Date: Thu, 24 Dec 2009 07:13:30 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Rod & Gun Club

The Rod & Hunt Club

by Bald Hairy Man

If you don't like gay stories and stories about gay sex, don't read this!
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The Rod and Gun Club had been a fixture of Jeffersonton Virginia since the
1890's.  It began as a hunting club and had a rustic, stone lodge in the
middle of a 1000 acre preserve.  The founders intended the Rod & Gun to be
an elite social club, but by the 1960s it had tuned into a Good 'ol Boys
club.

The hunting aspect of the club had become all but non existent in the 1950.
This was a local joke. Some said the motto should have been "Beef and
nothing but Beef."  This referred to the menu of the Club's kitchen and to
the size of the members. Most were beefy.  By the 90s, the organization was
recognized as a major environmental group.  While it owned 1000 acres, they
had rights to 12,000 more acres. All were preserved and returning to a
natural state.

While most of the members were well off businessmen, there were some
regular guys such as construction workers and truck drivers in the
group. Several black men were members too.  No one in town expected
that. People said the group was turning liberal. The club did remain all
male.

All knew the function of the club was to eat and drink away from wives and
girlfriends. Club did remain somewhat secretive, but it was a harmless
collection of men whose primary weakness was over eating and drinking way
too much. It had a few rooms available for members to sleep it off.

Hiram Hood was the President of the club. He was the fourth generation of
his family to be President. The position was hereditary. The Hood's were a
prolific group and in addition to two brothers, several uncles and cousins
were members.

Sam Fellowes was the Vice President. He was the third generation of his
family to occupy that position.  Three Fellows uncles were members too, as
were a slew of nephews. The most important officers of the club were the
Hunt Master, Alex Lewis and the Games Master, Jerry Fuller. The Hood,
Fellows, Lewis and Fuller families made up almost 50% of the membership.

Originally the Hunt Master was in charge of all hunting activities, but now
he was hunting for new members.  The Games Master arranged hunting
tournaments, but now he was in change of poker games and other recreational
activities.

While Hiram was mostly a figurehead, he had formulated the new policy that
broadened the membership. I later found out the liberalization of
membership was brought on by the 7 and 8 rule. While membership was mostly
hereditary, if you packed more than 7 inches of cock, you could join, and
if you had more than 8, membership was free.

I'm Bill Wilson and I am the newest member of the club. I'm a carpenter,
6'-4" tall, 275 pounds, mostly muscle except for maybe 15 pounds of body
hair. Hair grows everywhere on me except for my finger nails, eyeballs and
the top of my head. I'm not what is typically considered to be a dreamboat
by women.  I tend to scare children. I am a free member of the club. I have
a ten-inch, uncut baseball bat hanging between my legs.

I ran into Hiram Hood at a rest stop on the highway. I lived near by and he
came over for "coffee." We had a good time. My cock is borderline circus
freak sized, but that didn't seem to bother Hiram at all. I love to
top. But while many guys are interested in it, I have a 30% success rate
getting it all the way in. maybe 30% can't even take the head. That's
disappointing, but I'm use to it. When I was younger a guy wanted me to
force it in. I did. He liked it, but was bleeding afterward.  I've never
done that again. Sex is too much fun to mix it with pain.

Hiram opened his ass up nice and wide. I slid in easily. Once I was in, he
tightened up and it was the best fuck I'd had in years. Hiram is a small
60ish year old man, with the stamina of an elephant. We went at it for a
solid two hours with only two rest periods after each time I shot off.  I
hadn't ever had a man who was willing to wait for me to recharge after my
first orgasm, not to mention my second. He had to get home. I gave him my
number. Next Saturday morning he called me and wanted to get together
again.  I was willing. He then asked if I would mind if he brought a
friend. I had been in a threesome several years earlier and had liked it. I
said sure.

He arrived a half hour later with Alex Lewis. Alex had a line backer's
build and was in his fifties. They were nice, no nonsense men. We got naked
and went at it. At first I thought Alex was a watcher, not a player, but he
got really enthusiastic once I was deep in Hiram. He was on the bed next to
Hiram and hiked up his legs and opened his ass for me. I fucked the two of
them alternating every time I got close to shooting.

Alex was really tight but when I finally got in he had a hands free
orgasm. Alex had a fire plug style cock and balls the size of
potatoes. They were drained as he shot off Roman Candle style. Hiram
collected as much of Alex's cum as he could, slicked it on my cock and I
went deep in him for a second time.

