday. Still no man-to-man talk. On Wednesday evening, after a presentation on corporate etiquette, back in the room, I blurted out, "How come we aren't fucking anymore?"
Nicholas gave me his iron-melting sexy smirk. "Well, I haven't fucked you, because I don't want to hurt you. I thought I'd give you one more day to heal up from Saturday. But as to why you are not fucking me, well, that I can't imagine."
I tackled him.
Within thirty seconds, I had him flat on his back, feet up, and I was guiding the snake down the hole. Well, O. K., he didn't put up much of a fight. No lube, just hot, desperate, randy sex. There was one big difference from formerly. I kissed him now, and he kissed me back, throughout the shagging, which admittedly, did not take long due to my need. I must have really slimed him, because the spunk was dripping out of him afterward.
We slept again, enfolded in one another's arms, still not having talked about "It."
On Thursday evening, at the end of "Art Appreciation for the Renaissance Man," one of the servants brought a note addressed to the two of us. Nicholas tore into it and read it aloud quietly:
"If you two are not too tired tonight, I would be pleased to have you drop by my suite for awhile before bed. The man who brought this note will show you the way. If it isn't a good time, no problem-we can get together another time." It was signed "Adam."
"What do you think?" Nicholas raised his brows.
"Dunno. We aren't being canned, or it would be a command visit."
"No, sounds like just friendly."
"You up to it?"
"I'm fine. You?"
"I couldn't sleep now, anyway, not knowing what Adam wants."
I motioned to the messenger, who was looking our way, and nodded. The other guys were up and milling about now, beginning to straggle toward the stairway. We followed the uniformed fellow to another doorway, which led down a different stairway into the full members' area of the building. We hadn't been there before, and it was quite a different world from our own digs. Very plush and posh.
"Where do they get the money for all this?" Nicholas queried. "You don't think we're getting into some kind of drug cartel, do you?
"Hadn't really thought about it," I confessed. "But now you mention it, I guess it's getting to be time for asking some things like that."
Adam's suite was on the third floor, overlooking the east terrace and garden. By day, it would have a great view of the mountainside beyond. Our guide dropped the gold knocker on the door, nodded at us, and left us. We heard Adam's voice inside, "Come on in, guys."
I pushed the door open, and we stepped into a small but tasteful foyer. Double doors were open to the left, and we entered hesitantly.
It was a large, attractive bedroom, with an enormous canopied four-poster bed on the far wall. On that bed lay Adam, naked and face down. And on Adam lay Colin, face red with passionate exertion, hips pumping, obviously fucking Adam's lights out.
"Sorry, men, your session upstairs ended before ours did here. Have a seat, we'll just be a minute."
I know this scene sounds awkward, but we took it in stride. Colin never missed a beat. He hardly seemed to notice we were there. His eyes were glazed over with lust, and he continued hunching like a yard dog. There aren't many men I would pay money to see having sex, but these were two of them. They were magnificent specimens. In only a couple of minutes, Colin gasped and panted as he shot his seed into his partner's anal recesses. Adam smiled, rolled out from under him, gave him a kiss, and hopped up to greet us with handshakes, his half-stiff cock bobbing before him, while Colin caught his breath on the bed.
We stood, and he gestured us to a grouping of chairs and a loveseat at the other end of the room, facing an entertainment center, doors open, with a large, flat-screen TV.
"I want to show you guys something, just a piece of this." He punched a remote, and a DVD began to play. Colin came over to join us, wiping his crotch with a towel. We sat and looked at the TV. It was the beginning of a movie. Opening title: "Aegean Getaway." A travelogue? No, actually, it had naked men playing on the beach...diving from a sailing ship...snorkeling. Two of the men emerged laughing and kissed. It was Colin and Adam! A couple of years younger, but as hot as ever.
In the twenty minutes of movie we watched, with Adam skipping occasionally to different scenes, the two had steamy sex in their luxury apartment, interrupted by several phone calls from "the office," and decided they needed to get away from it all for some quality time together. They settled on the Greek Isles, and off they flew. From there on, it was sex on the beach, in a hotel, on a boat, underwater, with one another and with several different guys just as good-looking, if that is to be believed. Apparently, it was a full-length feature porn film. I was far from an authority on these things, but it looked like fantastic quality to me for the genre, beautiful photography, great locations, extremely hot men doing a creditable job of acting (though with a thin script) and having very convincingly enjoyable, erotically stimulating, BAREBACK sex with one another.
I'd been around long enough to know that that meant only one thing: all these actors were members of The Association. Otherwise, Adam and Colin would not have touched them sexually, even to make a film.
