THE ASSOCIATION
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CHAPTER 18
SOCIALIZATION
Nicholas and I made our way from the not-so-secret chamber and into the maze of corridors again. In places, it was pitch dark, and I felt my friend's hand lightly on my ass as I led the way past several felating or copulating pairs, triads, and earthworm tangles of male nakedness. The tangle was on one of the hassocks under an azure spotlight, and it seemed to include half a dozen men of several age groups, apparently getting along just fine. There was a butt cheek toward the bottom of the pile that I recognized as belonging to Jason because of the tattoo. I gave his foot-I think it was Jason's-a squeeze as we passed, and I heard a grunt in reply.
One or two individuals also passed us, squinting intently. Not interested at the moment, we scurried past them, and they moved on.
When we came to the female liquor-dispensing sculpt, both of us took a big swig from her moist pussy.
"Best I've had," commented Nicholas. "Not fishy or pissy at all."
I laughed. I used to like pussy-lapping, and maybe I would again. But it would take one hell of a clit to really satisfy my oral desires after all the nice cock I'd sucked that summer! And I'd like it a whole lot better if I, or some guy, had planted a big load of man cum up there for me to suck out.
I felt a light buzz coming back on, and off I went again, still grinning. Nicholas' hands were now on my shoulders, and occasionally his thick, meaty member pressed against my backside tantalizingly when I slowed to let someone pass or choose a turn.
We had no idea now where we were. Suddenly, there was a violet light ahead. We stepped out into one of the open space within the maze, where perhaps two dozen naked men crowded one another, chatting, fondling one another, and watching a major orgy going on under the spotlight, on a large, round platform.
Damn. There were eight or ten guys up there in various postures, fucking away at one another. At one point, they made a fuck-chain of five men. Every decade from teens (us) to seventies was represented, all in exceedingly fine condition. Nicholas and I stopped to watch for a few minutes. He shyly took hold of my hand, something he had never done before. I felt slightly self-conscious for a moment, despite the fact that men were fucking other men right before our eyes. What was holding hands compared to that! But somehow, it seemed more personal, more intimate, more affectionate. That's it- affectionate! Men can fuck right and left with wild abandon, then blush at a light kiss or the touch of a hand. How full of shit we are! I grasped Nicholas' hand firmly, to let him know I liked it. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his sweet little grin, and noticed his chest heave a bit. My heart lurched. I turned and kissed him ferociously, full on the lips. I wrapped my arms around his muscular shoulders and planted a big, deep, wet one on him. His dick sprang up, hard, and pressed my abdomen. Pulling back, I gazed into his warm, wonderful brown eyes, wide with wonder. My lips were soundless, but I knew the smile around my mouth below the mask said, "I love you, Fucker." I drew him to me and wrapped my arm around his waist, and his found mine.
Men nearby had stopped looking at the raw sex under the light, and were watching us intently and respectfully. The sex scene before us was winding down in a shower of cum. Dicks were pulling out, wet and red, from gaping assholes.
I became aware that a circle of men now surrounded us, as if we were the center of attention. It felt very strange. Several were whispering asides to friends nearby. I was about to tug Nicholas away, when one man stepped toward me. He was about six feet tall, maybe in his forties, hard to tell, most of his body shaved, but perfectly tanned and very fit. He came between Nicholas and me to speak.
"Some of us saw you two take on those movie stars in the booth. Very hot show. What do you say about letting some of us in on the action? Up for another round? Or would you like to let a few of us do the work on you for a change?"
I tried to look through Nicholas' mask to see the expression beneath. For myself, I felt conflicted. On the one hand, this guy, and several others behind him, were very well-put-together men. On the other hand-God-he was the age of my father. I wondered if they knew one another, if he even knew who I was and desired my body anyway. It seemed a little creepy. I wasn't that far beyond jail-bait to this guy, particularly in my own mind. Still, that uncut dick of his was ram-rod stiff, pointing at my thigh....I drew Nicholas to the side a step or two and whispered.
"Shit, man, I don't know. What have we gotten into down here? Should we just run for it?"
"No, I don't think so. I think it's time to pay our dues, Bud. If we want to get anyone to bid on us tomorrow-or is it today now-we've got to let them know we're good sports. They're nice guys. They're hot as hell. Let's take a few of 'em on, and then we can sneak out.