I had never used another guy's sperm before as lubricant, but I can
recommend it. It is really slippery and gave my cock a tingle knowing what
it was. I came easily in Hiram's ass and pulled out to rest. Alex licked up
the remains of my orgasm as it drooled from my cock.

Hiram was a good looking man. He looked a bit like a Victorian dandy with
his slight features and carefully groomed beard. Alex was a man's man, and
somehow I never would have guessed it would have been Hiram coaxing the
last drops of sperm from my cock. Alex obviously loved it.  I was
flattered.  No one had done that for me before.

Hiram called next Saturday and said he had another man who wanted to meet
me. I was in pig heaven.  I hadn't had sex three weeks in a row in
years. Hiram arrived with Alex and Tom Jefferson. Jefferson was a big black
guy, almost as big as me and was the football coach at the High School. I
had never played with a black man before, but there was something about
Tom. We shook hands, said a few words and I knew it was going to be okay.

I am muscular, but I'm carpenter-muscular. Tome was gym muscular. He had a
beautiful body that could have been on the cover of a body building
magazine. He was smooth and sleek, except for his cock. Uncut, he had twice
the skin he needed.  It was wrinkled and soft as were his big, low hanging
balls.

"You've got a good body," Tom said. "I take you are a working man?"

"I work construction,"I said.

"My Dad was a mason. He was built like you. Every muscle you have is
useful," Tom continued. "I'm a gym rat, but that's nothing like the real
thing."

"It sure looks good to me," I said.  "I bet no one complains."

He smiled. I get hard easily and he looked me over. "That cock could win
first place in the county fair!" Tom exclaimed. By then Alex and Hiram were
on the bed ready to hoist their legs. I took Alex and Tom took Hiram. I
think Tom may well have had a longer cock than me, but I was much
thicker. Hiram took Tom easily. Alex was still tight, but I got in
anyway. Every time one of us got near popping, we'd trade partners.  That
was a recipe for a long fuck, but all four of us were into it.

Alex shot off on the third rotation. We all popped in response and rested
afterwards. I'm 90% top, but I was feeling a little guilty. Hiram and Alex
were so willing to open their asses for me. As we recovered from the last
orgasm, I straddled Hiram and sat on his cock. He had a good cock, but it
wasn't a challenge. It was fun. Alex asked if he could sample my ass.
Hiram said sure.  I switched to Alex and Tom sat on Hiram. I liked it, but
Alex loved it. He shot off in my ass. All was well.

We rested again. "It seems to me you have a real taste for man sex," Hiram
said.

"I do. I'd love to play more, but this is the first time in years I've had
sex once a week for three weeks. Usually it's months between fun times." I
said. "Playmates here are few and far between."

"Actually there are many more than you would think," Alex said,

"Really?" I asked. That was when they told me about the Rod & Gun Club.

Hiram explained the history of the club. "A century ago, my great-great
grand-father and Sam Fellows' ancestor went hunting and discovered they had
a taste for cock. Each of them had a few friends who shared the
interest. They got together and founded the club."

"While there was no way for men to get together to have sex, but it was
perfectly normal to have an all male hunting and fishing club. No one
thought anything of it. Land was dirt cheep then and the bought the
property and built the lodge," Alex continued.  "We've grown as members
meet other men who share the same taste."

"Is it a hunt club or a sex club?"

"Originally it was both. Now there's a lot more sex than there is hunting,"
Hiram said. "It's strictly for no strings fun.  No rules except everyone
has to enjoy it. The main floor of the lodge is a dining room. The lower
floor is the trophy room and the gym. We have showers and a steam room
there.  There is some exercise equipment, but the only exercises there are
aerobic cock sucking, ass fucking, and sphincter stretching."

"Shit," I said. "I can do those! How do I join? Is every member into it as
much as you guys are?"

"There's a range," Tom said. "I guess you could say we are at the upper
limits of horniness. Once you're in the gym it's anything goes. There is
only one reason to go there, and it ain't exercise!"

"And as for your joining, when Alex shot his load into your ass, he signed
the invitation to join," Hiram said.

"Are you the admission board?"

"That is one way to say it," Tom said. "You passed every requirement on our
list, with flying colors I might add. If you're interested we'd love to
have you come to the club sometime this week and see if you like it."  I
said I was interested and we agreed to meet there on Friday night. Alex
said that was a slow night, so it would give me a chance to meet men in a
quieter situation.

Thinking back I noticed they didn't ask me to keep things quiet.  They must
have assumed that wouldn't be a problem. Hiram, Alex and Tom were very
different men, and I assumed that wasn't accidental. They must have been
interested in the way I reacted to the different men.

