Date: Sat, 29 Jul 2023 14:17:28 +0000
From: Sam Tudor <samnhsamnh@outlook.com>
Subject: Road to Cupcake Ranch Part 52

Mens Club

No apostrophe, that is how it was advertised in the Philly
"underground" newspaper, which was very much above ground and full of
sex related ads.  Always on the lookout for new sexual experiences, I
considered going, it was in a Black neighborhood, but a "good" one,
where I felt very safe in the daytime, and, as long as I was with
someone, and especially a Black friend, at night as well.  So, I called
up Rasheed, a Black baseball player on the team with me, who I knew was
at least bi if not gay, but on the DL about it anyway, to see whether he
had ever been there.  He had not, but was interested in going.

The place was only open on Wednesday and Saturday nights, from 6 pm to
midnight.  Admission was $20 and included condoms, lube, and snacks.  It
was "clothing optional".  We learned this, and the address, from the
newspaper.  We took an Uber, not wanting to leave either of our cars on
the street and not sure about on street parking (although as it turned
out, that was not an issue at all) with some trepidation that we would
not be able to get an Uber late that night to come get us (another
misconception) with another team mate on call to come get us if
necessary. (It was not necessary.)

The address was a two-story row house, on a block where half the row
houses had been torn down, midstream, in some long abandoned urban
renewal project, and the other half were primarily commercial on the
first floor.  Some of the vacant lots had been turned into parking lots,
so there was plenty of on street parking, and plenty of light.  The door
only had the street number on it, and a light over the door.  A sign
said, "Mens Club -- ring bell", so we did.  A voice on the intercom
asked, "Do you know what this place is?"  and then "Are you OK with
gay sex?".  We answered `yes' to both and the door lock buzzed us in.

We came into a hallway, on the left was what probably was the living room
when it was a house, it had a few chairs, and a desk, and behind the desk
a big, burley, light skinned Black guy, wearing a wife beater, and gold
earrings.

"Hi," he said, very cheerfully but authoritatively, "you guys over 18,
and have an ID to prove it?"

"Yes, sir," I automatically answered.

"Have you been here before?"

"No."

"Then you need to join the club, that is $5, good for 3 months, plus $15
entry fee. And I need to copy down some information from your ID's, like
name, address, and age for our records.  The only way we can operate is
as a club with members.  You also get to go to the annual meeting and
vote on things provided you are a member in September when we have the
meeting."

We provided the information and the money, he pointed to a wall of small
lockers, told us to pick one with a key, put our clothes, wallets, etc.,
in a locker, and take the key and pick up a towel from the pile of clean
towels. He told us there were flipflops if we wanted to use them, which I
did and put on red ones,  Rasheed put on blue ones. The key was on an
elastic cord -- as we were stripping a white guy came in wearing a black
jock, his key cord on his ankle, and another guy, Black, came in, wearing
a towel, with the key cord on his bicep.  Then a third guy, Hispanic, by
looks and accent, came in stark naked, with a towel around his neck and
the key on his wrist.  The first two guys were leaving for the night, the
bare assed one came to chat with the guy at the desk.  There was a flat
screen opposite the desk playing gay porn.

"Go explore," the desk man said, "there are refreshments in the room
just above this, the main bathroom is next to it, if you shower, or use
the bathroom for any purpose, make it quick.  There is a toilet and sink
through that door.  The steps to the basement are through the hallway, be
careful, they are not even."

So we explored.  It did not take very long.  The room behind the front
room had clearly been the kitchen, the sink was still there, the rest was
a maze of camo netting -- you could see people through it, and, you could
stick your cock through it, in fact, that was going on as we walked
through, a chub was blowing a fine looking Black guy with a long thin
cock that was going down the chub's throat.  The chub was furiously
jerking off his little fat cock.  "Ok," I said, "let's see what is
happening upstairs."

