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Men's Club

By: Willing2Do



There were six of us at first. We met once a week for hot, man-to-man sex. We were mature and experienced enough that we wasted little time on preliminaries. We did have some drinks and snacks available for those who wanted them. These were bought with the low dues that we paid monthly to be members of the club. 

Some of the guys who wanted it, mostly the younger guys, also brought their own pot, coke, Ectasy, or other drugs; nothing really hardcore, no heroin, LSD, meth or anything like that, just stimulants to inspire them to greater pleasures. 

Once a quarter, every three months we had a cookout, usually in the mountains nearby, at a lake, along a river, or other inviting spot. Most of our meetings were held at the mansion of our wealthiest member. His estate was sumptuous, featuring a main house, a couple of guest houses, tennis courts, golf putting green, Olympic swimming pool, jacuzzi, steam bath and dry Swedish sauna. His staff catered our parties and were well equipped to join in our fun if we wanted one or more of them to do so. The staff members wore only t-shirts that looked like butlers' coats and tails from the front. In that skimpy dress they showed off constantly their manly packages, their cocks sometimes hard, sometimes dripping pre-cum, always inviting for a suck or a fuck.

So that you may understand, appreciate and perhaps be interested in joining our club, I will begin by sharing with you a fairly typical meeting night. Membership is by invitation only though. I was invited to join, for example, after taking a new job in the town where the club is located. As my boss and I got to know each other better working at the home site and traveling together, he extended an invitation for me to join the club. He admired my work, professionalism, profit-driven motivation and no nonesense approach to developing business, earning money for the company where he served as CEO. 

He, like several of the club members, is married. I am single. On road trips, I noticed that he disappeared in the late evenings after we had finished the work days, usually had dinner together, and I retired to bed so I would be ready for another productive day beginning work early in the mornings. Rather typically, he came late in the evening, actually early in the morning, about 2 a.m., into the 5-star hotel room that we shared. I had been unable to go to sleep that night, was awake watching a pay-for-view sex film on the tv. It was a bisexual movie featuring two men and one woman.

A bit tipsy, obviously from drinking, he reeled into the room and saw the film running on the tv as I dozed near restful sleep, but with a stiff erection tenting the sheet covering me on the bed opposite his. He flicked on several lights and made quite a bit of noise as he went to the bathroom. Awakened and somewhat embarrassed by the film flickering on the tv screen as well as my hard cock, I could hear him taking a piss, washing his face, hands, and brushing his teeth.

He rustled around in the closet at the room's alcove for a while, opened and closed some bureau drawers. Then he came naked back into the bedroom of the executive room suite. "Hey, Ted," he slurred, "whatcha watching? Got you boned up hash it?

I was surprised by his apparent inebriation, nudity, and the forwardness of his conversation starter. Although we usually had a few drinks at lunches, before, during and after dinner, always appropriately martinis at lunch, before dinner cocktails, wine with dinner and brandies, apertifs or Irish coffees after dinner, I had never seen him drunk or even close to being so. I had also never seen him nude. Before this night he always wore pajamas. Furthermore, he had never breached our professional demeanor with such sexually crude comments. We had shared some risque jokes before, but his brazen questions about the film and my obvious state of arousal were new territory for both of us.

In his nakedness he was as aroused as I was. His uncut cock stood out, arched up above his hairy ball sac, reaching toward a treasure trail of hair leading from his navel below his moderately hairy chest. I could see he was uncut by the roll of skin bunched up behind his prominent cockhead, a darker tint glistening with his pre-cum juices bubbled at the slit of his long, thick, veiny shaft.

Embarrassed as I said, I clicked off the tv and rolled onto my side to drop the tented sheet off my hard dick. I rolled onto my side facing his bed, and could not help but feel the slickness of my own pre-cum on the sheet where it had been tented and on my cock knob. 

"Don't be shy, Teddy, my man," he said. "I didn't mean to embarash you," he slurred. "Things didn't work out for me tonight, and I am horny as can be. Lesh talk for a minute." He sat down on his bed facing me, his legs akimbo, balls draping over the edge of the bed, cock up, hard, just a few feet from my face.

"Sure, sir," I answered. "What do you want to talk about?"

