A Guide for the Married Man

 

“Whatever you do, please, don’t talk to me about your wife, or your kids, OK?”

He looked over at me, he actually seemed hurt by what I said, I touched his hand, it was big, the skin was rough, one of my fingers landed on his wedding band.  I smiled and said, “ I mean no disrespect to you, but look at this from my point of view for a second – you are married, you have a wife and kids, and that’s great – good for you, but now, right now, you are with me, your choice I might add, and I don’t want to hear about your home life.  I don’t want to be reminded that what were doing is just a little diversion because you might be confused about your sexuality…”

He pulled me close and shut me up by planting a sloppy but enthusiastic kiss on my mouth.  When he pulled back, he said, “I swear, I’ll do and say whatever you want from me”.

I felt my knees go weak for a second.  I had to admit, he was charming in a middle class-slowly-going-to-pot sort of way.  His hair was still thick, but small wisps of gray ran through it.  His eyes were lined with small wrinkles, as was his brow, even his mouth seemed slightly care worn.  And yet, in spite of all of this, or maybe because of it, I found him irresistible.

He told me his name was Tony.   I’d met him at a bar on a February night back in 1985.  It was one of those peculiar times, mid winter, and suddenly a burst of warm weather hits and everyone comes down with  a case of instant Spring Fever. 

I was feeling it.  My sap was rising, and I wanted to get laid.  There was one gay bar just a few miles from where I lived, funny thing was not that many folks were aware of it.  This was not some huge disco or night club, it was, to the untrained eye, just a little watering hole.  In fact, a lot straight folks wandered in to Roscoe’s and never quite figured out that they were in a gay bar.  There were no drag queens, no dance floor…in fact with the exception of the multitude of framed Playbills on the wall over the pool table, one might think he was in just another corner bar.

I was nursing a beer when I heard a deep, somewhat familiar voice say, “Hey, are you drinking or just killing time”?  I turned to my right and saw a guy, about 45 years old or so.  He was dressed in a flannel shirt, a pair of old jeans and a battered ski vest .  He smiled instantly – it was a warm, genuine grin, authentic, and it revealed a rather startlingly white set of teeth.

“Killing time”, I said raising my beer.

“Yeah”, he said pointing to the bottle in my left hand, “I sort of figured something like that, you should really get a cold one, warm beer sucks”.

I laughed and he smiled brightly, “See, it’s good, I made you smile, you made me smile, we’re practically best friends now!”

And then before I could do anything he shot out his hand and I immediately noticed the gold band on one of his fingers.  “A married man,” I said not offering my own hand, “Go home to your wife and leave me alone”.  And with that I turned back to my beer.

“Oh hey, come on now, buddy, what makes you think I wanted anything more than some conversation…”

“Dude, you are in a gay bar, talking to a gay man…”

Suddenly his eyes grew wide in mock horror and he exclaimed, “What?  Oh Jesus, I had no idea, I thought this was a sports bar!  Wow, wait till the guys at the VFW hear about this!”

In spite of myself, I smiled again, and then I laughed.  He was adorable in his attempt to amuse me.

I put my hand out and shook his.  It was a firm, no nonsense shake.  His hand was very warm, almost comforting, “Tony Martone, and yes, I am a married man, and yes, I am in a gay bar.”

I nodded my head, told him my name and then said, “Unattached, my former boyfriend is getting married in a few months, he just called me and asked me to be his best man, so, uh, you’ll excuse me if the subject of marriage is not something that I am very fond of right now.”

“Ouch”, he said, “He left your for a woman?”

“Something like that”, I sighed.

“Well then, maybe you can have your revenge through me, yeah!  Tell him you seduced a straight guy…”

“That i met in a gay bar”, I interrupted.

“Oh man”, he said with mock indignation, “don’t get so hung up on technicalities, will ya, fella?”

Once again I laughed, and Tony smiled brightly again and then bought me a beer, we chatted for about an hour until finally he said, “So what are the chances of you and me going out to get a bite to eat?”   His voice was so familiar, sort of deep and nasally, I knew it from somewhere, but I could not put my finger on it.  Nonetheless I nodded my head and we left the bar together.

Two hours later, I found myself in the suburban kitchen of  Tony Martone  We were ripping through a couple of slices of cold pizza and washing them down with a few cans of beer.  All around me, domestic bliss was in evidence: hand painted pictures on the refrigerator, a shopping list stuck to the cork board by the back door, flowery wall paper, a stack of dishes in the sink.  But, I had to admit it, the pizza was delicious.

“OK”, he sais wiping his face with a paper towel, “Here’s the deal.  My wife, she’s a bitch.  She knows I don’t love her, but she won’t give me a divorce.  I have two great kids, two little girls, I idolize them, and the bitch has made it clear, if I walk, I’ll never see my kids again.”

“Why did you marry her in the first place?”, I asked.

“I thought I was in love, and, well, I, didn’t want to admit…”

“That you were gay?” I finished.

“Give that man a cigar!” He said smiling grimly. “What a fucking mess I am in”.

We talked a while longer and then I said, “Tony, you know what, you need , and so do I – you’re family is out of town, we’ve got the place to ourselves, what say we rock and roll, no strings, no guilt, just to guys getting their rocks off.”

His head jerked back for second and  he looked shocked as he said, “Just like that?  I mean, you want to…in my house…you want to…wow”.

And then it hit me – this was something Tony might have only dreamt of, but he never acted on it before, or if had, it had been years.

I pulled my chair over to him quickly and gave him a kiss.  He pulled back for a second, his face all red, and then he lunged towards me and we kissed again, the taste of garlic and beer spicing up the tongue action.

“Come on”, he said excitedly, we can go in the basement, it’s finished, there's a really big sofa down there…”

“Are you sure your mom won’t hear us?” I joked.

“Aw come on man, this is not exactly and every day occurrence for me … It’s just…”

I reached over and grabbed at his crotch and he almost fell out of his chair, but it at least it shut him up.

A minute later we were in the basement.  I gently pulled him over to the sofa and said,  “Whatever you do, please, don’t talk to me about your wife, or your kids, OK?”

He looked over at me, he actually seemed hurt by what I said, I touched his hand, it was big, the skin was rough, one of my fingers landed on his wedding band.  I smiled and said, “ I mean no disrespect to you, but look at this from my point of view for a second – you are married, you have a wife and kids, and that’s great – good for you, but now, right now, you are with me, your choice I might add, and I don’t want to hear about your home life.  I don’t want to be reminded that what were doing is just a little diversion because you might be confused about your sexuality…”

He pulled me close and shut me up by planting a sloppy but enthusiastic kiss on my mouth.  When he pulled back, he said, “I swear, I’ll do and say whatever you want from me”.

I felt my knees go weak for a second.  I had to admit, he was charming in a middle class-slowly-going-to-pot sort of way.  His hair was still thick, but small wisps of gray ran through it.  His eyes were lined with small wrinkles, as was his brow, even his mouth seemed slightly care worn.  And yet, in spite of all of this, or maybe because of it, I found him irresistible.

