Date: Sat, 1 May 2004 10:18:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: The City Club

The City Club

By Bald Hairy Man

Email, bldhrymn@excite.com or bldhrymn@aol.com.  This is an adult story for
adults. It is not intended for minors, nor for persons who are offended by
alternate life styles.  This is 100% fantasy, so no effort at safe sex is
indicated.


I was reminiscing with some friends about the free and easy days before the
advent of AIDS.  I was having dinner with Ron Marston, who was my age, and
several of his younger friends.  "It was great when you could pick up a
guy, take him home and either fuck him silly, or suck him dry.  The good
old days we sure had a lot more fun.  You couldn't catch anything that
couldn't be fixed with a good antibiotic."

A young man named John smiled. "Was the sex good?  You actually swallowed
cum?" he asked.  John was a handsome, slim bearded man, maybe 30 or 35.

"Great.  Or if not great, at least it was plentiful.  When I was younger, I
was a cum hound.  Sucking is good, but it's even better when you can taste
cock juice. " I said.  "Now you need a medical certificate to really enjoy
yourself."

"Well I can provide the certificates." Bruce said.  Bruce was a bald,
stocky 40-year-old.  When he said that I remembered he was a doctor.  "I
can test you for anything and everything.  It's just that it's hard to pick
up a guy and do the blood work.  It kind of kills the romance."

"Monogamous sex may be desirable, but it's sure hard on those of us who
haven't found anyone." John said.  "It would be great if there was a way
you could just have sex for fun.  I don't necessarily want to have a
meaningful relationship or fall in love.  Sometimes, I just want to have
fun.  Am I the only one who thinks this way?"

"Not at all," Ron said.  "True love may be great, but you sure can't depend
on it."  We were all in general agreement with that.  After a while the
conversation moved onto other subjects and the party broke up.

A few days later Ron saw me and mentioned the conversation.  "Would you be
interested in joining such a club if it existed?" I must have looked
puzzled, Ron clarified himself.  "A sex club?" I said, of course I was.  He
gave me Bruce's card and told me to contact Bruce and make an appointment.
"Just tell him, you're a new member."

I called Bruce and he asked if I could come over after dinner that night.
I had no plans so I met him at his office at 8:00.  He gave me several
tests and told me about Ron's project, the City Club.

Ron found out John was the architect who was working on the renovation of
the old Metropolitan Club.  It was Richmond's oldest men's club and gave up
the ghost and went out of business when the average age of the members hit
75.  "It had carried exclusiveness a bit too far and hadn't admitted any
new members in a decade," Bruce explained.

"The club house is big and impressive.  It had been vacant for five years
and John was converting it into upscale condominiums.  The plan had been to
make the athletic facilities available to the condo owners.  This turned
out to be too expensive, so while the condos were developed, the swimming
pool, exercise rooms and lockers were left vacant."  Bruce continued.

"John felt it would be a great health club but the city seems to be
oversupplied with health clubs now.  Ron heard about it and got a tour,"
Bruce continued.  "I went along for the ride. You know Ron just retired
after an unbelievably successful business career.  He had just sold his
business for a cool fifty million, and was awash in cash. We went through
the club with John.  The condos were great.  John is a good designer, the
units were bright, simple and elegant.  The athletic facilities were
perfectly maintained and in good condition.  They were in the turn of the
century style, lots of marble and colored tiles.  All the condo units were
sold and the developer wanted to get rid of the club.  Ron asked, if he
would take $400,000.00 for it.  John pulled out his cell phone and called
the developer."

"While John was talking Ron added, "I can make that in cash, if he wants."
I know enough about developers to know that cash can be very helpful in
some situations.  An hour later Ron owned the athletic facilities of the
old Metropolitan Club."

I was shocked at hearing about Ron's impetuous decision.  Thinking back, I
realize that was usual for him.  Most of his ventures turned out well.

Bruce continued give me the background, "Ron had thought it all out.  It
was going to be an all male sex club, with a full physical exam and testing
as an admission requirement.  He wanted the admission to be by word of
mouth only, his friends and the friends of his friends.  I thought this
wouldn't produce enough income, but he didn't care.  "If it doesn't make
money, I can subsidize it.  If it loses too much, I can close it," he said.
Ron doesn't need to worry about money anyway and he had a natural nose for
profit.  He renamed the facility the City Club and opened for business less
than a month ago."