"Besides," (I could almost feel him smiling underneath his mask now), "I'm getting horny again. I need to get fucked! Especially by that dark-haired stud with the huge tool over there."
That's my Nicholas. He'd already picked out which cock he wanted up his ass first. Well, what the fuck, I thought. At least this time it would be both of us pulling the train together.
Nicholas took my hand and led me toward the light, shining now onto an empty platform.
"Wait a sec," said the fellow who had become our suitors' spokesman. "Check this out."
He moved over to a corner of the partition and groped around on the wall for a second. Finding a switch, he flipped it, and we heard a whirring sound above. Two leather-and-chain slings descended from the shadows above into the lighted area. They were joined at the head, facing opposite directions.
Nicholas wasted no time in climbing into the closer apparatus, spreading his legs to offer his succulent ass to the group of men. I moved around to the other side and settled into the other seat. That put our heads right next to one another. We could easily talk, and by leaning over a bit, kiss.
I felt a warm hand caress my thigh, and looked down. The spokesman dude had hopped up on the platform between my legs, and he clearly intended to be my first client.
"I'm Franco," he said, as he slid a large finger-full of goo into my asshole.
"Douglas."
Mask or no mask, I could tell that Franco was leering at me as his eyes swept over my naked body, now bathed in light, my legs splayed open welcoming him. His left hand grasped my right ankle, and he moved in, large, swollen cock leading the way, the fingers of his right hand grazing my calf and thigh provocatively. Man, I was in for a basting, and I knew it. The other men gathered around to watch as Nicholas and I submitted ourselves to their raw, carnal urges, one after the other.
I heard Nicholas grunt, and I deduced that he had been entered. I couldn't see who his stud was, but I hoped it was the one he'd selected. I didn't have time to dwell on it, though, because immediately Franco slid his thick phallus up my chute in a single stroke. I gasped, held my breath, and grimaced as he withdrew, then shoved in again, twice. Damn. He was showing no mercy, intent upon dominating me and taking his pleasure off of my compliant flesh.
I felt that familiar sensation of tearing flesh, as if my asshole was getting ripped wide open, and that equally familiar dull, deep sensation of bliss as Franco seemed to "hit bottom" in my bowel. The first, painful one quickly subsided, and the pleasurable one grew with each stroke. Franco plunged into me with force and escalating speed, and I closed my eyes to give myself over to the experience. I felt wetness around my left big toe and opened my eyes a crack. Another man was standing beside and behind Franco, his hands on Franco's hips as if to urge him on, his mouth engulfing my foot. My eyes closed again so that the wet tongue, dragging teeth, and nibbling lips of the stranger on my toes and the arch of my foot became part of the rhapsody of sensation I felt in being fucked by this virile, lusty man. When a second mouth went to work on my right foot, and a third, then a fourth took up duties on my tits and navel, I didn't even open my eyes anymore. I simply absorbed the pleasure. Hands, an uncounted number of them, caressed and massaged my legs, buttocks, and torso.
Never in my life had I been worked over so elegantly and thoroughly. When Franco's cock swelled up even thicker, and his panting deep thrusts indicated that he was shooting his semen into my gut, he slacked just for a moment, then his cock slid out only to be replaced by another as large and as hard and as insistent as his had been. The licking and caressing continued as the men rotated around to assume new locations. Above my head, I heard another man's deep, guttural cries of ejaculation. Nicholas was getting his first cum-load, too.
While the third man was cumming inside me, I came, too, in large spurts across my chest. Now the mouths working on my chest vacuumed up all my ejaculate, and one gently cleaned up my cock, too. I opened my eyes to watch them lick on my stomach, and my third stud-hoss lifted his mask and gave me a wink. It was Evan, the hot guy who drove me to The Farm back at the beginning of the summer. Damn. He fucked me and I almost didn't know it was him. After that, one or the other man was working on my dick pretty much all the time, as the third Evan's sleek cock slid out of me and was replaced by a fourth, and then a fifth.
"One more and we quit," panted Nicholas beside my ear.
"Yeah. And how do we do that? I'm not sure I can move."
