Date: Wed, 14 Apr 2004 10:37:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Fuck Club, part 4

THE FUCK CLUB

By Pete Brown     petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Chapter 4

Both men carried on looking at me as I sprawled there
naked, on the floor.  Then, very reluctantly, Joey
reached for the can which they'd told me contained the
anaesthetic spray, and went to hand it to Todd.

"NO, please....", I shouted again, "Look, you've got
to believe me.  I'd have gone to the cops before now
if I'd meant to do it."

"Actually, I don't care all that much", Todd told me.
"The way I'm hurting now I'll be glad to toss you into
the creek.  Serve you fucking well right..."

"But I've explained that  that was a mistake.  I
didn't know what to do... I've never fucked a guy's
arse before."

"You knew that I'd stretched and lubed you though,
didn't you?"

"Yes, but I thought that was part of the show...
Something you did to make it extra exciting for the
audience.  I didn't  realise you had to do it to fuck
arse..."

"Dad, I believe him", Joey interjected.  "I think he's
telling the truth.  He seems like a nice enough guy,
and he could have called the cops before coming here.
And perhaps he didn't know about lube and
everything...."

"Stay out of this, son.  Now, any last little request,
fucker?  At least you're going to have it painless:
as soon as I spray you, that's it.  You just won't
wake up...."

"No, please....", I shouted, and I tried to escape
across the floor, but naked, with my hands cuffed
behind my back, there was absolutely no chance.  Todd
just go up off the sofa and came and stood in front of
me.

"Dad, please... Let's let him go.  We don't want to be
involved in murder... That's a capital crime here. I
don't want to lose you, dad...."

Todd stopped, and thought.  He looked at Joey, and
said "Well, there is just one other way, I suppose.
It would probably protect us, and it might make him
reluctant to go to the police, even though he says he
doesn't want to.  But it's not all that great for
you..."

"That's OK, dad... I'll do anything."

"OK, son... Get undressed.  Everything...."

Joey did as his father told him, and was soon as naked
as I was.

"OK, son, lie across the arm of the couch, and spread
your arse.  I'm going to have him fuck you, and I'm
going to take photos - lots of photos.  Make sure you
look in pain, and angry, when he's right inside you,
so that if there is any trouble we can swear to the
police that he's a sadistic pervert who likes to prey
on very young men, and nearly rape them.  That should
take the heat out of any allegations that he might
make about us raping him!"

"No!",  I shouted.  "I'm not going to fuck him. "

"OK, then, bud.  Here goes...."  Todd pointed the
canister at my face, and, just in time, I shouted "No,
Stop...."

"So you'll do as I say?  I can't see the problem -
you've fucked me, after all.  So where's the harm in
going up young Joey?"

"But I 'm not doing it for fun!  I only fucked you to
get revenge..."

"Joey fucked you before I did.."

"But he's a kid, just obeying your orders that night."

"Whatever...  I don't care why you did it,. The fact
remains, you did.  And if you can do it once, you can
do it again.  Now, get up, unless you want me to go
ahead with plan A.  I still think that might be
best...."

I struggled to my feet, and Todd pushed me over
towards Joey.

"Wait!", he barked as I stood there, and he went onto
the bedroom and came back a few moments later with a
bottle of  lube.  As I watched, he applied some of it
to his fingers, then started to massage and stretch
Joey's hole.  I couldn't help but watch as his
bronzed, strong fingers teased and kneading at the
tender flesh of his son

"Right - you next!"

He reached down and his slimy fingers took hold of my
dick.  They felt strong and warm as they curled around
me, and he started to stroke me erect.

"Come on, fucker... Get hard!", he said.  I really
didn't want to, but how can you resist?  When you're
naked and cuffed and a guy's stroking your dick,
there's not much you can do about it, is there?  In
spite of myself I felt my dick starting to strain
towards the sky.

"Right, bud... You know what to do.... But take care,
as I love my son, and if you hurt him, I'll beat the
shit out of you..."

I moved gingerly towards Joey, and stopped between his
outstretched legs.  I inched forward very gingerly,
and Todd called to Joey to reach back and pull his
arse cheeks apart.  I could see his dark pink pucker
then, and I very gently positioned myself so that the
tip of my dick was just touching it.  I didn't even
need to think of artificial simulation then, as the
moment my flesh made contact with his something
happened - that thrill went through me that I'd felt
when I fucked Todd, and it was as if my whole body
changed gear - my heart started to pound, my breathing
got deeper and faster, and a sweat started to break
out all over me.


