The Club

An Introduction to the Brotherhood of The Club

You haven't heard of The Club? Well, a short background.

In pagan times, men made ritual sacrifices to the god of prosperity and fertility. His name was Freyr. (Look him up. He’s real.) They made their sacrifices twice a year. In spring to pray for the fertility of their crops, and in fall to thank Fryer for the prosperity with which he blessed them. These Brothers considered themselves instruments of the gods. As producers of human seed, men were participants of the god’s creation here on earth. It was up to them to show their sacred seed upon the land, thus giving it the power of gods granted to human men.

Each year, the Brothers gathered in the middle of the night during the Spring or Fall Equinox. They formed a large circle around a fire, dressed in nothing but a mask to cover their faces. Their leader began the sacred chant and started to dance around the fire. The Brothers followed his lead.

As their dancing got more and more fevered, their arousal heightened as well. They continued their ritual masturbation with great fervor until they could no longer hold back. Their bodies exploded in orgasmic ecstasy, spilling their god-given sacred seed out upon the land. Thus, they blessed it with their offerings.

When the Christians came to convert the heathens, The Club went underground and remains so till this day. Their secrets have been kept for centuries. When the Brothers immigrated to America, they brought this tradition with them. The men in this series of stories are all members of that secret brotherhood, The Club.

Bathroom Cleaning - Mattias Meets Cormac Quinn

The Professional Building Downtown, Tuesday, April 12, 1:46 pm

Mattias recently moved his family up to Millside Falls from Minneapolis, where he had a small job in a big company. Here, it's just the opposite, a big job in a small company. He liked the variety of work, his decision making power, and best of all, the people were terrific. These new challenges kept him focused. He had to learn things quickly, and readily apply them. Besides the work, this small town was great for his family. His wife and kids loved it here.

The biggest drawback for him was not having any connections to other members of The Club up here. That always took awhile since membership was secret. And man was he horny all the time. Having a regular pal to release with was what he really needed right about now. But no such luck. At least not yet.

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The professional building downtown, where Mattias worked, had four floors of men, in various offices. You can throw in a secretary or two, but the vast majority of the tenants of the building were men. Unbeknownst to Mattias, plenty of connections were made every day somewhere in the building, at one place or another, like the hallways, the elevator, the coffee shop off the lobby, and of course, when needs must, the Men’s Restroom.

The building was set up so that the larger businesses took up the four corners of each floor. The smaller offices lined the hallways between. In the center of each floor were the elevators, the stairwells, various storage closets for the cleaners, and the restrooms. The men's restroom was on the south side and the women's lounge on the north. (Notice the gals has a "lounge.”)

Each of the large businesses in the corner offices had separate private restrooms for their clients as well as a small one for employees. But of course, none of the smaller offices had their own restrooms. They all had to use the building’s public ones. It was there that you ran into all kinds of people, all the time. No privacy. You basically went in, did your business, and left. No lounging around. No taking a cigarette break. No chats with friends. And certainly, not anything else.

Except on this particular day.

It was a busy afternoon, after a hurried lunch, that Mattias needed to relieve himself of the three cups of coffee he had had with his meal. He rounded the corner on his way to the Men’s Room and bumped into another man hurrying by.

“She’s in there cleaning,” the man called out.

“Damn! Where else can we go?” said Mattias, venting a little of his frustration.

"Well you can go down or up to one floor," the man said. But when he saw Mattias' eyes popping out of his head, he knew the younger man needed to go now. "Or... Hell just follow me." He grabbed hold of Mattias' shirt sleeve and pulled him along. "The businesses in the corner offices all have restrooms. We’re just not supposed to use them. They are reserved for their clients’ use only.” Then he gave Mattias a big smile and added, “But nobody around here knows you yet, so you can walk right in. You can be a new client.”

“Thanks, man,” Mattias said gratefully as they hurried down the hall. “I shouldn’t have drunk so much coffee at lunch.”

“That'll teach you," teased the older man.

They arrived at the corner office and the man pulled open the door. He motioned Mattias to follow him. "Hiya Mable! How're tricks?"

Mable giggled and blushed a little. “Oh you know, same ol’ same ol’ Mr. Quinn.” When he walked directly up to her, she looked left and right to see who might be around. When she saw no one, she whispered, “I supposed you caught the cleaning lady in the Men’s Room again, didn’t you?”

“That’s it in one, Mable,” Mr. Quinn replied. He pointed his finger toward the side hallway, where he knew the men’s room was, waving a finger at himself and Mattias.

“Make it quick now. You don’t want me to get into trouble do you?” Mable said in her stage whisper.

Heading down that hallway, walking backward, Mr. Quinn teased, "I think trouble likes to find you, Mable." Then he waved back at her, grabbed Mattias, and hurried down the small, darkened passage. “She’s a peach. I’ll introduce you to her on our way back out.”

