Date: Sat, 29 May 2004 16:26:34 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman Subject: The City Club 4 The City Club Part 4 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. Things had quieted down. The initial excitement had subsided and most men were relaxed and enjoying a post orgasmic high. It was that time when you would either go home and sleep, or rest to build up strength for another sexual interlude. Alvin stood and made an announcement. "Junior and I have shared the same interests for five or six years now. We watched each other play, but we've never done much with each other," he said. "Well, tonight, Junior expressed an interest in feeling my cock in his ass. After watching you guys go at it, it seems he wants to feel the cock that made him." "Can we watch?" someone asked. "Sure as shit!" Alvin said. "Junior likes to put on a show. I'm afraid he's too much of a hillbilly. He doesn't mind some family fun at all." "I was wondering if there are any other guys in our situation who might like to give it a spin?" Junior asked. "We've been in a rut sexually and I thought this might kick things up a bit." "You mean real fathers and sons?" "That's what we mean," Alvin said. "Junior was kind of wondering if there are other guys here who would like to take the plunge." There was some murmuring. I had guessed most of the men there were role playing. "Well, Clyde and I wouldn't mind putting on a display of brotherly love!" Wilbur said. A short, hairy, stocky man of about 50 came forward with a younger man. "Randy said he'd like to give it a try," he said. The man he identified as Randy was about 24, much thinner, but he had many of the same facial features as his father. A young, very tall and athletic man came forward. He was about 30. "Dad and I've been playing for years, but he's willing to take my cock for the first time," the man said. "For scientific interest only, of course!" everyone laughed. "Well men, let's lube up and go at it!" Alvin exclaimed. When Alvin said Junior like to put on a show, he meant it. Junior got on his back and put his legs in Alvin's shoulders. Alvin had thickly lubricated his cock. It was big and almost looked plastic glistening in the light. Alvin put the bloated head at Junior's ass and pushed. At first, Alvin just toyed with the hole. He popped his mushroom into the hole five or six times, but didn't penetrate deeper. "Come on, Daddy!" Junior complained. "Do it!" Alvin spread Junior's legs wide, then thrust hard and his entire cock vanished into the quivering hole. Junior was hard already, but as his Dad's cock went deeper, it was as if it inflated like a balloon. Junior's meat had never looked better. Junior looked shocked, then he moaned. Alvin had said Junior liked putting on a show, but this was the real thing. Junior had that "I've died and gone to heaven," look on his face. There was nothing fake about the enjoyment the two men were having. Alvin started pumping slowly, but as Junior moaned louder, he picked up the pace. After two or three minutes it was all out fucking like mad men. Later Junior told me neither of them had expected it to be so good. Everyone was watching Alvin and Junior go at it. This seemed to give the other men some inspiration. Clyde and Wilbur put on a good show too. It would be safe to say the brothers were experienced and knew exactly the right thing to do to ring the other's chimes. It was also clear they still enjoyed each other, no matter how many times they had played together. Randy's father fucked him slowly and almost delicately. The stocky man's cock was thick, but fit his son's ass well. Randy was on his back, looking perfectly relaxed. By contrast, his father was putting his all into his effort. He shot off and pulled out. Poor Randy looked let down. Randy looked at me with disappointed eyes. I took his father's place in his ass. I was hard, but not lubricated. Fortunately, his father had shot a spectacular load into the boy's ass. As I entered the scum oozed out on the side of my cock. There was more than enough cum to make it an easy trip. My long cock hit a few new spots and Randy was more than happy. I'm not positive, but I think I spent the better part of a half hour in Randy's ass. The party wound down, everyone was happy. Hal, Randy's father, liked watching me fuck his son. I went home with them and we had a good time. The objective of the party was to mix older and younger members. That worked well, and the atmosphere in the club eased. At least the older and younger members got to know each other. I was off on a business trip to Europe for the next two weeks. When I got back, they had planned another party. Ron called me when I got back and told me about it. "Officially, we're calling it a mixer," he said. "The real object is for members to introduce a closet case to the world of openly gay sex." "How are we supposed to do that?" I asked. "Well, we're