Upstairs was the aforementioned bathroom, a bar of sorts with soft drinks
and snack foods like pretzels and energy bars, and a living room which
probably had been the master bedroom when it was a house.  That had a
bigger flat screen TV, and a couple beat up sofas, and a few chairs.  The
TV was showing gay porn.  One couch had a guy, mostly dressed, with a big
cock, uncut, mostly hard, out and being stroked, the other couch had two
guys, wearing towels, with cocks hard and out, and kissing and playing
with each other.

The door led to three smaller rooms, one with a big wooden cross with
straps for hands and feet, and an assortment of whips and other such
things, all fastened by a cord to the wall, the cord being long enough
not interfere with their use.  No one was in there.  A second room had a
bench, at groin height, which one could approach from any side.  A guy
was in there, on his belly, being fucked doggie, by a guy standing behind
him.  Two old guys were watching with cocks out and hands on their
cocks.

The third room had a sling, a guy on his back, feet up in stirrups,
sucking a guy at his head, and being fucked by a guy standing at his ass
end.  "Want to play?" the fucker asked. "You can take a turn if you
want, this guy can't be satisfied I think."

"Later," I said, "we just got here and want to see the whole place
first."

Behind this room was a small room which might have been a kitchen or a
pantry, which, like the office where we came in, was well lit, everything
else being dim.  Two guys were in there, sitting on folding chairs,
wearing towels, chatting.

We then went down the stairs, and down to the "dungeon" in the
basement, which was very dark, and laid out with plywood partitions into
cubbies, some with beds of sorts, some with glory holes, and none with
doors.  As we walked through we both got groped by several guys, our
immediate response was the same, "Just got here, maybe later," while
our eyes adjusted to the darkness.  Just being there had both of us hard
as rocks, with our cocks tenting out of our towels.

"I've always wanted to suck a cock through a glory hole," Rasheed
said, so I went around a partition and stuck my hardon through the wall.
Rasheed went to the other side and gave me a great blow job.  I stopped
him before I came, and pulled back.  By this time our eyes were
accustomed to the dark and we could see who was watching us, and as we
wandered around, who we were watching.  There must have been 20 guys
there, of all races, ages, and body types, and cock sizes.  Someone for
everyone.

Rasheed and I were mostly tops, "Let's find a guy to spit roast" he
suggested.

"The second room or third room upstairs," I suggested.  So we went back
up to the 2nd floor, picking up condoms and lube packets on the way.
There was a guy spread eagled on the bench in room 2, and a guy in the
sling in Room 3.  The guy on the bench stunk of ass and weed, the guy in
the sling was really good looking, Black/Hispanic, and well hung, with a
PA in his cock and a ring in his taint.

"Hey guys," he said, "interested?" Rasheed and I exchanged looks.

I said, "Sure.  I call heads,"  and I moved to his head.

"I get the tail."

We suited up.  I slipped in real easy, like a cunt, and then he tightened
down on me.  Rasheed was in his mouth up to his balls.

This guy knew how to take a cock, mouth and ass.  I played with his cock
and balls, Rasheed played with his pecs and nips.  "You guys are good,"
the bottom boi said. "Keep it up."

By this time we had attracted an audience.  One guy got out his phone to
take a picture. "Nope," I said, "put it away."

"Going to make me, faggot?"

"Yes," I said, "and then I will shove it up your ass."  I pulled out,
still hard, cock dripping lube, and approached him. "Hand it over."  He
backed off, I advanced, my hand out, my cock still hard, his towel fell
off, he was hard, "Who's the faggot here?" I asked, "You are clearly
getting off on watching us."

Just then the big guy from the office showed up, took the phone from the
guy, and said, "Jerry, how many times have I told you to lay off with
the phone.  As much as we like your money, you are not worth it, hereon,
you put your phone in your locker or you will be banished," and, phone
in hand, went back down the stairs.

"Time to change places, anyway," said Rasheed, and we did.  I loved
watching Rasheed fuck, even more than I loved watching him go after a
long ball in the outfield, he was fluid in his motions, and even better
naked with the dim light reflecting over his now sweaty, muscled, black
body.

We heard the moans of a guy being fucked harder than he wanted to be,
complete with verbal abuse, calling him a `fucking pussy faggot cunt
cocksucker whore' at one point, and a cheering squad of maybe 4 other
guys, some wanting "my turn".

