Date: Sun, 2 May 2004 14:53:47 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman Subject: The City Club Part 2 The City Club Part 2 By Bald Hairy Man Email, bldhrymn@excite.com or bldhrymn@aol.com. This is an adult story for adults. It is not intended for minors, nor for persons who are offended by alternate life styles. This is 100% fantasy, so no effort at safe sex is shown. I slept well that night. When I woke the next day, the whole experience at the City Club seemed like a dream. I couldn't believe it had been real. There was a busy day ahead of me and I devoted all my energies to work. Accounting isn't the most exciting profession in the world, but the day was filled with resolving a major problem for an old client. I'm good at concentrating on a problem and working at it until it's solved. At seven in the evening I figured it out and went home. Feeling good, I drove past the City Club and a wave of lust and horniness swept over me. Thinking it would pass, I drove on. By the time I was two blocks from my house I went around the block and drove back. The doorman recognized me from the night before and let me in. The locker room was empty. I undressed, took a shower and went to the pool. There were quite a few men there, none of whom I recognized. I jumped in the pool and swam for a while. When I got out a voice called out, "Freddy, come over here!" I didn't recognize the voice immediately. When I got closer, I saw it was John, the architect. John was a handsome man. Naked he was beautiful. He was slim; I assumed he was a runner. I had heard men referred to as being an otter. John was sleek, elegant and furry, otter like. He was sitting with two men, they were otters too, but not of the sleek and elegant sort. "Freddy, meet Clyde and Wilbur," John said in introduction. "They're the stars of the city Public Works department." "We're ditch diggers," one of the men said. I looked at him, then at the other man. There was something odd about them. I looked again. "I'm Clyde, the handsome one," Clyde said. "Twins?" I said. They burst out laughing. "You'd be surprised how long it takes some people to figure it out. We work together, but don't dress alike. When we're naked, it's easier to tell." Wilbur said. I was staring at them, the similarity was astounding. I had seen identical twins before, but they took the cake. "Real specimens aren't we?" Clyde said. "My Uncle Jake said we were living proof God has a sense of humor. Why in hell would anyone make two of us?" The twins laughed again. They were tall and scrawny and a bit misshapen. Both were hairy in a baboonish way. Both were horse hung. "Don't let them fool you, they're smarter than they look," John said. "They are the guys who show up when there's an emergency." "Yeah. If you have shit spewing all over the road, we're the guys that show up," Wilbur said. "With shovels." We chatted for a while. Clyde and Wilbur were interesting guys. They seemed to have a bottomless supply of odd stories about Richmond's utilities. There was a man standing near us who had been swimming, but now looked lost. You could tell he didn't know anyone here and was embarrassed. Clyde got up and went over to him. "You look lonely, come over and join us, if you want?" Clyde asked. The other man mumbled something which I couldn't hear. Clyde came back to our group. The man looked as if he hesitated, but he came over and sat. "Hi, I'm Jim," he said. We all introduced ourselves. Wilbur had been swimming, so Jim found himself sitting between the twins. You could see him trying to figure out what was going on. "Is this candid camera?" he asked finally. Clyde and Wilbur loved that. Jim relaxed. He was a twin too, but his brother wasn't identical. Clyde and Wilbur seemed to take a fancy to Jim. Jim didn't seem too interested in them, until he saw their cocks getting hard. They had horse cocks and goat balls, not pretty, but impressive. I don't think of myself as a size queen, but big meat has a definite erotic effect. The twins knew they were big and weren't shy about showing off. As I said, I get turned on by big cocks, but I don't seek them out. Average cocks have always done the trick for me and a small cock, attached to the right man, can be good too. I sensed Jim's interest wasn't platonic or scientific. Clyde said they were going off to the steam room and asked Jim if he'd like to join them. Jim couldn't talk he was so excited, but he was able to nod. The threesome left. John jumped into the pool for a swim and I was alone for a minute or two. Ram appeared and sat next to me. "Thanks," he said. "It was great, yesterday." "The pleasure was all mine," I replied. "That can't be true!" he exclaimed. "I didn't know anything could be that good." I smiled and looked at him. He was very young, but the hairy body made him look a bit more mature. Looking at his cock, I saw he was getting hard. "Sorry about that," he said, sheepishly. "Unless, I'm very mistaken, this is a gay, nude, sex club. Erections go with the territory." "You are right. It's hard to see things that way. Everything in here is the opposite of the way things are outside." Ram said. He got closer to me and whispered. "It wasn't the way I thought it would be at all. I went to a