No more prompting was needed.  It was as if my body
knew instinctively what to do again, and I pushed to
get through his sphincter, then started to rock gently
backwards and forwards once I was inside him.  I was
amazed how easy it was with the boy lubed and
stretched.  I was fucking away properly then, every
nerve in my dick  thrilling to the sensation.  No, not
just every nerve in my dick - every nerve in my body.
Ass the sensations flooded through me I knew my heart
was racing, my breathing got harder and deeper, and a
sheen of sweat broke out all over me.  I had my knees
bent in order to be at the right level to fuck Joey,
and I got that delicious, tingling, straining
sensation in my thighs as my body held the position
and at the same time thrust me in and out of him.

I knew Joey was enjoying it, but prompted by his dad
he started to scream and wriggle and moan.  His father
had a camera out, and he told Joey to turn his face
towards him, and he snapped away as I  carried on
fucking.  I just knew that anyone looking at the
pictures would never believe that it was all a put-up
job:  they'd see a big, strong guy like me, his wrists
cuffed behind him as if I was enjoying really kinky
sex, and a poor young guy skewered on his dick,
looking as if he was in real pain.  I'd never be able
to talk my way out of it, and no one would ever
believe that I wasn't raping him, or something.

What could I do, though?  I carried on fucking him,
but I was actually enjoying it so much that I suppose
it wasn't too bad.  I was worried, though, that I
might be doing it too hard - I guessed that Todd could
still carry out his threat, and anaesthetise me and
kill me if he thought that I was hurting his son.

Without the frenzy that I'd been in when I'd fucked
Todd, it took me much longer to get to a climax inside
Joey, but all good things have to come to an end.  I
felt myself getting ready to shoot and I was breathing
harder and harder and pistoning in and out quicker and
quicker until I felt it all happen: I pushed myself
forward one more time and left myself buried in there,
as far as I could, my shaft sunk fully into him, as by
balls contracted and my dick pumped my semen up inside
him.

I pulled myself out of Joey, and stood there, feeling
pretty foolish - well, I mean, when you've fucked, you
don't usually stand there start naked in front of
someone else, do you?  My dick was all slimy from my
cum and Joey's ass juices, and I felt a chill sweep
over me as the sweat evaporated from my heaving body.
Todd just smiled an evil smile, though, and snapped a
couple of close-ups of my dick, covered in Joey's
shit.

"Right, guys - get cleaned up!", Todd told us.  Joey
pulled himself to his feet and Todd kind of shoved at
me to follow him, as we went through their bedroom and
into the bathroom.  Joey wasn't at all embarrassed
about his body, evidently, as he got into the shower
with me and soaped me all over.  I just wasn't used to
having other men touch me like this, and I have to say
I found it thrilling to have his strong young hands
sliding all over me, then down my arse crack, and then
gently, oh so gently, soap my dick and wash it clean
of every last trace of his shit.

He had to towel me dry, too, and then he dressed, and
father and son stood there looking at me.

"What now, dad?", Joey asked.

"Well, if it's going to work, it's going to work.  So
we may as well un-cuff him."

He went around behind me, and took the cuffs off.  I
stood there, massaging my wrists and trying to get a
bit of movement back into my arms,  Then, almost
instinctively, I suppose, I held out my hand to Todd
and said "Look, sorry, again, OK?   Are we all square
now?  Shake on it?"

Todd's face broke into a half smile.  "Well, I suppose
so.... Now, where are your clothes?"

We went out to dinner together - nothing fancy, just
the local pizza place.  It seemed odd to be sitting
there with two guys I'd fucked, and who had fucked me.
 I kept thinking that the other customers would see
something odd about us, and might start to point us
out as freaks, or something.  But I suppose we were
depressingly normal looking:  two blue-collar workers,
both looking fit and healthy, and a High School
student who looked as if he took care of himself, too.


Todd and I had a beer, but he wouldn't let Joey have
one, saying that it was bad for him.  "Someone's got
to look out for him", Todd explained to me.  "Since
his mom died, I've all he's got in the world, and I
want him to grow up properly, go to college, get a
good job.... Not be like me, stuck labouring for the
rest of my days."