It seems this hallway leads to files, storage, and a janitor's closet. It didn't seem the right place for a client's restroom. But Mr. Quinn clarified as he opened the door, "This is the one for employees. That's why it's so dark." He waved Mattias into the room. As he followed Mattias in, he said, “You don’t mind sharing do you?”

At first, Mattias didn't know what he meant until he saw the restroom was meant for one man at a time. There was a john, a sink with a mirror over it, and a waste can. That’s it.

'At this point, I just gotta go so bad,' Mattias said to himself. Then he shrugged at Mr. Quinn and said, "No problem here." He stepped up to the toilet, unzipped, pulled himself out, and let fly.

Mr. Quinn sidled up next to him and did the same. By the whooshing sound the two men made, you could tell that getting here was an urgent need for both of them. Mattias looked down at his streaming piss then over at the man standing next to him and smiled as his fire hose whizzed up a storm next to him. “Guess you needed to go as bad as I did.”

Mr. Quinn grinned back. Once he saw that Mattias had to have looked down at him to say that, he decided to check out the view as well. He was hoping to get a good look at what the younger man had going on down there. Mattias held himself out and away from his body so he wouldn’t splash his suit trousers.

Quinn on the other hand was one of those men who let his hang there all by itself. It had enough weight to it so’s not to need a hand. It also had a nice bend to it, so it naturally arched slightly. Quinn arched his back, even more, ensuring his stream emptied in the bowl and not anywhere else. The gesture also showed off his substantial endowment.

Mattias noticed it alright. He took in the welcome sight of a long, thick prick pissing to beat the band next to him. As he gazed intently at Mr. Quinn, his stream slowly dissipated. Mattias watched the older man clench his ass as he produced the last few and final squirts. Then there was something that surprised Mattias. Quinn made no move to shake off any drips or to pack himself away. He let it lay there.

Mattias shifted his focus and looked back down on himself and what his was doing. No matter where his eyes might wander during his urination, he always checked himself out after a pee. He squeezed out a few final squirts, shook it, and let the dribbles fly off. As he was about to pack himself away, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye.

What Quinn had simply left hanging there a moment ago, was no longer hanging. No. It was much fuller, thicker, longer, and rising steadily, sticking straight out, pointing up at the wall. Mattias was nervous now. Not sure what to do. But then he thought, 'This could be just what the doctor ordered.' And of course, his prick had already responded speedily to the sight. He grinned and let it.

Continuing to stare over at Quinn the whole time, Mattias took away his hand. He placed both behind his back, then arched it. Before too long, he filled out and was fully erect too. He checked himself out then returned his glance over at Mr. Quinn’s. He gasped. He couldn’t believe how the length of the man’s cock had grown. And in such a short time! The man was huge. It wasn't much longer than what Mattias had between his legs, but man, it was easily twice as thick.

Mr. Quinn reached over, took hold of Mattias' engorged cock, and began stroking it. "You don't mind do you?" he asked in a deep husky voice. Mattias couldn't say anything. He merely nodded in response. He hadn’t expected anything like this to happen.

Quinn turned to face him and with his free hand started tugging on Mattias' ball sack. Then suddenly without saying a word, he squatted down next to Mattias and took all of that erection into his mouth and down his throat. He worked it like the expert he was. Quinn never slowed or let up, but kept adding more and more intensity to what he was doing. Mattias squirmed, trying to stay balanced as the pleasure rose from his toes all the way up his body. 

After only a short while, Quinn knew Mattias was about to blow. His scrotum began to shrink up and pull those full balls in tightly. He then heightened his sucking action even more. It didn’t take much more before he was rewarded with the explosion of warm, sweet man-seed erupting from Mattias’ already softening penis.

Mr. Quinn leaned away from Mattias’ stunned body and stood. His cock still protruded from his suit pants. But it was no longer hard, like before, but still, not quite soft enough to be tucked back in place either. Mattias gazed down at the floor and saw where Quinn had made his own deposit. Glancing back up into Quinn’s face, Quinn smiled and asked him, “You want a taste before I clean up?”

There was no hesitation on Mattias’ part. He wanted to let the man know he was up for this again. And in appreciation, he leaned over and bent down taking Mr. Quinn’s cock into his mouth. It tasted tangy and a bit salty. He slurped his tongue around the length, then the crown, cleaning all the drops that clung to him after his orgasm.

When Mr. Quinn’s prick popped out of those full lips, he tucked himself away, zipped up, then straightened his tie and jacket. He grabbed some paper towels and bent down to wipe up the floor, then the sink. Mattias put himself back together as well. He splashed some water on his face to cool down a little.

Quinn smiled over at Mattias and said, “I’m glad I judged that one right.”

Mattias chuckled and said, “Me too. Thanks, Mr. Quinn.”

Holding out his hand, he responded, “Call me Cormac, Mr...”

“Mattias.”

“Glad to meet you.”

“Likewise.”

They shook hands. Ah... That confirmed it. All was clear to Mattias now. They shook the way the Brothers do. Mattias grinned. ‘Finally,’ he thought, 'a man after my own heart.’ More likely, his cock.