Date: Mon, 10 May 2004 15:53:50 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman Subject: The City Club 3 The City Club Part 3 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. The City Club could easily become habitual. I stayed away for a few days and didn't get back to the club until the weekend. I was going to stay away longer just to test my will power, but Bruce called me. He said he was having a few friends over to join him at the club and wanted me to attend. It seemed to me, most of his friends were quite a bit younger than I, but I said I would be there. He said he'd meet me there at eight. Bruce was waiting at the door with Ron. We went into the locker room, stripped and entered the steam room. Alvin and Junior were already there as was Josh. "This is sort of a business meeting," Ron said, "but, it's all right if we mix some pleasure with it. I know all of you have been enjoying yourself here. I've enjoyed it too, although, enjoy is to mild a word to express my real feelings." "We're all gay men who, let's say, have a high tolerance for sex. That's why we're here." Ron continued. "However, one of the things I like the least about the gay community is the cliquishness, the way we turn into small snotty groups. I'd like to find a way to avoid that here. I got you here tonight because I noticed none of you seems to be afflicted that way." "Shit, a cock's a cock!" Alvin exclaimed. Everyone laughed. "I think we all agree on that," Ron said. "Do you guys have some ideas how we can avoid the problem? Something that might attract the whole membership." "A get acquainted party?" Bruce suggested. Josh suggested, "Special events? Theme nights?" He took a long look at Alvin and Junior. "Maybe a father and son night? That would mix up the ages." "Wherever did you come up with that idea?" Junior asked. "I don't know if I've ever met any other guys like us, "Alvin said. "We didn't intend to be father and son cock hounds, it just happened. Junior was older when we found out we shared the same tastes. I don't like kids, but it's fine when they're grown." "Maybe a drag night would be good?" Josh said. "How in hell do you do that in a naked club?" I asked. "Heavy makeup?" Josh retorted. Alvin was all but rolling on the floor he thought that was so funny. From that point on the conversation rolled down hill. The jokes and puns built on each other and I don't think I had laughed that much in years. A week later I attended the first Father-Son night at the City Club. I was with Ram, who was playing son for a day. Ahmed was with Scooter. Ron had Josh in tow. Alvin and Junior were holding court on one side of the pool, but I didn't know most of the other men and boys there. We were sitting in one of the recesses with William, an older man and his "son" Chad. While we were talking, Chad referred to William as Uncle Bill. Also with us were Kevin and his "son" Sean. In that case, Sean called Kevin, Father K. Jim, the guy I had seen earlier was there with a young kid, Mark. I was sure he was 14 or so, but it turned out this was his 18th birthday. They referred to it as his "coming out" party. Uncle Bill was a handsome man in his late 40s; his nephew looked a lot like him. That didn't strike you at first, but when you knew the relationship the similarities became much more apparent. Bill was balding and had a close-cropped beard and a hairy mat covering his well-tanned chest. He must have been a runner or tennis player. He had that build. He and Chad had long, cut cocks framed by hairy low hangers. Chad was a student at UVA. It was clear Kevin's body never saw the light of day. Thin, he was developing a small pot belly, the curse of middle age. He had an unruly black beard and a full head of hair. His body was smooth except for his thick pubic bush. His cock was uncut. Sean was red headed and pink, slightly pudgy. He too was uncut, but his cock looked small compared to his bull balls. Jim was handsome, with shiny black, well-coiffed hair and a small mustache. He too was pale but he had healthy, rather beautiful skin. The hair on his chest was so even I suspected he trimmed it. Mark was blond and as white a boy as I had ever seen. He was hairless except for his pubic area. His pale pink nipples and cock head were the only color except for his pale blue eyes. Mark was well hung, and his cock looked as if it would be a real man rammer when he was hard. Bill was uncut; Mark was cut. "Are you initiating your friend into the joys of gay sex?" Bill asked of me. "I guess that's one way to say it," I replied. "I'd figured out several things on my own, "Ram said. "My Daddy introduced me to anal sex." "Do you like it?" Chad asked. "I've