not exactly sure about that," Ron admitted. "It will be an all day event on Saturday. We figure guys who are married can get away for a few hours and try out the club. We're going to play it by ear. Do you know of anyone?" I said I did, but I didn't have his phone number, so there was no way to get in touch with him. Five minutes after I finished the conversation with Ron, the phone rang. It would have been a remarkable coincidence if it had been my friend, but I wasn't. It was a man I had spent an one nighter with four years earlier when I was visiting Washington. Robin was a School Principal from Ames, Iowa and had been at a convention. We hooked up and had a good time, trading phone numbers. He went back to Ames and I returned to Richmond, so we never saw each other again, although we did call a few times. He was going to be in Washington that weekend. I asked if he'd like to come to Richmond and told him about the club. He was silent for a while. "That sounds too exotic to me, maybe I'll take a rain heck," he said. We talked for a while and he hung up. An hour later the phone rang again. It was Robin. He had reconsidered. He had no car, so he would take the train down to Richmond. I'd pick him up at the Main Street Station and take him to the club. Saturday morning he arrived at the station on time. Robin was 55 or so, he was of average height and solid. He had thinning salt and pepper hair and a bushy beard, streaked with white. This gave him a Schnauzer like look. Robin was also very nervous. "I've never done anything like this before," he said. "My visit with you four years ago was the best sex I've ever had. I was never able to let my guard down that much. If anyone ever found out about this, I'd be toast back home." "I think you're 1000 miles from Ames, give or take a few hundred miles. You're safe here," I said. Robin smiled. "I know that, but it's hard to drop 40 years of caution and fear. I'd love to be able to relax," he said. "What is this place like?" "It's an old private club. Really very nice facilities. The men there are nice. It's a club, so we can eliminate nasty guys," I explained. "Everyone is pleasant and, more to the point, interested." "In sex?" "That's it." I answered. "That may take some getting use to. Everyone there is ready, willing and able. They're at the club for the same reason you are." "It sounds too good to be true," Robin said. "Do you have to . . ?" "You don't have to do anything. Don't worry," I explained. "It's for fun and pleasure. If you don't want to, don't." We were at the club. "Did I tell you it was nude?" "Yes," Robin replied. "That will be an adventure too. I don't have a gym bod." "No need to worry about that. You won't standout one bit. It's a friendly group." The doorman let us in. Since the club's entrance was through the old service door, Robin was distinctly unimpressed. When we got into the locker room, he seemed happier. The lockers were impressive. We stripped, showered and went into the steam room. The steam was thick, but not too hot. At first we were alone, then John, the architect, came in with a friend. "Freddy, this is Hal, he's an old high school friend from my hometown," John said. We shook hands. "John, Hal, this is Robin. It's his first time here," I said. "It's my first time too," Hal said. "It's different here." I recalled John was from the Valley. Hank had a strong mountain accent. He was tall and lanky, wiry with healthy but pale skin. His head and arms were heavily tanned. I noticed his hands were well scrubbed but callused. His cock was long, thin and uncut. John was looking over Hal as I checked out his friend. Hal had the body of a former football player. He spent some time at a pool. He was tanned. His chest hair was turning white, but showed up against his brown chest. Soft, you only saw his big, cut cock head and huge balls. From my own experience I knew there was a thick shaft concealed in his dense bush. Everyone was happy with they saw. We talked in the thick steam. Hank and Robin relaxed some. I put my hand on Hank's leg. He didn't mind. My cock started to rise. Hank loved that. John was talking up a storm with Robin. I glanced over and saw both men were hard. All was well there. Hank was stroking my cock. The door opened and another man entered. Hank started. "Don't mind me," the man said. "I don't want to interrupt anything." The man had a very thick country Virginia accent. "Damn!" Hank said. "I thought I had a bad accent." "Do I hear a little Waynesboro twang?" "Damn close," Hank answered. "I thought so," the man said. "The name's Catfish. Pleased to meet you." The man came into view through the mist. He was very short and very hairy. "Shit, you're a fucking Chimpanzee!" Hank exclaimed. "He may be a chimpanzee, but he's hung like Godzilla," John commented. "Is that thing for real?" "It's real," Catfish said. He seemed to be affable and good natured. "The