Date: Sun, 29 Sep 2013 18:19:03 -0400 (EDT)
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: The Evansville Men's Club

			 THE EVANSVILLE MEN'S CLUB
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
			WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM

     We drove to Evansville behind the moving van. I was sitting in the
back seat with a few boxes, and after looking back at my old neighborhood,
I had turned around and was sitting and watching the houses and trees go
by. Part of me was listening to Mom and Dad, but not too carefully, they'd
been talking about this sort of thing for some time and I'd heard it all
before, a lot.

     "I'm told the thing to do is for you and Jeff to join the Men's Club
there." Mom was saying. "It's supposed to be the essential social center
for men in Evansville. And I've been told that Evansville is just the thing
for our problem."

     "I don't see how." my father sort of grumbled that, instead of saying
it.

     "Really, Tom, you can give it a try, can't you?" my mother pressed
him. "If you want to save our marriage, the affairs have got to
stop. Spending time with other men is just the thing to help you get and
stay on the straight and narrow."

     "I'd be better spending more time with you if I want to stay on the
straight and narrow, don't you think?" Dad said.

     "I can't help it if things aren't working out like you wanted it." My
mother said in a tone that said she was tired of discussing it. "And we
have Jeffrey to think about."

     "But Darla, you can't expect me to...."

     But Mom had noticed I was listening and she broke in, "We'll talk
about this later." she said and Dad followed her "eye-toss" (you know, the
way a parent will gesture, look who's listening) to see me in the back
seat, and that ended the conversation. I went back to watching the
scenery. I didn't remember ever coming this way before, the houses thinned
out and then there weren't hardly any for a while, then they started in
again all of a sudden. "We're here." Mom said a short time later.

     The house was nice enough, I'd seen it before, though not with our
furniture and stuff in boxes in it the time I'd seen it before. The rest of
that day, I spent helping put my things away in my room, it's amazing how
much stuff you have, and it all has to go where you can find it again. I
mostly set up my new room the same way as my old, but I had to make do with
a three-drawer dresser instead of a shelf like I'd had before. Not
everything fit in there, of course, so I had to put things on the
windowshelf and in the closet and such. Then I went down to help with the
rest of the house. Mom was in the kitchen, putting away dishes and didn't
want my help, so I went to help Dad in the living room.

     Dad had been moving furniture, he'd taken off his shirt and was only
wearing a t-shirt that was soaked clear through. He finished moving the
couch into place and stood up, wiping his face with the back of his head,
then he reached down and stripped off his t-shirt. I stayed where I was and
looked at his body. My Daddy is such a big, strong man, he has this huge
chest all covered in hair and tipped with large oval nipples at his
breasts, then under that he has these huge bumps of stomach muscles in
pairs, I forget what they're calling, and the hair thins down to a small
line from his navel down into his pants. His legs, when I could see them
(not now, he was wearing some old chinos) were also very hairy like his
chest, a light brown fuzz, paler than the hair on his head. His chin was
strong and square-looking, cleft in the chin that made him look really
solid. He just radiated a sort of masculine virility that made me feel
funny inside when I looked at him. I knew the women around him often looked
at him and giggled to each other, and I know that sometimes, they did more
than giggle, and sometimes, he did it, too. So he and Mom were in trouble,
and this move to Evansville was supposed to be the way for him to stop
doing such things. He didn't see how, and neither did I...didn't Evansville
have women there, too?...but anyway, here we were.

     That was Saturday. Sunday night, Daddy and I got ready and we went
down to the Evansville Men's Club. I had to get dressed up in a suit and
tie that we were supposed to wear to the Club. Mine surprised me, the seam
was ripped out of the crotch and I'd been told to not wear any underwear
under it. I went to Daddy but he showed me that his own pants was missing
the fly and I saw, for the first time, when he pulled his pants open to
show me, the dark bush of his crotch and a small triangle of his prick. But
Mr. Beverly, who was Daddy's sponsor at the Club, was there and he said to
us, "You'll find out about these clothes when you get to the Club." He
looked at both of us. "All the clothes are like this, my own boy Chet wears
one just like it. You won't be letting your wife or mother wash or tend
these clothes, by the way, if they tear or need cleaning, you are to use
the laundry facility at the Club. You'll be issued lockers, you may want to
simply keep these clothes at the Club, that's what Chet and I do. We
changed into ours to come here."

