The bed is huge, it’s actually five or six king size mattresses connected and covered in some kind of heavy fabric, something strong and easily cleanable, I suspect. I am laying on my back, looking up at the darkened ceiling. I can see water spots and mold and splotches of paint here and there. Noise is coming from all directions: rock music echoing from another place, voices raised in both pain and pleasure, murmurs and sighs and groans; a cacophony of sounds . Mike is hovering over me, kissing around my cock, his five-o-clock shadow is rough and it feels great as it rubs against my skin. He is mumbling. I like the sound of his voice, it’s sort of gruff, and very deep. 
I reach out now, and grab a handful of his thick black hair, and I pull him up to me, his blue eyes meet mine, his face betrays nothing at first, until he smiles at me . I pull him closer, and we kiss sloppily. I can feel his cock now pressing into my thigh, and I bring my arms around his torso and pull him tight.
We are now joined by several other men who have found their way to the bed. One of the others, a slim, tall youth smiles and asks, “Can I join?” While the big stud, Elliot, a friend and fuck buddy, just dives onto the bed and starts fondling Mike’s ass, “I see some bitch ass that needs pounding!” the randy bastard proclaims. And with that, the four of us entangle and commence embracing, kissing, and fondling each other.
Mike and Elliot waste no time getting intimate. They are each gunning for the other’s goods, and it’s obvious that eventually they are going to end up fucking each other – meanwhile, the cute slim guy and I are in a cinch, wrapped in the other’s arms. He smiles at me and say’s, “I’m Steve.” I smile back, tell him my name and say, “Nice to meet you”. Immediately we grab for each other’s cocks and hold on tightly. He laughs lightly and say’s, “I love coming to this place”. Just as I am about to say something, Elliot and Mike fall on to us, and once more, the four of us are grappling around, each trying to find his way to sexual supremacy.
At some point I find myself flat again. Steve is sucking my cock, Mike is chewing on my left nipple, and Elliot is on my right side, leaning over, kissing me…it’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven…and heaven is a private sex club.
1-Room to Room
Rick, Jon and I got to The Club at around six that warm September night in 1993. Once we got inside we made our way to the lockers, put our clothes away, and changed into shorts. Already, the joint was jumping . As always, it was members only here The Club. Over the years, management (and it was rumored that management just might be a very powerful over lord of the Philadelphia mafia) had really tightened up things here. There were monthly dues, notarized copies of HIV test results ( due every three months), strict rules about condom usage, and even stricter rules about members bringing guests (all guests must submit proof of age, and sign a waiver giving the club no responsibility for there safety); and yet, despite all of this, more and more gay men joined this nameless establishment that was hidden on a back road near Atlantic City. And that was easy to understand, there was a lot of sex to be had, and for the most part, it could be safer than hooking up with a complete stranger. At least here, you knew your chances of getting an STD (or worse) were nominal.
Once the three of us were situated, we were joined by Mike 1 – I’d dubbed him this name years ago, as I always saw him here with his buddy, also named Mike. I liked Mike 1, he was a dirty guy with a foul mouth who enjoyed all kinds of scenes.
“Damn”, Mike said, eyeing Rick’s chest, “Somebody’s been pumping iron”. I smiled, because he was right. Over the years, my sexy slim boyfriend had morphed into a serious hard body. We went to the gym four days a week, and while I managed to keep up, for whatever reason, Rick positively blossomed into a muscle hunk. I had no complaints. Also, recently, he had started sprouting a beard. I was not exactly sure if I liked his furry face, but it did lend him something of a more butch appearance. Lately I had dubbed him, “Erick The Red”. Rick smirked and flexed his left bicep and Mike reached out to touch the bulging muscle, and with that, I felt my cock begin to stir…
…a few minutes later, we split. Rick and Jon headed over to the sex wrestling room, while Mike and I made our way down one of the dank hallways. “Must be a full moon he said”, as we made our way down the narrow hall which was lit with dim bare bulbs, “lots of freaky deaky going on tonight”. And then, as if to illustrate his point, we came to a room where a gorgeous young man, with long blond hair was bound to a Saint Andrew’s cross while a rather large, husky guy of about 35 or so, with a thick chest covered in strawberry blond fur, was flogging him with a fake cat-o-nine-tails. While I don’t doubt that the kid was in pain, the whip had blunted soft edges, so while it might sting, no real damage could done. That said, the big man who was wearing jeans and work boots, was working up a one hell of a sweat as he continued lashing the kid. Mike moved in close to me and said, “They’re brothers”.
