The Otoko Social Club

Owen heard Graham stir then ease out of bed. He slowly opened his eyes and watched him, just a dark silhouette slipping on a T-shirt. Then Graham went to his desk picking up something, probably his wallet and cellphone, then Owen heard him pick up his keys, the jangling loud in the silence of the room. At the door, Graham slipped on sandals then eased out.

Where is he going? Owen wondered once again. He had woken in the middle of the night for three weeks only to find Graham gone. Not on a regular basis, but enough to be noticeable. A Friday and Saturday night one weekend, then a Wednesday or a Monday night, nights before a day with no classes the next morning.

When Graham came back, he had no idea, always falling asleep before his return. But when he woke the next morning, Graham would be in his bed sound asleep.

Owen was tempted to get up, slip on some clothes, and rush out to follow him. But he continued to lay there until he knew it would be too late to do so. He rolled over knowing it was best he gets some sleep, but he laid awake a long time wondering what Graham was up to so late at night.

 

It was Friday night, and the dorm floor had been insane. Guys horsing around, Jack and Rusty doing a marathon of a new video game, their exclamations ringing out when someone fucked up or one made a major discovery allowing them to proceed to the next level. Jerry down the hall had led a group out to some sports bar, coming back around midnight loud and boisterous. It would be nearly two in the morning before the floor settled down.

Graham had been out with friends for dinner and had gotten back before Owen, who had been at another dorm playing video games with his friends. By twelve thirty, the two of them were in for the night with their door shut to keep others from coming in disturbing them. Graham was in bed first, as if a message to Owen to do the same.

Owen climbed into bed and lay there wondering if Graham would sneak out. On weekends, it was always really late when he heard him stir around and ease out, and he wasn’t disappointed when he heard Graham move, then saw the dark silhouette of covers thrown back, Graham sitting up, motionless for a minute. Then Graham slid off the bed to his feet, got dressed and slipped out. Owen jumped up, slipped on a pair of shorts and tank top he had ready, and gave pursuit.

The elevator doors closed when he came out into the corridor. The front door was closing when he came out of the stairs into the lobby. When he eased out the front door, he saw Graham turning the corner of the building, following the sidewalk they used to go into town on the north side of campus.

Owen followed Graham, through the dorm complex, then crossed the street going into town. It was the section of town that had businesses facing the campus, mostly restaurants and bars, but within two blocks there was a change. Used car lots, a pawn shop, then small warehouses, some operating one business, some with several businesses that were only a few employees each, and then there were some empty with lease signs posted on doors or out front among the tall grass and weeds. And it was in this section of town keeping to the shadows and ducking out of sight at the first indication Graham may look back, that Owen followed him.

Graham led him north along Martin Street, pass Northview Drive, then left on Edgewood Avenue. Just one block over, Graham turned on Holden Drive. On the corner sat an empty office-warehouse, the office windows boarded up. A tall chain link fence ran along Edgewood and Holden, razor wire along the top to keep only the most determined from climbing over it. Owen noted how the building sat close to the roads, its dock doors behind it. Up ahead he saw Graham slowing and he ducked behind a tree where he could watch unnoticed in its dark shadow where the dim streetlight didn’t reach. Graham looked back, then stepped up to the fence, pulling it open where it was cut or not secured, and slipped onto the property.

Owen watched him move quickly around the end of the building out of sight, then gave pursuit, rushing down the broken and fragmented sidewalk until at the place where Graham had slipped through the fence. It was obvious, even in the dim light how the fence was not secured on one side of a fence post, and he pulled it back and slipped through as Graham had done. He was nearing the building when he heard voices behind him. He slipped along the front wall, until behind overgrown shrubs and gave watch as the voices drew near.