At 7:00 on Friday night, I drove to the Club house.  I had always known it
was there, but I had never been on the property before.  I was secluded and
unpretentious. Hiram waited for me at the door and introduced me to several
members. The Hood family was well represented with one of his brothers and
two nephews in the reception committee. Ovid Hood must have been a younger
brother, but he looked much like Hiram. The nephews were bigger and more
beefy. All were friendly. I got a beer and one of the nephews, Danny, took
me on a tour.

The club house wasn't fancy, but it was nice. It was every inch a hunting
lodge for men. There was no effort to decorate it other than trophies and
some hunting prints. The furniture was old and comfortable. We went
downstairs.

The trophy room looked like the upstairs room, but with even more animal
heads, a locker room and shower separated it from the gym. A naked man sat
in a chair as another nude man sucked him. "Hi Danny, is that a new member
with you?" the sitting man asked.

"Sammy, this is Bill.  He's having his first visit," Danny said. Sammy was
about fifty. He was blond and bearded.  The lighting was dim, and at first
I thought he was smooth.  He was pretty hairy, but blond hair doesn't show
up well in the low light

"We're a nice bunch of guys here. I hope you enjoy it," Sammy said. "Damn
it, Harry, you got me again!" Sammy stiffened, moaned and twitched as he
shot off.  Harry, whose face I could hardly see, deep throated him and
slurped up Sammy's cum. When Harry got up, I saw he was Harry Bellos, the
president of a construction company.  He was smooth but well endowed.

"I can tell you're a nice group of men," I said.

Danny laughed, "I told you so!"

"It's nice to see you here, Bill," Harry said as we shook hands. "I never
guessed we shared the same interests." Some of Sammy's cum was in Harry's
top lip.  As it slid into his mouth he licked it up.  "I like to be neat,"
he said as he winked at me. "This room has upholstered furniture. It can
get crusty if we're not careful."

Sammy was standing and the remains of his orgasm drooled from his cock. I
intercepted the dribble with my finger and licked it up.

"Some men aren't into cock and ball juices, and that's fine," Harry said,
"But it's a lot neater when they are." The men smiled. Danny took me to the
locker room next. There were no lockers as such, just hooks. Unlike the
rest of the Lodge, the showers were modern and up to date."The gym is all
nude, so if you want to see it you need to strip," Danny said. I, stripped
and we went into the showers. It was a single room with ten shower
heads. The only unusual thing was that in addition to soap and shampoo,
there was a tube of lubricant. We washed up.

"Do you like to fuck or get fucked?" Danny asked.

"Guilty on both counts," I said.

"Me too," Danny said. "Well lets go to the deep cleaning room." We walked
through an opening at the rear of the showers into a toilet like area. Two
things that looked like fucking machines sat next to gurneys.

"Hi Doc," Danny said, "This is Bill. He's just joined."

I realized it was an enema machine and I wasn't interested in that at
all. I must have looked shocked. The man called Doc just smiled. "Don't
worry," he said. "I'm a real doctor and this is a hobby of mine. You'll
enjoy it."

I wasn't sure but Dan got on the gurney and put his feet on stirrups. Doc
coated his fingers with lube and coated Dan's hole. Dan was a good looking
man and seemed to have no qualms about it. Doc produced what looked like a
stainless steel dildo with a hose attached.  He eased it into Dan's
ass. Dan got erect immediately.  Doc told me to do the same. He pushed the
dildo into my ass, turned the warm water on and damn if I didn't get hard
too.

Doc was a proctologist and inventor who dabbled in enemas. His dildo both
filled you up and cleaned you out in one handy tool.  It worked both as a
dildo and medical device. Three minutes later Dan and I were in the showers
again and then we went to the gym.  There were three men in the showers,
and four in the gym.

I thought I would be embarrassed at being naked in front of men I just met,
but I have to admit I liked it. I had never seen naked men except just
before and just after sex.  My Dad wasn't much of a provider and we needed
the money. I started working after school and on weekends when I was 16. I
did do any sports, so I missed the shower room experiences of many guys.  I
had seen some naked boys, but naked men were new to me. I was lucky I
didn't quit school then. My geometry teacher liked me and thought geometry
would be good for a carpenter. He also got me a slew of odd jobs that
helped me out.

I'm not into boy cock. Once and a while, I'd pick up a kid who would get
scared by my cock. Well there were no boy cocks at the Rod and Hunt
Club. The club members were masculine and seemed to appreciate me.