This time we kissed and embraced, I breathed him in as we did this, he smelled of Old Spice, and I felt my cock stir, and then I started un buttoning his shirt, and made my way to his chest, when I pinched his left nipple he gasped and yanked back and said, “Wow, why did you do that?”  Instead of answering him, I did it again, and again he gasped, but this time he said, “Oh fuck, that is intense!”  His face lit up like a Christmas tree – his smile blinding, as he said, “Finally, some action!”  And with that we were off to the races…

…like a man who has been starving and is now facing a buffet table, Tony was all over me.  His mouth and tongue at my chest, my hips, my cock, even my toes.  In a matter of minutes I was bathed in his saliva.  While finesse may not have been the name of this game, enthusiasm sure was at the top of the list – I had not been with a guy this sloppy and anxious for it since I was in high-school…and for whatever reason, that made the whole event even more exciting.

When we finally got completely naked, clothes and underwear strewn about the basement floor, our bodies entwined like a pretzel, I finally got a good look at his cock – and it was a beauty, thick, heavily veined and probably loaded with several years full of spunk.  I got myself out of his octopus like arms for a second and made my way to his dick, grabbed it with both hands and shoved the head into my mouth.

“MARY MOTHER OF GOD!!” He exclaimed, his body going rigid.

I paused for a second and then deep throated him, taking every inch, wrapping my lips and tongue all around his newly liberated beast.  I felt his hands come down on the top of my head and hold me firm, I gagged for a second and then relaxed allowing him full entrance – and then he let out another exclamation and shot a load into my mouth that was so intense it ended up drizzling down my chin in spite of the fact that I still had not taken my mouth off of him.  He howled one more time as his body went limp, but his piece stayed solid.

I lifted up my head, and wiped his juice from my lips and said, “Tony? You OK?”

He looked over at me, his face still flushed red and said, “Not sure, it’s been so long since I’ve had an orgasm with another human being…I, wow, I just…Oh man, what about you?  You deserve some fun…”

“The day is young”, I said sitting up,  “Why don’t we clean up and then then come back for round two”.

***

The shower was cramped, but we managed.  We stood facing each other and I put my hands on his shoulders, he  brought his  arms down to my waist and once again smiled at me while a strong spray of warm water splashed over us.  He pulled me close and I felt his cock slam into mine and we kissed again.  When I pulled back,  his eyes had gone all dreamy and he said, “Kid, I don’t know how I am ever going to repay you for this”.  I winked at him and said, “I’ll think of something”.  And then we took turns washing each other.  I paid special attention to his ass, and soaped his crack up and rinsed it out with a ball syringe several times saying “Just want to make sure you are April fresh down there for later…” 

As we were drying off I asked him, “So when was the last time you had sex?”  He paused for a second toweling off his thick mop of hair, his brow furrowed in thought and asked, “With my wife?  Let’s see.  July 17th 1983”.

I nodded my head and then asked, “And with anyone else?”

This time he did not pause, “Some guy gave me a blow job in the men’s room of  Sears, Christmas Eve over at the mall, last year…I was so fucking nervous, I couldn’t even cum”.

The phone rang, and he dashed out in to the hall to answer.

I finished up and surveyed the bathroom.  A cavalcade of women’s cosmetics, shampoos, soaps and conditioners lined a vanity, while on the sink itself was Tony’s stuff: a razor, a bar of Ivory soap, a toothbrush and a comb and brush.  Down the hall I saw another bathroom, it must have been the one his girls used, it was bright and pictures of Disney characters lined the walls. 

Just then I heard his voice raised, I could not make out what he was saying, but he didn’t sound happy.  Suddenly, that easy going, slightly goofy guy had been replaced by an angry sounding man.  I heard him slam down the phone and pretended to be drying my hair as he came back.

“That bitch!” He exclaimed, “She said she was coming home tomorrow night, well now she’s changed her plans and is going to be at her parent’s house  until Sunday!  I had plans on taking the girls to the museum on Saturday afternoon, she knew that!”

I remained silent and put the towel down.

“Look”, I said tentatively, “maybe I should be going…”

“Oh god, no!” He said, his voice going back to normal, “Please, I don’t want you to leave, I thought we were going to hang out …”

I nodded my head, “Sure, Tony, whatever you want”, I said as I put my arms around him again, and slowly began toying with his cock, “anything you want, you’re the boss”.

***

We were back on the huge sofa in the basement, it was a comfortable arrangement, this huge pit style sofa, and this handsome, conflicted middle-aged man in crisis…I could not wait to begin in earnest.

His ass was firm and meaty and I immediately  made my way for it.  He lay on his stomach moaning as I kissed at his cheeks and slowly made my way to the crack.  He smelled of soap, almost overwhelmingly so, and  I decided it was time for a taste; sticking my tongue into his butt he gasped and shifted a bit, then I spread his cheeks and spit on his hole and started fingering him.  His gasps changed into odd groans and sighs, finally he said, “Oh man, I have not been fucked since college…go easy”.  I replied by ramming several fingers into  him and going deeper.  He was as tight as a virgin, but as willing as a slut.  He cried out, “Yeah, god! Oh that hurts so good!”   I continued fingering him until he started shoving his ass up, willing me to go deeper, and then I slowly pulled out and gave his butt a healthy smack.

He turned on to his back, and we kissed again.  And then I pushed his head down to my cock and waited for him to suck me off.  Again, his enthusiasm more than made up for his lack of skill, and I was in heaven while he slurped at my meat…finally I had to stop him as I thought I might shoot my load, and did not want to to that quite yet.

“Lift up your legs, rest them on my shoulders”, I said as I slipped on a condom and greased up my pole with small tube of lube . “Wow, you come prepared”, he said grinning as he lifted up his legs.

I mounted him quickly and despite his cries of pain, he still urged me on, and before I long I was giving Tony the fucking he’d been waiting for.  His ass was so tight that I thought I might get stuck, but after a bit, he relaxed and we started rocking.  I watched his facial expression go from one of anguish to pleasure – he kept reaching for his own cock that was rock hard, and I kept telling him to leave it be, because he needed to save a load up.  Finally, I felt myself build up to climax and threw my head back and yelled out his name while my brain flooded with colors and my body exploded in pleasure.

When I pulled out of him, he was still holding on to his cock and he said, “That was intense…”  I smiled and tossed him a condom and the lube and said, “Now it’s your turn, Fuck me hard, daddy.”

His face was a-blaze now, ruddy, his grin magnificent, he looked like he was about to do something he’d only dreamed of, as he slipped his thick dick into my aching hole.  “Yeah”, he said, “You called me, Daddy, and Daddy is going to fuck you raw!”    I pulled him closer by his arms and whispered, “You’re the boss”, and he smirked, and said, “And don’t you forget that…” and then he laughed at the seemingly ludicrous exchange, but I could tell he was turned on by the word play.

Once he was in me to the hilt, he held his place and stared at me.  And then he breathed in deep and leaned forward, planting a rough kiss on my lips…and then he started fucking me righteously. 

