It was not only my first time going to the club, it was the first time I was going to see the man I was going there to meet. I’d only moved to London about a month ago to start my new job having recently finished my PhD at one of the Scottish universities near where I grew up. So much change and so much to adjust to, having been in relatively small towns and cities all my life. London seemed so vast and somewhat daunting.
But I knew I wanted to try this, to do this at least once and to either get the itch out of my system, or to know that it was really for me. As a 28 year old guy, it was time to spread my wings a bit.
I got out of the tube at the stop he’d told me was nearest and looked up how to get to the club on my phone. Seven minutes walk it said. I looked at my watch - I was about ten minutes early, so I took a seat on one of the benches outside a Wagamama near the station, trying not to let my nerves get the better of me. My cock was half hard in anticipation, but the apprehension was preventing a full erection.
Ten minutes of rather anxious scrolling on my phone later, I texted him.
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I sent a ‘thumbs up’ emoji and set off.
The entrance to the club was just a door in a row of shops. The map had brought me to the other side of the road from it and, as I waited for the crossing lights to change, three men opened it and went in. Two were together, a tall white guy probably about my age and a shorter, handsome Indian-looking guy of about forty, I guessed. The third was a really pretty (I can’t think of another way of describing him) Asian lad who couldn’t have been much more than twenty. At least it looked like there would be a mix of men there, I thought.
Screwing my courage to the sticking place (sorry, my PhD is in English Literature so…), I crossed over the road and opened the door. It opened directly onto a set of very steep steps going down to a small space where there was a window to pay. The two men that had come in together were at the window and the Asian lad was waiting beside them. But standing apart from them, looking directly at me as I walked down the stairs was the man I had come to meet.
I’d seen his picture, of course, and had his stats, but it’s always slightly different when you see them in person. Slightly taller than me at 6’1”, and four years older, he was slim and looked like he’d come straight from work (which he had, I later learnt), in a pair of smart pale chinos, a button-down light green shirt and a lightweight cotton sweater. He was wearing brown loafers without socks. His silver rimmed spectacles glinted in the harsh overhead light and he was smiling at me as I approached.
“Hi Fergus,” he said, slightly unexpectedly pulling me into a hug, “It’s really good to meet you at last!”
“Hi Josh, yeah, great to meet you,” I said as we broke the hug.
“I’ve already paid for both of us,” Josh said, as he waved to the guy behind the window and pushed open the door into the club proper, “The changing room is just through here,” he said, opening a door immediately on the left, “You’re ready for this?”
My half hard cock twitched.
“Yep, I’m ready!”
“Good lad,” Josh said, as he pushed open the door to the changing room.
I noticed that Josh was already wearing a purple wristband.
The couple and the Asian lad were already there. As Josh took a large plastic bag from a cage full of them, the Asian lad pulled down his briefs and added them to the rest of his clothes in a similar bag. Just wearing the trainers and socks he came in, he smiled at us as he left the room. The older man of the couple was topless and undoing his trousers as the younger one sat waiting.
Josh sat down on the bench along from the couple with the bag beside him. My nerves were jangling, but I stood in front of him and pulled my t-shirt over my head and handed it to him. Unlike the Asian lad, I needed to take my trainers off to get my jeans off and I could see the older guy sitting doing the same out of the corner of my eye. Handing my jeans to Josh to fold and put in the bag, my boxers were tenting as my cock rose to full mast. Josh smiled wickedly at me and raised an eyebrow.
Nothing wagered, nothing won, I thought, as I hooked my fingers into the waistband and pulled my boxers off. My cock sprang up and I felt myself blush as I handed my pants to Josh and bent to put my trainers back on. The first couple had left the room without my noticing, but another couple had taken their place. Like them and us, one of them was sitting waiting fully clothed, while the other stripped. These two were both in their mid-thirties, I reckoned. The clothed guy was a very handsome black man and the one undressing looked like Josh, like someone in the City. But, unlike Josh, he was quickly removing his smart suit, tie and shirt. He hadn’t been wearing pants, and I was pleased to see that he was as hard as I was as he handed his trousers to the black guy to put in the bag. He flashed me a brilliant smile as he caught my eye.