"I've been curious," he said, "about what a young guy like you does for sex. You never go out when we are on these bishness trips. I've never even known you to bring a woman to any of our office gatherings or mess around with any of the hotties that work with us. Just how do you take care of that nish cock of yours, get your rocks off?"

"Well, sir," I stammered as I saw him wrap a hand around his hard cock and stroke it, actually milking down and out a flow of clear juice, his pre-cum, and smear it around the bulbuos helmet of his hard tool, "I have my friends in our hometown."

"Freends," he slurred, stroking his cock and drawing out more pre-cum, "or fuck buddies?" he asked.

"Friends," I answered, "and I do have sex with some of them."

"Men or women?" he asked.

I did not know exactly where this was going, did not want to lose my job in this exchange with an obviously drunk, horny boss, so I tried to answer neutrally. "Mostly women," I stammered on, "er, uh, the women I have sex with, men friends."

"You have sex with women and men friends?" he asked, I thought misunderstanding my response. "So, you are bi?" he asked. 

Watching him continue stroking his enraged red cockhead sliming it and his shaft with yet more pre-cum so openly right in front of me, I tried again to be evasive but responsive to his continuing inquiries. "I do not consider myself bi," I answered.

"So are you gay?" he asked. "Suck cock, take it up your nish ass? Ever done that, those things?" he continued. 

"No sir, I do not consider myself gay," I answered him. "I have though when I was much younger, played around with other guys. All of us did that didn't we?" I hastened to add.

"Oh yeah," he said more enthusiastically than I expected. "Since you are not a virgin to sucking cock and being fucked, come over here and suck me now," he said. "I want to fuck you, you hot, young man. It did not work out for me tonight, and I need to get off now."

I really feared now losing my job whether I sucked him and let him fuck me, or did not do so in his tipsy, horned up state. But more than anything else I was drawn to the smell of his pre-cum leaking cock, its length, thickness, hardness, his need for sex right then. I wanted it as much as he wanted to give it to me. I rolled onto the floor and knelt between his legs. He brought his cock to my mouth. I opened my lips, stuck out my tongue and laved off the fresh bubble of pre-cum from his piss slit. I licked up the string of clear, slick juice that ran onto my lips from his cockhead, closed my lips over his mushroom crown and sucked out more of his juice.

"Aaaah, aaah, yeah, Ted, suck my cock," he hissed. "Take more of it in your hot, wet mouth."

I opened my mouth to accommodate his thickness and length. He pushed it over my tongue, to the back of my throat. Clasping my lips on his shaft, gripping the base with one hand and cupping his big balls in the other, I pulled back sucking more of the pre-cum from his peehole, feeling it coat my tongue, the inside of my mouth, tasting it, letting it slide down my throat.

"Oh yeah, Ted, you have done this before I can tell," he said. "Suck that cock man. I love it."

I followed my boss's orders, sucked him, moved my head back and forth sliding his cock into my face. He let me suck him for several minutes, his legs trembling. Then he lifted me with his hands under my hairy armpits and pulled me onto the bed with him. He rolled on top of me in a 69, took my cock in his mouth, and humped his hips moving his cock back and forth in my mouth while sucking me.

After several minutes I could not hold back anymore. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and told him I was going to cum. He answered by sucking me harder, more fervently. As I gushed cum from my 20-something-year-old cock he gulped it down, swallowed every spurt, then laved me clean with his tongue. 

I was still sucking on him until he got off of me. He urged me off of my back on the bed and into a kneeling position, head down, ass up. He got between my legs behind me. I braced for his hot, hard cock to enter my asshole. Instead he kissed, licked my buttcheeks, spread my crack open with his hands and licked my cleft. He rimmed my asshole sending thrills through my body with his expertise while stroking my again hard cock. He opened the drawer of the nightstand between our beds.

As I watched he opened a bottle of lube and smeared my wet asshole with the cool grease. He took out a bottle of poppers, opened it and offered it to my left nostril. I sniffed. He moved the bottle to my right nostril. I sniffed again. Warmth effused down my body, my rectum relaxed just as he slicked his cock with the lube and forced it past my anal sphincter up my ass in a steady push. 

"Ooooh, aaaah," I moaned.