     I looked at Daddy and he shrugged, equally mystified, said, "It's a
men's club, if they don't care if my whanger sticks out now and then, I
guess I don't." and I had to laugh at that. After all, standing up, you
couldn't see anything, the jacket was long enough to hide it entirely for
me and the pants on Daddy were cut in a way that let the fly stay closed by
itself.

     As Mr. Beverly was Daddy's sponsor, Chet was mine. He was a year old
than me, and nearly a head taller, and he had the nearly blond-colored
light brown hair his father did. Me, I had the much darker brown hair of my
mother. He came in as Daddy said his joke, and he laughed and put his arm
around my shoulders. "Nobody's going to care what they see in the Club." he
assured me. "In fact, you're going to find the clothes really handy."

     I was dubious but willing. I mean, all the kids I'd met had asked me
if I was going to be in the Club and when I told them I was, they all
laughed and snickered, but wouldn't answer my questions about why. All I
knew was that my job didn't sound that much fun. While I was in the Club, I
was to play the part of my father's personal servant. Fetch him drinks,
carry away his used glasses, bring him the paper or a book he asked for,
and such. It sounded dull and I said as much to a couple of the kids who'd
told me about this, but they'd just looked at each other and laughed
louder, and one said, "You'll find out!"

     So my mood as we went to the Club was one of mystified
willingness. Inside, I found that the Club wasn't all boring duties of
waiting on my father, if he allowed it, there was a swimming pool and all
sorts of games to play. Our fathers would be there, too, and we could play
with them or each other or the other daddies. Right now, it was empty,
everyone was in the other room with my Daddy, who was being initiated into
the Club.

     Then I had to be sworn into the Club, but the oath didn't tell me
anything I hadn't heard before from the kids. To serve my father at all
times and all ways in the club lounge area, and as he asked for it outside
of the lounge. I was to be helpful to the other men in the club and to my
fellow boys if they needed help in their own duties. And when that was
done, Chet said to me, "Now, Jeffrey, we need to make you ready for your
duties." He gestured to a low sort of rack. "Kneel down there and bend way
over. The rack will hold you up." They had to help me, but I ended up kind
of on all fours, feet and hands, with my butt highest up. "Now hold still,
this is going to hurt a little bit." And as I held onto the knobs on the
hand-rests, I felt him pushing something greasy and a smell of minty right
into my ass. I gasped, surprised, and then he squeezed something like a
squeeze bulb and more of it gushed into my butt. It felt like he was
squeezing me full of this minty grease and it felt really weird!

     "There you go, Jeff." Chet said proudly. "You're now ready to serve
your father as a junior member of the Club." And I raised myself up from
the rack, my butt squelching with the greasy stuff, and all the kids were
applauding.

     I was issued my serving tray and Chet was showing me the places where
they kept the drinks, with the bartender who mixed the alcoholic drinks to
order for the members, when the buzzer lit up and sounded. We turned our
heads to the board. And there was a light, right beside my name.

     "Your Daddy wants you." Chet said. And then a second buzzer, and
Chet's name light went on. "Let's go. Just watch me and do what I do."

     We went into the lounge and the men were all there, but they cleared a
row for Chet and me, and we went over to the central area, where large
comfortable chairs were arrayed around the fire. Two of them were
predominating, and they held my father and Mr. Beverly. I walked next to
Chet as we went up to them, me in front of Daddy and Chet in front of
Mr. Beverly and Chet said with a bow, "I am here to serve you."

     I did my own bow and said the same thing, and Mr. Beverly said, with a
gesture, "Come forward, son, and serve me well."

     My own father imitated the gesture, and I walked forward and stopped
in mid-kneel, on only one knee, when I realized what was going
on. Mr. Beverly reached into his pants and its open, uncloseable fly and he
pulled out his cock. It was swelling and getting hard as he did so and I
looked over at Daddy and he was reaching into his own fly. He fumbled and
pulled out his cock, and it was already hard.

     Chet walked over to his father and knelt down in front of him, and I
was in the act of doing the same for Daddy when I saw that Chet was
doing. He had leaned over and was sucking on his Daddy's cock! I goggled
when I saw how he had his mouth stretched open wide and was working his
lips and mouth up and down like it was the biggest, best candy he'd ever
had!

