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CHAPTER NINE: FORNICATION
Besides the soreness and pain, I was bothered by two things during those days of enforced idleness following the river incident. First, I was concerned about how much I was enjoying being blown by all the men, and fucking with Nicholas. It just didn't seem like the old me at all. But it was a simple fact that every man in the group worked at pleasuring my cock like no girl ever had. Every one tried his best to get the whole thing down his throat, and about a third of them got so that they could do it. And every one rode it to the end, and swallowed. As for the fucking, the way Nicholas accepted my cock up his ass, any time--never too tired, never a headache-made sex with him totally non-stressful, just pure enjoyment. And most amazing of all, the liquid pleasure of having him ejaculate in my own ass was something I would never have dreamed of. When his thick cock filled my colon and pressed on my prostate, I felt complete. I decided I would just have to get used to this new reality.
I talked to Nicholas about it, of course. He understood how I felt, but for him, it was somewhat different. "I've known for a long time I was bisexual," he confessed. "First, there was the fact I got hard around in-shape guys. I had a tough time staying limp and not staring in the showers and locker rooms from junior high on. And then, I had a few sessions in high school-circle jerks with half a dozen guys from the swim team, then two of us jacked each other on the side a couple of times. There were two other times I sucked a guy off, and I guess about three sucked me, too. Nothing anal, though, I really was the blushing virgin you took me for in that department."
As long as we were being so personal, I dared to bring up the topic of his break- up with his girlfriend back in the spring. She had told him he was not a good lover, a truly mean thing for any woman to say to any man, such vulnerable creatures as we are in that department.
"You know, I gotta say, I have no complaints with you whatsoever in the love- making department. I don't know what that girl Laura was looking for, but as far as I'm concerned, you are fantastic in the sack."
He looked at me seriously. "I've noticed myself that it is different with you. I'm much smoother and more confident. I think Laura was right about us together. I still hope to find a woman I can relate to sexually, that I can be a good lover for. But it could be that I am just better with a man. We'll see, I guess. But Douglas, with you it is sex, not lovemaking. There is a difference, you know."
Now, why did that kind of hurt my feelings, since it was exactly how I felt, too, and what I wanted to hear?
Anyway, now I knew that my worries about myself were mild compared to his. He didn't know at this point whether he would make it in the hetero world at all. At least I knew I could go back there. That knowledge made me more tender and considerate of my friend, and less centered on my own nonsense.
The second concern was easier to take care of. I didn't like the fact that we risked losing the muscle tone we had gained by missing the run and the weight training for two weeks, and Nicholas concurred. I had a brilliant idea, though. We asked Adam if we could get up with the others at oh-dark-thirty, but go to the pool to swim while they ran. That way, we could try to keep up some muscle tone while avoiding too much jarring. Adam beamed. He thought that was a great idea.
So swimming laps became a temporary part of our morning routine.
The two weeks of our recuperation slipped by quickly. We participated in all the evening programs, advanced quickly in our studies, and deepened our bonds with one another and with the other guys of the group. There are few things like having guys come by and suck your cock to help you get fond of them.
At breakfast on Tuesday after the accident, Adam had an announcement. Four pairs of partners would no longer need to wear the ankle shackles, as their bonds were demonstrably strong enough not to need them any longer. Nicholas and I were one pair. Matthew and Taylor, Patrick and William, and Gregory and Lawrence were the others.
"I don't think it will make as much difference to you eight as you might think," he said. "You'll stick right to one another just as much as ever." And he was right about that.
When the sky-diving outing came up, we were ready to merge back into the full group regimen. We wore our running shoes for that one, along with goggles and the parachute-but nothing else. The ground instruction was given up by the airstrip. We took off from our own mountaintop runway and circled to return to Association property for the jump itself. We were dropped over the large, mowed pasture used by the Farm horses, which were kept inside for the day. Nicholas and I were in the middle of the dozen guys assigned to the second plane-load of the day. The first group had all leaped bravely from the plane, their chutes deployed smoothly, and they landed safely on the grass of the pasture. Now, we saw their tiny naked forms over by the white fence, looking up at us in the sky far above them.
"Go, go, go...." sang out Adrian, our jump coordinator, sending us out in quick succession. Ahead of me, Elijah, Trevor, Ezekiel, and Keith leapt out into the cold atmosphere. Then, Nicholas turned and gave me a weak smile, then flung himself out of the airplane. I didn't have time to think about it-my turn followed immediately, and I just dived headlong out the door.
The few seconds of free fall before the chute opened were a sensational rush. The cold wind licked over every cell of my body. My dick had shrunk to its absolute minimum, about 3 inches, plastered against my balls and my perineum. Below me, chutes were opening, including Nicholas'--one less worry for me when that happened. Then I felt something behind me grab me and slow my descent. My chute was open, too, and doing its job. My feet and legs rotated around beneath me.
The rest of the ride was exhilarating, but also beautiful and peaceful, just hanging there in the sky, drifting lazily toward the field. I saw Nicholas and the others touch down, and prepared myself for the shock of hitting the ground. The parachutes were great, though, and I slowed to a gentle landing several yards past the nearest man. After me, Jeffrey, and the Mark plopped down. Every one in my group kept his feet. It was a fantastic, thrilling experience.
"Damn, let's do that again," exulted Nicholas.
"I'm in," I responded.
"It's a group decision," pronounced Adam. "If everyone agrees, then we'll repack and do another round. If enough is enough, so be it."