Adam froze the frame with the mouth of an incredibly handsome red-haired man clamping around his swollen, enormous male appendage.
"What do you think?"
Well, we thought a lot of things, I'm sure, but which ones did he want to know about? It was surprising. Hot. I'd love to see the rest of it. It prompted a million questions. We sort of stammered around a little about how it was super sexy, very classy, great photography, impressive work, etc., all true enough.
"Yeah, I know, you have a shit-load of questions. Well, I'll fill you in. The Association as an organization provides its members with the opportunity to realize their dreams. Our members are politicians, corporate execs, lawyers, doctors, professors, researchers, authors, you name it. I'm the first gay pornographer." He laughed.
"Well, what could they say. It was what I wanted. It took three months to get the go-ahead. Believe me, there was one hell of a discussion. In the end, a bunch of the senior members invested their own money in the company I wanted to start. We work out of eastern Europe, and we make top-notch male erotica. I do use non-Association talent, and they wear condoms for sex scenes. But there is a big demand, especially lately, for bare-back. Guys are so fed up with latex, they want to at least dream and fantasize about skin on skin. By using Association members, I can make safe bareback films. And trust me, there is a huge market for it in this top-of-the-line niche. No one else is doing it. I enticed Colin here to work with me on this title three years ago," he leaned over to give his lover an appreciative kiss."
"When I was still in law school," inserted Colin, "hoping against hope no one on my faculty would get wind of it. They did, of course, but wouldn't admit it, so I got away with it and got through the bar."
"And then he did two more with me, in Tahiti and Down Under. I've made a couple of others with different other guys as groups. Colin has retired from porn to focus on corporate law, with partners who pretend they don't know about his sordid but extremely erotic past."
"Half of them have copies of my DVD's, though, to show their friends privately and then arrange to introduce me to them."
"And I'm going to retire, myself, after one more season. I'm twenty-four now, getting on a bit for the gay cinema trade. So I'll be strictly on the production end after that.
"But here's the deal. I want to make three bare-backs this season. I'm trying to entice Colin back for one of them. But I need other cast, too, a dozen men per film. I'm offering you two, not offering, asking you two, to take roles in the first film, "Bohemian Getaway." But if it goes like I think, like I just about know, it will go, I'm going to want you in all three films. I think you will both be a sensation. All over the world. We'll make tons of money, and there will be personal appearances, and all that crap. After that, who knows. You'll be through college, and you can go on with your own careers, or if you want, we can do some more film work for several more years-until you get old and decrepit, like me," he grinned.
"How do you even know we would work on film?" Nicholas asked. "Don't you need a screen test, or something?"
"Ah, my laddie, you forget." He clicked another button on the remote.
The screen went blue, then another scene appeared. It was me fucking Nicholas, from about a week or so ago.
"I've been watching you audition all summer."
Colin chuckled at our gaping mouths.
"Well, I've been watching everyone else, too," Adam said defensively.
"Who else are you inviting to be in these films?"
"Several great prospects from your group-Patrick and William, Jason, Lamar, Elijah, Peter. But Colin has been out to our western training center, The Ranch, in Wyoming. There are three guys there we're interested in. And in Oregon, at The Lodge, there are four more. I have a friend training that group that is scouting for me, in fact you just saw him sucking my dick a minute ago. And down in Georgia, at The Plantation, they have six guys this year that look promising. Together, that should give us a great cast for these three films I've planned so far."
"So, you're a big porn star?" I was flabbergasted. This was a whole new world to me, totally unfamiliar.
"Walking through airports is kind of fun," Adam laughed. "Streets of New York, L. A., Paris, London...We both get pointed at a lot. What's really funny is if we're together. Then they're SURE they recognize us! And you'd be surprised how many women!"
I looked at Nicholas with bewilderment. Did we want to go through this, or not? It was going to take some thinking. His look back at me was non-committal, but amused.
"Well, I don't expect an answer right now, of course. I know you have to think about it and talk about it. Don't mention it to the others I named yet, though-I haven't spoken to them. You're at the top of my list. We'll talk more later, and I'll answer any questions you may have."
"Now, in the meantime," Colin broke in, "you guys mentioned needing to be auditioned? How's tonight sound? That's a big bed over there, room for four."
Adam laughed and punched at Colin. "Why do you need to be in on the audition, hot-cakes, if you won't even commit to do the film?"
Colin grinned. "Tell you what." He looked earnestly at Nicholas and me. "If these guys are in, I'm in, too."
Gee. The pressure was on.
Let the auditions begin!