"Am I hurting you, Ted?" he asked. "You can take it," he assured me. "Just relax and enjoy it." He wiggled his hips around twisting my butt around with his hands at the same time, worming his cock in my hole, spreading it slowly, opening it for his thickness. He pressed hard against me, burying his cock deep in me. Then he gave me two more snorts of the poppers.

"I'm going to fuck you good now, Ted," he said. "Gonna get both of us off."

He reached around with a lubed hand to stroke my hard cock. Reached underneath us to fondle my dangling balls. Rode his cock back and forth, in and out of my ass, raking the head across my prostate. I was tingling with each thrust, leaking pre-cum in a steady stream into his fist stroking my cock. I started cumming. He felt my ass clenching on his big cock and fucked me faster until he shot his load of hot, creamy cum, filling my bowels with his jism. 

Finished fucking me but not yet through with me, he pulled his cock out of my gaped hole with a juicy plop. He bent down and sucked, licked his cum out of my ass. He rolled me over to mouth my balls and clean my cock with his lips and tongue. 

We sucked and fucked the rest of the night until sunrise. Sated but with little sleep. We showered together. He bent over for me to fuck him full of cum squirting out of my hard cock one more time and cleaned me in his mouth again. We dressed and went to breakfast. Over breakfast he told me about the Men's Club and invited me to join him and his buddies at the mansion for their next session.

Part Two. And there we were, the six of us. I was one of two new additions to the group. The other new guy was Bill, a just turned 21-year-old. We ranged in age from Bill's 21 to the oldest member, Art, a 62-year-old roue and founder of the club that met at his estate.

"Well men," Art said after we had settled in at his home, had a few drinks, some snacks, availed ourselves of the amenities - swimming pool, jacuzzi, steam bath and dry sauna - as we chose individually, in couples or groups to do, Bill and I meeting the others for the first time, "I see we are all naked, a bit relaxed by the drinks and other substances, hard and ready to play together. Let's begin then. I believe we should give special attention to Bill and Ted since they are our newest members. And oh yes, the pun is fully intended," Art leered with a lacivious grin on his face, especially looking at Bill's young meat.

Catching the innuendo and the lustful look at Bill, my boss - L. Jonathan, John he insisted on being called, said, "Now men I know we all like young men. Bill is most inviting, but Ted is a new member also. Quite a nice one too," he added, grasping and stroking my cock before turning to do the same with Bill. "Enjoy Ted's new member as well," he invited the others - Art, Lawrence whom we called Larry, and Elvin - the only black member of the group. 

Aside from Art who was "retired" on his father's investments, an inheritance that passed to him gratis, all but Bill and I were company CEOs of major enterprises, wealthy men with a healthy appetite for cocks and the men sporting them. Bill is the son of a wealthy magnate, former CEO and wise investor who passed away prematurely leaving his fortune to Bill. I, of course, Ted, am an aspiring executive being mentored to head a company after being schooled at Yale and Harvard on scholarships for disadvantaged but judged to be bright, promising.

Art and John closed on Bill. Lawrence and Elvin sandwiched me standing. As Art knelt taking Bill's cock in his mouth, his balls in a withered hand, John kissed Bill on the lips while feeling Bill's nipples. John lay Bill back on the chaise lounge by the swimming pool while Art engulfed Bill's cock in his mouth. Elvin hugged me to his big, black body, his hard ebony cock jutting below my ballsack. Larry pressed close to me from behind notching his cock in my asscrack. Elvin lifted my cock between us and kissed me on the lips. I responded to Elvin's kiss and the heat, hardness, slimy pre-cum of Elvin's rod and Larry's meat between my legs and in the cleft of my ass, my own pre-cum on my lower belly.

Larry and Elvin wasted no time. None of us wasted any time. I watched as Art sucked Bill's cock, laved Bill's balls with his tongue and lips. John got between Bill's legs and eased his cock up Bill's willing hole. Larry knelt behind me for a few minutes. He spread my cheeks, licked my cleft, rimmed my hole, kissed the head of Elvin's cock, took it in his mouth and sucked Elvin's rigid pole. Then he guided me back to him as he sat on the bed, opening my cheeks wider, pressed his mushroom head, slimed with his spit, his and Elvin's pre-cum to my crinkled hole and held it there waiting for me. 