"Aw, dad!", Joey cut in.  "I've told you it doesn't
matter.  I'd rather be like you, healthy and happy,
than stuck in some office somewhere, worrying my guts
out...."

I don't really remember what we talked about.  Except
that Todd was really proud of Joey.  "There's not many
guys of his age who are working away like him and
making so much money for his college fund", he told
me.

"But you're making Joey fuck in public..."

"No, not making him, Steve.  Joey wants to do it.
Ever since his hair started to grow he's really wanted
to fuck, but I made him wait.  Now there's no stopping
him, though.  He's a natural."

I thought back to the way that Joey's  dick had felt
up my arse, and I wondered if that was "natural".
Still, I didn't like to criticise, as the two men had
obviously got it all worked out between themselves.

"It's good to see a dad and his son get on so well", I
added, and then realised I was in a terrible dilemma
about how I finished the sentence.  "But..., well...,
you know.... A dad and his son...."

"Oh don't be so old fashioned, Steve!", Todd cut in.
"If a few more fathers were as close to their son as I
am to Joey, there'd be a lot less problems in our
society.  Joey isn't going to go out getting drunk in
order to get up the courage to screw.  He isn't going
to force himself on some young girl.  He isn't going
to father a kid before he's ready, just because he's
eager for sex...  And, you know, when we're in bed
together, when we've finished fucking, he finds he can
tell me all sorts of things and I can advise him.
When two guys have fucked, it's amazing what they can
tell each other, you know."

Well, I didn't know, actually, as I'd never
experienced it.  And most of the women I'd fucked had
been quick "wham, bam, thank you, Ma'am" kind of
things.  But I could see that lying next to someone
you'd been intimate with would make you very relaxed
and ready to talk.

After dinner we went back to their place, and Todd and
I sat on the couch and had another couple of beers -
he sent Joey off to do his school work for the next
day.  We sat there and talked as guys do about cars
and sports and stuff, and we got on really well.  For
me, it was almost like having an older brother -
someone who had the same interests as me and liked
keeping in shape, and with whom I could shoot the
breeze, just chatting away.  After about an hour we
got to talking about sex, as you do, and Todd told me
how he's been almost shot-gunned into marrying Joey's
mom when he'd knocked her up after a casual  fuck
following a dance.  "Her old man and mine got together
and made us do it", he said.  "Don't get me wrong -
she was a nice girl and a good fuck, but not the sort
of person I could live with."

"What happened to her?"

"Well, when Joey was four she went off with another
guy - they were wiped out on the highway on the way
back from a bar.  So that left Joey and me, and that's
the way it's been ever since.  It was tough at first,
but I managed somehow - they wanted to take Joey into
care, saying that a dad couldn't look after him by
himself, but there was no way I was going to have
that.  A man needs to take care of his son, doesn't
he?"

"And you never wanted to get hitched again?"

"Hell, no!  After his mom died I went out with a lot
of women, but when they saw I had a kid, they all
shied away from me.  And then of course I  discovered
men... And once you've fucked a great arse, why would
you want women?"

"But how did you do get into all of that?"

"Well, the usual way, I guess.  I was in a bar, had a
couple of drinks, started chatting to a guy, and one
thing led to another.  To tell you the truth, the
first time it was because this guy wanted to feel my
dick - offered to pay me for it and, well, you know,
money was short...  It didn't seem to be doing any
harm, and he gave me the best hand-job I'd ever had.
The next week I met him again, and he wanted to blow
me - well, why not, I thought.  The money was useful,
and one pair of lips around your dick is very much
like another, isn't it?"

"He took me to a party one Sunday, and it was full of
guys - no women at all.  I was stupid, really - had
too many drinks, and before I knew it, I was stripping
off  as some sort of dare, as they were having a party
game about who had the best body.  I won, of course,
as I was the only one who worked at a manual job and
my body easily beat all those gym bunnies:  but not
before I was totally naked.  That was the first time I
felt the power - you know, having all those guys
looking at me and marvelling at my body, and wanting
to touch it and hold it.  I was so proud of myself
that I didn't bother to put my clothes back on, and as
I stood there I soon felt the guys' hands starting to
slide over me  - cautiously at first, just brushing my
butt as they went past, and so on.  But when I didn't
object they soon got bolder, and, well, you know how
it is, one thing led to another...."