public school in England. There it tended to be more of a rape. I knew the fucker enjoyed it, but most of the kids who got fucked didn't like it. You enjoyed it. Josh didn't like the men he was with much." "They forced him?" "No, Josh got away in time, but he was uneasy. They really wanted to get in his ass." Ram explained. "They got a bit nasty." I must have looked taken aback and worried. "They apologized to him later, they said they got carried away. To tell you the truth, Josh is a bit of a tease. I had a much better time than he did." "You aren't a tease." "It's funny, Josh thought you were too old and too hairy. The men were boyish, smooth and every hair on their heads was in place." "You don't care about that?" "In India, big, bearded, older men are elders, greatly respected. To be a boy isn't." Ram said. "My best friend in school would like you." From the way Ram said that, I knew he was trying to arrange a meeting. Planning to say I wasn't into dating boys, I actually asked what he was like. "Ahmed is a brilliant student, Pakistani. He comes from a very conservative family and has only studied. I thought my social life was limited, but his was non existent. He is gay, but has never done anything, except with me. He will be a great doctor someday. Would you mind meeting him?" Much to my surprise I said, "Sure." Even more surprising, Ram said Ahmed would be over in a half hour. Ram left, apparently to call Ahmed on his cell phone. Scooter appeared and sat next to me. "Damn, Freddy, you changed Junior's life last night. He was a slam-bam-thank-you-mam guy. Junior got me during lunch today. He was great, you need to give Alvin a few lessons." "I had no idea they were father and son. I couldn't believe it." "Those West Virginia boys, it's all true what they say about them," Scooter replied. "I can't believe that either!" "Well it isn't true, as a mater of fact. Alvin and Junior found out they shared the same tastes when last year Junior showed up to fuck me for my birthday and found his father trying to shoot my birthday gift into my ass." "That sounds like a bad scene." "Once the shock wore off, it was fine." Scooter continued. "They're truly laid back and can go with the flow. I told them they both had shitty taste in women and at least I wouldn't get pregnant. I don't mind putting out when asked, either. They could see the logic." "Do they . . .?" I asked. "Play together? I don't rightly know," Scooter replied, "Never when I've been present. They're both growed; it's up to them." He waved to a man on the other side of the pool who came over to us. He looked slightly familiar. "How are they hanging, Scooter?" he asked. "Low, they're full and hanging real low. Leo, this is Freddy, a new friend." I stood and we shook hands. Leo was perfectly groomed, he must have shaved his body and he had a perfect, all over tan. I recognized him as the pitchman on TV for a local car dealership. "Are your balls full?" Scooter asked. "I thought you'd never ask!" Leo remarked. They went into the pool. Ram returned with his friend. Ahmed was a good 6'-2" with curly black hair and a matt of matching hair on his chest. He would have been a great linebacker on an American football team. His cock vanished in his pubic bush, except for a large, pink cock head. Ahmed was looking down at his feet. Afraid to look at the nude men in the room. "Can we join you?" Ram asked. I said sure. He introduced Ahmed and they sat down. "Ahmed's never been here before. He's a bit shy," Ram said. "It took me a bit of getting use to," I said. "It's a different experience. Everyone here is gay and wants sex." "It's different for me. No one was ever naked in my house. My family is very strict." Ahmed said. "We are Muslim. I was a student, all Alphas. In school and University." "Ahmed, my family is Baptist. All A's here too, I was an absolute straight arrow. It's not that different." I said. Ahmed looked at me and laughed. "I guess it's the same everywhere. Parents are parents," Ahmed said. He dropped his voice. "When did you begin to enjoy men?" "I liked men form the time I was born. I had sex with one for the first time when I was 24," I replied. "I'm afraid I was too scared and embarrassed to enjoy it. It couldn't have been that bad; I went back for more." "I'm 24," Ahmed said. "I thought you were Ram's age?" "Ahmed is a PhD student in Molecular Biology. I'm an undergraduate. They put us in the same room, since we are both from Asia," Ram explained. "I'm an Indian Hindu, born and raised in Bath England; he's a Muslim from Lahore. Someone hadn't kept up with Indian politics. We are great friends. I introduced Ahmed to man sex." "You enjoyed it?" I asked Ahmed. "I know Ram did." "Yes, in spite of being scared and embarrassed," Ahmed answered. "I want to do it again. It's just that I am so uneasy." I understood. "When I was about 30, I spent a night with an older man. He seemed older to me then. I'd guess he was about my age. I'd been drinking. At that time in my life I needed some booze to get up enough courage to do anything with a man. The next morning, he gave me breakfast and we had a long talk," I said. "Max was a pretty well known architect. He told me he thought sex was biology, not morality. The cock