Two guys he didn’t know went straight to the fence where they could slip through. Owen watched them, both dressed as if going for a jog with tank tops and running shorts, but neither were sweaty. They had come straight to this place. Once the two guys were around the end of the building and Owen could no longer hear them, he let out a deep breath, relieved not to have been discovered. Then he waited, almost afraid to follow. What were they doing back there? He tried to imagine some innocent reason for this late-night rendezvous, but all he could think of was they were doing drug deals or just doing drugs themselves. But that made no sense when he considered Graham. Then he considered their late-night meeting could be about sex. He tried to imagine Graham having sex at an abandoned warehouse, but it didn’t compute. Not Graham, the last person he would expect to do such a thing. But doing drugs was more outlandish, for Graham didn’t even drink much.

After a few long minutes, Owen finally moved out of his hiding place and made his way around the building.

At the rear, he could just make out the long dock with a sagging canopy over it, the ground littered with pallets, crates, and trash, and on the end nearest a set of steps leading up to the dock. He eased up them, across the dock to a man door that was slightly ajar. Listening at the gap, he thought he heard something but then it might just have been his imagination running away with him. He eased the door open, slowly, preventing it from squeaking, then slipped into the interior. He expected it to be dark and much of the warehouse space was in darkness, but toward the back of the room, a light. It was small and sitting on the floor illuminating a path from the door back to it.  The light gave the space a sense of being occupied by someone despite the total silence.

Owen felt his heart racing, not sure if it was fearing being caught or excited by what his roommate and those other guys could be doing here. He moved toward the light until standing over it. It was a small battery powered light and looking to his left, he saw two more that would lead him across the warehouse space to a door on the far wall. He knew from how the exterior was laid out the door had to lead to the reception for the office area. The door had a window and it looked dark with no movement behind it. He moved toward it, his stride faster than before, confident no one was watching from the room beyond.

The door was ajar, revealing the reception area, a desk, and some chairs still in the space but all pushed together in the middle of the room. Sitting on the floor somewhere on the other side of the desk was another light for its beam shined across the floor toward a hallway in the wall to the left.

The door squeaked when he pulled it open, and he stood frozen listening out for someone to come investigate. At first, he didn’t hear anything, but then a man’s cry out, then a sound he couldn’t make out. The guys were nearby, and he rushed into the room and to the entrance to the hallway. It was almost totally dark on the far end, except for light spilling out of the door straight ahead. Down each side were dark doorways, the doors standing open. It seemed like a trap, a perfect place for someone to hide, but then he felt foolish for letting his imagination run wild and proceeded toward the door at the end of the hall.

Owen stood in shock at the door as he peered into the room. He expected to see the guys fucking around, but to actually see it, to see a guy on his knees sucking cock and another laying on a desk, naked, legs held up by a guy fucking him made it all too real. He held tight to the door and eased it open hoping it didn’t squeak alerting the guys of his presence. He swung the door open wide enough to see the whole room. It was one large office space with two desks, several chairs, an empty bookcase, and file cabinets along one side wall. It was dimly illuminated by one light on the floor aimed straight up reflecting off the suspended ceiling that was missing a third of its panels, the dark void above absorbing some of the light. But the thing Owen noticed the most was the guys.

Graham was the one fucking a guy on the desk. His tall lean body moving in that familiar way, the movement of a man fucking. The ass cheeks flexed, and the back undulated with each thrust at the hips driving cock into the guy on the desk. The guy on the desk moaned and stroked his own cock as Graham hammered his ass. He held his head up looking up at Graham.

 

“Fuck me, fuck me,” the guy uttered.

Owen recognized him, a guy from one of his classes. He had found him attractive with thick wavy black hair and dark brown eyes and dimples that framed his mouth when he smiled. Now he saw him in a new light, one more real than any of his fantasies, as Graham began to fuck so hard the sound of flesh smacking against flesh echoed in the room.

The guy down on his knees sucking cock was one of the two that had came in after Graham and the one getting sucked was a guy he had never seen before. Movement in the far corner and he saw the other guy that had come in behind Graham, on his knees in a chair holding the back of it while getting fucked. The guy fucking was dark skinned, Latino or Greek or some other nationality, and he held the other guy by the shoulders while hammering his ass.