Actually, I didn't know how it was!  But I didn't want
to interrupt Todd's story, so I let him run on.

"That party was the start of it, I suppose.  A few
more beers, and I ended up with three or four other
guys in bed together - a big heap of sweating, fucking
bodies.  I knew that I didn't like taking dick, as the
moment someone tried to push himself up my arse I
almost hit him.  But it didn't matter - when you're
built like I am, and have got a dick like mine,
there's so many guys want to be fucked by it that it
doesn't matter."

"So you've never been fucked, before I did it?"

"No, never.  As I said, I don't take dick.  But it
doesn't matter - there are so many more guys who like
to take it that a top like me can always find a
partner for a bit of fun: a nice, tight arse to fuck.
There's an awful lot of it around....   Anyway, that's
it, really - once I became 'known' to the guys around
here, a lot of them used to hire me.  Well, I mean,
it's not as if there are a lot of guys for rent around
here, is it?  And it wasn't like that really - I
wanted to get laid, they wanted to get fucked.  They
had a lot of money, and they knew I was just a
labourer with a kid to support.  So rather than take
me to dinner or anything, they'd give me a 'present'
- just a few bills, discretely, at the end of the
evening.  It  all worked fine - a real win-win
situation."

"And so you brought Joey up all by yourself?"

"Yes.  It was tough, juggling sitters and everything
as I  worked all day, and was out 'on business' most
nights.  But I did it.  And he's grown up fine - never
any problems with drink or drugs or anything.  He
works hard at school, and he's a real athlete, too.
I'm determined he'll go to a good college, and we're
saving hard."

"But what about that place... The Fuck Club?"

"Oh, well, it was just an accident really.  One of the
guys who I used to fuck regularly was a member, and
one day he asked me to go along - he liked the idea of
being able to sit there and fondle my dick whilst he
watched the action.  It was simpler in those days, of
course - none of this audience participation, or
anything.  Just the prey, dragged in off the street,
and a guy to fuck him.  I was so amazed to see it that
I remember that it only took a couple of strokes to
make me cum, and the guy I was with was really pleased
when he saw that he'd managed to get me to climax
through my Jeans - he even gave me a little extra
cash, I seem to remember."

"The next day I went to see the management, and when I
stripped off and they saw my body, the rest was
history, as they say.  Well, I did have to audition
for them, of course, and fuck one of the waiters
whilst they watched, but that was OK by me."

"But Joey....", I asked.

"Look, when a dad an son grow up together, you can't
have secrets.  I've never been ashamed of my body,
never hidden it from Joey, and he was used to seeing
me getting in and out of the shower, and so on.  And
he was the same - it was normal and natural in our
house.  When he was twelve and I could see the hairs
beginning to sprout, I told him all about sex, of
course - I didn't want him upset the first time he
shot his load when he was asleep, or anything.  I
remember him coming into my bedroom so proud when he'd
jerked himself off the first time, and he wanted to
know a lot more.  It's a father's duty, almost, isn't
it?  I didn't want him growing up worried about sex,
or thinking there was anything wrong with guys
enjoying each other, so I explained everything to him:
 showed him how to jerk off properly, suggested he
played with his tits and finger his arse to increase
his pleasure, all the usual stuff.  And, of course, he
wanted to be close to me, so he started creeping into
my room in the middle of the night and snuggling down
in my bed."

"That was very bad for him, I thought, as it kept him
awake, listening out to hear when I got home, then
carrying on listening  until he heard me go to sleep
before he crept in.  So I had to stop it - and it
seemed only sensible to let him sleep in my bed all
the time:  when there's just a couple of guys, after
all, you can do without all the extra work of
laundering more sheets and all that stuff, can't you?"

"So you had sex with Joey...?".

"No, of course not!  Do you think I'm some sort of
pervert, fucking a young kid?  Not that Joey didn't
want me to, of course - most kids want to feel their
fathers' dicks, don't they?  And he was always trying
to get me to let him try fucking my arse.  But I never
allowed it (and, anyway, as I've said, I don't take
dick).  So it was just harmless fun, really - a couple
of guys sharing a bed, who have urges.  Well, I mean,
when I hadn't been out fucking, I needed to jerk off,
didn't I?  And Joey needed to do the same.  Just
harmless play."

