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CHAPTER 17
Turning the first corner of the labyrinth, Nicholas and I moved away from the light. We took a right turn, then a couple of lefts, and we were lost among the bewildering assortment of narrow corridors twisting away in all directions. In the near darkness, we passed or were passed by a number of naked, masked men. Each one examined us intently. Some reached out to stroke a shoulder or butt cheek. We moved purposefully, as if we had an appointment at some particular destination.
At first, there didn't seem to be much going on. But after a few more turns, we came across to men standing, with two men kneeling before them, sucking their dicks. A few yards later, there was a tall, well-formed man leaning with arms outstretched on the wall, his feet spread wide. Another tall, but slimmer man was strenuously fucking him, hands gripping his waist. Two or three others stood close by watching in the low light.
The first hassock we came upon was graced with the nubile body of Gregory, almost covered by a slim, elegant-looking black man. Gregory, I thought, was one of The Association's great success stories this summer. He had come to the training fresh and handsome enough, but rather soft and girly. Now, he was all hard muscle and sinew, not an ounce of fat, with sleek and supple skin. The man atop him now ground his hips rhythmically into Gregory's firm buttocks in a pleasing contrast of black on white. There seemed to be four or five men waiting in line, in case Gregory's ass needed more attention after this first basting. Knowing Gregory, he'd probably take them all on.
Next, we encountered the male plastic liquor-dispensing statue. I stuck its smooth, white dick into my mouth and fondled the phallus, seeking the marble inside that would release its nectar. I squeezed it, and a fiery shot of whiskey poured into my mouth. Nicholas, observing my action, followed suit, slightly choking with surprise at the intensity of his reward.
"Good stuff, huh," I laughed.
He grinned. "Not as good as what comes out of yours."
We moved on. We'd encountered several dozen guys in the labyrinth so far. Some, we recognized by their tats as friends, and gave a pat on the ass or a cock squeeze in greeting as we passed. Others, we had no idea of their identity. What struck me, though, was the consistent fitness and attractiveness of all the men's bodies. I could not readily tell even the age group of the men. Being selective in choosing partners might prove to be less easy than Nicholas and I had anticipated. I might wind up giving that "mercy fuck" without realizing it!
Nicholas stopped, and I bumped into his smooth, solid butt. "Hey, I know where we are," he whispered. "There's a little room over there. If it's open, we could use that to play in." He grasped my dick gently and led me to the right and around a corner. But then he stopped. Two other figures stood in the way, just outside the entrance to the small alcove. They looked us over inquisitively, and I saw the gleaming white teeth of the nearer one, with short, brown hair, as this mouth broke into a grin. We stood still a moment, Nicholas unconsciously massaging my growing dick.
"What luck," the guy drawled. "You two are exactly who I was hoping would come by." His buddy stepped up beside him and laid his hand familiarly across his shoulder. "You want to come inside and play with us for a while?"
Damn, I knew that voice. It was xxxx xxxx, the film actor stud we'd seen on the terrace earlier.
"Yes!" whispered Nicholas in my ear, in case I had any doubts on that score.
In response, we moved toward the two men, Nicholas releasing my boner as he stepped up to the actor stud. I drew near the darker-haired man, who took hold of my handle and pulled me close against him.
"Nice!" he said, and then planted his lips on mine and inserted his warm, slick tongue into the slot.
Damnation! From that one word, I recognized his voice, too. It was xxxx xxxx, another top draw male screen heart-throb. Now two of the top five "Sexiest men alive," according to media polls, embraced me and Nicholas, each with his tongue halfway down our throats and a hand around our engorging cocks.
Since these are famous celebrities, I can't blow their cover-though I blew their cocks-and I'll nickname them. My guy for the moment will be Jack, and the brown- haired dude will be Joe. I seemed to recall that they had appeared in a movie together a couple of years ago. Every woman in America, and half the men, creamed their pants imagining what these guys looked like naked. (Well, we'd seen a tantalizing sample of skin on the big screen, including both their asses.) Now Nicholas and I knew the rest of the story, and were impressed. These men were hung!
Jack obviously worked out. He was an inch or so shorter than me, but he had strong shoulders and a big, well-padded chest, with very little hair. There was a treasure trail from navel to springy black pubes. His dick was at half-mast, and already thick. His thighs were muscular, larger than mine, and he had nicely formed calves, too. I was enjoying sweet breath, a strong tongue, and excellent dental work as he probed my oral cavity. I'm no wuss, though-I pressed back with my own strong tongue, and we dueled good-naturedly, sharing the dominant role.
Jack pulled back to look intently into my eyes with his own big browns. "Joe was right-you're quite a find!"
I found out later that Jack and Joe had become lovers while they were filming together. Jack was in his late 20's, Joe in his thirties, and they had not met at The Association, but their director on the film, also a member and having done his homework, dropped the news that they were both members, and they'd been porking one another on the sly ever since. But what they both liked, as so many macho guys do, was to get their asses fucked! After a little making out in the corridor, they pulled Nicholas and me into the niche they had found, slid the false wall over, and pulled us atop them on the padded platform inside.
It was about the size of a double bed, rounded at the corners to save our shins in the darkness. But there were half a dozen candles lit on small shelves high on the walls, which were entirely covered in mirrors. In the center of the ceiling, a recessed bulb shone, illuminating the bed itself in low light. And the ceiling itself was mirrored, too.
I pulled my mask off and dropped it beside the bed. Jack took the hint and removed his, too, smiling coyly at me, since he wasn't sure I had recognized him yet. I made no comment, but resumed kissing him. When I glanced to my right, Nicholas and Joe were out of their masks, too. Nicholas was nibbling on Joe's Adam's apple, and Joe was grinning. I began nibbling my way downward, too.