No one pretended they weren't interested in my cock, and I could look at
their equipment directly without pretending I was looking the other way. I
was like a kid in a candy store. I knew I was big, but I hadn't focused on
just how big I was. I realized not only was I a kid in a candy store, but
there was a good chance I'd get to sample, most if not all of the candy.

Once several years earlier, I went to what turned out to be a gay bar. I
was 20 years older than anyone there, 4 inches taller, 100 pounds heavier
and had more hair on my back than they had on their heads. It wasn't a
friendly place. Several guys moved to tables away from mine just in case
they might catch something. The men of the Rod & Hunt club were the
opposite.

For the first time in my life I was the star.  I knew my cock interested
them, but that seemed only fair. Their cocks interested me! I was certainly
willing to have some fun, and they shared the same interest.

Danny and I were a quarter hard when we entered the Gym. Two men talked off
to one side, another was in a sling like contraption. We went over to the
sling.

"Marvin, this is Bill. He's a new member," Danny said. "I see you're the
entertainment for the night." One of the supports for the sling had a
holder with lube in it. Danny squirted some in his hand. He coated his cock
and then stroked it until his was hard.  Then he slipped it into Marvin's
ass.

Marvin shook my hand. "Nice to meet you," he said, "New meat is always
welcome.  I hope you don't think I'm a slut. I'm normally a top, but I had
built up a deficit and needed to bottom some to keep things even."  Marvin
had a thick, cut six incher. He was 45 or so, with a mustache and furry
chest. "Damn you're good, Danny!" he exclaimed.

"Danny hit a good spot?" I asked.

"Danny always hits a good spot," Marvin replied.

Tom Jefferson entered the Gym with a friend and came over to me. "Good to
see you, Bill," he said. "I'd like you to meet Parker Walters. He's an old
friend."  I shook hands with the distinguished looking, bearded, older man.

"It's nice to meet someone I can look in the eye," Parker said. He was my
height, and big too. I would guess he was in his mid 60s.  He wasn't
muscular, but not in bad shape either. Moderately hairy, he possessed low
hanging, apricot sized balls and a foreskin enshrouded cock, completely
soft.

He noticed I was looking at his cock. "Don't worry, he said, smiling, "I
can fill it up!  Hiram told me you were hung. It takes a lot to impress
Hiram." His cock began to fill out.  I dropped to my knees and took the
foreskin into my mouth.

"Bill is a lone wolf type," Tom said. "he lives alone and doesn't have
access to many playmates."

"Well he certainly knows how to make friends," Parker said.

"I'll leave you to your own devices," Tom said. "enjoy!"

Parker's foreskin was a treat. I had sucked the skin into my mouth and had
my tongue inside the skin. He had just showered, but when my tongue touched
his cock head, he oozed a glob of precum.

"I drool a lot of precum," he said. "Some men think I'm messy." I flicked
my tongue on his piss slit and coaxed a second blob of precum from his
balls.

"You're going to have a good time here," Parker said, "It's a good time for
everyone." It was odd to be in a brightly lit room as I sucked.  I was
excited and got fully erect as I sucked, but I oddly relaxed. I think I was
used to trying to get off before someone caught us. Here, I could take my
time. Parker and I got on some mats and 69ed. He was good at it. A guy I
met told me he had a mouth cunt.  "My mouth is as soft, warm and juicy as a
pussy," he said.

"Can I cut in?" a voice asked. Parker and I broke apart. Parker
smiled. "Bill, this is Fred.  His my partner and the biggest size queen in
this part of Virginia. Do you mind if he joins us?"

"You have an open relationship?" I asked.

"Only when we get lucky," Fred said.

Fred was about as average as a man could be. He was a great sucker and came
close to deep throating me. He was good. He was on top of me in the 69
position when I saw Parker's cock move into position.  I pushed Fred's legs
apart so his ass would be more open.

Suddenly I had a seat on the 50 yard line of the man fucking super bowl. No
only was I six inches from the action, I tasted Fred's cock react and felt
him shiver and twitch as Parker's cock poked him. Parker's cock had indeed
filled his copious foreskin and his cock head had popped free.

The cock was heavily lubricated; lube was dripping from it. Parker made ten
or twelve thrusts before he popped Fred's sphincter.  He rested for a
little while and then pushed deep. My nose that had been sniffing Fred's
balls now smelled Parker's apricots. Man fucking isn't pretty close up; it
is hot as hell!

Here I was watching Parker fuck his partner as I sucked his partner's cock.
It doesn't get more gay than that.  I had never felt more masculine! It got
more exciting when Fred shot off and Parker popped.