"But you introduced him to the Fuck Club..."

"Sure, why not?  Look, I'd rather he was enjoying
himself fucking arse there than be knocking  up some
girl from school - I don't want history to repeat
itself.  He needs to get experience, and it's as  good
a way as any to do it.  I think he likes it, actually
- well, it is kind of exciting, isn't it?  And it's
something we do together, real father and son bonding.
   And the money's excellent, of course - Joey really
feels 'ownership' of his college fund, now he's making
such a big contribution to it himself.  A kid ought to
be like that, don't you think - not have it all
spoon-fed to him?"

As he'd been talking, Todd had been stroking his
crotch as guys do when they're comfortable and
relaxed, and I could see the outline of his dick
straining now against the fabric of his Jeans.  For
some reason the same thing was happening to me, too,
and Todd saw it and grinned at me.

"Are we going to sit  here with our dicks straining,
or are we going o do something about it?"

"Hey, man, I don't know... I'm not a fag, you know, I
just wanted revenge..."

"What's all this about being a fag?  I'm just
suggesting that a couple of studs like us need to
relieve ourselves:  it's painful having your dick
rammed up against tight Jeans, and it doesn't do your
balls any good to have all that spunk floating
around... Come on...."

He rested his hand on my crotch, and I thought I would
shoot there and then!  But with his other hand he took
mine and rested it on his fly, and I got that
incredible feeling that you do when you first fell the
throbbing excitement of another man's dick waiting for
you.

It was only seconds after that, it seemed, before we'd
both slid down our Jeans and were sitting together on
the couch playing with each others dicks.   Todd
almost brought me to climax several times, but each
time he stopped, just  at the crucial moment, and it
felt fucking marvellous.  He played with my nips, and
I did the same to him:  I soon realised that this was
like a game of  "follow my leader" - Todd would tweak
a nip, or dart his tongue into my mouth, or lean over
and nibble my earlobe, or gently kiss my eyelids, or
something, and he expected me to do the same in
return.  I just hadn't ever realised that two guys
could do such things together, and it could be such a
whole lot of fun.

Look, it was difficult for me at times, too, though.
When Todd bent right over and raked his lips up and
down my dick shaft, I knew he wanted me to do the same
to him.  But I've never sucked dick, and I wasn't sure
that I wanted to start.  But Todd was gentle, but
insistent.  He held my head, then half guided, half
forced it down into his crotch.  I got my first smell
of that intoxicating odour of pure maleness, that
special scent that exudes only from around a guy's
dick and balls, and I  was lost - I  sucked hungrily
at him, wanting to take him right into me, and I was
soon rewarded by that special taste of pre-cum as it
leaked out from him and flooded my mouth.

Todd didn't  suck at me, though, and I stopped working
at his dick after  a couple of minutes.  We sat next
to each other, breathing hard, and he said "Why did
you stop?"

"I'm not a cocksucker!"

"Don't be fucking stupid, Steve!  That's just a silly
name that men who aren't sure of themselves  use to
try and hide the fact that they're scared.  What's
wrong with sucking a guy's dick?  Didn't you like it?"

I thought for a moment, and said "Yes.... But why
aren't you sucking mine?"

He didn't answer me directly, but instead stood up,
and pulled me to my feet too.  "You haven't got to get
home, have you?"

"No - I'm just staying in a cheap motel. On the other
side of town..."

"Come on then - let me show you what sex is really all
about..."

"No, Todd, I'm not sure.... "

"Hey, Steve, just relax, will you?  You were enjoying
playing around a few moments ago, weren't you? "

"Yes, I guess so."

"And I know you actually enjoyed fucking me.  And
going up Joey's arse wasn't so bad, was it?"

I blushed, as I knew what he was saying was true.  I
kind of mumbled "No, it was OK..."

"So stop pratting around, then.  Come on...."

He led me into the bedroom, and it was actually fun to
have another guy help me take my clothes off, and for
me to help him.  We collapsed onto the bed, and soon
Todd's hands and mouth was all over me.  There didn't
seem to be a square inch of me that he didn't explore,
and I couldn't help laughing and then shouting at his
insistent probing at all parts of my body - it was at
once sensuous, and tickling, and erotic, and.... fun!
 I could only try to do the same to him, and I wasn't
nearly as expert, but when I went to  scrape my finger
over his arse hole as he'd just done to me, the mood
suddenly changed.  His whole body went rigid, and he
stopped laughing.