Bruce said he was going over to the club now and asked if I would like to
come along.  I had passed all the tests.  I went with him.  The Club was on
the edge of Downtown facing a stylish street.  That side was now the
entrance to the condominiums.  We went to the rear and entered the lower
floor of a parking deck, left the car, then entered the club through what
had been the staff entrance.  There was a guard at the door and he waved us
in.

The entrance area wasn't impressive at all, but we went down a narrow
corridor and into a reception area with a sign-in desk.  The young man at
the desk I recognized as a local actor.  He appeared in small parts in
plays produced by fringe theatrical groups.  He issued us two towels each,
bearing the Metropolitan Club logo.  Bruce took me to the locker rooms.

The lockers were mahogany with brass grills and the locker room floor was
paved in marble.  I hadn't guessed the old club had been that posh.  Bruce
had told me the club was all nude, so we stripped and went toward the
shower.  Ron was the shower room attendant.

"Bruce, you brought Freddy along!  It's good to see you both!" Ron
explained.  Ron was a beefy, bear-like man with a beard and an even coating
of hair coating his well-tanned body.

"You're working here?" I asked, a bit taken a back.

"Just pinch hitting for the regular attendant Karl.  He taking a dinner
break." Ron explained. "Take a bracelet and join in the fun."

"A bracelet?" I asked.

"Since we're all naked in here, the bracelet lets guys know want you are
interested in," Bruce said.  I looked at the collection of bracelets. They
were labeled "O," "T," "B" and "K."

"Oral, top, bottom and kink?" I asked.

"You got it."

"What if you don't wear any?" I asked.

"Open minded!" Bruce exclaimed.

"That's me," I said. "I sure am open minded. What are the rules?"

"Be polite, there's a mixture of old, young, thin, fat and tall men
here. If anyone is rude, let me know.  They won't come back.  We're all gay
and all are interested." Ron said.

"Say "please and thank you?" I asked.

"That's it." Bruce and I went into the shower room. There were two young
men off to one side. I was trying not to look at them. I was use to normal
locker rooms where you went to great lengths to avoid looking at guys'
meat. I did get a good look at Bruce.  He was muscular and solid.  In his
mid thirties, he was already bald, with much more hair on his chest and gut
than on his head. He had a nice compact, uncut cock. His foreskin was an
inch or two longer than his soft cock.

Three men entered the room. It took five or ten seconds to realize they
were red necks and construction workers. They were loud and needed to
shower badly.

"Scooter, be careful, you're going to leave a ring!" Bruce said.

"Doc!  It's good old Virginia mud mixed with some historic Richmond dust,"
the man named Scooter said. Scooter had a strong Southside Virginia accent.

"I think you must be a native of these parts." I said.

"Born and bred."

"Scooter's pure country trailer trash.  They'd have had to invent trailers
so he could live in one," a big, bearded man said.

"Alvin, you West Virginia boys better be careful," Scooter retorted. "Boys
who live in glass trailers shouldn't throw stones. Specially if their Daddy
and Momma were brother and sister!"  The other men appreciated Scooter's
humor. I had to admit, the men cleaned up well. They weren't pretty or
handsome, but they were all man.  The re was a younger man with them who
was a smaller version of Alvin.  They called him Junior.

I'm an accountant and my experience with men like these construction
workers was limited. At the gym I encountered buffed men.  These guys were
naturally muscular with muscles created by hard work, not weight
lifting. They seemed friendly enough.  I went with Bruce to the adjacent
steam room.  It was empty.

A few minutes later Scooter and Alvin joined us.

"Scooter, Alvin, this is Freddy.  He's a friend of Ron's too." Bruce said
in introduction. We shook hands and talked for a while.  They had done some
of the renovation work on the Club and had met Ron that way. Scooter sat
next to me.  He was tall and wiry.  He was balding, with auburn hair and
had a handlebar mustache which connected to his sideburns. His chest was
hairy; a treasure trail connected it to his thick bush.  He was playing
with his long, thin cock. I was getting hard.

