THE ASSOCIATION
CHAPTER 21
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PROSTITUTION
"Well, buds, we're dipping the stick for cash now, even if it is for a good cause. I guess that makes us a bunch of ole ho's."
It was William who made that wry observation.
"At least we're high priced ones," retorted Brendan. "But don't forget, we'll be on the receiving end of some of those dip-sticks, stud. How many guys did James say would be on the prowl for us?"
"Only a 'few dozen,'" laughed Patrick. "What the fuck does that mean?"
"It means we have to take care of, say, four to six guys each," reasoned Dennis. "That isn't so bad. And remember, most of them will be fun, and any of them could be pretty helpful to each of us in the future. If they remember us fondly, that is!"
William was making a sour face. "I don't know if I can take four up the chute. I mean, I like it sometimes, if I'm in the mood and all, but just to bend over and take it, that ain't my thing."
"Stick with me, then, Sugar," consoled Patrick. "I'll take your share backside, and you can be the stud dog."
William rumpled his partner's hair, which by now had a couple of inches' growth on it, and grinned. "I knew I could count on you."
We had to rotate, two at a time, in the showers available to us, but we washed one another as thoroughly as we could to prep for our coming night's revels. It was midnight before James returned to let us know that the crowd had left, except for the Members. We were ready to Rock 'n Roll.
Nicholas and I, of course, would stick together. All eight of us, though, trooped down the stairs and out onto the large terrace, where we saw at least a dozen naked men waiting, most sipping drinks. There was a uniformed barman on the periphery of the pavement. I, for one, was ready for a little refreshment. I sidled over and ordered a single-malt. Might as well take advantage of Franco's hospitality, I reasoned. Nicholas, grinning, requested the same.
While the pouring was underway, and the first couple of sips, I casually checked out the scene. The guys I saw were in their 30's and 40's mostly, with maybe a couple past 50, but all looking damn fit. Of course, to us eighteen-year-olds, they looked ancient. As others of the slaves also ordered drinks, we broke from the group and sauntered out among the men we were assigned to frolic with. I could see Patrick and William, then Brendan and Peter, drifting out, too. Three older guys moved over to greet me and Nicholas.
We were so used to being naked, that aspect didn't affect us in the least. We picked right up on easy cocktail-party conversation as if standing naked and sipping drinks with nude strangers was the most natural thing in the world for us-it was. All the training we had gotten in all kinds of social situations came to the fore as well. We found it simple and easy to slide right into comfortable social chat. I realized with a bit of a jolt that we had matured amazingly in an astonishingly short time. We were no longer your ordinary rising college sophomores.
Our new acquaintances were Gerald, Alexander, and Nicolai, who no doubt would be Jerry, Alex, and Nick in the outside world. All three were handsome and polished specimens of manhood.
Gerald was an investment banker, maybe forty-five years old. Yeah, my dad's age, I realized with a twinge of chagrin. But damn, this guy was pretty hot, though more than twice my age. He stood six feet tall, and he had deep auburn hair, fashionably trimmed. His gold-framed glasses made me want some just like them even though I don't need glasses for vision. The teeth were standard Association issue: flawless. His best facial feature, set off by the glasses, was his clear, blue eyes. But he had a strong, manly jaw and a highly kissable mouth, too. A good-natured, slightly cynical smile attracted me to Gerald right away. He gave me occasional knowing, in-on-the-joke looks: "I'm going to be fucking your ass shortly," they seemed to say. I felt my eyebrows lift in a, "so what are we waiting for, sexy," sort of flirtatious response, my own lips curling suggestively. Gerald's shoulders were wide and muscular, his waist tight, and his butt and thighs curved with manly grace. He had no body hair, just a swath of dark red pubes above a meaty, cut cock and drooping, pink-slung testicles.
He casually reached toward me and enveloped my genitals in his hand. I didn't even flinch, but returned his gaze directly. But the man at his left spoke to me, and I used the opportunity to check him out, too, as Gerald caressed my cock and balls gently.
This second man was a decade younger. He was an inch shorter, too, but bigger in the chest and thighs. He still had the flat stomach, however-and the jaw, the teeth, and the blue eyes, just slightly cooler than Gerald's. This was Alexander, a studio lawyer. Just a sprinkle of light honey hair adorned his chest, and his pubes were trimmed to a thin mustache over a thick, moderate-length, cock. His eyes took in my growing member, and I noticed his responding, too, like a Ball Park frank in hot water.