"Todd... I'm sorry... Are you still sore there, from
the hospital and everything...?"

"No, Steve, but I've told you, I don't take dick.
Some guys just don't.  Some fuck, some get fucked, and
some are versatile and do both.... But I just fuck."

I reached down and fondled his balls again, marvelling
at how sensuous it was to feel the firm yet spongy
balls inside their warm bag.  It showed me how much
Todd trusted me - all guys are so sensitive about
their balls, aren't they, and to allow someone else to
hold them and to fondle them shows that you really
trust the guy - after all, one tiny squeeze too hard,
and you're in agony, aren't you?

Gradually Todd seemed to assume control - more and
more he kissed me, played with my nips, then slid his
fingers up my arse and started to tease and stretch
me.  In one way I wanted him to stop, but in another I
wanted, no, needed, him to carry on.  I don't know how
it happened - one moment we were lying next to each
other, and the next I was lying on my back with Todd
kneeling between my legs.  He picked up my ankles, and
put them on his shoulders, then I felt his dick
probing at my hole.

"No, Todd....", I whispered, but I don't think I meant
it.

"Shhhh..., Steve.... Easy now, boy...."

He leaned forward so that his shoulders pushed at my
calves and my legs went back towards my head.  I knew
instinctively that this was exposing me fully to him,
and the next instant I groaned in ecstasy as his dick
head slipped through my sphincter.  I gave a little
shout - was it pleasure, was it pain, was it protest,
or was it joy?... I don't know.

Todd was firm but insistent, gentle but masterly.  He
looked down into my face, and just whispered again
"Shhhhh, Steve.  Easy now, boy....."

And then he was fucking me, fucking me in a way that I
could never have imagined.  He was a virtuoso,  and he
watched me so intently, staring down into my face as
he was on top of me, that I knew he must be tailoring
his actions so that we both got the maximum pleasure
possible.  He did short, quick strokes, long slow
strokes, strokes where he slammed into me so that as
his hard body slammed into the sensitive areas around
my arse and balls I grunted with the shock;  and
occasionally he stopped, and just hovered there above
me, smiling faintly, sweat dripping off his torso onto
me.

It went on and on, and I became almost delirious with
the pleasure his actions were causing me.  I was
gasping, panting, crying out, moaning and just
laughing as he fucked me, and I wanted it to go on for
ever.  But Todd's body tensed, he gave one last heroic
thrust into me as if he wanted to bury as much of his
shaft in me as he could, and gave a great shout.  I
knew he must be pumping his seed up into me, but I
felt nothing.

Todd fell forward onto me, letting go of my legs, and
some primitive instinct cut in for me - I wrapped my
legs around his waist and squeezed tight, holding him
in me so that he couldn't pull out even if he wanted
to.  Our sweat-soaked bodies almost slid over each
other as he wriggled luxuriously to make himself more
comfortable, and we lay there, laughing at each other
in the complete exhaustion and joy that follows really
great sex.

It was only a few minutes later that we realised Joey
was standing there, and presumably had been for some
time, watching us.

"Dad.... ", he began, and his voice sounded almost
faltering.  "Dad.... You told me that you loved me,
that I was the only guy you'd love...."

"Hey, Joey.... I'm your dad, right, of course I love
you.  But a guy's got to have sex with other guys
sometimes you know - we do it all the time at The
Club."

"Dad, it's not fair... At The Club, we just fuck the
prey.  But you were making love to Steve, and it's
supposed to be you and me, dad...."

"Joey, grow up, boy!  Of course I love you.  And I
always will.  But a man needs other men too, from time
to time.  Steve and I were just doing what men do,
enjoying each other.  There's nothing more to it -
just a bout of good, healthy sex.  It doesn't alter
anything between us, son... But I do have urges,
and...."

"You always said I was great in bed, dad... Now I know
you were lying...."

"No, son!  You are great.  I love fucking you.  But a
man needs variety - men aren't suited to fuck one
other guy all the time, it's built into millions of
years of their genetic make-up.  All guys fuck around,
as you'll find out.  You will, too, one day, as soon
as you meet someone you fancy.  You just can't help it
- you see a guy you like, and  it's natural to want to
fuck with them."