Rasheed and I were ready to explore something else, so we thanked the
bottom boi, who had not cum, and neither had we, and followed our
audience out to the next room where all the commotion was taking place.
It was the guy with the camera who was being fucked, and who was
complaining about it, very loudly at that point.  But it did not seem
that he was resisting at all, no one was holding him back, in fact the
only contact with another guy was the other guy's dick.

I must have looked concerned, since a guy, also watching, standing next
to me, said, "Don't get concerned about it, he does this all the time,
gets in someone's face, they get upset, and someone `punishes' him by
fucking him hard.  Eventually he will cum, maybe after four or five guys
have fucked him and `made' him lick their cocks when they pull out, and
then he goes home.  It happens almost every week.  He picks on a newbie,
like you and your buddy, and then wants to be punished."

While we watched, the fucker obviously came, went around to the guy's
head and put his cock up to the bottom boi's mouth, while someone else
put his cock in the bottom boi's ass.  More verbal abuse from both of
the tops followed.  This scene was repeated twice more, we were about to
explore the place, a little more, and the bottom boi came, a big load all
over the floor.  The two tops exploded at the same time, the ass man
spraying his cum over the boi's back, the mouth man cumming all over the
boi.  The ass man wiped his cum down the boi's back, and both pushed the
boi down to lick the cum off the floor.  The whole scene made me glad I
was normal!

So, we roamed.  Being two young, hung, and reasonably good looking guys,
and fresh meat, we got a lot of attention, and had our pick of guys to
mostly suck our cocks, and get fucked by us.  Finally, having stopped for
snacks once, and pissed, we decided to cum and go home.  We discussed how
we wanted to do it and resolved on a DP with a guy who had asked us to do
it to him while we were having a snack.

We found him and snagged a room in the basement with what passed for a
bed, but which made the DP possible.  Rasheed's cock was longer than
mine, and mine was harder than his, so Dave, the bottom, had Rasheed lie
on the bed, Dave sat on Rasheed's cock, and I put in on top of
Rasheed's cock standing at the foot of the bed.  Rasheed went right in
to Dave's ass.  It was more difficult for me, I pushed, and pushed, with
Dave's encouragement, it was very hot, almost too hot, I had to back off
to keep from cumming on the spot, then tried again, and, with a mighty
push, got in, and held, for two reasons, Dave needed to get adjusted to
it, and I needed not to cum.

"Take turns fucking me," Dave suggested, "and take very short strokes,
since otherwise one or both of you will get pushed out."

So, we did, first Rasheed, then me, then Rasheed, then me.  Feeling
Rasheed's cock against mine was very hot.  I had DP'ed before, but this
time was even better.  Rasheed's cock was bigger and longer and the head
was more pronounced, even with condoms on.   Rasheed gave me a look, and
licked his lower lip -- keep in mind that Rasheed and I had never gotten
it on before, both being mostly tops -- and I leaned over Dave and kissed
Rasheed.  Dave was squished between us, but did not seem to mind.  I
felt, then, that I could fall in love with Rasheed, something that I had
never done with any of the guys I had sex with, and by this time, there
were dozens, or scores, but not hundreds.

We fucked, and fucked, and then Dave began to cum and convulsed, clamping
down our cocks, and we blew our loads as well.  We went to the bathroom
upstairs, nobody was in the shower, took a quick shower, dried off, and
went back to the office, got dressed, called an Uber which arrived in
about 7 minutes and went back to campus.

"We need to hang out more often," I said.

"Right on," Rasheed replied.  "But I think we could have just as good
a time one on one.  You game?"

"Absolutely," I said.  And could lead to another story.

But, as Woody Woodpecker used to say, "That's all folks".  This is the
last episode in this series.  If you liked it, go to
gay/highschool/rentboys revisited for another, shorter, series.  And. as
a preview of coming attractions, Jason's adventures abroad will appear
eventually, under "Not so Innocents Abroad" about his adventures in
Europe and the Middle East.