THE ASSOCIATION
CHAPTER 26
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GRADUATION
Whatever was eating at Nicholas, he didn't let it interfere with the culmination of the week. I awoke Thursday morning with him munching on my left tit while he massaged my balls. He seemed in good spirits. We went off to our run, showered, had breakfast, and returned to complete our final remediation of our studies. Nicholas was mainly doing an art history and appreciation unit, and reading French novels, because he was totally up to snuff on academics.
The afternoon proceeded as usual, with our physical training and massages. We played some soccer with about half the class before dinner.
That evening we had the last of our series of music appreciation presentations, in the hope that we would not one day embarrass ourselves by going to sleep during a performance of Beethoven's Symphony Pastorale. William and Anthony nodded off during the presentation itself. Rejuvenated, William came by afterward with Patrick for our final four-way of the summer. It was lusty and sperm-filled, but a bit subdued, as we knew our separation was impending.
William and I had become good friends, and in many ways, we complemented one another. William was one of the straightest of the men in our class, yet he loved sex and was quite the swordsman. Being a good sport, he would take it up the ass occasionally, though no doubt, he preferred the active role. With Patrick being a confirmed bottom, Nicholas almost as dedicated, and me quite willing to serve, he had a harem to choose from in us. He fucked us each that night. I fucked Nicholas and Patrick, and Nicholas fucked Patrick, and, as the finale, William himself. The sucking was too complicated to describe. We lay together in the big, room-size bed until around two, when our friends roused themselves to move to their own bed.
I had some concerns about how Patrick would handle the separation to come. William was clearly headed for matrimony and fatherhood, and Patrick just as clearly not. I hoped The Association had some kind of dating service for those gay men who did not get partnered during their training summer. (They do.)
The morning door-thumping caught us still snoozing. We slipped on our runners for the last time-we were to drop them in the trash after this run, and they were certainly well-worn after twelve weeks of such long runs five days per week. Not one of us had any problem with the exercise we got at The Farm any more. We chatted easily now as we ran.
When we arrived back at the room, boxes of replacement running shoes were on our beds. We jut put them into our suitcases, as we would not be wearing them here. The suitcases were bulging at this point, and while we were at breakfast that morning, they disappeared, in preparation for our departure.
Friday afternoon, an unusually large number of members began arriving for the weekend. Someone said they were having to double and triple up in the rooms, there were so many booked to attend. They would be attending our graduation ceremony on Saturday night, and our sending off on Sunday morning. It was also one of the required quarterly meetings being held regionally around the country. That meant that my dad would be in attendance. Jeez. I had almost forgotten having to face him, both of us now knowing that the other had participated willingly and happily in ALL of the activities of The Association.
Nicholas and I ran into him on the stairs on the way to dinner Friday night. It was only slightly awkward, and really, it was good to get that first greeting over with. Dad was with another fellow about his own age, a trim, fit blond with a nice package on him. Both were nude, and for the first time, I checked my dad out. He is an inch shorter than I am, hairline receding, but not drastically. Nice tan-all over-which I had never been aware of before. Lean torso, nice ass, very respectably hung. Damn, my dad was a hot dude! How could I never have been aware of that before? He saw me first, and strode eagerly to greet me and give me a strong hug, then hold me back and look me over as if he'd not seen me for years.
I was surprised not to be surprised by getting hugged naked by my naked father. Our dicks actually touched, but it was no big deal-my dick had been touched by hundreds at this point. Dad was commenting proudly, but kind of understated, to spare me embarrassment, about how great I looked and how proud he was of me. The man with him, however, ogled openly.
"This is your son, David? Damnation! Why didn't you tell me you had a god- damn Greek god for a son! Where have you been keeping him?"
"Now, chill, Stanley, don't embarrass the boy here in front of his friends. He's been in school, that's where. And he's always looked good, but not quite like this. You remember how we filled out during our training summer....Douglas, meet my friend Stanley. We were partners twenty-five years ago this summer, and life-long friends ever since. When he is not irritating me by checking out my son."
Stanley was, indeed, checking me out. I thought the eyes would pop right out of his skull. If he had drooled, I would not have been surprised.
"Oh, and this is Nicholas, my partner," I finally managed. "Nicholas, my dad, David, and his friend Stanley."
My use of the word partner was deliberate. Not roommate, not friend. It seemed to hang on the air, and Nicholas' smile was extra wide as he shook hands with Dad and Stanley. The friend was an equal-opportunity ogler, according to the leer he was giving Nicholas.
"I see," my dad responded thoughtfully. "Well, we have lots to talk about and catch up on. Your mother has been beside herself imagining you eaten by mountain lions or bears out in Wyoming or someplace. She's chomping at the bit to see you. Please be sure to call when you get free on Sunday, and is there any chance you'll be able to visit home next weekend?"
I nodded. It had been my plan all along. Still, it was interesting to hear my dad suggest, rather than order, a course of action for me. I could tell that he considered this summer a rite of passage for me, and the marker of a change in our relationship. I had no resentment. I realized that I had not previously deserved to be treated as an adult, despite my protestations. Now, I would demonstrate that I did deserve it.
