THE ASSOCIATION
CHAPTER 27
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EMBARKATION
The return trip to our respective universities was the reverse of the one that brought us to The Farm. My planeload fell silent and reflective, unable to converse much over the drone of the jet engines anyway. I leaned my head against the bulwark, closed my eyes, and thought about the previous night, the last one for Nicholas and me at The Farm, and our brave but solemn farewell.
Our lovemaking had a deliberate quality about it. Whereas, we generally just fell onto the sheets and grabbed one another, making for a very spontaneous and lusty round of unrestrained sex, until we had exhausted all four of our testicles (more if others joined us), this time, our movements were almost choreographed, and we savored every touch. First, I made tender, passionate love to Nicholas. We kissed for twenty minutes. Then, I began to tongue my way down his body. I nibbled his Adam's apple and licked his throat and ears. I sucked each of his tits, bit on them, and massaged his pecs. I slid my tongue down the middle of his abdomen and into his navel. Then, though his big cock throbbed and dripped, begging for my attention, I swiveled around to work up from the other end. I sucked and licked between his sexy, clean toes, and nibbled up the arches of his feet to his ankles. I worked on the backs of his knees. In response, he reached up and grabbed my scrotum and played with it gently while I painted his inner thighs with my tongue.
I pulled his legs back so that I could reach his anus and perineum, and I worked them with my long, wet tongue. I could hear Nicholas moaning gently as I licked his asshole and tried to work my tongue into it. He relaxed his sphincter, and I was able to get an inch inside, saliva dripping into his open ring.
Working my way up the tender skin between asshole and balls, I licked and sucked, soon enough drawing one, and then the other, of his large balls into my warm mouth. I've always thought this is the very pinnacle of male trust-to let another man hold one's testicles within the circle of his teeth.
At last, the thick tower of blood-stiffened flesh could be ignored no longer. I took the large head of my mate's phallus into my mouth and rotated my tongue slowly around it. As always, the taste was sublime. A little bead of pre-cum hinted at the flavor to come, if I were to persist with this oral activity very much longer. Again, Nicholas moaned and sighed, and I felt the air from his lungs wash over my balls and ass, hanging above his face. He tickled my scrotum delicately.
I reached for the lube tube beside the bed. A dribble of the cool goo oozed onto his anal pucker, and my finger gently smoothed it on, and wiggled some inside the opening.
The urge to take him head on came over me. I swiveled around and lay directly upon his body, so evenly and beautifully matched with mine. His legs spread to allow my hips to slant between his thighs. My tongue returned to his mouth to find his own tongue eager to meet mine, I felt his thighs rise as his feet slid up beside my legs. My hard, long dick, pressed at first against his crotch, seemed of its own volition to slide between his legs and seek the entry to his bowel. I felt the tip of it prod at his rectum. Then, smoothly, it slid into its familiar home, as Nicholas' legs rose even higher.
I began to thrust my hips, first slowly, then gradually increasing in both tempo and strength. Nicholas eyes closed, and his face assumed an expression of eager bliss. I continued to nibble around his lips, throat, and ears as I drove deep within him.
That night, I felt I could fuck my friend forever. I could cum, or not cum, according to my will. After ten minutes, I let him know this: "Just tell me when," I whispered. Nicholas nodded, a small, tender smile on his beautiful face.
I felt moisture coagulate into small beads of sweat on my muscular shoulders, then run over my shoulder blades to the rivulet of my spine. In the small of my back, it seemed a tiny pool of it formed, sloshed by the rhythmic movement of my strong, rounded buttocks, rising and falling over Nicholas' hips. A few drips fell from my forehead onto Nicholas' cheeks, without entering at all into his consciousness or hampering his pleasure in any way. Like a machine, I pounded my lover.
At last, he uttered a single word, "Now," in a low, calm voice. I picked up speed just slightly, and again in about a minute and a half, when I felt the urge to spasm begin to build deep in my groin. Another minute, and I hosed my man's insides with great gushes of my own life fluids. His anus became slippery with my seed, but I continued to slide in and out, oozing and dripping, until I was sure I was finished and my mate was well satisfied. My torso descended onto his, each wet and slick with our mingled sweat. His mouth rose to fetch mine, and we kissed deeply.