     "Son." came my father's call and I turned my eyes, wide, toward
him. Him and his own cock. It was narrower than Mr. Beverly's dick but
longer. The cockhead was a narrow tipped purplish bulb, like a strawberry,
where Mr. Beverly's was a larger, plum-shaped globe.

     I looked up again into my father's eyes. "Daddy?" I said to him, a
one-word question.

     "I won't make you do anything you don't want to do." he said to
me. "But you know how things are between your mother and me. I was
surprised, too, when they told me, I didn't know about it, either. But...if
I don't get some relief, I'm going to cheat on your mother again. And if I
do that and she catches me, she's going to divorce me. So I told myself,
I'll leave it all up to you. Say the word and I'll get up and we'll go out
that door. It's all up to you."

     So I looked back down at Daddy's cock, and then over at Mr. Beverly
and Chet. Chet was bobbing back and forth pretty fast now and Mr. Beverly
was making happy moaning sounds, like a kid licking an ice cream cone and
the ice cream is super good!

     Then back at Daddy's cock, and I leaned over and my lips touched
Daddy's cock. There was a sticky clear glob of ooze on it and the taste of
it was....wonderful. It tasted just like Daddy! Like all of him was inside
it, and I could taste it on my tongue, all the strength, all the love, all
the man.

     And I groaned myself and I dove down deeper. My mouth stopped a couple
of inches down and I stopped. How had Chet gotten his own daddy's bigger
cock down his throat?

     "You have to get your mouth worked up with spit." Chet advised me. He
was getting into his own daddy's lap, sitting straddle and facing his
father. "The wetness will help you get it in and out easier. And be careful
to keep your lips down past your teeth all the time, and not let them
scrape your daddy's dick when you slide up and down."

     I did as he said and soon I was getting it up and down a lot more and
a lot easier. Daddy was moaning happily, too, and around us, was the
murmuring sounds of the men watching me and Daddy and Mr. Beverly and Chet
as me and Chet pleased our daddy's. I heard the words, "perfect service"
over and over again. I was giving Daddy perfect service.

     Then I looked over at Chet again and how he was sitting on
Mr. Beverly's lap. Chet was bouncing up and down and Mr. Beverly was making
happy sounds like he had before. Like Chet was still sucking on him. There
was even the squishy sound as he moved up and down like with his lips.

     I realized what had to be happening and I let go of Daddy so I could
get a good look back at Chet's butt.

     I was right. So that was why the pants had that wide open seam in the
crotch. And the greasy stuff would let me take Daddy's dick all the way up
my butt without any problem, the same as my spit was doing for my mouth!

     I looked back at Daddy and he said, as if knowing my question, "Only
if you want to do it, Son."

     I grinned. "I want to do it, Daddy." And I climbed up onto the large
armchair to general murmurs of approval from the men watching, it sounded
like the river at night when I was lying in a bedroll waiting to go to
sleep. Slow, low, relaxing.

     The chair was big enough that I could straddle my Daddy completely. He
scooted down in the seat so that his cock was behind me a little and I felt
behind me, the hard prong throbbing as I gripped it and I looked into my
Daddy's eyes, and he smiled at me, his eyes soft with his pleasure and I
guided my Daddy's pulsing prick to my little puckerhole. I was right, the
greasy stuff that Chet had squirted into me made the fit as easy as it
could be.

     Daddy watched me, not moving, as I pushed myself down onto him, deeper
and deeper. His breathing increased as I got him further inside, and he was
feeling so good in there, his cock jerked and twitched like it was alive,
and that motion...it was doing something inside of me.

     I began to move back and forth and that pleasurable feeling inside me
got stronger. Like my Daddy's prick was brushing something inside, a little
knob, it felt like, sort of like the tip of my nipple when it's cold and
sticking out. Like my Daddy's nipples were doing right now, I could see
them under the shirt, like points.

     As I moved, I reached out and my fingers gripped my Daddy's nipple's
and I pinched at them, worked them. Daddy gasped, grunted, moaned as I
twisted them. "Harder, Son, harder!" he gasped as I worked them and I
gripped them so far between my fingers, I think I actually hurt him. But
Daddy just moaned and his hips began to thrust up at my ass.

     I let go and leaned forward. The feel of my Daddy's cock plunging in
and out of me by the force of my Daddy's hips, I was loving the way that
brushed that special place inside of me, and I wrapped my arms around him
and Daddy and I kissed, hard and Daddy groaned harder and he suddenly
grabbed both armrests on either side and he lifted the two of us bodily out
of the chair. I barely got my legs wrapped around his hips as he did this.