For the next twenty minutes, Tony jack hammered me, letting years of pent up frustration out.  I kept egging him on, calling him daddy (which he really seemed to like), and telling him to “pound me”.   Soon his body was covered in sweat and his thick head of hair was plastered to his scalp, I reached out and gave both of his tits a mean tweak, and he growled in pleasure, and then I did it again, harder, and he leaned forward and slammed him self into me harder, causing me to gasp…  I reached up and started pulling him foreword by his hair and he yelled out, “Oh you dirty little bitch! You want it harder?”  I yelled back in the affirmative and watched as he became a blur, a series of rhythmic pounces, that brought him closer to the edge.  Meanwhile, my own cock was getting stiff again, and I started stroking it while the married man manically had his way with me.   Suddenly, he paused, threw his head back and cried out, “YES!”  And I watched as his body shook in orgasm, as his breath escaped him, as his entire being tensed to the point where veins popped out in his neck, arms and chest until finally he breathed in and fell onto me…and just then, just as he was about to kiss me again, we heard a voice, a woman’s voice, call out from upstairs, “Tony?  Anyone home? Hello?”

TO BE CONTINUED…

The Brotherhood of Man II

1-All About Steve

Once Mike and I were away from the mass of bodies, we crashed onto an old sofa to catch our breath.

“Best fuck I had in awhile”, he said to me. “and that ass of yours is fucking tight!”

I smiled and said, “Yeah, your hole is pretty tight as well”. We smiled at each other and casually draped arms around each other’s shoulders. We waited for the energy to make our way to the shower to wash off the sweat and cum that we were both covered in. In front of us, the bed was now filled, a mass of muscular flesh in various positions; like a surrealist painting come to life.

Suddenly, the skinny dude from earlier, Steve, was standing at our side. He was smiling shyly and stroking his impressive cock. Besides the white high tops on his feet, he was starkers.

“What’s up, torpedo-boy?” Mike asked as he lazily reached for the young man’s weapon.

“Well, I was kind of hoping that one of you might help me get off…that is if you’re not tired out from earlier”, He smiled shyly again, and blushed.

“Awright”, I said getting up from the sofa and motioning for the young stud to have a seat, “Mike, he’s all yours, I gotta hit the showers.” Mike high-fived me and then then sat up and quickly pulled Steve to the chair, “Why don’t you lick the sweat off my chest, first” he said in his gravely voice… and as I strolled away, my shorts back on, I watched as Steve began slurping up the perspiration on my buddy’s hairy chest. I smiled to myself and looked around the room once more…all of these horny guys – the sexual energy was downright palatable.

2-Getting Wet with the Varsity Guy

The showers were in the front of the building, just off the entrance. As I passed the main room of the club, I noted that the place was getting very crowded. Disco music was blaring from the main room where the bars were set up. In the past, the main room was used for sex, these days it was just what I called the “S & M” room, for Standing and Modeling…this is where guys stood in various stages of undress hoping to pique someone else’s interest.

As I rounded the corner to the showers, I caught sight of a tall, broad shouldered man with a thick crop of curly hair. He was wearing a wrestling singlet, and his back was to me. For a split second, I thought that I was seeing Chris. That, of course, was not the fact. The guy here was a bit taller, a tad thicker. As I passed him, I noted a young man on his knees giving the jock head. The wrestler caught my eye and smiled and said, “Want some?” as he motioned to the young kid sucking his cock.

“Nah, “ Just got my rocks off and need to shower.

He pushed the kid’s head from his cock and said, “Want some company? I am pretty sweaty myself, went a few rounds with your boyfriend earlier.”

“Rick?” I asked, watching as he tucked his still hard cock back into his tights.

“Yeah, he’s pretty tough, gave me a beating, if you want to know the truth.”

“What else did he get?” I asked.

“Nothing! That’s why I was getting sucked off, but, “ He looked to see if his cock sucker was still around, he was not, “the little guy was all teeth, no style … what is it with these young fags today? Didn’t anyone teach them the fine arts?”

I laughed out loud and nodded my head.

“So”, he said, as he grabbed a gym bag from the floor, “You and Rick, are you guys exclusive?”

“We are a couple, but we fool around – safe sex only, and we don’t keep secrets”.

“That’s healthy”, he said. “so, if you and I were to hook up, it would be cool?”

“It would, but like I said, I already got off, and I need to shower.”

“Oh hey, no pressure, guy, just want to know the rules”. He smiled and put his arm around me, he smelled of sweat and cologne and up close, he was pretty handsome. “My name is Eric". And with that we shook hands, stripped down and made our way to an empty stall.

The hot water felt good, and when Eric got behind me and started washing my hair, I smiled. It was pure bliss. I returned the favor, and found myself getting hard as my fingers made their way through his thick, wet hair. Figuring that all was fair in love and showers, I rubbed my hard cock on his ass and he said, “Beat up by the boyfriend and fucked by you, what a night!” I gave his ass a smack and he turned and smiled…we continued washing each other off and then used warm water douches on each other’s ass, “Now we’re spring time fresh”, Eric said laughing.

After we toweled off, I reached for my shorts and Eric said, “Wait, put these on instead”, and he reached into his gym bag and handed me a black singlet, “That was mine when I wrestled Varsity”, he said. The fit was snug but comfortable. Eric put on a dark blue singlet and said, “Let’s go to the sex wrestling room, maybe get into some tag team action with that boy friend of yours.

Making our way down the hall, we passed a boisterous group of men, all of them balding, slightly going to pot, but still sexy. “Married men”, Eric sighed, “All bravado and tough talk, and the easiest fuck you’ll ever find”. Once more I laughed out loud, and turned and looked at Eric and asked, “So really, after you and Rick wrestled, you guys did not fuck?”

“Scout’s honor, and I was ready to give it up … and he was sporting some major wood!”

I smiled and nodded my head, “Yeah, he’s got one hell of a cock”.

We stopped at the bar, and had a couple of sodas and then made our way to the gym.

3 – Sex Wrestling

Sex wrestling was held in a large room with a make-shirt ring, and a bunch of mats on the floors. Surrounding the ring and mats, were chairs, cots, and, of course, a large table with boxes of lube and condoms. The wall’s were festooned with graffiti, and on the wall furthest from the doorway was a collection of leather belts, boxing gloves, and sex toys. As soon as you entered the room the rules were posted in large block lettering:

If you don’t want to wrestle, you must leave this room now!

If you wrestle and lose, you must submit to the victor’s will If you refuse, you will lose all club privileges

You might get gang banged if you lose, you might get hurt, and you might get humiliated – if you are man enough to face this, welcome to THE GYM!

In the ring were two half naked dudes locked in a power struggle, one of them was being choked and forced to submit. Eric seemed to like what he was seeing and made his way closer to the ring.

I scanned the room and then I saw Rick, sitting on a chair, while some guy was sucking his cock. His head was thrown back, his thick red hair askew, his muscular body covered in sweat, the beard he had just recently started sporting made him look older, more mature, more dangerous. I made my way over to them and placed my foot gently on the cock sucker’s back and said to him, “Take care of him, buddy, or he’ll fuck you up.” Rick looked up and smiled and reached for me, he pulled me to him and we kissed long and hard until Rick dismissed his latest conquest and stood up, his prick at full alert, his white tights pulled down, “Had two matches, beat ‘em both”, he said smiling cockily, “ I grabbed his thick cock and smiled back, “Yeah, you’ve become one tough fucker”. He pulled me to him and said, “I learned from the best”.