Six guys. Six guys fucking.

It was all Owen could process at first, then he really began to watch, eyes going from Graham to the cocksucker on his knees then to the guy in the chair. He watched how two of the guys moved with their fuck and one bobbing his head back and forth sucking cock. It aroused him, made his cock stretch out until feeling confined. He tugged on it as he watched Graham step back, hard cock hovering in front of him as the guy on the desk climbed off, then lay over it on his stomach. The guy reached back and spread his ass. Graham moved to him quickly, plunging into his depths and renewed their fuck. Then the guy getting suck moaned, cried out, and holding his sucker’s head, pumped a load into his mouth. Owen watched how the guy shuddered and jerked and the other one swallowed wad after wad. And he worked his hand down inside his shorts touching his own growing erection.

“You need some help with that?” came a voice from his right.

Owen turned, shocked to see another guy, one he knew from his dorm. A guy from the floor below who came up to play video games with Graham and some of the other guys.

“Colin…Paterson…what are you-“

“What are you doing here, Owen Mitchell?” Colin cut him off, and even in the dim light, his white teeth shined through his smile.

Colin Paterson, music major from Lexington, Kentucky, average height, five feet nine or so, with a lean body, one now on full display, down to the curved cock sticking straight out. Owen pictured him from times in the dorm, shirtless most of the time revealing the small nipples and a body lean and fit. He knew Colin jogged and rode a bike to stay in shape and now he knew Colin was nicely hung as he stared at the curved cock with its flared head.

“I…I just followed Graham to see where he was going?”

“And?”

“And…what?”

“Do you want to join The Otoko Social Club?”

“The Oto…the what?”

Colin laughed drawing the attention of the others.

“Owen!” Graham exclaimed.

“Relax, he’s good,” said Colin, stepping up close to him.

Owen stared into the eyes he knew were green as he felt a hand reach out and fondle his growing cock.

“You’re good, right Owen?” Colin whispered.

Owen felt like he should pull away, that he should take off and go back to the dorm. But he looked around the room and knew he wanted to be there, to be a part of the sex between the guys. He looked at Colin and moaned as the hand worked his cock until the head was sticking out of the waistband of his shorts.

“Yes,” Owen uttered, shivering at the feel of bare fingers moving over the head of his cock. He closed his eyes and for just a minute allowed himself to focus on just the feeling of being touched by another. The fingers moved over his cock, rubbed over the slit, and slipped down its length, pushing his shorts and boxers down. He felt them land around his feet. He felt his nudity from the waist down, and how the cool night air felt like it was caressing his skin. A hand came to the back of his neck, and he opened his eyes to see Colin leaning toward him and he knew it was to kiss, and he closed his eyes as lips touched his own.

They kissed as moans and exclamations and soft urgent pleadings came from the others. They kissed and stroked each other, Owen touching another cock for the first time, as Graham cried out with his release. They pushed their cocks against each other, then Colin kissed down his neck, over his chest, until sucking hard on one nipple making him cry out as another guy cried out in release.

Colin pulled back and took Owen by the hand. “Let’s go over here,” said Colin, and Owen stepped out of his shorts and let Colin led him to the other desk. Colin turned and leaned his ass against it and pulled Owen to step up close. “Lose the shirt,” said Colin, lifting Owen’s tank top by the waist.

Owen raised his arms letting Colin remove the tank top then watched it get tossed on the floor. He stood naked, cock sticking straight out, feeling his masculinity. Feeling his sex.

“Will you suck me?” asked Colin.

Owen didn’t reply for going to his knees answered the question. He took Colin in hand as he pressed his nose into the abdomen. He inhaled Colin’s scent, masculine, the skin giving off the odor of one who has exerted themselves to the point of sweating. He licked the skin, then turned his head and licked the head of the cock. He swirled his tongue over it, bored his tongue into the slit, then put his lips over the head and pushed forward, taking his first cock.