Unable and unwilling to move, we lay like that, my dick still inserted into his manly holster, for a quarter hour. At last, we swung our feet over opposite sides of the bed, rose, and walked slowly, like athletes after a match, to the showers. Three or four other couples were there, for the same purpose, washing one another in the intermission between acts of love. The cooling water refreshed us, and soon enough, we were lip- locked under the sluicing stream like our friends, our hands stroking smoothly over one another's wet, clean flesh.
After drying one another, we returned to our room, fingers entwined. There, Nicholas led me to the bed and crawled on top of me, performing the same act of love upon me as I had done for him earlier, except that he began with my toes and worked his way upward. Since his long, fleshy cock dangled right above my nose, I could not resist taking it into my mouth and playing with it while he sucked and licked my toes and feet. Later, as he bent over my midsection eating out my ass and licking under my balls, I could reach his ass, too, with my tongue and lips. But mostly, I just enjoyed the undivided attentions of my lover. He brought me to the edge of ejaculation twice, but intuitively backed off each time.
When I was nearing the point of no return the third time, Nicholas turned and lay his chest on mine. We kissed, and he nibbled my ears, throat, and tits as I felt his thick, firm penis poking around my crotch area as his hips shifted. I drew my feet up, raising my knees. His right hand drifted over to the bedside table and returned, gooey, to smear my anus. I raised my knees higher and relaxed my sphincter ring, now slick and ready. I felt the head of his cock enter me. It lay still just inside my ass for only a few seconds, then slid smoothly all the way in. I sighed in contentment, thinking with awe how, just three months ago, I had had no knowledge of this sexual pleasure, yet even on that first night when I had allowed Nicholas to relieve his pent-up ejaculate in my ass, I had enjoyed that sensation immensely. We'd fucked more in three months that lots of married couples do in three years!
I guess I had a cryptic smile on my face then, because Nicholas smiled, too, and said, "What?"
"You make me happy."
Then he smiled broader. He began to slide his dick in and out of my ass, picking up momentum as the sensation in his own cock and balls dictated. Every pass rolled over my pleasure spot, and every thrust "hit bottom" in my gut. Nicholas was determined to give me just as long and hard a fucking as I had given him, but I could tell it was a struggle. He paused a time or two in order to pull back from the brink, and he turned his head to suck my big toe, which dangled beside his cheek, partly to shift his concentration, I think. Finally, I had mercy on him.
"I want to have your baby, Sailor," I said. "Shoot, it, Stud."
Immediately, he flooded my gut with sticky fluid, gasping with the release. His face was ruddy with exertion and stimulation, and his chest glistened with new sweat. He lay his damp head on my shoulder, and I felt his heaving chest as well as his pulsing cock. My feet slid down the bed and entwined with his.
Again, we lay like this for several minutes as we regained our composure. Then, again, we sallied off to the showers, where there were a couple of different pairs also washing off sweat and semen with us. This time, though, we got clean sheets from the linen closet on the hallway and remade our bed before climbing back in. We fell asleep in one another's arms, and were still in the embrace when Dennis rapped on our door for the final time, at 8:00.
Incongruously, I felt a warm, wet mouth close over my dick. As good as it felt, it did not seem to mesh with my thoughts. I opened my eyes, back on the plane, and saw Patrick's head bobbing up and down over my crotch.
"Thanks, Bud, but what brought this on?"
He released my member to speak. "Well, you've been waving this stiffie at me the last half hour. It looked desperately in need of attention. I thought I'd help out."
"Far be it from me to interfere."
He resumed his task and was rewarded in a few minutes with an in-flight snack.
But almost immediately, Owen came down the aisle with the dreaded announcement: "Time to get dressed, men. This is a pretty busy airstrip we're landing at, and folks there are not used to plane-loads of naked men. Back to the real world, now, sorry!" He was setting the example by wearing chinos and skin-tight golf shirt.
The passenger cabin groaned in chorus. I think the ones who had resisted communal nudity and homoeroticism in the beginning groaned loudest. But we grudging complied, slipping into cargo shorts and tees or golf shirts, locating our sandals or flip- flops, all provided earlier as part of our travel packages by The Association.
Evan was waiting for us with his Benz, We dropped Matthew off at his new condo, and then Patrick and I rode together to ours-we were to live now in the same building, a newly renovated building of loft condos. Evan gave each of us a ring of keys, and got out to show us, proudly, our new digs.
