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When Henry visited his uncle Damian, he spent hours in the library, flipping through mystery novels and, as he grew older, glancing at pictures of bodybuilders in magazines like Iron Man and Muscle Sculpture. He was intrigued by the locked door of a dark cabinet. For his 18th birthday, Henry received a key to that door, and holy fuck! he discovered the hottest friend of his life: Tom of Finland. Uncle Damian had a collection of vintage albums, magazines, pocket books and framed pictures that gave Henry an immediate hard-on.

Many of you know who is Tom of Finland, but for others, here is a brief note on one of the most recognized gay virtuosi. Born Touko Valio Laaksonen (May 8th, 1920 – November 7th, 1991), this Finnish artist created extremely masculinized homoerotic works, and influenced late 20th-century gay culture. Known by his pseudonym Tom of Finland, he produced some 3,500 illustrations over the course of four decades, mostly featuring men with exaggerated primary and secondary sex traits. His drawings and paintings show very handsome guys with impossibly huge cocks and damn fuckable buttocks.

At uncle Damian’s death, Henry inherited the entire library content. He kept the dark cabinet content for himself, and donated the rest to a public library. Henry struggled through university and finally got a master’s degree in business administration. On the campus, he attended a few meetings of the LGBT group and met a professor dressed in leather gear, sporting a huge pouch. It reminded him of pics in many of the vintage Tom of Finland albums. He invited him for a beer, and ended up drinking man juice. When professor Günter stretched out his legs in German knee-high pure leather riding boots ($1,000 US each), and picked up the Tom of Finland XXL album (666 pages, over 1,000 images, texts in English, French and German), Henry could not resist licking the shiny black leather and polishing it with his creamy jizz.

“As a young business man, you should open a Tom of Finland private club, said Günter; I could gather a host of men eager for sexual pleasures in a super manly environment.”

“We could have a leather section, a saloon-type bar, a uniform hub, a sling with a grease dispenser…”

“You’ve got the idea, Henry. I can help you select illustrations from this album and have them enlarged life-size to line the walls. A great way to invite customers to indulge their most kinky fantasies.”

On that note, Henry gets busy finding a discreet location in the outskirt of the city. He chooses a warehouse with a big 69 on the door. Priapus, the Greek god protector of male genitalia, is obviously on his side. The address is 69 Industry Road and 69 will be the outside name of the club. Once members will enter, a TOM OF FINLAND CLUB sign will greet them in bold black letters with a red Big Cock Members Only subtitle. To get a membership card, a man has to past a measurement test. Wearing a Nazi uniform and boots, Henry’s secretary orders the prospect to drop his pants. He caresses the virile appendix, like a soldier holding a bazooka, and Henry steps in to grab the gun and pump it. Once the rod is fully blown, the secretary uses his measuring tape to register the length and the girth. The passing threshold is 13 inches (33 cm) long and 4 inches (10 cm) in circumference. Cut members get a silver card (one free drink), and anyone over 15 x 5 inches receives a golden card (no cover charge).

There are always two or three men dressed has a policeman. And always some dude ready to beg for attention: “Arrest me, insert your baton to stretch my hole before shoving your monster dick in my hungry ass.” The policeman first does a body cavity search, as if he was looking for illegal drugs, money, jewelry or weapons. Mouth, penis and anus holes are combed through. As the owner, Henry doesn’t have to follow measurement requirements; his cock is rather medium size but his peachy ass stands out in a fucking hot way. He likes to display it in tight faded blue jeans, and have a policeman administer a spanking in front of all club members. Feeling a hand clad in leather banging his butt drives him crazy.

With each blow, the policeman’s cock hardens, and his libido goes up a notch. He handcuffs Henry to a steel bar, pulls down the tight jeans, and tongue-twists his way inside the shit hole to reach the yummiest rosebud. His saliva does not sufficiently lubricate the asshole, so he dips his police baton in Crisco and slides his weapon as far as possible. The stage is set for his 13.5-inch rod to pound Henry, to show him who’s the boss now. With each thrust, the sap rises, boils, and prepares to flood Henry’s fuck chute. The explosion of jizz is so powerful that the white gold drips down the buttocks of the boss. Hungry tongues flock to lick up the precious nectar.

Meanwhile, bodybuilders Evan and Ryan compare their prized muscles in front of mirror wall. The identical twin brothers lavishly show off their pumped biceps and their cantaloupe pecs, caressing and licking each others’ iron muscles. Encouraged by horny members, they kiss passionately while frotting their cock bulges in a mesh g-string. You can see that they both have a Prince Albert piercing, a horseshoe shape barbell inserted through the pee hole and out of the underside behind the head or mushroom. Henry’s secretary cheated when he registered the cock measurements of the twin bodybuilders. Evan and Ryan are far under the 13 x 4 inches threshold, but they compensate with the size of their pumpkin ass. The two identical hemispheres are simply divine!

A lumberjack and a construction guy join the twins for a hot illustration of what Tom of Finland would have drawn. The lumberjack sports a monster cock wrapped in tight jeans and highlighted by wader hip boots. The construction guy displays a tool belt but none of the instruments compare to the size of his screwdriver dick. While Evan sucks Ryan’s joystick, inflating it like a pneumatic toy, the lumberjack and the construction guy simultaneously knead Evan’s butt cheeks and take turn in sliding their stiff rod in the crack, triggering moans of pleasure at each cock slap. They smear the shit hole with a K-Y jelly and both enter their meat thermometer for a bareback double-fuck. Evans prefers this treatment to fist-fucking because the power, the energy, and the drive originate from a sexual rather than a manual organ.

Henry’s secretary sticks around, hoping to reap a few drops of sperm to shine his Nazi boots. The policeman has a better plan. Once Evan’s fuck chute has been double-flooded, he positions himself to felch ropes of white gold. Ryan also wants his pumpkin ass worshipped and treated in a way that Tom of Finland would have scripted. The construction guy and the lumberjack are thrilled to perform again their double hard and deep ass digging. This time, when Ryan finishes to pump Evan’s man juice, Henry’s secretary collects some of the white gold and parades in his German boots that have never shined so brightly. The twin bodybuilders experience the most fantastic feeling, that of being sandwiched and unable to move while two men both use a begging ass for their virile pleasure.

Every weekend, the Tom of Finland Club welcomes horny members, some dressed as a sailor, some in their biker gear. They all come to worship a huge cock, to fuck a hungry mouth and to honor a begging ass.