never done it." "Sit yes!" Ram answered. "Yes what?" Clyde asked. He and Wilbur were walking by and over heard a part of the conversation. The men in the group who hadn't met the twins stared at them, confused. "I was saying, I liked anal sex," Ram answered. The twins laughed. "I didn't know there was any question about that," Wilbur replied. "My brother and I have explored that pretty throughly. And successfully, I might add." "Do you fuck each other?" Mark asked. The Birthday boy was getting hard and his cock had become impressive. "There ain't too much we haven't tried. I guess you could say we've tried it a few times," Clyde said. He put his leg up on the bench, giving Mark a really close view of his horse cock. Clyde wasn't hard, but he was firming up. His cock head was parting the foreskin and his piss slit was visible. Clyde and Wilbur weren't into subtlety. "A few times? Clyde's feeding you a line," Wilbur said, "We've been fucking ourselves silly a couple times a week since we were 15." "That a bald face lie!" Clyde protested, mock seriously. "I think we may have missed one or two weeks. Remember when you were in the hospital with kidney stones?" Everyone laughed, except for Mark. He was staring at Clyde's cock. Mark glanced at Jim; Jim nodded. "It's your birthday," Jim said. "Enjoy yourself." Mark stuck his tongue out, leaned forward and made contact with Clyde's cock head. Clyde stroked his cock and a bead of pre cum emerged. Mark's tongue flicked the slit, taking the pre cum. Ram sat next to Jim. He bent over and began to suck Jim's cock. Kevin went after Sean's meat. Bill stood. Chad said, "Feed me daddy!" He then swallowed Bill's cock whole. It wasn't his first time. Briefly, I was the odd man out. Sean looked at me with lust in his eyes. I moved within range. Mark was sucking Clyde tentatively. He was licking Clyde's monster as if it was a rare delicacy, savoring each lick. Sean knew what a cock tasted like and loved it. He was a hungry boy who had encountered a genital eclair. He wasn't shy at all. It seemed to me, this might have been Mark's first encounter with the juices that ooze from an excited cock. He was interested and excited, but unsure. Sean knew how good it was and he was trying to milk my man juice. He engulfed my cock and if he could have worked his tongue deep into my cock, so he could lick cum directly from my balls, he'd have done it. After about ten minutes of this, the group was pretty revved up. Whatever shyness there had been when we got together was gone. Bill and Chad stayed together, but everyone else seemed to be willing to try other partners. I'm much more interested in men than in youths and I got to sample some of the "daddies." It may sound tacky or superficial, but I have a genuine interest in cocks. I don't know if a cock can be the object of a fetish, but they are my interest. Leather, vinyl, fur and boots seem to be the normal fetishes. Since the cock is the man's sexual tool, maybe having a fetish for them is impossible, like saying a glutton likes food. They fascinate me. They sure come in all different sizes and configurations. Given that they all consist of the same basic elements, the actual variety astounds me. Physical contact with a cock, in my hand, mouth or ass is always exciting, but very unpredictable. I'm not a virgin, but I have never been able to accurately know what my reaction will be. I get amused at the personal adds which describe a perfect partner in unbelievable detail. "I want a man 6'-3 ½" tall, 174 pounds, with blue eyes, black hair and an olive complection. Must speak fluent Sanscrit. And, by the way, they need to like long walks on a beach." There can't be that many men who prowl the beaches. A friend of mine once suggested the walk on the beach was short hand for "likes to screw like a rabbit." That, at least would make some sense. I ended up sucking Kevin. He was the least attractive man in the group. I sucked him to be polite and because I'm a cock hound and needed to suck something. To tell you the truth, I was willing to suck anything. Kevin had a long and thin cock, enshrouded in enough foreskin for two men. He had a big cock head, smooth and shiny the way they are when protected by the skin. His shaft was rock hard, but it was as if it was wearing a sweater two sizes too big. The soft skin enclosed the iron shaft. Kevin was extremely reserved and shy, I think. His cock did all the reacting for him. It twitched, it shuddered and twitched, but most of all it oozed. Kevin's balls produced a rich brew of lubricants, hormones and a slight taste of sperm. I like the taste of pre cum, more for what it indicates as to the state of arousal of its