Reaching behind me I held Larry's shaft with my hand, inserted it into my crenolated ring, sat on his cock, feeling my rectum oval around his hot meat, and accept the spreading of my sphincter to take him inside me. Elvin made love to my cock with his thick, red lips, sliding his mouth up and down on my shaft and sucking on the outstrokes. He fondled by balls and fingered Larry's cock sliding back and forth in me.

Elvin lay on the bed between Art, John and Bill joined in an increasingly wilder man-man fuck Using his natural Mandingo strength enhanced by working out in a gym, Elvin pulled me and Larry, his cock still in my ass, on on top of himself. Elvin arranged me and him in a 69 presenting his black meat to my mouth. I took his rod in my hand, licked his pre-cum-slimed uncut mushroom head while peeling back the foreskin covering to reveal the pink knob and take it between my lips. 

Elvin went down hard and deep on my cock taking it in his throat. Larry pushed his cock to the balls in me, scruffing his pubic hairs in my wet crack. They were both showing me deep sucking and deep fucking as they wanted it. I worked on Elvin's big black cock with my mouth trying to swallow it into my throat.

Bill was moaning, groaning, bubbling and blurbing beside us as Art filled his mouth with his cum, swallowed Bill's cum and John shot his load up Bill's willing, well-fucked asshole.The smell of cum, male musk and sweat filled my nostrils, the moans and groans, mumblings of pleasure from Art, John and Bill my ears.

Then I tasted Elvin's cum, more pungent than his pre-cum, thick globs of white, hot jism flooding my mouth. I swallowed rapidly trying to drink all of it, take it into my stomach. Larry's cock pulsed, thickened, throbbed, lengthened in my cunt as he started shooting his jizz into my bowels.

The charter members of the club - Art, John, Larry and Elvin - moved around, moved me and Bill around. Bill and I were now cleaning their cocks in our mouths, getting them hard again. His big, black, slimy erection arching up from his wiry pubic hairs and big balls, Elvin positioned me on my knees. He pushed my head down, spread my cheeks and shoved his thick cock right up my cum-slick hole. As Elvin fucked my ass, Art got in front of me, lifted my head, brought his cock to my face and fucked my mouth. Larry and John joined Bill. Turn about fair play, John took Bill's cock in his asshole. Larry got into a 69 with Bill so they could suck each other while Bill fucked John.

Through the rest of the evening we kept arranging and re-arranging, stopping from time to time to recover, have another drink, Bill shared some of his pot, coke and Ectasy with us, young drugusing stud that he was to enhance the sex. We all used some poppers. Our heads reeled from the alcohol and drugs, cocks stayed hard, tingling, balls too, bodies more, more and more of the good feelings of men sucking and fucking with men.

We ended the evening in a circular suckoff, joined cock to mouth, nursing out cum to swallow. Then I took Bill aside, out by the pool still to fuck him and him fuck me. 

We are looking now for more men to join our club, sophisticated, professional, moneyed men, company executives, or maybe one or more just hard, randy studs of any socio-economic standing. The prime criteria is a nice cock on a man willing to suck, be fucked, fuck and be sucked.

If you are interested in hearing more about the Men's Club, let me know at volatw@aol.com. Comments, no flames, are appreciated, if you want me to write more about the Club.

Certainly bi-sexual, I am fascinated by anal fucking, oral sex, cum - man juice or pussy cum - women squirting, cocks, cunt, tits, rimming clean ass, lesbian sex, really big cocks fucking a man or a woman, and water sports - peeing and enemas. That has led me into many scenes of great variety. I am interested especially in TVs, transexuals, the feelings of a woman while being assfucked, and pussylicking - the best ways to enhance the feelings for a woman. Share your experiences with me, give me material for writing, or inspire me to share more of my experiences based in truth, and I will do so.

Men's Club Ch. 02



For several months there were just the six of us meeting for the Men's Club. John, my boss, would call me - Ted - into his office from time to time at work for some sexual relief. His calls for attention came especially near the end of a difficult day, occassionally in the morning when he came in frustrated from his wife turning him down the night before. He had me suck his cock and fucked me in the ass every time. Some times he reciprocated, sucking me and letting me fuck him. In the mornings he was freshly bathed, clean, smelling of aftershave and cologne. The afternoons were a bit of a challenge for me. By that time his crotch was sweaty, smelling and tasting of man musk from the day's work in his fancy suits, peeing from time to time during the day.