Actually, I was free to look wherever I wanted, because all their eyes were focused on my rigid cock, being gently and expertly massaged by Gerald's hand. Nicolai reached for Nicholas' dick, too, and I checked him out. He was a slim, brown-haired man, graying temples, late forties, light sprinkle of brown hair on his chest, with a trail leading to trimmed pubes, nice piece of uncut meat hanging a good five inches flaccid. He also had a youthful, tight ass on him. He got Nicholas up to full hard quickly, but then he shifted around behind my buddy and began to rub on him from behind, while still manually stimulating his ample unit. This guy was hot to trot.
Alexander, eyes twinkling, walked a few steps to a side table and retrieved a pump bottle of lubrication jelly and brought it over. Nicolai held out his fingers for a big squirt, which he began to massage into Nicholas' rump. I was distracted for a few seconds then, because Alexander had dropped to his knees and engulfed my cock in his mouth. Gerald was left my balls to fondle, while his friend worked his way deeper and deeper onto my pole. Alexander was a wet slurper. He had me dripping almost immediately, and the sensations were marvelous. He might get a tasty reward quickly if he kept that up!
I sensed movement to my left, and noticed that Nicholas was assuming the position, spreading his legs wide and inverting his hips. His tail was wagging gently against Nicolai's long, slender dick. Nicolai grasped the base of his cock and slipped it up Nicholas' love canal smoothly. Both men moaned gently. Nicholas bent further and pulled Gerald's hips over toward his face so that he could suck on Gerald's cock while he got fucked by Nicolai.
Having helped himself to a serving of lube now, Alexander rose and led me by the elbow over to a sturdy coffee table a few feet away, gesturing that I should mount the table on all fours. I did, and then he mounted me, first slathering my ass with the cool gel. His cock was no more than seven inches or so, but almost as thick as mine and Nicholas'. Lacking any warm-up, my sphincter muscles felt the intrusion, and twinged in protest at being forced open so quickly. I knew that phase would only last a few thrusts, though, and I didn't mind: I like a man to make me realize I'm getting fucked. Alexander took it slow, but he went to the hilt on every push. I could feel his short pubes brush my smooth ass at every thrust.
Gerald pulled his plug out of Nicholas' mouth with a pop and moved around to the other side of my table, presenting his posterior to me. He wanted me to rim his ass! Oh, well. For king and country, and all that. I gripped his nice, muscular and lean hips and bent down further to plant my nose in his crack. That gave Alexander an even better angle, and he moaned expressively with pleasure. He began to hump me a little faster. Gerald's butt was nice and clean, and I set to work eating it out as he pressed back against my face.
Nicholas, now deprived of his all-day sucker, began to hobble over toward the table, with Nicolai still hunching him, moving along with him. Nicholas got up on his knees beside me, Nicolai pressing against his ass, never letting his long gun slip out of its holster. The interruption only set him back briefly. In just a moment, he was firing his round into Nicholas' rump, emitting little gasping yelps of pleasure as he ejaculated. The seemed to turn Alexander on even more, and very quickly, he let fly his load up my tunnel.
Gerald wanted to turn the tables on me. He backed onto the table in front of me and, as Alexander withdrew from the other side, I rose up and stood my ground against the pressure from Gerald's posterior. My cock had been hard the whole time. I slid a finger over Gerald's asshole. It was plenty wet. I planted my big knob of a cockhead at the entrance and gave an easy push. There was some resistance, then it popped in. Gerald grunted, and I stopped there for a few seconds. I couldn't hold off long, though, nor did he want me to. I gave him a little in-and-out, then more, sliding in more and more deeply. When I reached the bottom, my mound pressing against his buttocks, he sighed deeply. Most guys, I find, are impressed and damn grateful to have my cock all the way up their ass-they don't get that deep of a fuck very often.
Nicholas was now sitting up beside me on the edge of the table, just watching me pork Gerald. But a new guy was sidling up to the group, a tall, dark-haired late twenties guy, with a sweet, smooth face and moderate chest hair. He introduced himself as Adrian, and spoke to Nicholas.
"Hey, can I have some of that ass, too, bud?"
Nicholas was grinning at him, and reached out to grasp the man's dick, an eight- incher already nice and hard. He nodded and started to turn back around again, but Adrian stopped him.
"Just lie back. I'll take care of it."
He pulled Nicholas' feet up over his shoulders, then raised Nicholas' hips off the table to reach his waist. With Nicholas just resting his shoulders on the table firmly, Adrian slid his cock up Nicholas' ass and began to fuck him that way. Nicholas' long, swollen dick stretched past his own navel, swinging from side to side as Adrian pounded him.