We acknowledged that we would see one another around the grounds, but Dad made a point to say, "Oh, and Douglas, I'm bushed, and I'll be turning in early tonight. So I won't see you again until tomorrow."
Nicholas gave me a little wink, and we proceeded up the stairs. I could feel Stanley's eyes boring into my butt as we climbed. As we made the turn in the steps, I heard Stanley's hoarse, excited whisper, "Your son is the best-looking man I've ever seen, David! And that 'partner' of his! God damn!"
"I hate when you're right, Stanley, though it happens so seldom. But hush now, they'll hear you...." Then their voices faded. Nicholas and I smiled smugly at one another.
"Well." He said after a moment. "After that, I almost wish MY father was able to be here this weekend." A pause, then a chuckle. "Almost. But I like your dad. He didn't say a word about your tats or even about your PA, and I definitely saw him noticing it. And I'm impressed that he let you know you don't have to worry about running into him in the Crypt tonight. So you can be at ease and enjoy your last training night. "
"How about that Stanley?" I grinned. "You think we'll be running into HIM in the Crypt?"
"As much as HE would like that, I'll wager your dad will keep him busy and out of our hair tonight in their own room. I'm kind of surprised you haven't met him before."
"If Dad has ever mentioned him, I didn't pay attention. I guess they don't get to see each other much. But Dad does travel a lot, conventions and classes and stuff. Mom never goes on those. They may see each other then."
We were silent, then, both wondering, I suppose, if that kind of life lay in store for us, too. Fortunately, the boisterous atmosphere at dinner broke our somber mood, and we allowed ourselves to be swept up in the escapism of it. Though it was served in our usual "plebe" dining room, the dinner was lavish. Clearly, we were being pampered in these, our final days.
Afterward, we were free to enjoy the Crypt, or the grounds, or just our own beds, as we pleased. Nicholas and I joined a group for drinks on the veranda for a while, until past sunset. There was a tangible feeling of closeness among us. Arms lay across shoulders, hands on others' knees, some hugging.
Finally, Brendan popped the question. "Well, are you guys up for one more sex- fest before we go cold turkey?"
There were grins all around, and Phillip offered a parting toast to drain our glasses.
"To sex!"
Laughing, we set the empty glasses aside and headed for the stairs to the cellars.
The place was already in full swing. With masks in place, we entered the fray.
Our eyes unaccustomed to the darkness, we kept bumping into warm flesh at first. We got groped several times, and I popped a boner immediately just from that. My boner makes for yet another swinging appendage to bump into others with in the dark, and that produced even more groping. Before I knew it, I had a mouth attached to the head of my cock.
I stopped for a moment to let the guy work it. He was experienced, and knew how to pleasure without producing premature climax. Nicholas had stopped beside me, and I felt a pair of shoulders move up next to my rear. Someone had planted his face in Nicholas' ass. Soon, there was another planted in mine, and a tongue lapped at my anus. Nicholas had a mouth on his rod, too, so that we were both getting slathered from two directions. We let that go on for a suitable amount of time. Our eyes adjusting, I could now make out brawny dark shoulders and head at my waist, and lighter ones at Nicholas'. I would spew if I stayed much longer, and I wasn't quite ready for that. So I thanked the men and pulled away sideways, making my escape, with Nicholas joining me. The four strangers just leaned forward and went to work on one another.
We moved through the maze, stopping briefly to get our boner refreshed with a fondle or a quick slurp along the way as we moved among dozens of naked men.
When we came to the liquor-dispensing statues, we passed them up. We'd had a couple of drinks earlier, and wanted to leave it at that. No more drunken slut displays for me! Without discussing it, we both were making a bee-line for that private room we'd found before, where we had met with Jack and Joe. No one had mentioned their being present (and only a few in our class knew that they were our sponsors), but we had hopes that they might show up.
No one was outside the room, and the sliding door was shut. Nicholas felt around the edges until he found the latch, and quietly slid the door open a foot. A dim light was on inside, and I could see just a man's foot dangling off the mattress. Someone, at least, was there.
"Don't just stand there, come on in!" I recognized Joe's screen voice instantly. There were here! We hustled inside and slid the door closed quickly.
Our friends were mask-less and had serious bed-head. Both had brick-hard cocks, glistening with wetness. Clearly, they had been amusing themselves while they waited. We caught up on news quickly: they had slipped off from their respective film locations for the weekend incognito, and would have to get back by private jets Sunday morning. They were glad to see us and had a lot they wanted to say to us, to get started on our new relationship. Their eager hands and mouths told us that wasn't the only reason they were happy we found them.