Chimpanzee part is sort of true. The fucking part is 100 per cent true. Keep that in mind." He looked us over and saw the erect cocks. "If this is a private party I can leave," he said "Take a seat, Catfish," Robin said. "We're a friendly group." Robin could hardly take his eyes of the monster meat. "I stand for a while if you don't mind," Catfish said. He stood, then bent over and began licking Robin's cock. I did the same to Hank. As I swallowed his cock head, he oozed huge glob of precum. Hank had the engines going and was just waiting for someone to put the petal to the metal. When Catfish came up for air, both Robin and John began nursing his cock. It was big enough for two. Hank's cock was a great size for sucking, but I suspected it was even better for fucking. He sucked me for a while, but his real interest was in fingering my ass. When we switched positions the next time, I slobbered all over his cock. He was sitting on the marble bench. I got up, the sat on his lap. His cock slid into my ass like a hot knife through butter. Hank's cock was curved toward his navel, and I almost passed out it felt so good. I don't know what it hit, but it felt great. "Damn, that looks good!" Catfish said. "I like a guy, who know what he likes and is willing to sit on it!" He came over and sucked my cock while cupping Hank's balls. He scooted down and sucked both sets of balls and then licked Hank's cock as he pumped in my ass. I had to get up. I didn't want to shoot too early. Hank went after Catfish's cock and I joined John and Robin for a quieter sucking session. "Men, we'd better get out of here before we cook," John said. We all returned to the showers, cooled off then went to the pool. Both Robin and Hank had gotten over their shyness. Once they got the hang of it neither had a problem. I swam a few laps in the pool and went to one of the recesses on the side. A few minutes later a young man in his mid 30's sat on the other side. He looked nervous and uncomfortable. He had a towel covering his genitals. "Are you new here?" I asked. He nodded. "Yes. I came with Bill, but he seems to have disappeared," he said. I got up and sat next to him. "I'm Freddy. Don't worry; I don't bite." He smiled unconvincingly. "I'm Larry. I'm not sure I should have come. I've never done anything like this before." Larry was a bit short, very clean cut. He had a slight tendency toward being pudgy. His chest hair formed an orderly swirl emphasizing his musculature. "There's a first time for everything. The guys here are pretty laid back," I said. "You aren't required to do anything." "What if someone caught me here?" he said. The man was terrified. "Everyone here is in the same boat. We share the same interests and preferences. There are no watchers, only players," I replied. He was uncomfortable, but he was also looking at my cock. He looked away quickly when he saw I noticed him staring. "Sorry," he said, sheepishly. I smiled. "Larry, it's perfectly all right to look!" I rearranged my cock and balls so he could get a better view. "This is a gay sex club, and cocks are fair game!" Larry smiled. He looked at my cock again. "After all those years of trying to avoid looking at cocks in the shower rooms, it's nice to be able to take a nice hard look. I like to look too." I said. Larry looked at me. "I'm hard," he said. I smiled again. "I've seen that too." He let the towel slip to the side, exposing his cock. He had a solid six incher with a big pink-purple head. He was uncut, but so hard the skin was fully retracted. The head itself was shining. A stream of precum drooled from his slit. "Sorry I'm leaking," he whispered. I reached over, collected some precum on my finger, then tasted it. "Food for the gods," I whispered. Larry looked shocked. His cock twitched and a bead of cum emerged. Larry was ripe. "I'd be glad to take care of that," I said. "Would you?" "If you promise me one thing. Stay here for another hour after you pop. Can you do that?" He nodded. I leaned over and began sucking. I thought he would shoot as soon as my lips touched his cock. He held off and we ended up in a hot 69 session. Larry was worried, but he liked cock a lot. He was a good cock sucker. Larry was more of a cock worshiper than just a sucker. It was good for me. When he finally shot off, his cock must have spewed a pint of cock jam into my mouth. "Nice show, Larry." a man said. "Oh God, Mr. Walden!" Larry cried. The man must have been a friend or an employer. "Relax, Larry. I'm a member of the fraternity. You're among friends. Call me Bob." "You've got a keeper here, Bob." I said. "Do you, by any chance like to fuck, Larry?" Bob asked. "I'm a top," Larry said. "Hot damn! If you don't mind, why don't you come along with me? I've got some friends I'd like you to meet," Bob said. "Randolph would love to meet you." "The Chairman?" Larry asked. "Yes, you're his type." The two men left. I was alone.