producer, than the taste itself. If the pre cum was an indicator, Kevin was a sexual volcano on the edge of an eruption. It was exciting to know that at any moment he could shoot off and flood my mouth with cum. I came up for air, and Sean went in for the kill. As I said, Sean wasn't shy and he took every drop of Kevin's load. Kevin fell asleep after his orgasm. "He does that," Kevin said, "he'll wake up in ten to fifteen minutes." He dropped his voice. "I was sort of hoping someone might fuck me while he's sleeping. I've got an itch in a hard to reach place." "Why don't you wait for Kevin to wake up?" I asked. "He's a bit squeamish about that," Sean said. "He doesn't think oral sex is real sex, so it's okay. Anal is too much for him. I'm sure I'd like it." "You've never tried it?" I asked. Clyde joined us. Mark had joined Jim in a hot 69 session and he was free now. "Not really. Believe me when I tell you. I'm ready." the red-haired boy said. "I'd be glad to help you out," Clyde said, "but I'm kind of big. Since you know you'd like it, do you know if you like them big?" Ram joined us. Clyde, Ram and Sean all looked at each other and knew what to do. Clyde lubricated Ram's long thin cock and I worked some lube into Sean's ass. Sean's as was so pink and delicate and his hole so tight, the whole thing didn't seem like a good idea to me. "Ram had a nice sized cock, but his cock head is big. Once it's in, it will be easy going," I said. "Getting it in may be a problem." "I'm ready," Sean said. By now Ram had his cock head positioned at Sean's ass and was toying with the opening. Ram looked at me, smiled and shoved his entire cock into Sean. Sean was stunned. He stayed perfectly still, then began wiggling his ass to get the cock into better position. In another minute he was moaning as Ram slowly deep fucked him. Mark and Chad looked at him in a mixture fear and excitement. Sean was the first guy to get fucked that night. He was enthusiastic and verbal, and everyone in the room knew just how much he liked it. Sean seemed to encourage more adventurous sexual activity in the room. Chad and Bill came over to watch as Ram's dark cock pump into Sean's quivering ass. Ram suddenly stopped thrusting and became still. He pulled out and then shot his load all over Sean's back. It was an impressive display of spunk. Clyde had been watching the two boys. When Sean stood up, Clyde went over to him and whispered into his ear. "You still want more, don't you?" Sean nodded. "Assume the position and smile," Clyde ordered. Clyde coated his dick with lubricant and pushed into Sean's body. It was hard going at first, but once Clyde's cock head cleared Sean's sphincter it was easy going. Chad stood next to the fucking pair. Bill was right behind him, with his hands on Chad's shoulders. Ram's orgasm had excited Chad, but watching Clyde, a hairy, fifty-year-old, construction worker, fuck Sean's pink and plump ass left Chad transfixed. Mark too, was turned on. Chad was staring, but I knew Bill's cock was hard and rubbing Chad's ass crack. I saw Chad rise up on his toes. He wanted Bill's cock nearer his hole. Bill noticed this and he hunched down. Chad smiled and looked relieved when Bill's cock head touched his hole. They went to a bench in the corner. I took a tube of lubricant to them. Chat looked relieved. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Bill asked. "It's not too late to change your mind." "I want it," Uncle Bill, "I want to feel it. Just go slow." Bill coated his cock with lube. "It seems odd to have an audience." "You liked watching Sean," I said. "We're all here for sex. I get excited seeing other guys getting it on." I said as Bill worked a lubricated finger into Chad's ass. I saw Chad gasp as the finger pressed his prostate. Chad wasn't worried about being watched anymore; he was too stimulated and excited to care. "Oh Daddy!" Chad cried. Bill popped through the boy's sphincter and pushed in, until he rammed the prostate and Chad was gasping for breath. Bill rammed Chad a few times and Chad shot off. It was a hands-free orgasm with the only physical contact between Bill's cock head and Chad's prostate. I got down on the floor and licked the cum drooling from Chad's cock. Bill was still in Chad's ass, slowly pumping. When he rubbed the prostate, Chad continued to shoot. As I caressed Chad's cock with my tongue, I tasted the dribbling remains of his climax. He was relaxed, but still responding to the sexual stimulation. Almost asleep, Chad's genitals continued to respond. Talking to him later he confirmed he was a priest and that he was both firmly committed to the church and driven by sexual desires. Sean had seduced him.