“So I met, Eric,” I said motioning to the hunky dude, “How come you didn’t take a victory lap after you beat him?”

“Savin’ it up”, he said.

I nodded and then told him that Mike 1 and I had fucked. He grabbed his cock and said, “Now that I would have loved to see”.

I turned when I heard voices raised and cheering, the loser of the last bout was getting fucked in the ring, a group of horny fans stood cheering as the victor screwed the ass of his fallen opponent. I watched and felt the energy go up a notch in the room. Funny, how many gay guys really got off on the trappings of pro-style wrestling. There was a time I thought that me and my buddies were the only ones; I thought of Chris for a second, he would love this scene…

“I challenge you, fucker!” I turned and saw Mike 2, his face red with anger, His hair was longer than I remembered it, and he had a beard now, “You fucked Mike! No body gets that ass but me! And you are gonna’ pay, I am going to beat your ass in front of everyone, hell, I’ll even take on that muscle-head cocksucker boyfriend of yours…”

I shut him up by pushing pushing him back, hands landing on his firm chest, saying, “Take it to the ring, boy! Hope you are ready for a beating!” I tried not to laugh at the ridiculous bravado, but it was all part of the scene. The fact was, Mike 2 was really pissed off – I had no idea that he felt this way about Mike 1, I always figured them for fuck buddies only.

I turned to Rick and said, “Did you hear this punk? What say we hurt him?” Rick pulled his tights back up, tucked his hard cock in adjusted it and motioned with his head to the ring. I loosened the top part of my wrestling suit, and folded it back, revealing my chest and then saw that my cock was rock hard and showing through the worn fabric…I was ready to hurt somebody.

4- Battle

The three of us were going to engage in something called a Bermuda Triangle Match. Technically three guys go in, one comes out. But in our case it was going to be a two on one squash. Rules, and I use that term loosely, because sex wrestling at the club really had no rules, was that each guy could have two other men he could tag in at any time. That put Rick and I at a major advantage over Mike 2. We made our choices quick, Rick had Jon and Eric as his tag ins, while I picked Karl and Elliot. My choices were simple, Karl might have been an older guy, but he was devious, strong and quick; Elliot was my brute force, the kid could kick ass like nobody’s business. I sort of wished that Don was here tonight, he would have been my first choice as he had the attributes of both of my partners, nonetheless, sides were picked. Mike 2 Picked a couple of guys I did not know that well, Jess was a blond slab of meat who was as handsome as a model and rumored to be one tough bastard, and Ray Ray, was the hot little Asian Hispanic mix with thick black hair, a bad temper and a cock the size of Detroit. Meanwhile, our opponent himself, while pretty muscular and tough as nails, was not much of a wrestler. I’d seen him in action, he could brawl, but he had no real moves, you just had to wear him out. Also, I’d already figured what I was going to do to him when we were through. Mike 2 was one of those exclusive tops, the guy reportedly never gave it up to anyone…tonight that would change, I hope the punk relished loosing his cherry, as much as I was going to enjoy taking it from him.

We jumped into the ring to a smattering of applause from the other horny dudes, someone yelled out, “SHOW YOUR COCKS!”, instead Rick and I did our best muscle pose, feeling like fools, but the whistles and calls from the other men seemed to be positive. When we stood back up, our tag partners were at the lip of each far end of the ring, Karl and Elliot were already packing, the both of them sporting major hardons, While Jon and Eric, were slapping Rick on the back and giving him encouragement. It was all so fucking hot – having these strong, handsome, sexy studs in your corner – sexual, yes, but comforting knowing they had our backs.

Mike 2 charged into the ring under the bottom rope. He was wearing skin tight blue tights and had a leather belt around his fist. Behind him, Jess and Ray Ray stood, stoic , both of them in black tights giving Rick and I the evil eye, Elliot called out to them, “You guys ready to get your asses fucked?”

**

Rick stood back while Mike and I circled each other in the ring, every now and then one of us would shoot foreword and then pull back – fake outs- until finally, I went in we locked up. Instantly I was able to push him back into my corner, and just as instantly, the first cheap shot of the match came when Karl reached out and under and gave Mike’s balls a quick grab from behind. He dropped to his knees, and I used that moment smash him , face first, into the mat. He howled out in pain and I felt my cock grow harder…I reached down again, and picked him up by his hair, I could hear Ray Ray shouting out to him, encouraging him. I smirked and put him in a side headlock making sure that I kept the pressure to his head firm. He struggled and managed to punch me in the leg a few times…I let go of him, and watched as he fell to the mat again, I charged him, and grabbed at his arms, pulling them back behind me, while my left leg pushed into his back – he let go with a deafening roar of pain and I felt my sadistic side rise.

I got him in a camel clutch, using his chin to pull him, sitting on the small of his back , and Rick casually strolled over and gave him an open handed slap across the face and yelled, “Like it, pussy?” Another roar from the crowd, and more yelling from Ray Ray…I let go of Mike, and let Rick take over. He fell on top of Mike and started slamming his hips up and down, dry humping our opponent. “Can you feel my cock, jerk off?” He taunted, “gonna stretch out your pussy tonight!”, and then Rick let go of him and jumped up, and then fell onto him with his fist, driving it into the small of Mike’s back. Just then, Eric yelled out, “Bring him over!” And Rick yanked the punk from the floor and bull whipped him to the side ropes, and instantly, Jon and Eric grabbed hold of him, restraining him against the back turnbuckle. Rick and I charged over and laid in a few gut punches to the flat stomach of our foe, and then I stood in front of him, and rubbed my hard crotch in to his face. Some one in the crowd yelled out, “Fuck his face!” Instead, I punched him and when Jon and Eric let him go, he fell to the mat again.

“Get up!” I yelled to him, “Get the fuck up, you punk!” I was getting tired of this, where was his fight?

Finally, he did get up, and out of the clear blue he rammed me like a bull and I fell into the center ropes and was immediately grabbed by Jess and Ray Ray. Engulfed by muscular arms, Mike started punching me in the chest, the pain was both overwhelming and exciting. I’d danced this dance before, I’d been on the receiving end of plenty of beatings, I knew I could take it.