"You got a nice one there, mister," he whispered. "Nice big balls, I bet
they're full of cum."

I smiled, "I guess they are full."

"When was the last time you drained them?" Scooter asked.

I thought for a minute. "It's been a week or so. It's been annual report
time at the office." I said. A second later, Scooter was on the floor
sucking my cock.

"I should have warned you," Bruce said. "Scooter is a cum hound. A week's
supply of man seed is too much for him to pass up. I hope you don't mind?"

"He seems very friendly," I said. Luckily for a man who liked cum, Scooter
was a great cock sucker.  I don't know what he did, but it felt good.  I
was thinking it was odd to have a man I had just met sucking on my cock. I
was a bit shocked, but I was so turned on, the shock soon vanished.

Alvin came over to us. Bruce got on his knees and began sucking him. Alvin
was a big boy and had a cock which almost vanished in his thick pubic
bush. After Bruce worked on it for a while, I realized what the saying,
"it's a grower, not a shower" meant. Alvin has a solid, beer-can sized cock
with a huge head and thick shaft.

While I was admiring Alvin's meat, I lost my concentration and I felt the
urge to shoot rise.  I tried to stop it, but I was too far gone.  Pushing
at Scooter's head, I tried to get him off my cock, but he would have none
of that.  My cock head gets ultra sensitive when it's shooting, but Scooter
was good. It seemed as if I shot off for a minute or two. Not a drop of my
cum escaped his mouth.  He took it all and didn't stop sucking until my
balls were empty.

"Damn." I said. "Please feel free to do that anytime you feel the urge."

"Thanks Freddy.  Mighty good eats!" Scooter whispered. "Are your loads
always that big?"

"I guess they are. I've always thought of them as messy."

"You've been hanging out with the wrong crowd," Scooter said. "I love
draining baby factories."  I later thought about what Scooter had said.  I
had been married for twenty years and had only rare sexual experiences with
men during that period.  When I divorced, I had a fling with Dennis. Dennis
must have been the most up tight gay man in the history of the world. If it
wasn't wrapped in a condom, he didn't get close.  I hadn't occurred to me
someone would like my cum.

In an odd way I felt flattered.  Being an accountant isn't the most macho
profession in the world.  Being a closeted gay accountant is near the
bottom of the macho ladder.  Over the years I had fallen into the media
trap of seeing gay men as effeminate Queens.  There was nothing effeminate
about Scooter or his friends.

We left the steam room and went to the pool.  The room was spectacular,
covered in turquoise and gold tiles.  I think the intention was to be
Aztec, whatever it was, the effect was beautiful.  The pool occupied most
of the room, but there was a series of niches on the sides of the space
which provided semi private sitting areas.  Some were half round with a
table, others were rectangular with benches.  There were a dozen men at the
pool, some swimming, some sitting on the edge.  It was a bit dim and when
my eyes got use to the light level I saw there were several couples in the
niches.

I jumped into the pool and swam a few laps.  That felt good after the steam
room.  When I got out, Bruce had vanished.  Junior saw me looking around
and waved me over to where he was seated with a young man.  He introduced
me to his friend, Josh.  We talked.  Josh was a Junior at a local college,
but he looked as if he was 16.  He was smooth and hairless except for his
head and thick bush.  His cock was full grown, and uncut.  His cock head
formed a big bulge in the skin.

He seemed like a nice kid, but not my type.  It's hard for me to think
about sex with someone who is younger than my own children.  A pair of
forty something men came over.  It was clear they had no problem at all
with Josh.  One man as if he was a fox in a chicken house.  The other was
all but drooling.

Another boy came over.  Josh introduced him as Ram Kumar, a classmate of
his.  Like Josh, Raj was tall and thin.  He had a thin, well-groomed beard.
The peach fuz on his chest, gut, arms and legs was filling in and he
clearly was going to become a hairy man.  He too was uncut, but he had long
tube cock, with the head all but invisible.  He spoke with an English
accent.

Josh went off with the two men.  Leaving me with Junior and Ram.