It was just too sexy looking. I tried to hold back my ejaculation, but lost my concentration and had to let it go. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" I cried as I released burst after burst of semen into Gerald's intestine.
I sat up and watched Adrian fuck my buddy for a few minutes, still dripping semen from my half-deflated dick. Alexander leaned over to give me a kiss. For several minutes, then, my views were blocked, because I had an expert tonguesman going at me. A strong hand grasped my muscular thigh and pulled it around just a bit, then lifted it over a firm buttock. Then, I felt Alexander's spongy cockhead pressing against my soft, moist anus. Meeting no resistance, it slid right in, and he began to deep-dick me at a pleasing pace which, I knew, would further lubricate my tube in short order.
I heard some splashes in the pool, and realized that some of our little group were cooling down. Alexander grunted deeply and unloaded his batter into me in a series of deep, hard thrusts. Then, he pulled me up, withdrew a flopping cock, and led me by the hand to the edge of the pool. We dove into the water, almost warm in the LA style, and emerged together shoulder-deep. Alexander's well-muscled arm wrapped around my back to draw me near him. Nicholas received his load, and then he and Adrian dived smoothly into the pool, too.
Within a few minutes, there were over a dozen guys in there. Dennis joined us, with two men swarming him like pilot fish. Between wet kisses from Alexander, I observed him with his legs and arms wrapped around a wiry, ebony-toned black fellow, rising and falling enthusiastically on the man's long, slim pole. I decided I'd given Alexander his share of my attention, and I excused myself to pull out of the pool and get myself a drink refill. As I turned away from the bar, however, I met a smiling Gerald sidling up to me. He took me into his arms and began to lead me in a Latin dance, to the music that had been playing all along. Lucky I had those Association dance lessons! He was graceful and manly, and we took good-humored turns being the shimmying seductress and the hip-thrusting peacock in the dance. At the end, Gerald led me over to a chaise on the edge of the patio, where he straddled my hips. He leaned forward to kiss me, and in thirty seconds my dick was as hard as an iron rod and poking up his ass. He rode me appreciatively for a good twenty minutes, backing off expertly each time I was close to firing off into his gut. Finally, we reversed, with him kneeling on the chaise and me standing between his feet, and he let me fuck him doggie position, ramming him hard until my balls exploded into his backside. As he collapsed onto the chaise, I stepped over to the shower and rinsed the sweat, semen, and ass slime off of my body.
Nicholas was having a fun time with his new buddy Adrian, fucking one another by turns on the edge of the spa across the pool from me. I watched lustfully for a few minutes. My bud Nicholas was one hot dude, and Adrian was a keeper, too. (I knew, by the way, that we could get in touch with these guys again later, and they with us, because we all would have access to the Association's private data-base on its members.) I didn't get much of a break. Two men who must have come out of the house while I was humping Gerald sidled up to me, introducing themselves as Todd (thirty-something, smooth, brown hair, near six feet, handsome face) and Michael (late twenties, also smooth, dark hair, about my height, face and body of a model). They welcomed me to the Association, chatted me up just a bit, with their hands all over me from the beginning, and inside of three minutes, made a sandwich with me as the meat. My dick was inserted into Todd's clean, sexy ass, and Michael's was inserted into mine. I mostly stood my ground, and the two of them pleasured themselves on me from opposite directions. I didn't cum for Michael, but he didn't mind-he shot a gasping, ecstatic load onto the patio as my pleaser pressed his prostate. Soon after, I felt the warm, liquid ooze of Michael's spunk filling my bowel.
We showered again, and the other two wandered off. I settled onto a pool-side chaise and actually dozed off with someone, I don't know who, fellating me gently and wetly. But I awoke when I felt a familiar, soft kiss. It was Nicholas, settling onto my lap with straddled legs. For the moment, a rare one, my dick was soft.
He pulled back a few inches from my face to present my waking eyes with his coy, conspiratorial smile.
"I think we've done our bit here. Let's go upstairs."
He rose and pulled me up. I followed willingly-there were no more than four or five guys left around the patio, all seemingly just finishing up on some sex act or other. We crept up to our room and found Patrick and William already in the big bed. We scooted in on the other side, Nicholas pushing William's leg over to make room. William mumbled and turned over.
I snuggled up next to my best mate. "I love you, Nicholas," I declared quietly.
He turned to face me, nose to nose.
"I know. We need to talk about that soon."
I nodded. I was so sleepy, I could hardly focus my eyes, but I knew that Nicholas' big browns were gazing into them. He kissed me gently, then turned back around. Both of us slipped quickly and quietly into slumber, the head of my temporarily- limp dick pressed into the crack of his warm, smooth ass.