Then Mike tagged in Ray Ray, and the tough stud yanked me hard from the center ropes and onto the mat, we rolled around, Ray Ray was slippery and a dirty fighter, he kept grabbing at my nuts and trying to choke me, finally, he flipped me over and got me into a camel clutch, like I’d done to Mike earlier, “Like it, faggot?!” he yelled in my ear, “let’s see how you like it!” Now he shifted his hold and turned it into a choke, his sinewy arm around my throat, he pulled me down further on the mat. I could feel his cock, his huge fucking cock, pressing up against me as he tightened the choke around my neck. I tried to maneuver him off me, but the tough little bastard was implacable, for a split second I was sure this guy was going to best me, until I heard a familiar cry go up, the sound of Elliot charging our way with his war whoop, the same sound he made when shooting a load…in an instant Ray Ray was yanked from my body and I caught site of Elliot, his body already covered in sweat, his muscles in high relief. lifting the guy up into the air and dropping him onto the mat, and then bringing one of his work boots down on the guy’s gut. I jumped up to my feet, and joined him, smashing my feet into him, “Yeah Daddy,” Elliot howled, “time to smash this bitch!” Now Rick joined in, and managed to get a stomp on to Ray Ray’s thigh. But this kid was a tough fucker, and quick. In spite of what we were doing to him he rolled away quickly and got to his feet and smirked at the three of us. I instantly liked this fucker in spite of everything and even though I was going to hurt him, I had other plans for later … I charged Ray Ray and got my arms around his waist, putting him in a bear hug. He threw his head back and let go with a litany of curses. I could feel the humongous cock of his, now pressing up against my stomach as I carried him around the ring and continued squeezing the air out of him. Just as I was about drop him, I felt a savage pound to my back, I fell forward, releasing Ray Ray, who pulled away, and an instant later, I was being pummeled by the blond Adonis, Jess.

He threw another punch and it connected with my jaw, I saw stars, and then we fell into each other and started wrestling around on the mat. He met every move and was impossibly fast and strong. Once again, I was both aroused and pissed off. I managed to get a leg up, and reverse him and put him in a figure four leg lock. Suddenly his handsome face went from stoic to a look of shock and pain, I arched my back and let the hold do its stuff, reveling in his guttural cries of pain.

While he struggled against me, I watched as Karl, hopped into the ring and made a mad dive onto Jess, and immediately, he grabbed the guy’s crotch and started mauling it. He laughed crazily and yelled out, “Oh yeah, this is what happens when you play with the big boys, son!”

I broke the hold and rolled over and said to Karl, “Fuck him up, man.” and Karl proceeded to teach the handsome young buck a thing or two about dirty fighting. Karl, yanked him up by his hair, but kept his other hand on Jess’s crotch and proceeded to shove him around the ring while cat calls and cheers went up from the crowd – the energy was reaching an apex, anything could happen. Then I realized that the guy who started this was still outside the ring. I looked around and saw Jon pacing the outside of the ring and then ran to him, pointed out, Mike and said, “Come on, man, let’s finish him off”.

Meanwhile, Rick and Eric were double teaming Ray Ray, while Karl and Elliot were beating the tar out of Jess.

Jon and I made our way to the outside of the ring, and managed to throw Mike back in. He tried to fight back, throwing a couple of punches, but we were too fast for him, and as soon as Jon could, he restrained the fucker by pinning his arms behind his back, I stood in front of him and gave him a sharp chop to his throat, he gagged and bucked, but Jon held him tight. I reached for his chest then and gave his tits a major tweak, Jon laughed and then I said, “Alright buddy, show him what you got”.

And with that, we each took an arm and threw him deeper into the ring, and then Jon wrestled the bastard down quickly, and wrapped his legs around Mike. Mike tried to resist, but Jon’s muscular limbs were like cobras, and when he got him right were he wanted him, he pushed Mike’s head down on his crotch and rubbed his face into his bulge. It was some excellent humiliation, but still, I wanted Mike to suffer more, the fucker deserved it.

Scooping him up by his trunks from Jon’s crotch, I exposed Mike’ sweet ass, it was definitely some primo bubble butt, and I could not wait to get some of it. When I got him to his feet, he surprised me by throwing a pretty decent punch that connected with my upper chest. I smiled and put my own fists up, and for the next few seconds we went back and forth at each other exchanging blows. I had to admit, that since he had that belt still wrapped around his right fist, his punches had some extra power to them. At this point, Karl and Ray Ray were on either side of us, just waiting for a chance to join in the fun. Ray Ray’s crotch was obscenely tenting now, and I have to admit it was something of a distraction…now I saw Jon, and then Jess and Erick, as well a Elliot and Rick surrounding the two us while we continued throwing punches. It was hot watching my five some eye Mike’s partner’s just waiting for a chance to turn this into a battle royal.

Mike then threw a sucker a punch my way, and I fell back – right into Jess, who grabbed my arms and held me. Instantly, Mike and Ray Ray were using me for a punching bag, a couple of times, I felt Ray Ray’s boot in my gut – I could hear Jess laughing while the other two beat me. It did not last long as my guys jumped in and the brawl started in earnest. Elliot did some major damage to Jess and actually picked him up and threw him down on the mat in a slam that made the whole ring vibrate…meanwhile Rick and Jon double teamed Ray Ray, they got him down on the mat and mercilessly began clawing at his massive crotch – and then I was facing Mike, he was being restrained by Eric and Karl. The guys held him by his outstretched arms, and I used the advantage to land my boot covered foot directly in his gut. Once he fell to the mat again, I wasted no time in pinning him, and then I shouted out to him, “Give?!” He screamed at the top of lungs, “YES! I GIVE!” It was music to my ears. And then, Rick and I stood in the center of the mayhem and raised our hands in victory. The crowd was going crazy now, and the best was yet to come.

5- The Victory Lap

It didn’t take much to get Mike 2 just where I wanted him. He was dragged to the corner of the ring, his back to me, his face to the crowd in the gym. Karl and Elliot used hand cuffs to secure him to the ropes, and reinforced them with duct tape so he could not move. Jon and Erick, spread his legs and tied them to the outer sub- posts with rope.

The guys were all primed and ready, I told Jess and Ray Ray, that they had a choice, either they could could join their team captain or they could take part in his punishment, both of them eagerly agreed to the later. Then I asked Rick to keep things going for a few minutes, I had something to do.

I jumped out of the ring amidst cheers and slaps to the back and high fives. Already, I could see that a lot of the other guys were in sex mode, cocks were being sucked, men were jerking off, and over in a corner, near the far end of the ring, I saw some guy taunting another guy, the both of them in boots and tights. The guy sitting down, was pushing his pal’s face into his crotch, every once in a while he’d pull the other guy’s head back and slap it, and then push it back down on his crotch. The top guy caught my gaze and gave me a thumbs up… I continued out of the gym, down the hall, and found Mike 1 and some guy fooling around in one of the shower stalls, “Hey Mike, I yelled”, he looked up and smiled and then said, “What the fuck happened to you?” I turned and saw in the mirror that besides being plastered in sweat, my lip was swollen and I had couple of huge bruises starting to show on my chest…I turned back to him and said, “Just beat the fuck out of you boyfriend”. He laughed out loud and shook his head, “I kept telling him that this temper was going to bite him in the ass”, and then he patted the naked guy he was with on the ass and dismissed him and joined me as we made our way back to the gym.

Slipping back into his shorts he asked,“So what do you want me to do?”

“I want you to show him who the boss is”. I said, “Time to give a little”. Mike’s face twisted into a devilish smirk and he shook his head and said, “You sick, fucker, I like how you think”.

**

He struggled against his restraints, he cursed and spat and made threats. His voice was cracking as he shouted. Karl told him to shut up or he’d gag him.

Mike 2 was surrounded on all sides by a group of horny guys with only one thought in mind…and then, Mike 1 sauntered over, his cock hard, thick and upright. He jumped up to the lip of the rope, shoved his cock in his buddy’s face and said, “You little bitch, I’ve been waiting for this”, and then he cock whipped his buddy’s face with his member while a cheer went up and from the crowd.