Jack's eyes were glued to the ceiling, staring at my evenly tanned backside as I worked on his chest with my lips, tongue, and teeth. I spent time on each tit, and dallied over his navel, too. Soon enough, I was lipping his pubes, and his eight inch dick was poking my throat. It was thick, smooth, straight, and cut, a nice big head capping it off. I opened wide and slid it all the way in smoothly. That seemed to let the air out of Jack's lungs. When he inhaled, he reached around to stroke my abdomen.
"Turn around," he gasped.
I swiveled, maintaining my mouth-to-cock contact. He grabbed my thigh and guided me over him until my knees straddled his face. At that point, my long dick just naturally slid an inch or two into his mouth. He gently worked the head of it while I deep-throated his cock, for ten minutes or so. His hands caressed my balls and ass and milked at my shaft.
Sensing movement beside us, I glanced over to see Nicholas pulling Joe's feet over his shoulders. In another moment, he was sliding his big rod into Joe's ass. I figured Jack would be wanting the same very soon. I sat back on his face, planting my rosebud smack on his lips, and I pulled his knees up, too, rotating his hips around so that I could eat out his butt while he worked on mine. I found him to be more than happy to oblige. But I couldn't help but grin and shake my head. God damn! Xxxx xxxx's tongue was stuck up my asshole! OK, enough of being star-struck. He was a hot guy, but still, just a guy. And I could never even brag of having fucked him!
Now I noticed Joe also intently studying the mirror overhead, admiring Nicholas' muscular, lean ass clenching over his own midsection, and enjoying the sight of my tongue probing his bud's asshole as well. I worked in plenty of saliva. When I was satisfied with my preparations, I raised myself off of Jack's face, moved around beside Nicholas, holding Jack's knees up all the way, and settled Jack's ass onto my steel-hard pole. It slid right in, all the way to the pubes, dragging the PA ring a bit. Again, Jack's lungs deflated with pleasure as he forgot to breathe for a moment. The two men on bottom looked over at one another and smiled conspiratorially. I had the feeling that their game plan was working for them perfectly.
I leaned over and kissed Nicholas, an act that was not lost on our two pussy-boys, watching from below.
"Take your time, make it last," I whispered. Nicholas nodded, then shrugged as if to say, "Well, I'll do what I can." I chuckled. We hardly needed to talk anymore, we knew one another's body language so well. These asses were tight and slick, and they invited lusty humping and quick ejaculation. We would have to pace ourselves to satisfy them. Not used to the tug of the cock jewelry, I was receiving additional sensations at the end of my dick that would make it even harder to resist ejaculating.
Joe was quite the extrovert, very vocal under Nicholas' ministrations. My buddy was slamming his ass hard, and he moaned and groaned and begged for more of it. Jack grinned up at me, and into the overhead mirror, stroking my thighs as I banged his ass. Occasionally he also let out an "Ahhhh! Yeah!" as I impacted his prostate especially pleasingly. He looked over at Joe, grimacing in ecstasy, and started to laugh. I found myself liking both guys immensely, and I wanted to please them.
Just then, I saw a flicker of light INSIDE the mirror! Shit, I haven't drunk that much, I thought. Then-duhh-the realization. It's a two-way mirror! Someone on the other side flicked a cig lighter (which we weren't supposed to have in The Crypt). It flickered again, and moved around, illuminating one, two, three...damn, a dozen, naked, shadowy forms on the other side. We had a fuckin' audience!
Did Jack and Joe know about that? Would they have taken their masks off if they did? Should we tell them?
Rule number one of fucking is, don't interrupt your partner with crap that will mess up his concentration and enjoyment, and that he doesn't really need to know. I decided this was not need-to-know, and kept fucking. But I cut my eyes over at Nicholas. He gave me a sly smile and flicked his eyes at the mirror ahead. He saw it, too. It was show-time. We would get to do a little bragging about who we were fucking after all!
By easing off at intervals, we were able to keep up our stud work for twenty minutes in that position. Then, we flipped the men onto their knees, and worked them that way for another fifteen. Joe collapsed, and Jack followed suit, and we gave them ten minutes fucking them flat on the mattress. Finally, Nicholas, sweat dripping onto Joe's back, announced, "Fuck, man, I gotta blow." He began to pump his seed into Joe's ass, and I immediately responded with a flood of my own into Jack's gut. We were so worked up, just pumping out the jizz took several minutes. These guys would be dripping anally the rest of the night. We fell atop them, slid off in the sweat, and lay beside our partners, four naked, wet, spent men in a row.
There was a barrage of tapping on the mirror above our heads. Joe and Jack looked up, grinning, and waved.
"Sorry, guys, maybe we should have told you about that little aspect of this room," laughed Jack.
"Don't worry about it," Nicholas answered, with relief in his voice.
I was on the end, and Jack's strong arm fell across my chest and drew me up close to him. Joe hit a button somewhere on the side of the platform, and the overhead light went out. We rested, wordless, for fifteen minutes or so, as men like to do after intense sex.
"We have a big, comfortable suite upstairs, you know," Jack said after a while, raising up on his elbow. "You guys finished down here, or do you need to do a bit more socializing?"
"They need to socialize, dork," his buddy answered for us. "Got to get ready for the big auction, you know.
"But afterward," he continued, "come up and spend the rest of the night with us, OK? 302. Much more comfortable than your little room, and they'll let you sleep where you want tonight, and stay in late in the morning. We'll be there after another hour and half ourselves, but if you get there first, just hop in the bed. We know how to make a guy glad we woke him."
We agreed, and after lingering good-bye kisses, we slipped out into the dark labyrinth to meet more prospects, while our new friends lay in their lair waiting for more long, thick top-cock.