"I see you're not wearing a bracelet?" Ram said.  I glanced at his arm.  He
was wearing a "T" bracelet.

"I guess you could say I like it all," I said.  "You're a top?"

The boy smiled.  "Actually, I don't have enough experience to know what I
am," he replied.  "I thought the top bracelet was the safest of the
alternatives."

"Not much into man play?"  Junior asked.

"Very much into it.  I just don't have much experience.  What I have done
is great!" Ram answered enthusiastically.  "I'm only 20 and willing to
learn."

"I'm 23 and have quite a bit of milage," Junior replied.  Junior was burly,
bearded and deeply tanned.  He was the same height as Ram, but twice the
weight.  He wasn't fat, but he wasn't thin either.  I had thought Junior
was 30.  The beard must have made him look older.  "I like to top too, but
my cock too thick for most guys.  That's what's nice about this place.
Some of the older guys are more experienced and more accommodating. "

Junior wasn't at all shy and he was fondling Ram's cock.  It was responding
as you would expect. It grew and became quite respectable.  Ram played with
my cock.  I had just shot off and I figured my cock was a lost cause, but
that didn't seem to bother Ram.  Ram was a Pre Med student and was
interested in Junior's theories about gay sex.

Then next time I glanced at Ram's cock it was way more than respectable.
Much to my surprise, my cock was reacting too.  My eyes met Ram's and I
knew he wanted to fuck me and I wanted to feel his cock in my ass.

Junior laughed.  "I've got the lube, let's stop being coy and get down and
dirty."

"I'm not sure." Ram murmured.  By then Junior was already coating Ram's
meat with lube.  I wanted to get fucked, but wasn't too enthusiastic about
doing it in public.  Somehow a minute later my legs were on Ram's shoulders
and Ram was easing his cock into my hole.  Ram was shy and cautious.  I
hadn't been fucked in a while.  Sometimes when a guy is trying to get in
your ass, you tighten up and fight it.

Ram's cock pushed in without effort.  It was a perfect hit.  I sighed in
pleasure.  Looking at Ram I saw his eyes were closed.  When they opened, he
saw me smiling.  I squeezed my ass to let him know I was fine.  He pulled
out and went back in again.

"I'm going to shoot!" he cried.  I could feel the tension on his body, he
was shivering, trying to hold back the orgasm.

"Let it go.  That's why we are here." I said.  Poor Ram didn't have any
choice by this time.  He twitched as he shot off.  When he stopped, I
started to contract my ass, milking the man seed from his cock.  Ram looked
as if he was going to cry; it felt that good.

He pulled out and Junior took his place.  That wasn't what I expected, but
I was in no position to object.  Junior was thick and long.  He was much
bigger than I had ever taken before, but I was so relaxed, it went in
easily.

He started to ram me hard.  "Slow up and smell the roses!" I whispered.  I
was annoyed.  Junior did as I asked.  My experience with Ram had been
beautiful.  Sex with Junior was plain old garden variety sex.  It turned
out to be very good garden variety sex.  When he slowed down and my ass got
accustomed to his thick tool, I got into it.

Junior came close to shooting several times, but I got him to hold back and
go slower.  That annoyed him, until he realized how good it felt.  He got
to the point when he could toy with my sphincter with his cock head for a
while then go deep.  He was good.  Junior was a quick learner when it came
to sex.  He started to watch me for my reactions and when he hit a good
spot he would come back for more.

Alvin entered to room.  "How's it going Junior?" he asked.

"Just fine Daddy.  Freddy is great." Junior replied.  "I've built up one
hell of a load.  Do you want to eat it, like usual?"  Alvin came over to
us.  Once you knew they were father and son, it was obvious.  Alvin was
stroking his cock.  It was identical to Junior's except Juniors was two
inches longer.  Alvin was hard, as was Ram who was standing next to us,
watching Junior's cock penetrate my ass.

"Be polite and ask Freddy where he wants it?"

"Whatever floats your boat," I said.

Alvin laughed.  "Why don't we compromise?  You start shooting in the hole
then pull out and unload."  Junior rammed me four or five times hard,
pulled out and sprayed us all with a spectacular load.  It looked like a
fountain there was so much cum.