     "That's it, Tom, fuck your kid in mid-air!" someone spoke out. I
didn't know who, of course, even if I could see him. Some man watching my
daddy fuck me. One of many men watching my Daddy and me loving each other.

     I groaned and shuddered in my Daddy's embrace, and someone marveled,
"Yeah, he made his boy come, made him feel that pud, and feel it hard!"

     "Man, this kid's a natural!" another one chipped in. "I sure hope his
Daddy agrees to share him."

     Share me? I didn't know about that, me gasping in Daddy's arms while
his pud rammed in and out of me. It was so good, even now that my passion
had struck me, mauled me, and let me go. My Daddy's face was a rictus of
delight, his mouth gaping wide and his eyes nearly closed, but fastened
upon me, his son as he fucked my ass, like he had to see it was me, not
some woman he had picked up and which he was loving but shouldn't, I was
his son, he loved me for myself as well as for the pleasure my body gave
him, and his joy was welling up, his face darkening as he moaned out his
delight.

     "Oh, Daddy!" I moaned to him. "It feels so good, Daddy, so good!"

     "Oh, baby, I'm going to come, baby, I'm going to shoot it right up
your ass. Can I do that to you, baby, can I come in your butt?"

     "Yeah, Daddy, oh, yeah!"

     "Oh, oh, oh, here it comes, baby, here it comes! Ah, gah-ah-hah, ah,
GAH-AH-AH-AHHHH!"

     And I threw my head back and my own climax shook me again, suddenly,
out of the blue, borne of the knowledge that my Daddy was feeling this at
the same time, and I shuddered as he bounced me up and down and then I felt
it.

     My Daddy's come. I hadn't understood it, this shooting it up my ass,
but now I did, for the hot, salty spunk was pouring up into me, sticky and
dribbling back down his cockshaft and I felt it drizzling out of my ass,
smelt it hot and musky and virile and alive.

     Daddy's face was red from the exertion and I think mine was well as I
pressed his sweat-soaked face to my own, and the sweaty smell of him filled
my nostrils.

     "Better sit down, Mr. Griffin, before you fall down." advised
Mr. Beverly. He was standing beside us, as was Chet, and my Daddy staggered
back and he helped Daddy sit down and then Mr. Beverly's arms pulled me off
my Daddy's cock and I felt the gush of spunk as my butt was unplugged,
releasing the salty spunk until my sphincter managed to close again.

     "That's the end of the initiation." Mr. Beverly said. "You're now full
members of the club. You can come by any time you like, with or without
your son, and enjoy the club. And your son, too, you can come by and swim
after school or play games with your friends. And with the men, too, if you
want to."

     "Like with Daddy?" I asked, and the men laughed.

     "That's optional, but we hope you both feel ready to share with the
other members of the club. It's what binds us all together. The women have
their own club, it focuses on clothes and shopping and such like, maybe
they do each other, probably not. The goal here is to have fun, and the
less our wives know about what goes on inside these walls, the
better. Outside, we all are loyal fathers and husbands. Inside...well, it's
different."

     "We have a few more hours before your Mom expects us home." Daddy said
to me. "What say you and me hit that pool. No swimsuits required, and I
could use a cool dip."

     "Me, too." I grinned at Daddy.

     We walked out the door. Around us, the other fathers were summoning
their own sons to serve them. I had a feeling the pool was going to get
awful crowded pretty soon. But for now, I decided Daddy was my only man!

     Daddy fucked me again in the pool and we weren't the only ones doing
that. I began to wonder just how much actual swimming went on in this pool,
I know I didn't get much swimming done.

     Mom was still up, unpacking the last of the boxes when we got
back. She looked from me to Daddy and said, "So how was the club?"

     "It was great!" I said with a big grin.

     "It sure was. I think Jeff and me are going to be spending a lot of
our spare time there from now on." Daddy agreed.

     "All your spare time?" Mom asked and I knew she wasn't talking about
spare time exactly, if you know what I mean.

     "All of it." Daddy agreed. "I'll be too busy with Jeff to think about
any other extracurricular activities."

     "Well." Mom said with a relieved smile on her face. "My therapist was
right. The Evansville Men's Club is going to solve all our marital
problems."

     "It sure will." Daddy said.

				  THE END
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