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CHAPTER ELEVEN: EXPLORATION
I moved slowly along the hallway, passing another invisible nude form.
There was an inset with a dim light, and this one held a life-size white, plastic female sculpt. It wore a garish red wig, and knelt on columns allowing one to walk right up to its head-high crotch, like the male one earlier. Now, I thought I got the reference, the old Kubrick Clockwork Orange movie had statues sort of like this in a bar scene. I couldn't reach the full, smooth tits, but the vagina gaped open before me in soft, rubberized folds. I sniffed its pussy. Scotch. I sucked on the vagina, but got only a drop. There had to be some mechanism-I felt around the sculpt and discovered it had a soft anus with an opening. So I inserted my finger up the statue's ass. Eureka. I encountered a button inside, and pressed it. She peed a big shot of scotch into my mouth. At that, I began to laugh. What an enticement to over-drink! I moved on, or staggered on, down the passage.
The next open space held a sling in the center. I could see feet and legs sticking out of it, and the backside of a naked man standing between them, his buttocks hunching in staccato thrusts. I recognized the backside as belonging to Alan. The feet-I drew a bit closer-looked like Gregory's. Alan began to groan loudly. His thrusts became more sporadic, but very hard and deep. His muscular back glistened with sweat, and rivulets collected like a stream in the center of his spine, flowing downward toward the crack of his hard clenching ass. Gregory began to moan, too, as Alan emptied his testicles into Gregory's colon. I stepped back, and someone else, maybe Richard, moved into line behind Alan. It looked as if Gregory might realize his dream of taking on the entire class tonight.
Another two turns, and I came upon another one of those hassocks, this one with a blue light softly beaming on it. I recognized Dennis' beautiful ass this time, hunching on a long and lanky manly form beneath him. I smelled fresh man-spunk, and a slight locker-room aroma of aroused man-musk. I heard soft moaning from the hassock. That was Nicholas underneath Dennis, I sensed it. Damn. He must have come back around the other way, or got past me while I was sucking scotch snatch. He'd snagged one of the finished products of our system, the hot, sexy leaders. Dennis was a hell of a man. Way to go, Nicholas.
But it made my chest ache to think of it. I fought back a tear. Hell, the drink, or something, was making me maudlin.
Damn, damn, damn. I'm just not going to be like this, I told myself. Get hold of yourself, man. He is your friend, goddamn it. Not your fuckin' wife. So just stop it, right now!
I moved more quickly out of the area, bumping rather roughly into Elijah on my way. I excused myself, and he stroked my ass saying, "Easy, guy, no problem."
There were more glory holes some occupied, some not, from either direction. I saw a nice-looking dick poking through one, but that was not what I was looking for now.
The next hassock was just emptying, as Michael pulled Layne up from it after having fucked him there. It had a soft, golden light on it. I moved toward it and lay on my stomach, slightly spreading my legs. I resolved to give myself to whoever came along and took an interest. It was time to get some lubrication into my plumbing, and one injector would be about as good as another.
Bathed as I was in the glow of the light, it didn't take long. In just a moment, I felt a hand slide along the inside of my leg, from calf all the way up to my balls. The touch caused chill bumps to arise all over my body. The hand grabbed my balls from behind and gently pulled down on them. It caressed my buttocks, sending a new thrill through my middle regions. I felt the heat of a nude body lowering itself onto mine. The weight of hands pressing into the padding on either side of my torso. A head leaning down beside mine. Warm breath. A soft, male voice. Lamar's voice, soft and honeyed.
"My, my, what is this?" he whispered, a smile in his voice. "Mr. Hotcakes himself, the body beautiful, all spread out here like a welcome mat. I think it's time you experienced a real man-dick, now, don't you, Handsome?" I felt the head of his cock press at my crack. I nodded my head slowly.
"Um hum," I responded. "That's exactly what I need. Give it to me, stud."
It was a good thing I greaseed my chute in advance, because Lamar had no intention of doing it. His hand spread my butt-cheeks, and he guided his member right in. It seemed to slide forward forever. Fortunately, it was not proportionally thick, but it was a hell of a long organ. He began long-dicking me. I just lay there and took it, enjoying the fullness and the sensation, but also thinking of Nicholas lying under the weight of Dennis. Lamar liked to talk dirty, and he kept up a monologue as he fucked my ass. He took his time with me, savoring every thrust. I kept my face down, but I was aware of several men gathering around to watch. A hand reached out occasionally to stroke my shoulder or flank. Someone massaged my left foot gently, then I felt his mouth enfold my toes. He sucked and tongued them wetly. I was too mellowed out by Lamar's long dick (well, and the booze) even to be ticklish.
The one time I lifted my head, I noticed the tall, shapely form of a familiar figure leaning against the wall several feet away, just watching me service Lamar. I was mentally numb and hardly even considered any more who the guy might be. He was just an ethereal figure, like a guardian angel, looking exactly the way I would want my guardian angel to look.