I reached out and tore Mike 2’s tights exposing his sweet ass, and semi-hard rod; more cheers. Then Karl took his place and with out any fanfare, he began beating on his butt with a thick wooden paddle, the kind of thing you’d see on the wall of a frat house. He must have given him six or seven brutal slaps with the board and when he was through, Mike’s ass was red. Jon stepped up next, his black tights swelling with excitement. The little stud slathered some lube on to his left hand and started shoving his fingers into Mike’s ass. Immediately,he cried out in pain, louder than he had when being paddled, Jon smiled, his bicep bulging in his arm as he continued spreading the bastard’s tight hole, getting it ready for what was to come.

I pulled Ray Ray aside now. His thick black hair was swept back, held down by sweat. He looked at me as I talked to him, his handsome face made all the more sexy by the purple bruise under his left eye, someone gave him a shiner during the festivities and I am sure this tough stud would wear that with pride. It seemed weird, but I shook his hand and he accepted it. Then I said, “So, why don’t you go in first? I hear that your packing some major equipment, might as well break the bitch in but good.”

Ray Ray reached into his tights and yanked out his cock. My mouth dropped when I saw the obscenely proportioned organ – it was as thick as a beer can, and long enough to do some damage.

“I like it when I make them cry”, he said with out a hint of irony, as he stroked his rod.

He turned from me and called Mike 1 over, for a second the two young bucks stood toe to toe and then I heard Ray Ray say, “Let’s give that pussy what he deserves”. Mike smiled, his thick five o clock shadow looking more like a beard now, and then he and Ray Ray made their way over to Mike 2.

They undid Mike 2’s ropes and cuffs, cut him free, he fell onto the mat until Mike lifted him up by his hair, “What are you doing?” Mike 2 asked, his voice cracking, Mike 1 turned his head for a second and looked out at the group of men watching, he lifted his right arm and made a fist and a roar went up. Then he punched his buddy in the face while still holding onto his head by the hair. Ray Ray laughed out loud as he made his way behind the beaten punk. He wasted no time as he put a condom on his huge dick, and then slathered the weapon with lube. Looking over to me he winked and said, cockily, “Watch this”. And with that, he rammed his piece up Mike’s virgin ass. This was followed by an ungodly scream of pain, that was followed by an equally ungodly roar of approval from the dudes surrounding the ring .

I watched in rapt attention. Ray Ray’s body was a-gleam with sweat, his compact frame bulging with muscle as he plowed his victim…he said something loudly in Spanish as he pulled Mike in closer by yanking him back by the shoulders. Meanwhile, Mike 2’s face was a mask of pain, tears fell from his eyes, his mouth hung open in a silent scream as saliva dripped forth. And while he was probably unaware of it, Mike 1’s cock was pointed at his mouth, a long rope of pre-cum hanging off of it…I could not take my eyes off the scene, and was slowly stroking my cock which was so ready to burst it actually hurt. Rick was at my side, his own stalk solid, his breath as frenzied as mine, he grabbed for my piece and held it tight and said softly in the direction of the action, “Yeah, hurt that maggot!”

I breathed in deep, the smell of sweat was strong, overwhelming like an expensive cologne…Rick was rubbing his cock against my ass now, his breath hot on my neck as I watched the dark haired man doing his dance-like sexual assault on the victim … out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Karl had his cock deep inside of Jess while Erick and Jon were taking turn’s at that blond guy’s mouth … all around me the gym was awash in sexual activity, impromptu fucking on the mats, cocks whipped out while eyes watched the goings on in the ring, men sucking or getting sucked off.

Finally, Rick and I made our way to Ray Ray’s side. I reached around him and started tweaking his nipples, loving the feel of his thick chest, and his ass as it slammed back into my crotch while he fucked. He smelled of musk, it was an incredibly erotic sensation. I could hear him cursing under his breath in Spanish, he turned his head and said “Kiss me papi”, we locked lips and he gave me his tongue and made a loud moaning sound. When I pulled back, I could see Rick and Mike 1 kissing each other, both of them taking turns face fucking Mike 2’s mouth.

“OK, I broke him in for you”, Ray Ray said, pulling back

The tough stud gave Mike’s ass a hard slap and then pointed at it as I slipped on a Trojan and lubed up. I switched spots with Ray Ray, and grabbed on to Mike 2’s thighs, pulling him into me and my cock – I slipped in easily and was amazed at how hot and tight the fucker’s hole actually was.

He let out another yell and I threw my head back relishing the rush of pleasure that coursed through my body. I felt familiar hands caressing my own torso; Rick was at my side, his body covered in sweat, his muscles bulging, his cock standing straight up…He reached out and pulled at my hair and yanked my head back. We kissed violently and it was good. I rammed Mike harder than before and heard him groan in pain, he could not say anything because now Karl was fucking his face – his body also in high relief due to the perspiration that covered it. Around me, the gym was alive. Dozens of men were gathered, most fucking or sucking someone else…I looked ahead and caught a glimpse of the older guy from earlier in the night, he had one of his muscular arms around Steve’s head, pushing the kid into his left pec…all the while, his steely gaze met mine, his face a cruel smile…other faces now, all becoming a blur as I went in deeper, using the guy who had challenged me earlier as nothing more than a prop to bust my nut… Rick was jerking off at my side and he shot his load and let out a bellow as his sticky sweet juice shot all over Mike 2’s back … Elliot was shoving his cock up Jess’s ass, lifting him up off the floor as he did so…Jon and Eric were jerking each other off…Karl was kissing Mike 1 while they both took turns fucking Mike 2’s mouth…the older guy now had Steve hunched over and was fucking him, I could hear Steve’s screams of pain above the din, and then I felt Ray Ray put his arms around me, his cock banging up against my ass, and with that I shot my own load and surrendered to the waves of pleasure that engulfed me, the room went gray, sounds become muffled for a second as I transcended everything and everyone as my orgasm screeched through my body, I pulled Mike 2 roughly by his hair and howled in both triumph and pleasure…and then, slowly, I came back to earth.

As I stumbled back to a corner of the ring I watched as Mike 2 was released from his bonds, and laid on the mat, and one by one, the others took turns at his ass. Karl fucked him fast and furious, Jon flipped him over and rode his ass, Eric took his singlet off, and tied it around Mike’s throat gagging him, and then fucked his mouth, cum and spit ran down the punks' face – finally Ray Ray got back into the action. He banged him roughly and when he came, he pulled out and shot a magnificent load all over him…

Once more I looked around the gym at this strange brotherhood, these handsome faces, these sexual outlaws, this brotherhood of man that I belonged to…finally Rick at my side, I made my way out of the ring and was soon joined by others as we headed for the showers…

END OF PART II

The Brotherhood of Man

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 on 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

Tough Guy

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Fantastic Foursome

1 Morning Ritual:

I woke up to the view of Jon's crotch bulging, making his tight white underwear tent.

No words.