I was under his desk sucking him one time, mouthing his balls, rimming his ass, when a senior employee came in to talk with him about a business matter. I can't imagine how he stayed focused on the conversation, but he did as I sucked him off and swallowed his cum. The visitor never knew John was getting off, shooting his hot creamy sperm in my mouth as he made serious business decisions.

One of the hottest times during this period for the six of us was at a mountain retreat that combined many of the things we all enjoyed other than fucking with each other. In the high mountains at a lodge near a lake fed by a beautiful river, we enjoyed horseback riding, rafting the river, canoeing in the lake, the tennis courts, golf, Olympic swimming pool, jacuzzi, steam bath, dry sauna and services of studly young masseurs who really knew how to take care of a men who enjoyed sex with a man. 

John considered these outings business trips, corporate meetings for employee morale - his and mine after I became his favorite employee. The trips were paid for by the company and used as tax write offs. The costs were relatively low. Art, spending his inheritance, picked up the tabs for the rooms. The rest of us paid only for those activities in which we participated - riding, rafting, canoeing, playing tennis, golf, and the sexy massages.

[The Club grows. With John's permission, I invite a new member - an intern in the company, student working on an MBA at the local college.] 

As an intern, Jim was assigned by John to me. I suspected from the outset that John had more in mind for Jim than a straight internship (and yes, the pun is intended). Jim is a beautiful man if such a term can be used for a man. Of Italian extraction, he has black curly hair, dark black eyes, bushy black eyebrows, glowing tan skin, a well-muscled body, no doubt hairy as well although I saw him at first only in sharp-looking business suits. 

A time came when I was going to be away again on another business trip with John. After our first coupling on a business trip those were always fuckfests for me and him. He no longer went out at night. We either adjourned to our hotel room for an evening of fuck fun together, or he or I picked up a third to fuck with us. 

Since Jim was now the one person, other than John, that I was closest to at work, I asked him if he could housesit my dog while I was away. Jim agreed. When I returned from the trip Jim seemed a bit shy but reluctant to leave right away. We had a few drinks together as I told him about working with John on the road, his business acumen, decisionmaking, all about business, none of the extracurricular activities. 

Finally, loosened a bit by the drinks and seeing Jim actually sporting a bit of a rising bulge in his casual slacks, being the crotchwatcher that I am, I asked Jim if he had enjoyed the week. Even more risque, I asked, trying to sound like it was a joke but serious too, "Did you have any hot girls over here to my place and fuck them. You are such a nicelooking guy I'm sure you get lots of pussy. They must just fall all over you."

"Actually not," Jim answered trying at first to be innocent and give a neutral not too revealing answer. "I am so busy at school and now here at work."

"Really," I exclaimed.

Emboldened also by the alcohol as well as his hard cock in his pants and noticing I was noticing it, Jim added, "Really. Besides I find it a lot easier to be with men. Not so much hassle," Jim laughed nervously. 

"Oh yeah, really," I said with some enthusiasm. "So there were no hot chicks with you while I was gone, no sex. None even with a guy."

"No," he lied. Dropping his head slightly but still keeping eye contact with me as he took another swallow of his drink."

"I am embarrassed to tell you, Ted," Jim answered leaning closer, bending toward me from where he sat in a chair facing me. I sat relaxed, arms on the back of the sofa, legs open wide, letting him see my package - stiff cock and the outline of my big balls in my pants - if he cared to look. He seemed to be caring. He was looking, even felt his crotch through his pants, readjusted his cock. 

"Oh tell me, Jim," I said, "not much embarrasses me." I adjusted my cock and balls in my pants, taking enough time he had to notice.

In a rush, Jim said, "Oh okay, Ted, but promise you won't be angry with me." 

"I promise, Jim."

"Ok, Ted. I enjoy the company of men. I picked up a man in a bar one night and we did it in your bedroom, on your bed," Jim confessed. "I was so embarrassed doing this in your house, in your very bed, I had him leave after our brief session although I wanted to do it again and again with him."