"Just tell, 'em. 'No" means NO, remember?"
Number six was sliding into me as he spoke. I raised up my head and caught his eye.
"You're the last, OK? We gotta have a break."
He nodded, and started thrusting into my now loose and compliant rectum. Amazing how I could still enjoy the feeling of him after five others before him. In fact, I really wanted this pleasure never to stop. But I had enough sense about me to know that we'd had enough at this point and needed to clean up and reassess the situation before we got hurt.
The man let loose with an abundant stream of cum within me, crying out triumphantly as he let loose his baby-lotion. Then, the area went strangely quiet. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes. I could see just the backsides of a couple of men retreating down the passageway. Otherwise, Nicholas and I were alone.
"You OK, Buddy?"
"Yeah. Wow. OK is not the word." Nicholas chuckled.
"Can you move?" I wasn't at all sure I could.
"We'd better, or another line will form in a couple of minutes." Sure enough, a man sauntered into the room, looking puzzled at our long, nude bodies dangling from the slings. We began struggling out of our straps.
My legs almost gave way as my feet hit the smooth, cool floor. I felt a tablespoon of semen slip out of my asshole and begin to slide down the inside of my thigh. We'd need a shower, and soon.
As we stood, leaning against one another for support, the stranger moved on, but someone else appeared to be lingering nearby. It was Franco, with another man at his side-the one Nicholas had selected. I had to admit, he was a real beauty, late thirties.
"Where would you like to go? We'll help get you there."
"Well, we... I think..."
"Jack and Joe's suite? I thought so. Don't worry, we know where it is. By the way, we saw your little performance with them earlier. They're playing with a couple of your friends on the other side at the moment, but they'll be up to bed before long, and they'll be very pleased to find you two in it."
Nicholas' guy put an arm around him, and Franco put an arm around me, and they helped/led us through the maze. In moments we were in an elevator, not the public one, but a freight elevator, which took us right up to a couple of doors down from Suite 302.
Two young men about our own age, in the uniform of resort staff, met us in the hallway and insisted on taking over from there. Reluctantly, Franco and friend (later identified as James) got back into the elevator, while the two staffers led us into 302. They did not seem at all surprised to have us show up there, and asked no questions except, "How about a shower?"
We nodded gratefully, and they led us through the large, posh living room into an equally lavish bedroom with a huge, luxuriously made-up bed. Beyond that was a marble bathroom, containing a huge shower with multiple shower-heads.
One attendant led us in, turned on and adjusted the water, while the other lingered in the bedroom. As we stepped into the shower, he joined us, now buck naked. The first man exited to return in half a minute in the same condition. They entered the shower with us and began to work on our bodies with natural sponges and fine, non-soapy body cleansers. Water coursed over all of us from several directions. The two boys lavished attention on ever cell of our bodies, but this time we didn't even get hard-we were so used to giving one another such services, we had no sense of modesty about it whatsoever. When they were finished, including hosing out our anuses, they carefully and gently dried us and led us back out into the bedroom, where we now noticed two massage tables opposite the bed. Each of us was helped onto one of them, and the staffers went to work on our bodies again, this time using scented oils and their own strong, agile hands.
Our arms hung down at our sides. Apparently, Nicholas couldn't help it-when his masseur was working on his shoulders from above, Nicholas swung his arms forward and grasped the young man's equipment, massaging and working it gently. The rod sprang up obligingly into a nice seven-inch boner. But the fellow leaned down and spoke quietly into Nicholas' ear.
"We can't have sex, you know, we're staff."
Nicholas nodded, but continued his manipulating.
"Just playing around. No sex."
And he continued to do that whenever the hot young masseur's unit was within in reach, which seemed to be a lot.
The boys took an hour working on us. At last, they pulled us up off the tables and led us over to the huge bed, where they tucked us into the satiny sheets.
"Where you guys off to?" Nicholas asked.
"To the linen room," his new friend answered, grinning "to fuck my buddy's lights out." They gathered their uniforms, but left, sniggering and peeking around corners to make sure no one was watching, naked and hard.
I was asleep before the door closed. I don't know how long we rested. But the next thing I knew, a tongue was sliding down my throat and a hard cock was pressing against my navel. Our movie stars had come home.