This is part of a multi-part story about a group of college students. The series has a sexual theme which may involve both straight and gay sex, sibling-incest, group-sex and more. It won't contain any content relating to underage sex, bestiality, or rape.
All characters and organisations are fictional, and the events described should encourage the reader to enjoy the story-line, but not to try it (i.e. the incest and unprotected sex are for fantasy only. Don't try it at home.)
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17-May-2022
Belcher passed mugs of coffee to everyone present in the shed, the others being Simon, Nick, Adam and Sharon.
Simon spoke-up. "OK, so, I guess this is officially the start of the Sex Club. So, before it all kicks-off, I reckon we need some club rules."
Nick and Belcher looked at one another before Nick asked, "Why do we need rules? We're supposed to be having fun."
"Because it'll fall apart if we don't, so we have to keep it under our control. I've been thinking this through. Like, we want more people to join, but we just want the right people, so we've got to have some way of deciding who can join."
"Fair point," said Belcher.
"Like, we don't want racists or homophobes, or anybody that's under-age." They all agreed. "And not just that, we need rules to make it more fun."
Nick was bewildered. "Simon, how the fuck are rules gonna make it more fun."
"Rules needn't be restrictive. The sort of thing I mean is a member that turns-up at the club has to be here for sex, or at least some wanking. We don't want anybody that shows-up, never gets naked and never does anything."
They all nodded, as this did seem like common sense.
"But, we can't have anything that's not by consent. Like a straight guy shouldn't be expected to have sex with another guy."
"True," said Belcher. "But they can't object to gay or bi guys shagging in front of them."
Simon agreed. "So, we need to think about things like that, because the four of us have created the club, and we should make the rules."
They were about to agree when Sharon raised an objection. "Excuse me. You four may have had the idea, but it stinks of `men only'."
"OK, I think you have a point. Does anyone object to Sharon running the club with the four of us, as an equal partner?"
Neither Nick nor Adam any problem with it, and Belcher received a clout around the back of the head when he joked that if he objected he'd never hear the end of it.
Simon continued. "If we have meetings, like this, to discuss things, one of us will be Chairman, like I'm doing today. But that will vary with who wants to do it and who has something important to say. There's no reason the chairman ... yes, Sharon, or `woman', can't hand over to another in the same meeting."
Nobody objected, and Belcher was giving Sharon pecks on the cheek.
"I thought about calling us the Management, or the Founders, but that all sounds a bit stuffy."
"Organisers," said Sharon. Nick thought it sounded friendly, so it was accepted.
Nick then had an idea. "OK, we agree we need some rules. How about anyone that wants to join has to do something that proves to us that they're not time-wasters?"
This seemed sensible to Belcher, who suggested, "Like, suck our cocks."
"That's an option, but we can't ask that if they're straight, though a straight guy might let us suck his cock if he knows we're going to fix him up with a girl to shag."
"That's only going to work if they know you're going to deliver your side of the bargain," said Sharon. "So you work out who you want to approach, discuss it with the rest of us and I'll arrange for me or Haley to be there when you make your deal. That way he'll know it's not some sort of prank."
"Perfect." Simon smiled, seeing everything falling into place. "Oh, another thing. We don't approach anyone that's likely to get possessive or jealous." Again, they all agreed
The next step was to look-out for potential new members.
Jeff Chard was depressed. Not just depressed, but overweight and depressed, the latter being a consequence of the former. He was fat, and there was no other word for it, other than `very fat'; something he had accepted long ago. He was a nice person, being always friendly and willing to help where needed, and had no lack of friends, but what he didn't have was a sex-life. At the age of nineteen, that was a problem that showed no signs of going away, which depressed him even more.
Now, sitting with Simon, at the back of the college bar, he'd had enough to drink to moan about his misery, when asked what was wrong. Feeling he'd been whining, he apologised to Simon.
"Hey, don't apologise for that. You're a friend and you can always talk to me. Have you really never done anything with a girl?"
"Never even had one wank me off. I'd do anything for a shag."
"Even let a guy suck your dick, in return for letting you fuck his girlfriend?"
"Man, I'd suck his dick for him if he let me fuck her."
"Really?"
"Well, dunno, but I do get desperate."
"You'll get your end away, one day, Jeff. Everyone does, you just have to wait for the right time and place."
"Well, I just wish I didn't have to wait so long."
"Don't let it get to you, mate. You get yourself home for the night. You've drunk enough for now."
"Thanks, Simon. I feel better now I've got it off my chest."
Simon had only had half a pint, as he'd just intended to pass time until he could meet with Nick at the coffee bar. Nick was delayed, due to his weekly game with friends at the college's five a side football club. Simon had declined to join it, due to his lack of interest in sports and games.
When Simon arrived at the canteen, Nick was already there, waiting with their coffee. Bit by bit, Simon explained the situation to him.
"But he weighs about twenty stones."
"Come on, he's fat, but not that heavy. Anyway, are you saying we can't have fat people in the club."
Nick frowned, then raised an eyebrow. "Now you put it like that, I reckon you're right. Being fat isn't a reason to shut him out. Plus, I like Jeff. He's a nice guy."
Having settled the matter, between them, they approached the others. Sharon was OK with Jeff becoming a member of the club, as he'd always been nice to her. Belcher didn't know him, but said if the others thought Jeff was OK then it was all right by him, and Adam had no objections.
Finding the right time to approach Jeff, the next day, wasn't easy. Whenever Simon was able to chat to him, other students always seemed to be within earshot. The hours passed without any luck, until the last lecture ended and Jeff was ready to set-off home. At that point, it started to rain heavily.
"Oh that's bloody wonderful. Of all the times to piss down, it has to be when I'm ready to go home."
"It's OK, Jeff. Nick's giving me a lift. We can drop you off on the way."