I reach out for him and give his package a squeeze and hear him moan in pleasure. Rick is next to me, splayed out on the king sized bed the three of us are sharing. He reaches over and swiftly brings his hand under the waistband of my briefs. He grabs my cock and holds it tightly, and then slowly, starts to milk it.

Now, I groan.

Still no words.

The three of us arrange our selves quickly, underwear discarded and thrown to the floor, legs resting on legs, right hands busy wanking our cocks.

I turn to the left and look at Rick. His hair askew, his face already flushed. Then I turn to the right and glance at Jon. His left hand is up to his chest so that he can pinch his nipples, his eyes wide ... he looks at me and then down at my cock.

They squeeze in closer to me, and continue jerking off.

The only sound is our chorus of rushed breathing.

Jon arches his back first and let's out a sigh as he sprays his chest with a large glop of his cum.

Just then, Rick gasps and draws in a sharp breath, some of his seed lands on my arm.

I am last, my head falls back into the pillow and I hear my neck crack as I have my orgasm and feel my scum shoot up on me, some of it lands on my chin and I chuckle.

The three of us are now covered in goo, catching our breath. All of us still holding on to our now deflating cocks.

Then we rise and gingerly get up off the bed and head to the showers.

2 Karl's Coming:

It's a beautiful late summer morning. We had picked Jon up at the airport last night. He had just flown in from London. He had called us earlier in the week and asked if we could fetch him as his partner, Karl, was going to be away until Saturday morning. So we obliged, and it was just like old times, the three of us in one bed, the three of us sharing sexual favors, the three of us sleeping soundly together, and, the three of us waking up together and ringing in the new day with a morning jack off session.

As I stepped out of the shower, I heard the phone ringing in the hall, "Somebody get that!" I yelled out, but the phone kept ringing. Sighing, I grabbed a towel and padded over to the phone.

The deep, but playful voice on the other end answered and said, "Hey, is my little fucker home?"

I laughed and said, "Yeah, Karl, we get him all primed and ready for you!".

He laughed and said, "I bet you did...OK, I'm about an hour away."

"How about if you have breakfast with us?" I asked.

"Sounds like a plan", he said and then he hung up.

Karl was this really interesting guy. He was fifty years old, but in such great shape, he could pass for thirty. His body was tight, compact, and muscular with out being overdone. Jon had met him at the private club a few months ago, and the guys bonded and found themselves involved in a long-distance love affair...of course it was an affair that offered fringe benefits to both parties.

Karl was a very wealthy man and he treated Jon like a king; paying for his flat in London, flying him back and forth, giving him expensive gifts. I also knew that he could, and did, satisfy whatever urges he had. He was something of a sexual libertine. He was proud of the fact that he'd dodged the AIDS bullet (it being 1992 and all) that many men in his age group (as well as mine) had been hit with - and he was also proud of the fact that he looked twenty years younger than his actual age. He was a powerful advocate for safer sex, and had given a lot of money to AIDS research and activist groups. With all of that said, he had the sex drive of a horny nineteen year old, and was especially fond of group scenes ... so I pretty much knew what the day would entail.

After I had dried off, I made my way to the bedroom and dressed and then headed downstairs and could not find hide nor hair of Jon or Rick. Then I heard some noise coming from the basement ... I dashed down to the makeshift playroom that Rick and I had set up a few years earlier and, sheesh, talk about sexual libertines ... there were my two boys (well, I guess I really could not call them "boys" any longer as they both were now in their mid 20's, but still) sporting hardons while the wrestled nude on a mat.

I watched them for a few minutes and then, in spite of the stirring in my lions, went back upstairs, I loved knowing that they still played together - they both deserved whatever indiscretions they could find, Christ knows, I had mine.

3 Groped:

The small TV in our kitchen played out the latest drama on CNN. Once more I found myself half optimistic and half pessimistic about the direction my nation was heading. After a few minutes of watching, I switched off the set, and turned the radio on instead. Instantly music filled the sun dappled kitchen. I glanced out the window over the sink and saw that the old oak tree that stood dead center in the yard was teaming with life this morning. Squirrels and birds seemingly converged at the base of it going about their business.

Just then I felt a pair of arms around my waist and heard Rick's voice, "Penny for you thoughts".

He was sweaty and his breath was rushed. I turned and looked at his naked body, his cock standing straight up like an exclamation point and took him in my arms and gave him a deep kiss. He met the kiss with enthusiasm and that made me really excited. We'd been together for several years now, and it was nice to know that the fire was still there on both ends.

"So did you guys have fun?"

"Ah, Jon's still a punk, I can't believe he wrestled in high school, he's an easy pin. I wanted to fuck his ass, but since his boyfriend is coming over, I thought I'd just wait".

"I can hear you!" Jon yelled from upstairs.

"Come suck my dick!" Rick yelled back mockingly.

"All right, you mugs, knock it off." I said loud enough, "Karl's on his way; you", I said to Rick, "go put some clothes on then help me with breakfast."

Rick turned and gave his tight little ass a shake and said, "Yes, sir!" and then dashed up the stairs.

A few minutes later the door bell rang and there was Karl. He looked resplendent in a white polo shirt and a snug, but not obscenely so, pair of jeans. I saw that he was driving a black BMW. I smiled and put my hand out to shake, and then realized who I was dealing with ... Karl's hand went out also, and reached for my crotch. He gave my balls a light squeeze, and then pulled me close and planted a big wet kiss on my lips.

"Daddy's home!" he said smirking.

"Indeed", I replied and showed him in.

4 Spartan Breakfast:

The four of us had a Spartan breakfast of juice, coffee and toast in the kitchen. Actually it was Karl's idea that we forgo a big breakfast as we "might" build up our appetite later.

As we were finishing up, Karl put his arm around Jon and whispered something in his ear. And then the randy guy got on his knees and started fiddling with his boyfriend's zipper, "Nothing better than a quick blow job after a meal," Karl said matter of factly.

Believe it or not I was I bit shocked, but When in Rome ... the next thing I knew Rick was between my legs slurping on my aching member.

"The trick is..." Karl said as he held Jon's head down on his cock, "not to come, just get the juices flowing".

I nodded but thought if Rick kept up the pace, I'd be shooting my load in no time. And just then, he took his mouth off my cock and said, "Yeah, but what about us?"

Karl winked at me and then we switched places, our partners seated, while we went down on them. A few minutes later, Karl was at my side and said, "Mind if I taste some of that fire crotch?"

Now I was sucking Jon's stalk, while Karl was going at Rick's, and for a few minutes the only sound in the kitchen was the moaning of those getting sucked off, and the radio playing an ad for a department store's going out of business sale.

5 Body Rock:Twenty minutes later, the four of us were downstairs in the playroom, naked, covered in sweat and taking turns at each other ... at one point, Karl is sitting on my chest, his cock jutting forth dripping seed onto me. I reach up and begin to fondle his nipples and he closes his eyes and sighs, then I feel my cock being swallowed, it's Jon, he's sucking me off. I turn my head and can see Rick splayed out finger fucking Jon's ass. I close my eyes for a second and then feel Karl's cock pressed up against my lips. I open up and let him fuck my face. I can smell his cologne, he must have put a dab on his pubic hair, and I breath in deep through my nose while his member begins sliding in and out. Several minutes later, he pulls out and rolls off of me. Jon is still blowing me - but now I have Rick on my right and Karl on my left and both of them are gnawing on my tits, lightly biting and licking the sensitive nubs, and they are driving me crazy...I began to groan rather loudly and then Rick bites down hard on my right tit and sends a razor sharp bolt of pain through my body that only makes the pleasure more intense...