"Too bad Jim. You guys could have had even more fun," I reassured him. "I enjoy the company of men too." I thought that was enough for Jim right then.

"You do?" Jim asked incredulous.

"I do," I said. "What was your first experience sucking a cock, Jim?" I asked him.

Jim said, "I was forced to do it," Jim said, "the first time."

"Forced?" I asked. "Tell me about it Jim."

"Well you know I am on a disadvantaged scholarship," Jim began. "I came from a real bad family background. My father divorced my mother when he found out what a whore she was. I had just turned legal age but was still living at home. She was fucking this guy, a neighbor, and his two brothers. They brought even more guys to fuck her. She married the neighbor. She let him as my stepfather have control over me. At first when she was away from home, he made me suck his cock. Then his brothers and the other guys. She caught us, but took me aside and told me I would have to cooperate or be sent away from her, not live in her house anymore. Poor, unable to pay for a place on my own, I had no where to turn. Had to submit to the abuse, them making me suck them, even some times in the bedroom while they gangbanged her. They told me I was their fluffer."

I guess Jim expected me to be shocked. I was some but did not show it. I was more interested in hearing more about his experiences with men, seeing if he still wanted to suck cock, have me suck his, his cum out of him, maybe more. "Did they fuck you too, Jim?" I asked.

"Yes," he answered.

"That must have been horrible for you," I said, giving him an out if he wanted to take it. 

"No, Ted, actually, I learned to like it, both the sucking and being fucked. I want it now, I like it so much, but I am afraid to lose my scholarship at school," he explained.

Oh, man, had he given the right answer. I wanted that body of his. "Jim you won't get in trouble here. Come sit by me," I invited him. He did.

I am not much of a kisser with men, more interested in getting to the sex fun, plain sucking, fucking, being sucked and fucked. It seemed the right thing to do though with Jim, show him some tenderness. As he settled on the couch next to me I turned to him. I took his head in my hands, brought my mouth to his and kissed him on the lips. He returned the kiss. 

I worked my hand down feeling his chest. Still kissing, went inside his shirt and felt his hard nipples. Raised his shirt, pulled it over his head, bent down to kiss, lick and suck his nipples. On down, I kissed his belly, tongued his navel. He pushed his hips forward on the couch. I cupped his cock and balls in one hand. Followed his treasure trail down while undoing his pants. He raised his hips. I slid his pants and underwear off, down his legs, bunching around his ankles. His cock sprang up, pre-cum glistening on his knob just barely exposed by his uncut flesh. A bubble of his sweet, clear juice emerged from the slit. I tongued it off, peeled back his skin, licked his cockhead, covered it with my lips and nursed out more pre-cum. 

"Oooooh, ooooh," Jim trembled. "Ummmnh, so good."

I smoothed his juice over his shaft, stroked it and slid his cock further into my mouth. Cupping his balls in one hand I went down on his cock, deepthroated it, forced his knob to the back of my mouth then into my gullet. 

"Oh, oh, yeah," Jim exuded. "Suck me, Ted. Suck me good."

I kept moving my mouth up and down on his cock, taking it deep on every stroke, using my tongue around the head and at the base of his shaft. Giving him the best sucking I knew how. I felt his balls draw up in their sack, his cock throb in my mouth, grow thicker, longer. I knew he was going to cum.

Then he told me so. "Oh, oh, Ted can't hold it, gonna cum," he hissed.

I massaged his taut nuts, held the head of his cock between my lips, stroked his shaft, felt his cum shooting into my mouth, coating my tongue, the inside of my cheeks. I swallowed. Gulped at it, taking down each spurt as he kept coming, his cock throbbing as he shot his hot creamy cum into my mouth.

I laved his cock, cleaned his cum and my saliva from it, loving the taste. Jim shuddered. "Unnnh, unnnh, unnnh," he graoned. "Too sensitive. No more please."

I knew what he was feeling. [Don't we all?] I took my mouth off his cock, sat back on the sofa. So intent on sucking him, giving him pleasure, swallowing his cum, I had not noticed his hand was down the front of my pants. 