He worked his mouth down the cock as far as he could, feeling the wide flared head at the back of his throat. He moved his lips along the curved shaft until only the head was in his mouth and he tongued it until Colin moaned and took a hold of his head. He submitted to Colin, let him work that cock through his lips until it was a fuck. He choked and slobbered around that cock until it drooled down his chin.

“Suck him, suck him off,” said Graham somewhere to his side.

“Yeah, such him off,” came the voice of the guy Graham had fucked. It was close, right next to his left ear. Then he felt hands on his waist, lips touching the back of his neck, then a cock press against his ass.

“Jacob, no you don’t; I get him first,” said Colin.

Owen was pulled to his feet, and he saw Graham and who he now knew was Jacob next to him, Jacob still on his knees. Colin turned him until he was backed up against his chest and the curved cock nestled between his ass cheeks. He felt a hand on his cock and saw Colin toying with him, then waving it in Jacob’s face.

“Jacob, suck him,” said Colin.

Owen watched his cock slip into Jacob’s mouth. He shivered with the feel of it as his cock disappeared between the lips then came back into view, over and over, as Jacob fell into a steady rhythm. Owen heard moans to his left and looked over to see Graham and two of the other guys kissing and stroking each other’s cocks. He could see the other two guys clearly now, the one from the chair a dirty blonde with a hairy chest and long straight cock and metal glinting from both nipples, and the other, the one with dark skin was a smooth muscular man that was shorter than Graham and the other man. When lips moved along his shoulder and the mouth moved faster on his cock, he turned his focus back to Jacob sucking it.

He was growing so aroused he was breathing hard and starting to work his hips trying to push his cock deeper into the sucking mouth. He shuddered with his growing arousal and pushed his ass back on the hard cock pressed against it. Colin held his arms at the elbows and pulled them back. Held in place, Owen felt Jacob move on his cock with such urgency, he knew he would come soon.

“Fuck,” Owen cried out.

Colin pushed against his ass and in turn shoved his cock into Jacob’s mouth until it choked him. Jacob grabbed Owen’s cock around the base as he let Colin set the pace of the mouth fuck Owen was giving him.

“I’m going to come,” Owen uttered breathlessly as he let Colin work his body.

“Yeah, feed that bitch your load,” exclaimed Colin. “He wants it,” he whispered into Owen’s ear.

“Fuck!” Owen cried out, then shuddered with release. He pumped wad after wad into the suctioning mouth until finally spent. He shivered with sensitivity as Jacob sucked and swallowed around his cock until Colin let him pull back and free.

He was still so aroused his cock bobbed up and down in front of him, then drooled one final bead of cum. He wanted more. He wanted to experience so much more. Suddenly Colin was maneuvering him around until he was backed up to the desk. A gentle push on the chest and he lay back, willingly, holding up his legs for Colin.

“Yeah, you want it, don’t you,” whispered Colin as he held each leg by the ankle. He spread the legs wide apart and moved closer raking his drooling cock wetly across the ass.

Owen held the edge of the desk feeling Colin’s cock rub over his ass. He looked over at Graham, bent over sucking the blonde’s cock while the other guy fucked his ass. He looked down his naked body, past his cock hovering hard and thick over his abdomen, to Colin’s bare chest and stomach. He looked up at the dark silhouette knowing Colin was looking down at him.

“Fuck me.”

Owen knew Colin smiled, could sense it by the way the head moved. Then Colin pushed his legs over and down to his chest while pressing against his ass. The cock pressed against his tightness, then moved upward pushing over his tightened sac and along the side of his own cock. Then fingers touched him, rubbed over his tight hole, then one breached its tightness and sank into him. He looked down and saw it was Jacob, still on his knees, right next to Colin and knew who those fingers belonged to him.

“I’ll loosen him up,” said Jacob as he worked the finger in Owen.

Colin pulled back and Jacob leaned in between them until Owen felt a tongue working his ass. Up and down the tongue dragged along it, then the finger was back inside him. Then two. Finally, three fingers worked his wet hole.