Everyone looked at me. It was time to ease into my new role as class president. I called for a show of hands. Gregory and Keith were both looking a little green, but they put their hands up when everyone else did. It was unanimous.
The leaders watched carefully as we repacked and inspected our chutes before we set out again. We did it over just as we had done before, and again, it was sensational and thrilling. All in all, it was a fabulous day for all of us, and we all gained in confidence and strength of resolve that day.
There was a barbecue on the terrace that evening, and we were allowed to have beer for a change. We were in an exuberant mood after the day's excitement, and three beers each added to the party spirit.
At the end of it, Nicholas and I decided to adjourn to our room, along with Patrick and William, Gregory and Lawrence. We'd done a four-way, and now we were ready, we thought, for a mini-orgy of six spunky men.
That was quite a bed-full of man-flesh. For thirty seconds we were a little shy. Then we just set in to grabbing the nearest dick and sucking on it. After five minutes, I elt cool gel being smeared on my butt hole, and William laid his hands on my shoulders and pulled me a couple of inches closer to him. I felt the firm head of his dick poking at the small of my back. Then he bent his knees to position it under my buttocks, and pressed it into my ass crack. I bent just slightly to receive him. With no hands, his hips pressed his cock head at my sphincter. I pushed to open up for him, and his dick just slid right up me. Damn. Being an old 'ho was pretty cool. I could now receive the sausage, and a big one, too, without much need for foreplay, just a slather of lube. William began hunching as I occupied myself sucking Lawrence's cock.
It was one of the small ones in our crowd, at six inches. It was cut, medium thickness, and beautiful, with a pronounced and interesting upward curve. Lawrence's hair, when he had hair, was dark brown and straight. His eyes were a cool gray. His complexion was smooth and tan-able. At 5 feet 11, he was also one of our medium height guys. But his proportions were perfect. He already had a nice six-pack on arrival, and it was only becoming more defined.
He spunked my mouth before William completed his work on my other end, and I bent further and supported myself with my hands on the side of the bed. He was able to slam me harder then, and he did, his hips slapping against my backside. I find that to be a stimulating sound. For eye candy, I had Patrick's sleek butt right under my nose. He was laid out on my side of the bed, with Gregory underneath him, feet in the air. Gregory had concluded that his inclination was to be a complete bottom, and he was determined to be fucked by each of us in turn. Of course, his decision meant that Lawrence didn't get fucked much back in their room, and that made Lawrence also a lusty bottom in the group scene. He lay beside Gregory, and Nicholas was giving him a pounding in rhythm with Patrick.
William was starting to grunt, and his thrusts were staccato stabs at my prostate. I felt warm squirts, and he let out a loud moan of pleasure. He grabbed me around the torso from the back and drew me tightly to him, shuddering and moaning rapturously, his enormous, brick-hard cock imbedded deep within my wet gut. I'd be dripping that one in a few minutes, I realized.
William pulled out of me and moved up to Gregory's midsection. Patrick raised his torso up to give his partner access, and William began sucking Gregory's sweet cock while Patrick continued his rear assault. About that time, as I stretched and watched the action for a moment, Nicholas finished sperming Lawrence, and I took over for him, hardly missing a beat. Lawrence was a very happy young man. That left Nicholas stretching and watching for a moment. Then Patrick came in Gregory's butt, and William took over for him. That William was turning out to be quite the stud dog. He could fuck three men in quick succession.
Nicholas and Patrick were left out of the bed space. Patrick wormed his way in halfway up the bed right in the middle, between Lawrence and Gregory's asses and William's and my grinding hips. His legs dangled over the foot of the bed, and Nicholas could stand between them and lick Patrick's balls and crack while he recovered from after-fuck cock sensitivity.
When I shot my wad in Lawrence and William followed a couple of minutes later with Gregory, all of us needed a break. It would have been smoke time if any of us smoked! Actually, no one in our entire group did. I found out later that, in some groups, a guy or two does, but the summer becomes a cold-turkey smoking cessation group for them, right away. I understand none ever go back to the filthy weed, either. The Association does wonders for the healthy life-style of its members.
Anyway, we made a pile of man-flesh on the bed and chatted for a while, occasionally giving the man next to us a light stroke or fondle. Gregory was positioned near my mid-section, and he gently massaged my balls for twenty minutes or so. At that point, Nicholas got up and pulled Gregory's hind quarters up. He stroked up his cock and slid it smoothly in, using Gregory's own juices, and the two sperm injections he had just gotten, to slick him up. His expression was of pleasured concentration as he began to long-dick his partner. The rest of us watched that action for a while, until we got too turned on to stay out of it ourselves.
Patrick put Lawrence on hands and knees on the other side of the bed, and began to pump him, too.
William went around behind Patrick and stuck his dick up Patrick's ass, making him the meat of a sandwich. So I went around the other guys and did the same thing to Nicholas. Mostly, William and I allowed our partners to fuck themselves on our rods as they fucked the other guys, but it was fun, nevertheless. When Nicholas came inside Gregory, I moved in to finish myself off in Gregory's ass, too, and when Patrick creamed Lawrence, William took over for him to sauce Lawrence.
Now, Gregory and Lawrence had serviced all four of us. Each of them had also cum, and we top studs were just about "cummed out." We decided to hit the shower, because we were all covered in sweat. Afterward, we adjourned to our respective rooms, all of which had comfortable beds now, for a needed night's sleep. Monday morning came early at The Farm, and Nicholas and I would be back in the runners' pack. To our surprise, we were looking forward to resuming our full routine.