is an organ, it is both a functional organ and a sensory organ. Max thought it was like the mouth, ears or eyes," I continued. "That seems like a stretch to me," Ahmed said. "When you think about it, it's not," I said. "You can eat and taste with your tongue, hear with ears and see with eyes. They all have a function, but they all can be used to enjoy things. We don't say you can only eat for sustenance, but not because we enjoy good food, do we? We use ears to hear a lecture, but it's not wrong to listen to music, is it?" "The Taliban said it was bad." Ahmed said. "Well, there are some Baptists who think the same way. They're both wrong," I said. "There have always been some who think anything enjoyable is by its nature bad. That's just screwy. We piss through our cock and we reproduce with it; there's nothing wrong to use it for pleasure." "It certainly does that," Ram said; he was smiling. "Life can be bad enough, without claiming pleasure is evil." He was stoking his cock. Ahmed saw that and began playing with his. He was thinking about what we had said, but his cock was doing some thinking for him. Sex is a natural urge. You can try to suppress it, but it's still there. "One aspect is unique about human pleasure is that doing it with other people enhances it. Eating in good company is better than eating alone. Masturbation is good, but doesn't approach an orgasm with another person," I commented as I reached over and stoked Ahmed's cock. He started, but relaxed as I manipulated his organ. He had a solid seven-inch member, nice and thick. As I stroked him he began to ooze precum. I bent over and licked the juice. When I got up, he looked shocked. "You didn't need to do that." he said. Ahmed looked confused. He had a very deep, but soft voice and his Indian accented English was perfect. "I wanted to. Precum is a natural reaction to sexual excitement. I was flattered you reacted; I like it when it's fresh." Ahmed reached over and touched my cock. He just barely touched it. When it didn't bit him, he took hold of it and stroked it. A bead of precum appeared. He looked at the bead, then at me. He slowly bent over toward my cock. He stuck his tongue out. It touched the bead of fluid. His body twitched, almost as if he had received an electric shock. He sat up again. I think he was trying to get his mind straight. Ahmed smiled at me, then went down again, this time swallowing my cock head. That wasn't enough. Next, he was trying to deep throat me. My cock has an upward curve when I'm excited, so we rearranged ourselves on the bench in the 69 position. In this position he could get my entire cock down his throat and I could get a good portion of his. He was leaking big time. We were going too fast, so we pulled apart and rested. Ram had been watching us and was really turned on. His cock was shining and I knew he had lubricated it. I went back to sucking Ahmed when Ram eased his way into my ass. It was just as good the second time. As Ram's cock went deep, Ahmed's cock twitched. He didn't shoot, but he spurted a big blob of pre cum. I'm not a mind reader, but I knew what Ahmed wanted to do next. Ram was less excited than the night before and he pumped for a good five or six minutes before he shot off. It was Ahmed's turn now. Ram coated Ahmed cock with lube. I got on my back and Ahmed got into position. His cock head was huge and it took some work to get it past my sphincter. Once it popped through, it was worth the trouble. When his mushroom met my prostate, I thought I would pass out it was so good. Oddly, as it stroked my magic nut, my sphincter contracted squeezing his shaft. Ahmed liked that a lot. "It is like velvet in there!" Ahmed exclaimed. "I'm going to shoot. Let me out!" My ass clamped tight. He could have pulled it out if he really wanted to, as it was he shot his load deep in my ass. "My cock's going to explode it's so tender!" he exclaimed. He must have learned English from a Scot, he rolled his R's. "Just leave it in and let it drain." I advised. He stayed perfectly still. I moved my hips and squeezed my sphincter a little. Ahmed loved it. I remembered back to the first time I fucked a guy. It had been fast and a bit nasty. I felt good about giving both Ram and Ahmed a good experience. "Damn, that was fucking hot!" Clyde said. I think it was Clyde, Wilbur was next to him. "You did a beautiful job, Gunga Din." Clyde put his arms around Ahmed's shoulders. "It was my first time, My named Ahmed." "Well do done just great! Nice piece of meat you have too." Clyde said. Ahmed had pulled out. "Did you leave your load in there?" "All of it. It was a big load. Freddy hasn't cum yet." Ahmed said. He apparently felt an obligation to get me off. I was going to tell him, not to worry when Wilbur's cock entered my ass. He rammed me four of five times and I shot off like a Roman candle. It was totally unexpected, but satisfactory none the less. I was shooting and Wilbur was twitching. He had climaxed too. Wilbur pulled out and I sat up. "Look at that cock. It's dripping with cum," Ram exclaimed. "Don't make a mess, brother Will," Clyde said. He got on his knees , the licked and sucked all the cum off his brother's cock. "Might good eats," he said when he was finished.