“Move, move Jacob, let me get inside him,” said Colin.

Flesh smacking against flesh echoed in the room. Graham moaned and grunted around cock as another cock hammered his insides. On the other desk, the other two guys Owen had momentarily forgotten about, but now he watched them fucking, one sitting on the other’s cock moving up and down.

“Jesus, fuck,” someone exclaimed.

Then Owen closed his eyes and shuddered at the penetration of his ass. Colin pushed cock slowly through his tightness, sinking inch after inch into him. He held tight to the desk as he thought of the cock being buried in his ass, then moaned as Colin pressed against his ass knowing he had taken every fucking inch.

The hands pushed down on his legs pressing his thighs so tight to his chest that his breathing was difficult, then the cock was moving inside him. A tug outward then a push inward, over and over, until the sound of flesh smacking against flesh was their fuck.

With eyes closed, Owen relaxed to Colin’s fuck, felt his own growing arousal with the feel of it, how cock bore into his depths. How Colin banged against his ass, and the desk squeaked as it rocked beneath them. Then something touched his face, and he opened his eyes to see the dark-skinned guy with his smooth chest and baby face and dark eyes rubbing a wet leaking cock across his face. Across his cheeks and nose, then over his lips, and he parted them taking the cock. As Colin fucked his ass, the other guy fucked his mouth. He tilted his head further back enabling him to take more of the cock.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” said Jacob standing by the desk stroking his own cock.

“Who is this?” asked the guy fucking Owen in the mouth.

“Graham’s roommate, Owen,” Colin replied.

“Hey Owen, I’m Juan.” Sarcastic, jokingly, then Owen felt hands rubbed each side of his face, then hold his head in place as Juan increased the pace of his fuck. “Jesus, I’m going to come again.”

Owen felt the cock moving over his tongue suddenly hold still, swell thicker, then fill his mouth with cum. Spurt after spurt blasted the inside of his mouth until he had to swallow. Juan shuddered then slowly pulled back until only the head remained in his mouth. He sucked it, drawing out the last of Juan’s cum.

“Jesus, stop!” Juan exclaimed.

Colin pushed down on his legs and slammed into his ass, shuddering with his own release.

“Take me…take me,” Colin uttered breathlessly.

Then cum rained down on the two of them, and Owen saw it was Jacob, stroking a spurting cock with his hand a blur.

 

Colin was on hands and knees on the floor with two of the guys fucking him. Graham was fucking Juan on a desk as Jacob moved up behind him to join in the fun by fucking him at the same time.  It left Owen with one of the guys he didn’t know but he knew he was about to fuck him. Laid back on the other desk with legs over his shoulders, the guy was laid out before him. He raked his cock over the leaking ass, other’s cum making it slick and wet. He looked down at the body until into the face staring back.

“I’m Owen.”

“I know. I’m Daniel. Now fuck me.”

Owen smiled then pushed cock all the way inside of Daniel. One brutal shove that buried every inch inside of him. Daniel cried out then lay back with arms stretched out to either side clutching the sides of the desktop.

“Fuck…fuck…fuck me,” Daniel uttered.

Owen lost himself to their fuck, conscious of only Daniel, everyone else forgotten. He savored the feel of his cock moving inside of him, how it slipped slickly through the loosened opening and sank into the warmth of his hole. He pumped his hips, moved with desire and lust, wanting it to last forever.

As moans and grunts and pleadings filled the room, Owen felt his own desire to cry out, a need to give expression to how he felt.

“Goddamn, take me,” he uttered as he shoved into Daniel’s depths, pushed the legs down until he was over Daniel the way Colin had been over him. Thighs pressed to the chest and his hands behind the knees holding them down. He shifted his feet and began to fuck with long hard strokes. Tugging outward until nearly slipping free, then the shove inward until smacking against the ass, over and over, until sweat cascade down his face and chest and the scent of sex and cum and sweaty bodies seemed overpowering. Then he buried his cock in Daniel and shuddered and slammed against the upturned ass with every ejaculation as he pumped out his load.