We went by Patrick's place first, on the third floor, a spacious, attractively furnished unit with a long balcony along one wall from living area to bedroom. His luggage had been delivered and unpacked, everything neatly put away. The place was beautifully and expensively furnished. Even the kitchen was fully equipped. Patrick was almost teary as we left him to move on to my unit.
My new home was on the fourth floor, a different lay-out from Patrick's but equally roomy and attractive. Being on the top level, it had a large patio, as big as the apartment itself, with deck furniture and potted plants, accessed from both living room and bedroom-and a spa. The first thing I noticed was that the balustrade provided privacy from the waist down-I'd never have to wear clothing out here! Evan read my mind and winked at me as I surveyed my new domain. The place was handsomely, professionally decorated, in perfect taste. I had a grin on my face I thought might be permanent.
Evan showed me a packet of messaged from The Association on my desk, explaining that it would contain everything I needed to know. But he offered to cover some of the high spots himself, if I'd like. I definitely would, and offered him a drink- I'd seen a bar sort of between the living and dining areas of the open space. There was even a small icemaker there. I poured up a couple of single malts, and when I returned to the leather sofa with them, I found Evan wearing nothing but a mischievous grin, his few items of clothing neatly draped across a chair arm. The man did have a magnificent body. The hair of his chest was buzzed down neatly like his goatee. His beautiful legs were evenly covered in soft, black down. I set down my drink, and my own threads hit the floor less neatly than his. We leaned back side by side on the comfortable couch, crossed our feet on the coffee table, and sipped our scotches languidly.
"So when do I get to start paying for all this?" I asked. There, it was out, the main thing I was concerned about with this crowd.
"Oh, don't worry, you'll have opportunities enough to show your appreciation. But not until you can afford it. And you WILL be able to afford it. You won't pay for your own training and start-up, but you'll get the chance to help provide someone else's along the way. But really, here's one thing you should know: many years ago, The Association made some extremely good investment decisions. None of us know now, or ever will, just how much this outfit is worth today. It's too complicated. But what we can know boggles the mind. Believe me, money is not our problem."
Evan went on to explain a few more things about the local set-up. This condo building belonged to The Association (I figured as much). Not all residents were members, but some were. There would be a welcome party for me and Patrick within a few days, and we would find out who was who. Meanwhile, one sheet of paper in my packet would instruct me where and when to meet the group for exercise, and I'd get a lot more contacts through that. My parking space in the garage would have my new Benz in it. (I fought the impulse to run down there immediately to see it.) And he himself would be no more than an hour away, and available by phone anytime, in case I needed anything while I got acclimated to the new situation.
I got up to get us a refill, and while I was in the kitchen, my cell-phone rang, with Nicholas' ring-tone. He had news: After his consultation with Adam, the decision had been made to set him up with a condo at his uni, and he was now moved in. His was a town house, with a little enclosed private yard out back with a hot tub. His "Capri blue" SL class roadster was parked in the garage behind that. And he wanted to know if he could come over for the weekend after next. As a matter of fact, yes, he could!
I told Nicholas that a naked Evan was sitting on my couch waiting for his second scotch, and he just responded, "Do him, Douglas!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure. I'd do it in a heartbeat. Picturing it will give me some whack-off material until I meet someone to play with here. Which, I'm told, is likely to happen by about tomorrow."
I laughed, and we hung up.
When I returned to the sofa, I handed Evan his drink. But instead of sitting beside him, I straddled his thighs and sat there. He grinned at me. His dick rose, a nice, sleek seven-and-a-half incher. Damn, those teeth, those eyes. That cock. I leaned down and exchanged a scotchy kiss.
"Why don't we go check out that bed? I don't even know if it will be comfortable yet."
"It will. Come on, I'll show you."
We rose and strolled into the bedroom, where my as-yet-unneeded new wardrobe had been neatly stored away in drawers and closet. The bed was beautifully made with luxurious sheets and duvet. As we sank into its depths, I noticed that Evan's boner was already beginning to glisten. His strong arms enfolded me, and my lips returned to his.
I knew I was going to miss Nicholas while we were separated this semester. But there would be compensations.
I liked my new life. A lot.