Lamar finished, and another man slid onto the hassock beside me, his face near mine. I looked into clear, blue eyes, and felt his warm, strong hand on my bicep. It was Brendan, proprietor of the second largest dick in the class. He smiled. "May I?" he asked.
My eyes glazed, I nodded. Brendan rolled me over onto my back and lay atop me. He planted his mouth on mine and stuck his tongue inside it. This was new for me, man-kissing. Nicholas and I never made out, and with the other guys I'd been screwing around with, it was purely genital. Brendan's breath was sweet, his tongue strong. It wasn't bad. I felt my cock swelling under his lingual assault.
His right hand pulled my left knee up. I raised the right one on my own. I felt Brendan's hard cock, which seemed to extend past my navel, pressing into mine. He slid down slightly, and it pressed against my ball sack, then poked at my perineum. His fingers found my asshole, and guided his bone to its mark. He pushed it all the way in, in one smooth stroke, using the path blazed by Lamar.
Brendan fucked me slowly and smoothly. My ass chute was warm and tingly, and he continued to hit my happy button on almost every stroke. I felt complete bliss. I know I must have had a stupid, happy smile on my face. I opened my eyes at one point and noticed that, again, there were ten or twelve guys just hanging around watching the show. Apparently, anyone who happened by just stayed to ogle.
"Goddam, is that Douglas?" I heard someone stage-whisper. "And Brendan? Fuck, that's a lot of cock on that mattress."
"And a lot of beautiful man, too," the other whispered back.
Well, they had a better view of Brendan's clenching ass cheeks than they did of me, so I laid that comment to his credit. But still, my smile got a bit deeper, I think.
Brendan came in my butt with a deep shudder, burying all nine inches as deep as he could push them. Then he slowly withdrew, breathing a very deep sigh as he gathered the strength to hoist his spent frame off of mine.
"Next, gentlemen," he sang out as he slid weakly from the cushion.
There seemed to be a little jostling for position. I half-opened my eyes to see a hooded figure in push-up position above me, just lowering himself towards my body. His body was smooth and muscular, but only medium height. His rock-hard cock hung at forty-five degrees as far as his navel. Another big one, especially, in comparison to his size over-all. There was a heavy PA attached to his pisser.
Jesus. It was Frank. I'm getting my own leader-fuck, I crowed inwardly. Well, that will be interesting, thought I. Never had a PA stuck up my ass before.
I drank in his sweet scent as he gently lowered himself onto me. As I pulled my feet up over his hips and rolled my own pelvis up a bit, his dick slid right up my well- spermed ass. Damn, I thought, my hole must be gaping like the pussy on a two-dollar whore. And here I am giving it away for free! I didn't even feel the PA, but I realized Frank probably did. My ass lips were bound to tug on it as he withdrew on each thrust.
Frank kissed my lips gently, sending a tremor through my skull. He began to piston and then to grind his hips against mine, his swollen member delving within my gut. He gave me a nice fifteen-minute fuck before spilling his gravy into me. As he withdrew, I felt my anus contract, ejecting a big glob of the combined breed-mix of the three men who'd just taken their pleasure on me.
There were eight others. Or nine, I'm not entirely sure. I took three more on my back, then rolled over, thinking I'd take a little break, but I felt strong hands pulling my knees apart, and then the spongy head of a dick poked at my backside until it found its way in. I figured out from his grunting that it was probably Jonathan. He didn't take long before squirting spunk in me. He was followed quickly by Hampton, and then someone's arms went around my newly-slender waist and pulled me up onto my knees, but still collapsed at the shoulder end. The guy was strong! It was David, and he slammed my ass with his fireplug of a dick until he hosed my insides. Immediately, someone else I never identified took his place and slid in a bigger dick. His hands pulled my hips back into him roughly. At this point, I was getting pretty much raped. I didn't seem to be able to stop it, though. Somehow, I didn't want to. But when he finished with a guttural groan, I dropped to the cushion and rolled to my side.
"You OK?" asked a deep voice. It had scotchy breath, as I suppose mine did, too. It was Jeremy.
I nodded. That was all he needed. His long, lean dick slid into my chute and he held me tightly, hunching for all he was worth, side-to-side.
These were urgent, primal fucks, and each one lasted only five to ten minutes. You'd think all these guys had gone for weeks without sex, they were such horny fuckers, but actually, most if not all had cum at least once earlier in the evening. I hadn't realized how hot these men were for my bones, and didn't then either, except after later reflection.
Jeremy was followed by Ezekiel, Jason, Stanley, and Lawrence, and maybe someone else I didn't recognize. I might have actually dozed off or passed out. Hell, maybe there were several more. All I know is that, suddenly, I felt warm skin against mine on the front side, and there was a nose right in front of mine. I got my eyes half opened, and saw only the black mask, along with glowing, intense and beautiful eyes.
"Let's go take a break," a voice whispered. Its breath was a lot sweeter than mine, I'd warrant.
"Wanna fuck?" I drawled drunkenly.
"Later. Let's rest a bit first."