"You reckon?"
"Yeah, hang around a few minutes and I'll ask him when he gets back from the bogs."
When Nick returned, he was happy to help, and even happier when Simon gave him a discrete wink, making him catch-on that the plan was falling into place. Luckily, he'd parked the car quite close to the building, so they didn't get very wet on the way to it.
Sitting next to Jeff, in the back of the car, Simon set things in motion. "Jeff, there's something we wanted to talk to you about, if you're not in a rush to get home. Sort of, like, a proposal."
"Sure, plenty of time." He assumed it was to do with their assignment.
"Great, we'll take you somewhere where we hang-out, then we'll explain everything. It's not far, and we'll drop you straight home after."
"Sounds good to me." Jeff had always liked Simon, who had always found time for him, rather than treating him as `the fat guy', and trusted him enough to know it wasn't some kind of prank. Nick wasn't someone he'd had much contact with, but seemed a nice enough lad.
Ten minutes later, they were parked in the abandoned farm track, where Simon asked "Do you remember we had that chat, in the bar?"
"Yeah, sorry, Simon. I shouldn't have bored you with all that."
"You didn't bore me. You're a friend and you can always talk to me when you need to. Nick, too."
"Of course," Nick agreed.
"Thanks, guys. The pair of you are great."
"Well," Simon continued. "If you remember what we talked about, we might be able to help you, if you're interested."
"He means we can fix you up with a girl to fuck." Nick had always lacked Simon's subtlety.
Of course, Jeff was a little bewildered, wondering if he'd heard right. Realising this, Simon pressed-on. "Some of us, enlightened, open-minded people have got something going. It's a very private, discrete, invitation only, ..."
"It's a sex club," said Nick, being less pedantic.
"Thank you, Nick. We formed our own sex club, and we've got a couple of hot girls so far. They're horny and well up for it, and ..."
"Members can fuck them."
"Yes, Nick. Anyway, like he just said, members can fuck the girls, and everyone said it's OK to ask you if you want to join."
The lad looked shell-shocked. "You can really arrange for me to fuck a girl?"
"Yeah, and not just once. We've a place where we're going to meet regularly and have sex, and you could come along and fuck any time. You get to watch us and the others shagging too."
"Wow, that sounds amazing. Who are the others?"
"Well, you understand we've already trusted you with as much as we can? I can't really tell you any more unless you want to join. They're just people from the college."
"Straight up? It does all sound too good to be true, Simon, but I've always trusted you."
"You can trust us. There's more to know. Some of the male members are OK with helping one another cum."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, like Nick and me started-off wanking together, then it sort of progressed to hand-jobs and blow-jobs."
"You two? I'd never have thought it."
Nick interrupted. "We don't exactly spread it around."
"Of course not. Your secret's safe with me."
Simon continued. "Believe me, getting gobbled by a guy feels just as good as getting it from a girl."
"If you say so."
"Well, we wanted you to realise if you join, you'll see some of that happening."
"I'm OK with that, Simon. If I can fuck a girl, I'm not bothered by what else I see."
"Actually, you said you'd blow a guy if he let you fuck his girlfriend."
Jeff looked concerned, being aware of what he had said, without being completely serious. But Simon knew this and was keen to soften the blow. "Don't worry, no one's going to hold you to that. But we do have a rule that says we only admit people that have proved they're genuine and won't join then ditch us without doing anything."
"What do I have to do?"
"One option is to let one of us suck you off."
That surprised Jeff, shocking him a little, but it also didn't seem as bad as it could have been. "You wanna suck my dick? For real?"
"Yeah. Both of us, if you'll let us."
"And I really will get some fun with a girl?"
"You let me have a suck on it and Nick will phone her and get her to show you her cunt."
"OK, I'm in."
Nick opened the driver's door, getting out to sit on the back seat, with Jeff between him and Simon. To make Jeff feel a little more reassured, he opened his jeans, pulling out his semi-erect penis. Simon reached across and stroked it a little. "See, we're not winding you up. He loves it."
Jeff nodded, allowing Simon to unzip his flies, to pull-out his still soft cock, rolling back the foreskin. It responded to Simon's touch, hardening just a little.
"Don't worry, you'll enjoy it." Adam licked around Jeff's cock-head, swirling his tongue around it then sucking on it while Nick watched and masturbated. Jeff leaned back in the seat, reclining his head, with his eyes closed and groaned with pleasure, his cock now fully-erect. Simon certainly hadn't lied about it feeling good.
After a short time, Simon stopped, as Nick punched a number on his phone, handing it to him when it was answered. He put it on speaker-phone, so they could all hear.
"Hi, guys. How's it going?"
"Hey Sharon. We've got a new member. We're in the middle of initiating him." He switched on the phone's video camera, pointing it at Jeff's cock, as Nick began to suck it.
"Nice cock, Jeff. Are you gonna let me suck it when we all meet-up?"
"Sharon? That's Sharon?" He looked at Simon, who nodded. "I mean, hi, Sharon. Do you really want to?"
"Of course I do. And I want you to fuck me."
If Jeff was speechless then, he was even more-so when Simon handed him the phone and said "Show him your cunt, Shaz."
She was in her room, with the phone mounted on a small stand, allowing her to move back until most of her body was visible. Then she slowly undressed, finally taking-off her bra and panties, then holding her cunt wide open for the camera. That was the point where Jeff blew his load into Nick's mouth.
"Thank you so much, guys." He handed back the phone, after Sharon had said her goodbyes, promising him fun soon. "I can't thank you enough." Whether it was out of desire or gratitude, he would never really remember why he acted on impulse, taking Nick's cock in his hand, stroking it. When Simon saw it, he released his leaking erection, letting Jeff take it in his other hand. "I think I'm going to enjoy being a member."