 

The guys were rinsing off using bottled water and paper towels they had stashed in the room, then getting dressed. Owen had felt self-conscious at first, but was quickly put at ease, especially by Jacob and Juan who joked around with him making him feel a part of their little group. He watched the guys get dressed looking at their bodies and smiling faces, now knowing the names of all of them. The two guys he saw coming in behind Graham were Michael and Paul, and he looked around the room reminding himself of the names of the others. Colin, Jacob, Daniel, and Juan, considering each one. Those he had sex with and those he wished he had done so, none more than his roommate Graham.

He'd been hesitant to approach Graham, and no one let him wait for long for another partner. Now that they were sated, cocks unable to get hard again, their last sex resulting in cum just dribbling from them. He tugged on his tank top, then brushed the dirt from the front where someone stepped on it.

“Hey guys, we’re out of here,” said Paul as he followed Michael out the door.

“Colin, you got the lights?” asked Graham as he moved up next to Owen.

“Yep.”

“I’ll help him,” said Jacob as he secured his cargo shorts.

Juan came up to Graham and kissed him, then turned to Owen, surprising him with a kiss. “I’ll see you guys’ next time. Hey, Daniel you ready to head back to the dorm?”

Owen watched them head out, then saw Graham shift into his line of sight.

“You want to head back to the dorm?” asked Graham.

“Sure, let’s go.”

 

The dorm loomed large in front of them as they approached, the exterior lights illuminating the perimeter of the first floor, its landscaped areas, and sidewalks. Owen had walked silently by Graham for the last half of their journey, wondering how to ask Graham what their sharing a room would be like now that he knew about the little social club of guys getting together for sex.

“What is it?” asked Graham.

“I was just wondering…what you think of me.”

“Think of you? I admit I considered approaching you but worried I could be wrong, and you’d tell the floor I messed with you.”

Graham climbed the steps to the front door two at a time and Owen had to rush to keep up. When Graham pulled the front door open, he stood holding it to let Owen enter first. In the lobby they waited for the elevator.

“You thought about it with me?” asked Owen.

“Yes. What about you? Did you ever think about messing around with me?”

The door slid open, and Owen stepped into it. “Yes. All the time.”

Going down the corridor with all the doors closed and the silence so total as to be weird to Owen. He had never come in so late, knowing it was nearly five in the morning. Graham strolled beside him down the corridor until at their door. Owen stepped up first with key in hand, opening their door.

The room was dark with just a little light bleeding in around the blinds, and Owen entered not bothering to turn on a light. He sensed Graham coming in behind him, closer and closer until hands were on his bare biceps.

“I’m spent but would welcome the company in the shower. If you wash my back, I’ll do yours.”

“Okay,” Owen replied, and the hands slid down his arms until taking the waistband of the tank top. He raised his arms letting Graham pull it off. A soft kiss to the back of the neck as hands pushed down his shorts and boxers.

Owen leaned back into Graham feeling the taller body against his bare back as hands moved up and down his sides, over his chest, stomach, and flaccid cock.

“After we get some sleep, I want to fuck you,” Graham whispered.

“Yes,” Owen replied.

“Let’s get a shower.”

 

Laying in Graham’s bed, Owen snuggled up to him, back to chest spooning their bodies together. He felt clean and exhausted and satisfied in a manner he didn’t know how to put into words. Then he remembered what Colin had called their little group. The Otoko Social Club.

“Graham, you still awake?”

“Yes.”

“What is The Otoko Social Club?”

Graham chuckled, then snuggled up closer. “A silly name we gave our group to keep people from overhearing what we really meant.”

“What is otoko?”

“Man in Japanese, or at least we think it is. We’re not sure.”

“You’re not sure what the word means?”

“Doesn’t matter what the word means. It’s a ruse, something to conceal the true purpose of our getting together.”

“Which is for sex.”

“Exactly.”