“For real?” I asked.
“Yeah, the big one, Roger, that’s his brother, the kid’s named Billy, it’s his 18th birthday”.
“That’s kind of sick”, I said flatly.
“Oh yeah”, Mike replied , “then why is it making you hard?” And with that I looked down and saw that my shorts were tenting.
“Hey”, I laughed, “just because it’s twisted, doesn’t mean it’s not hot”.
A group of other men had gathered in the room, most of them were stone naked, stroking their cocks as they watched the beautiful boy get his birthday beating. One of them kneeled down at Roger’s feet and started licking his boots. The tormentor stopped for a moment and looked down, his face was cruel, that’s the only way to describe it, and when he saw the guy licking he pulled back and kicked him in the face and then he said softly, “Go suck my little brother’s dick, faggot”
“I think I’ve seen enough”, I said and we moved on down the hallway. 
The next room was plastered with pictures of naked men, and lit by blue shaded lights. Chains hung from the ceiling, slings as well, but they were empty. In the center of the room, two guys were hunched over a padded table, their asses raised and ready. One of the guys, a cute blond with a goatee turned when Mike and I were at the door way and said, “I can take two at a time, why don’t you guys double fuck me?” I looked over at Mike and he smiled wickedly…we made our way to the blond bottom boy and started feeling up his ass.
“What do you, think, buddy?” I asked Mike.
“I think we need a couple of condoms and some lube”, he said as he gave the blond boy’s butt a quick slap. And with that, we slipped off our shorts and tossed them on a chair and swooped up some condoms and a small tube of KY. By now the both of us were at full alert, and we easily slipped on our rubbers and then took our places behind our willing victim.
It took almost five minutes before the both of us could get ourselves into the blond dude, and while the feel of Mike’s cock, rubbing up against my own while we both fucked this guy felt unbelievably great; the reality was, it was terribly uncomfortable . Mike lay flat, while blondie mounted him, I squatted over Mike and behind blondie …and, well, a few minutes and some grateful proclamations by our bottom boy was about all we could take. After we clumsily disengaged, we had the other guy, a dark haired punk who did not say much join us. On the wall was a collection of dildos. The fake dicks were all wrapped in plastic with word “CLEAN” emblazoned on them. Mike and I took one each, un did the wrappers and proceeded to shove them up the guy’s willing asses. We both smiled at the ludicrous nature of this, but the guys were so damn happy that they were being violated that we stayed hard. At one point, we both managed to get the dildo’s in to the hilt and stood back admiring our work. Mike smiled at me and I felt the urge to kiss him, and so I did, and we kissed sloppily and then Mike roared, “Hey, you two bitches, get over here and suck us off”. And with that the two guys, dildo’s still up their asses, came forward and took communion.
The blond was on my cock, and he was superb. I kept throwing my head back,but Mike did not let go of me. Finally I looked him in the face, he was so fucking beautiful, his thick five-o-clock shadow making him look sort of dangerous, and I went forward and kissed him again, and after that, we pulled free of the other two and fell back on to one of the tables and made out like horny teenagers. Finally I told him that I was going to fuck him. He smiled crazily and said, “’About time!”
2 – Fucking Mike, Fucking Me
It’s sort of intense, I’ve known Mike peripherally at best, we fooled around at the club in the past, usually just slap and tickle stuff, but now, now we were going to get intimate, and I wanted him so badly. I suppose, deep down, I was a sexual libertine…either that, or just a slut.