While Jack sucked my dick and Nicholas sucked Joe's, Joe's mouth was free to tell us a few things. Both of us would hear from our respective sponsor's agent during the coming week to sign us up and get started on contracts for Franco's movie. We would find Franco very generous with his actors, especially certain ones, Joe promised. The agents would also begin immediately touting us for further roles. It might be slow for a few months, but with the release of the first film, he thought scripts and roles would come pouring in. If not, certain pressures would be applied to get them started. The guys wanted to spend some time with us to help brace us for the onslaught. Without similar guidance, they said, they'd have burned themselves out in the first couple of years of their own screen careers. They hoped we'd let them help us select the best roles and offers for awhile, until we got our stage legs under us. We certainly would, we agreed.
The first installment of my thank-you to Jack was to make tender love to him for the next hour, as Nicholas did the same to Joe beside us. Jack loved cock, any way he could get it, but he particularly loved big cock up his ass. No one watching him perform on screen would dream of it, as he had a particularly macho screen presence. But underneath me, despite the strength and manliness of his firm, lean body, he was all receptivity for dick. Quite an excellent kisser, too.
Afterwards, we had time for some more conversation. Our agreed-upon story would be that Nicholas and I met them, and one another, at a restaurant outside of Aspen, Colorado, where Nicholas and I were in transit to our summer program. The actors spotted us, introduced themselves, and suggested we audition for Franco's film. They arranged the side trip to Hollywood, we got the parts, and our excuse for knowing one another was established. On the set of Franco's film, we would hit it off as friends. After that, we could get together, and work together, any time. It meant we'd have contact only by phone and email during the coming fall semester. But in winter, we'd have weeks or even months together while filming. Nicholas and I could still get together as friends during the fall, however, whenever our schedules permitted-and we'd see to it that they did often.
We didn't return to the guys' suite that night, because they were sharing it with a couple of their old classmates, due to the large crowd. Instead, we went up to our room. On the way, we ran into half a dozen of our class, whose eyes grew wide when they recognized whom we were with. Most of them had heard of our trip to Hollywood, but only a few had actually seen the evidence in the flesh.
Once inside our little haven, the men turned the tables on us, and Nicholas and I lay side by side, while our new sponsors formed the top layer. I was touched that, as Joe's big dick slid into Nicholas' ass, Nicholas took my hand, and held it as Jack entered me, too.
Afterwards, we got some rack time, all of us cuddled up in a row. There was no wake-up call that morning. We slept in until 9:00, an extraordinarily late morning for us.
We had been told earlier that we could breakfast that morning in the main dining room with our sponsors, if invited, but I was a bit surprised when Joe suggested that-I had expected that they would probably take room service for privacy.
"This is one of the very few places we can enjoy a meal with a group without constantly being interrupted by strangers," he explained.
So downstairs we went, where Joe and Jack clearly knew a lot of people, but where they were treated exactly like other members, and we were all able to put aside their celebrity status for a while longer.
The day's schedule was filled with sporting events, but all were optional. We signed up for one more polo match, with all four of us on the same team. We fished for a couple of hours in the trout-laden stream. We played a round of golf in the afternoon. Then, we took our fifth shower of the day (at The Farm, there are showers set up all over the place where, since we were naked, we could just step in and wash the heat and sweat away at will) and went to the terrace for a round of drinks before our graduation ceremony.
The ceremony itself was impressive in its simplicity. Every man present jacked off into one of several silver bowls around the room. The contents were poured up into a gold, trophy-shaped cup, with big handles. As we were called on, one at a time, in our alphabetical order, we came forward to take a big sip of the combined sperm of The Association, including our own and that of our classmates. I was among the early ones, and the quantity of liquid in the cup was pretty formidable. I took a gulp. Having tasted a lot of sperm that summer, I was familiar with the gamut of salty to sweet to bitter that it can run-though the semen of my friends was generally kind of smooth-tasting, thanks to our excellent diet. This sip was like that, too, but with all the other flavors as well. I set the cup down and returned to my place, thinking of the remarkable talent, intelligence, strength, accomplishment, and power of the manhood represented in that sperm sample.
At the end, there was still jizz in the cup, and there was an additional short ceremony. There were two guys who had strayed from the Association covenant, but they had dutifully reported their error and, after a year of probation, counseling and testing, were ready to be re-admitted to the order. They came forward-one a dark- skinned fellow in his thirties, one a tall, red-head about fifty-and drained the cup. Both looked very happy and enormously relieved as they returned to their places. I resolved never to let that happen to me, though I was only beginning to realize how difficult that would be in my new line of work.
Afterward came a buffet dinner, with all of us mingling. Just about every man there came up to introduce himself and congratulate us, and to assure us that we could call on him anytime for assistance with any difficulty. Most of them seemed to have heard of our sponsors by now, and many commented on how special that was, and what a great opportunity. In all, it was a happy event, with a great feeling of accomplishment and promise for the future.
Fortunately, the night ended rather early, so that Nicholas and I, and all the rest of our class, could go up to our little rooms for one more night together. In the morning, we would leave our training summer forever and would be parted from one another for an indeterminate time. We would be inserted back into our old lives, yet as different men from when we came. That promised to be an exciting, but challenging, proposition.