...Then, Karl is kissing me. It's a deep, wet, urgent kiss. His hands are all over me. Meanwhile Jon and Rick are at our sides, he pauses for a second and glances over at Rick and Jon, "Take care of us," and with that, we are making out again, but now it's accented by the hungry mouths and slippery tongues of our partners sucking on our cocks. While I kiss him my hands begin to traverse his torso, his body is so sweaty that he feels like he's oiled up. I pull him even closer and then give his left nipple a tug and he returns the favor...


... I want to scream now, as I am being sexually tormented with no chance of release; I am flat on my back, Karl's arm pit smashed into my face, his taunts to , "Lick it all up" are met by me, his sweat is like a narcotic, and it's salty taste is wonderful. Every now and again, he savagely pulls at one of my nipples and he laughs when I squirm. Jon and Rick are busy working on my aching hole, fingering me, licking me, rubbing their cock heads on it, I want to stroke my cock, but I cant. Karl is laying on my right arm, while Rick is holding my left down...I want one of them to fuck me, I don't want this to end...

...I am not sure how, but I manage to throw them all off of me. I grab Rick by the hair push him down onto his belly, I mount him with only my sweat and a quick spit of saliva for lube. He yells out in pain as I ram my dick into his tight hole; "Jesus Fucking Christ", he cries out as I go all the way in...I slap his ass and he pushes back and meets my thrusting. Suddenly I hear more cursing, I turn to the right and find Karl has Jon on his back and is fucking him missionary style. We glance at each other and he winks at me, he is close enough that he reaches out and puts his hand on my shoulder . I want to kiss him, to lean into him and taste his mouth, but I don't want to stop fucking Rick for even a second. This goes on for a few minutes until Karl pulls out of his lover and maneuvers himself so that he is behind me. I feel his hands on my ass as he's pushing me into Rick. And then I feel his cock rubbing at my crack. It takes of couple of seconds, but when he finally gets his rod into me, I am overcome with such sensations that I think I might burst. I continue fucking Rick, marveling at the pleasure, while Karl continues his attack on my ass - which compliments the pleasure with painful thrusts that feel like I might be getting torn apart...

...Surprisingly, no one has shot his load yet. When the three of us disconnect, it's Jon who is being mounted now by Rick. I watch the two of them, a couple of lusty lads who fuck like feral animals. Rick is pummeling his dark haired buddy while Karl and I stand astride the both of them stroking our own cocks. Once again, the older stud comes my way and kisses me. This time I feel his hard cock pressing against mine. We grind hips and continue sucking each others mouth. I reach down and around and find his well muscled ass and easily shove a digit into his hot hole. He pulls me in closer and stops kissing for second and whispers, "Fuck me"...

...Now I'm ramming Karl so hard that he's wincing in pain. After a few minutes, I realize that he's enjoying getting power-fucked. His asshole is surprisingly tight, and it feels good to be deep inside this older, sexy male, using him for my own pleasure. I bark over to Rick and Jon, and they quit fucking and turn our way, "Come here, you two, " I say, sweat running down my face, "Hold him down for me". And with in seconds, Karl is pinned to the floor, his legs spread by the boys while I continue thrusting inside of him. He is cursing up a blue streak, his face beet red, his cock stiff and leaking lava all over his taut belly. Rick reaches out with his free hand, and starts manhandling Karl's nipples, pulling on his sensitive nubs, Jon goes for the gold and grabs his lover's balls and gives them a tight squeeze. Both of them are clearly enjoying tormenting him and their cocks are drizzling pre-cum all over the mat on the floor of the play room.

I feel like I am going to shoot, so I pull out of Karl's ass, and motion to Jon to take over. I figure that the little stud might like sloppy seconds. And then I turn to Rick and say, "OK, get down on all four, I gotta shoot this load up your ass".

Now I shove myself deep into my lover and, as always, his tight ass feels like heaven - he rams himself back into me so that I am as far as I can go, he whispers something unintelligible and turns his head. I slap his ass hard a few times and he bucks like a young steer...to my side I see Jon riding Karl. The handsome buck is going at his partner's ass with such ferocity that Karl is actually clawing at the mat on the floor. For a split second, the two of us make eye contact, I wink at him and he smiles his gorgeous smile at me ... and just then I have my orgasm.

I shoot my load into Rick and fall down on top of him, grasping at his sinewy, muscled body...we both are shaking and squirming on the floor now, I hear him groaning out loud, he's shooting his load also, I whisper obscenities in his ear and he gasps...finally we both come back down to earth and lay still. My cock is still rock hard, and still deep inside his ass...

Then, Jon let's out a deep sound that seems to be coming from his chest, I turn and watch as his sexy slim body goes all taught, every muscle showing in relief, and his head is thrown back. He is holding on to Karl's hair, yanking his head back, probably unmindful of how much pain he might be inflicting on his lover, and then suddenly he pulls out of him and shoots a sloppy thick load of spew every which way until finally, his last blast covers Karl's back...

Now, Karl wastes no time, and immediately switches places and starts fucking Jon. His well muscled physique a sheen from sweat, the older man grabs his boyfriend at the waist and lifts him from the floor, rams him up against a wall, and bangs him for a good five minutes before he's coming amidst a litany of foul proclamations that echo through out the basement.

A few seconds later, they are back on the floor, each of them gasping for breath; a couple of soldiers in the army of love, fresh from the latest battle.5 Cleaning Up:

After a while, the four of us got up and without a word, the guys all helped clean up the play room...we hosed down the mats with hot water and disinfectant. Then, the four of us made our way to the shower in the back of the basement...about a year ago, I had a large stall with several shower heads put in, there was also separate spigots with hoses attached for more "in depth" cleaning ... all in all, a necessity.

We took turns washing each others backs, and then one by one, each of us took the small nozzle of the hose hose up the ass to flush out whatever spunk might still be inside.

Then, with all three shower heads going at full blast, we soaped up and scrubbed ... it did not take long for the warm water, and the sight of four naked bodies slick with soap to bring us all back to a state of arousal, soon kisses and gropes occurred, but that was it. We all exited the showers with hard cocks - and bellies empty - we were a hungry foursome.

6 Food and Rest:

Karl helped me grill up a few steaks and we washed then down with some iced tea. And then the four of us sat in the yard, basking in the warm summer sun, and the cool breeze. Rick and Jon were shirtless, both of them wearing only a pair of shorts, while Karl and I seemed modest in our pants and shirts.

Finally, the meal digested, Karl stood up and said, "So, guys, I am worn out, how about we sort of kick back...together".

And with that, we headed back inside, stripped down to our briefs and all climbed into bed, I rolled on to my side and caught a view of Jon's crotch bulging, making his tight white underwear tent. Nonetheless, I closed my eyes and felt myself drift off ...