Now once, you are really getting it on at the club, well it’s magnetic, other men are drawn, most just to watch, others to join in.
We drew a crowd.
I was on top of Mike, missionary style and within a matter of minutes, we had an audience.
Of course It did not matter, I was digging on the vision of the man beneath me. Mike’s handsome face was scrunched up in pain as I fucked him, but his eyes gorgeous blue eyes never left mine.
“Harder” he said between gritted teeth, “Yeah, make me your bitch!”
And then, I don’t know how it happened, there was music playing, loud, from another room, it was Pink Floyd’s The Wall…and the intensity of the sound and the sexual energy in the room sort of made for a flash point. In a few minutes, other men joined us. The blond lay across Mike’s chest while Vince, the tough little married Italian stud who secretly (well, it wasn’t that much of a secret, all thing considered) liked fucking men, was assaulting his ass. And then we were joined by this older man. He was husky, with a thick chest and the most incredible set of pecs I’d ever seen. He was behind me, reaching around, pinching my nipples, his thick cock pressed up against my ass. I turned to get a good look at him and was instantly overwhelmed
at how handsome he was, his large dark eyes, his thick sensuous lips. He smiled dreamily at me and said something, that I did not hear…and then he moved away and went over to the blond and pulled him up by the hair and said, “Suck on my nips, bitch boy”. Vince laughed and yelled out, “You heard him, punk!”And fucked him even harder.
There were others, and frankly, while I never complained about an orgy, the thrill was gone. I looked down at my fuck buddy and said, “Too crowded, let’s find another spot”.
As we maneuvered our way out of the growing mass of flesh, the older man caught my eye again and smiled at me. He said, “I am going to get to know you tonight, count on it.”
“Looks like somebody’s got a stalker”, Mike said, as we made our way for the doorway, pulling our shorts back on. I nod my head and say, “Yeah, did you see the rack on that stud?”
“I did”, Mike said while he nonchalantly yanked on the bulge in his shorts. I smiled at him, and put my arm around his shoulder and said, “Come on, chico, let’s see if we can find a place to bust our nuts”. He sighed happily and said, “Work, work, work”.
Finally, we end up in the final room at the end of this hallway. It’s a sparse space, three or four tables piled high with lube and condoms, trash cans for used rubbers, and another for used “toys”. The walls are chipped paint, and old posters of half naked men, sports stars and some rather choice graffiti. A few bare light bulbs do what they can to illume the gloom.
The real reason for this room, is the bed in the center of it. Mike and I race for it, and toss our shorts aside. I grab some lube and a handful of rubbers and dive onto the top of the bed.
The bed is huge, it’s actually five or six king size mattresses connected and covered in some kind of heavy fabric, something strong and easily cleanable, I suspect. I am laying on my back, looking up at the darkened ceiling. I can see water spots and mold and splotches of paint here and there. Noise is coming from all directions: rock music echoing from another place, voices raised in both pain and pleasure, murmurs and sighs and groans; a cacophony of sounds . Mike is hovering over me, kissing around my cock, his five-o-clock shadow is rough and it feels great as it rubs against my skin. He is mumbling. I like the sound of his voice, it’s sort of gruff, and very deep.
I reach out now, and grab a handful of his thick black hair, and I pull him up to me, his blue eyes meet mine, his face betrays nothing at first, until he smiles at me . I pull him closer, and we kiss sloppily. I can feel his cock now pressing into my thigh, and I bring my arms around his torso and pull him tight.
We are now joined by several other men who have found their way to the bed. One of the others, a slim, tall youth smiles and asks, “Can I join?” While the big stud, Elliot, a friend and fuck buddy, just dives onto the bed and starts fondling Mike’s ass, “I see some bitch ass that needs pounding!” the randy bastard proclaims. And with that, the four of us entangle and commence embracing, kissing, and fondling each other.