He was massaging my cock, slimed with my pre-cum. "I want to suck you," he said as I looked down at his hand working in my pants. I stood, stripped naked. He did the same. We lay together on the floor, him between my upraised and spread legs. He stroked my cock, massaged my balls and took me in his mouth. He was sucking like a much experienced expert. 

Soon we were in a 69. I had his cock in my mouth again as he was mounted over the top of me sucking me. I watched his balls bouncing on my nose. He slid a finger in the crack of his ass, pushed the tip into his hole. I let his cock out of my mouth, raised my head and rimmed him around the sides of his finger, on the edges of his ovaled ring. He removed his finger still sucking me as I stroked his cock, fondled his balls and rimmed his ass, wetting it. 

He put his middle finger back into his hole, added a second, a third. I mouthed his balls, sucked his cock. He raised his mouth off my cock and stroked it. "I want you to fuck me, Ted," he was practically pleading.

I rolled him off of me. "Let's go to the bedroom," I said. "I have some lube there." Naked we went hand in hand to the bedroom. "How do you want me?" he asked. "On your back," I said. "I want to watch your face, kiss you, lick your tits while fucking you."

He lay on his back, opened and raised his legs, put his fingers back in himself. I got the lube from the nightstand, smeared the Astroglide (c) all around and inside his hole, coated my cock with it. He opened his legs wider. I knelt between them and brought my cockknob to his hole. 

He'd had cock in there before just as he had told me. He knew how to take it. He puckered his anal ring, let my thick mushroom breach his sphincter, my shaft slide into him in one slow, smooth stroke. My balls rested against the cleft of his ass. His balls on my lower belly, cock up almost reaching his navel as it oozed pre-cum onto the dark trail of hairs running from his navel to his curly black public hairs.

"Ooooh fuck," he moaned. "Fuck me, fuuuuccccck meeee."

I eased back until only the head was trapped by his anal ring, eased back up into him. 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he breathed. "Fuck my ass."

I fucked him slowly, lovingly like that, real slow for many minutes, kissing him on the mouth, kissing, licking, sucking his erect nipples, stroking his cock between us with my hand, his juices sliming us, mixing with our sweat, our juices, mostly my pre-cum gushing and running down the crack of his ass onto the bed. My cock tingled inside him, feeling the rubbery walls of his rectum massage my stiff rod. He had planted his heels on the bed and matching my rhythm humped up and down with me.

"Oh, oh, oh. Fuck me good now, Ted. Fuck my ass. Fill me with your cum. I want it," he moaned, humping up and down faster, more urgently.

I clasped my lips to his, our tongues tangling, our tastes mixing. Sweat coating us I moved my cock faster, deeper into his asshole. I stroked his cock smearing up and down around and around his generous pre-cum flowing in a steady stream from his piss slit. His cock stiffened, lengthened, the knob swelled in my fist. Cum bolted out between us, streaking up to his chest. His rectal walls rolled on my cock, squeezed, relaxed, squeezed, relaxed as he finished cumming. I was cumming with him, both of us reaching orgasm, sweet release at the same time. 

I collapsed onto him, his sticky cum squishing between our bodies, mine leaking around my cock out of his ass. We kissed more. Finally my cock oozed out of his ass with a juicy plop. I went right down and cleaned his hole, crack, inner thighs, laving my cum and his ass musk off of him. 

We relaxed together for a few minutes, laying side by side. Then we went to shower together. I fucked him again that night, and he fucked me. We awoke in the morning arm in arm, chest to chest, cock to cock. We rolled into a 69 and sucked each other off before showering again and dressing for work. 

Later that week I told John about Jim and got his permission to invite Jim to join our club. I had told Jim about the club and our boss. Leering, John said, "Ted have that young man come to my office. I'll check him out for club membership." I knew John was going to have Jim suck him, probably fuck Jim and maybe reciprocate. John invited himself to my apartment for that evening to seem if Jim was into three-ways, group sex he explained. Then he could be a member of the club. Jim had moved in with me for the rest of his internship with the company and passed all of John's tests.

Then there were seven of us in the club, an odd-man grouping until Jim got permission to invite an eighth man. John had hired Jim to work part time at the company while he finished school then to stay on for full time employment. At school Jim had found one of his professors who he thought would be a good addition to the club. [That is the next story, if comments, merit continuing.]