"Dad... It's not right!  It's meant to be you and me,
not some guy you dragged in...."

"Shut it, Joey, before I slap you!  And mind your
manners!  Steve isn't 'some guy I dragged in',  he's a
really nice guy, as you told me yourself, earlier.
Now, start to grow up!  I think perhaps I've made a
mistake by letting us get too close - perhaps I should
have pushed you out and made you find more of your own
friends to fuck...  Now, once more, you're my son;
you're special to me;  you always will be;  and we'll
always have great sex, whenever we both want it.  But
we're men, we have urges, and it's bad for you to deny
yourself.  So there!"

I lay there, not saying anything.  I didn't want to
come between a father and his son, did I?  But I began
to feel awkward, as the two men continued to almost
glare at each other.  "I think I'd better be
going...", I said, and tried to push Todd out of me so
that I could get up.

"Hey, Steve, don't be so fucking stupid!", Todd said.
"You've been drinking, and there's no way I'm going to
let you drive away from here tonight.  You're going to
stay here, and, anyway, we haven't finished yet... I
can feel my dick stirring again....

"Dad...", Joey cut in.  "If he wants to go, let him
go.  You and me...."

"Joey, I told you to shut it!  Steve's our guest here,
and we treat guests with respect in this house."

"Please, Todd, I don't want to get between you and
your son... Let me go... It's not far, I'll walk..."

"You'll do no such thing, Steve.  But getting between
a man and his son sounds good idea.....".  Turning to
Joey, he said "Come on, son... Strip off, and get in
here with us.

A big grin almost split Joey's face, and he almost
tore his clothes off and threw himself into the bed
with us.

Well, it was the best night I've ever spent so far.
Id never realised how many more things three guys can
do together than two can (and most of those were new
to me anyway, of course!).  The following morning,
though, Todd had to get up to go to work, and Joey and
I lay there, comfortably wrapped up in each other, as
we watched him towel himself dry, then pull on his
Jeans and T,.

"Now, you two...  Remember, Joey's got school today.
I don't want to come back tonight and find that he's
skipped off in order to fuck with you, Steve.  I trust
you to make sure you kick him out of bed in plenty of
time, OK?"

I was so happy, and as Joey gently teased my dick as
we lay there, I just smiled back and said "Sure,
Todd."

He did skip school that day, of course, and we spent
most of the day exploring each other.  Joey taught me
a lot - he liked kissing, he was used to fucking, and
to being fucked, and I suppose I couldn't have asked
for a better teacher.

The rest is history, I guess.  Todd was a bit
surprised to still see me there that night when he got
home, but it soon seemed "natural" that I was going to
be there permanently.  Todd talked about clearing out
the spare room for me,  but what was the point?  Joey
wanted to sleep with me and his dad,  and I wanted
Todd's body,  so it seemed easier for us all to share
the one room.  By the end of the week Todd had taken
me to see the foreman on his site,  and after I'd told
the guy I was experienced in construction,  he gave me
a job.

I couldn't believe the transformation that came over
me -  I'd been kind of lonely before, snatching an
hour of furtive sex here and there, and now I was
happy and settled,  with as much sex as I wanted.

Todd introduced me to the management of The Fuck Club,
 too.   "Look, Steve", he told me,  "It's not right
that Joey and me get all the money:   you deserve to
be able to put a bit of cash aside, too, and you're
never going to be able to do it by labouring, are
you?"

"But Todd, I can't fuck in public....."

"Of course you can!  And,  let's face it,  most of the
members have seen you anyway,   so what's different? "

"Yes...  but the prey.... Well, they don't like
it.....  It's not right...."

"Oh come on, Steve!  You were prey,  and you ended up
by liking it,  didn't you?  We're doing these guys a
favour really, you know, showing them new
experiences."

So that's it, really:  you can't argue with a guy like
Todd, can you - especially when I suppose he's right!
Now I've got money in the bank,  a day job that keeps
me fit,  two guys for sex,  and once a week I get a
real thrill from going down to the club and
performing.  Sometimes I do it alone, sometimes Todd
and I do a duo, especially if it's a really wild prey,
and sometimes Joey and me fuck the prey:  they call me
his uncle, as that seems to be more erotic for the
members.

Just a few months ago I couldn't have imagined that
I'd have such a good life.  It just shows you, doesn't
it?

THE END