Mike and Elliot waste no time getting intimate. They are each gunning for the other’s goods, and it’s obvious that eventually they are going to end up fucking each other – meanwhile, the cute slim guy and I are in a cinch, wrapped in the other’s arms. He smiles at me and say’s, “I’m Steve.” I smile back, tell him my name and say, “Nice to meet you”. Immediately we grab for each other’s cocks and hold on tightly. He laughs lightly and say’s, “I love coming to this place”. Just as I am about to say something, Elliot and Mike fall on to us, and once more, the four of us are grappling around, each trying to find his way to sexual supremacy.
At some point I find myself flat again. Steve is sucking my cock, Mike is chewing on my left nipple, and Elliot is on my right side, leaning over, kissing me…it’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven…and heaven is a private sex club.
Feeling like the king of the world, I tell Steve that I want him to suck on Mike’s cock, get it nice and hard. We move around, the four of us, and I hear Mike groaning in pleasure. “Fuck his face,” I say to him, and he mounts the kid’s mouth and starts pumping him. His ass is firm and solid. Now I turn to Elliot and say, “Hey, wild man, work on that dick of his”, pointing to Steve’s stalk that is at full mast. I watch the action for a few minutes and then slip on another condom, and climb over the bodies on the bed until I am at Mike’s ass. I drop some lube on his crack and start fingering him, getting him wet and lose . Once I shove into him he let’s out a deep moan and starts pushing his ass up to meet me. I close my eyes and start fucking him…soon the other guys have rearranged themselves, Elliot is now busying himself finger fucking Steve’s bubble butt. I watch them for a second and then turn my attention back to my buddy. I reach under him, grab for his tits and squeeze them. He call’s me a fucker and let’s out another moan. I bite the back of his ear and chuckle and whisper, “Shut up, bitch”. And then I feel someone massaging my ass. I don’t know who it is, and at this point I don’t really care. Finally, I have found my rhythm and the sensation of pleasure is so deep, so intense and so perfect that nothing will ruin it. Hands are all over me now. Someone is pinching my tits, someone else is slapping at my ass, and yet someone else is kissing at my neck – I turn and see the older man from before, he is at my side now, on this monster bed, and he shoves himself over and kisses me and just as he does that I shoot my load, my head explodes in a thousand colors and my body tenses up momentarily and then releases in wave after wave of unmitigated pleasure. I yell out a howl of gratification, my body covered in sweat and pull out of Mike. Quickly I toss the condom into the trash can and flip over onto my back, pushing the others out of the way, “Dude”, I say to Mike, “Come on, your turn, give it to me”.
He mounts me quickly, and starts pounding my ass. The pain is instant and wild. I reach up for him and pull him to me, we kiss, and then he pulls back, his face intense and then he smiles wickedly. Soon, the older guy is at my head, his thick cock resting o
n my forehead as he leans forward and starts manhandling my tits…I feel my cock getting hard again and I reach up and take hold of the older man’s arms. His muscles are thick, his biceps like granite. Mike spits on me, his saliva lands on my chest, “Fucking pig”, he says . The older guy twists my tits back and forth, and then he lets go and reaches over for Mike’s chest. His cock, dripping cum, is hovering above me. Someone now reaches for my cock. I am not sure who it is, but they start jerking me. For a split second, I see at the far end of the bed, others sucking and fucking, the room is now full of horny guys, fucking animals.
Mike is now at full throttle, his muscles are tense, his body a high sheen of sweat making the dark fuzz on his chest glisten . Vince, the Italian tough guy from earlier is at Mike’s side, watching, he whispers something into Mike’s ear, and with that, Mike throws his head back and cries out, “MOTHER FUCKER!” Vince slaps him on the back and smiles nastily while my buddy has his orgasm. Yanking out of me he tears off the rubber and shoots a massive load onto my chest. The others reach out for it, and begin rubbing into my skin…Meanwhile, Vince is holding Mike around the waist while his final spasms of pleasure occur. Meanwhile, more hands touch me, bodies surround me, the smell of sweat is so strong…I close my eyes again and just enjoy the touch of strange hands… and think to myself, the night is still young…
END OF PART ONE