I felt strong hands grasp my arms, two, then four, six, eight of them, as my rescuer and others lifted me off the hassock. My legs buckled at first, then the muscles kicked in, and I stood mostly on my own, with my arm around someone's shoulder. About a cup of man-slime belched out of my ass and slithered down my thigh.
We were deep in the maze, but we didn't walk far. I thought we passed through a mirror, but that could not be. Anyway, I found myself on another round padded thing, bigger though, a bed with satiny sheets. Through bleery eyes, I could see mirrors all around us and overhead as well. According to the ceiling mirror, two extraordinarily shapely and fit naked male bodies were stretched out on the bed, wearing the black hoods. One enfolded the other in his arms and cuddled up to his backside. Then the room went dark.
I awoke.
I seemed to have a dead hamster in my mouth.
I was still embraced by warm, smooth skin, though. A strong, manly arm dangled over my bicep. Warm breath washed over my neck and shoulders like waves. I really needed to get rid of that hamster.
I sat up, and the other man stirred. Both of us still wore black masks. I tugged at mine until it slid roughly over my head. If I had hair, it would look a fright.
The other man was so beautiful, I had to give him a good looking over. Picture the god Apollo, shave off every hair from his body, and lay him on a round bed. There he was.
Shit.
It was Nicholas. Not a guardian angel. Not a god escaped from Olypian regions. "Just" my best friend, my confidante, my boon companion, my lover, my soul-mate, my pal. He looked at me quizzically from inside his mask. I started to cry.
"What?" he asked, deeply concerned. "You O. K.? What do you need?"
"I need to fuckin' tell you that I fuckin' love you," I declared. "Fuck."
I blubbered on and fell into his muscular arms, wept upon his firm, smooth shoulder. My shoulders shook.
"Well?" I demanded. "Aren't you suppose' to fuckin' say you fuckin' love me, too, you fucker? 'Cause if you don't, I'm going to kick the fuckin' shit outa you."
Nicholas held me strongly and was silent a moment, just clenching me in a strong embrace.
"That's the most touching and heartfelt declaration of devotion I've ever heard," he stated, with no hint of irony.
And if you think it sounds crazy as written, consider that this exchange was all in French, as Nicholas and I always communicated with one another nowadays.
"O. K. Now tell me what you think. What's going to become of us? Am I crazy? Am I still drunk? Is this just me?"
Nicholas sighed thoughtfully. "Yeah. O. K. First off--no, it isn't just you. I have been in love with you for weeks now, almost since day one. So don't sweat that. If you're crazy, I'm right there with you. Second-well, this is not a good time for an intelligent discussion. You're exhausted and hung over, maybe still a tad drunk, and I'm exhausted. We have a lot to talk about, cupcake. But not right now. We aren't up to it."
I knew he was right, but hell-did he not realize that I had just turned my world on its ass, bollocks up? He seemed so calm, as if being in love with another man, however astonishingly handsome, and wonderful, was an everyday occurrence. Not in my world, muthafuckah!
"O. K., then, when?"
"Rest. Food. Time for reflection. Then, we talk, completely honest."
"You're going to turn my ass down, aren't you?" I was looking right into his warm, brown eyes.
His answer was to pull me to him and kiss me deeply, as we had never done before. His tongue found and caressed mine. His lips washed over mine in soft rejuvenation. When he had refinished my tonsils, he pulled away, and the hamster was gone.
"I really appreciate the way you rescued me from myself. I don't know what came over me. I think I was crazy jealous over you and other men, especially-who was that fucking you last night?-I don't remember, but it got to me. It wasn't me, that's all. But anyway, thanks..."
"Wait, wait, wait," he interjected. "Dude, that was not me. I would have, of course, but I wasn't there. I was 'way over on the other side someplace, porking Ethan. No, the guy who rescued you and brought you here was...well, it was Adam."
He let that bombshell sink in.
"Goddam. Did Adam fuck me and I missed it?" Wait-come to think of it, those eyes-those were not Nicholas' warm, brown eyes, they were too intense and amber- tinted. But I had no memory of Adam making love to me at all....
"No, I'm sure he didn't. He was worried that you had overdone it. You pulled a train, dude! You took on all comers! You were a bigger slut than Gregory!"
"Well, what did he...how did...?"
"All I know is, Adrian found me sticking the lumber to Ethan, and tapped me on the ass. He said Adam wanted me, that he thought you needed me. So I pulled off Ethan and trotted right over. That was probably three hours ago. Adam left right after I got here, just telling me to look after you."
I was a tangle of conflicting emotions. I had just declared my love for Nicholas, and I knew it was true, I did love him. I also wanted Adam. Along with several dozen other men of my acquaintance. What was this shit? Nicholas was right. We needed rest, and time to reflect. And then we needed some really honest communication together.
Step number one was to find our way back to our floor, get showered, maybe catch some more sleep, see what activity lay in store for us on this day, which would be Sunday, a day for some kind of special event. Then, we could square things away some.
Why, then, did I have such a feeling of bewildered foreboding?