Now completely naked apart from my white socks and trainers, Josh pulled a yellow wristband from his pocket and fixed it around my wrist.
“Everyone who comes to the club is either a CM or an NM, there’s no inbetween. Those of us who are CMs wear these purple bands and you NMs wear yellow. That way everyone knows where they stand.”
Having explained this, Josh picked up the bag with my stuff and we headed out of the changing room. In front of us was a hatch where the guy taking the money was also manning the cloakroom. Josh put the bag on the ledge and the guy greeted him warmly.
“Hi Josh, nice to see you! You’re number 30 - it’s already quite busy in there.”
“That’s what we like to hear, isn’t it Fergus?” he said, turning to me and winking.
I flushed again and stammered,
“Um, yeah, that’s cool,” and immediately felt like an idiot.
The cloakroom guy wrote the number 30 on the band around Josh’s wrist and I watched as he took the bag containing my clothes round the corner and out of my sight. Not only had my clothes been safely stored away, Josh had the band which gave access to them, not me.
Josh thanked him and, pushing open the swing door on his left, said,
“Come on then, Fergus, let’s get a drink!’
Although I’d been naked in gym and pool changing rooms before, and had been naked one to one with clothed guys, this was my first time naked around a group of clothed men like this. But it was what I had been fantasising about for so long that I was slightly worried I was just going to cum without any stimulation from the situation! When I’d started chatting with Josh online months ago as I was planning my move, I was surprised but very turned on when he told me about this relatively new monthly club called ‘(Un)bared’ which was aimed at guys, like him and myself, who get turned on by CMNM scenes - Clothed Male, Naked Male. Josh had been a couple of times before and said that it had been quite full and good fun, which made my mind up for me that I had to try it.
The door opened into a bar, with a separate area to our right which was a relatively open play area. From somewhere in the club there was the unmistakable sound of more than one bare bottom being spanked. There were probably twenty guys in the bar area. Josh and I walked to the bar and he asked me what I wanted to drink. We both had a can of Stella and moved away so I could take in the scene.
There was a good mix of men. Everyone there was either fully dressed or fully naked - there was nothing in between. No-one was topless, or just in his pants. There was also a range of guys of different ages, races and body types. Josh and I chatted as if it was completely normal for him to be in his smart work clothes while I was completely bare with a rock hard cock. As we chatted and got to know each other a bit, I looked around the bar.
The couple that had come in before us were on the opposite side from the bar. The CM was standing chatting to an older, stocky CM who was in a formal suit. The Indian NM was kneeling beside his ‘friend’, holding his drink and I noticed for the first time that his cock was locked away in a small bright pink chastity cage. Kneeling naked beside the suited guy was a very muscular and tanned NM of much the same age. His dick was locked in a cage matching the Indian guy’s. I couldn’t see the other couple that had been changing initially but after a few minutes they came down the step opposite the end of the bar and when they went to get a drink I could see that the NM was one of those whom I had heard being spanked, as his bottom was now pink.
Josh spotted a friend across the bar and led me towards him. The man greeted Josh warmly and the two of them hugged.
“Hi Andreas, I wondered if I’d see you tonight!” Josh turned towards me, “This is my new friend Fergus. He’s only recently moved to London and I said I’d bring him along tonight.”
I thought that Andreas was going to shake my hand but, instead, he grasped my cock at the root and shook that!
“Hi Fergus, very nice to meet you,” he said.
Andreas was wearing rugby kit and fitted into it very nicely. I could see a sizeable bulge in the front of his tight shorts.
“How are you finding (Un)Bared, then, Fergus? I can see you’re enjoying yourself already,” he said, still holding tightly to my dick. I could feel myself blushing again.
“It’s certainly an eyeopener! It’s my first experience of CMNM with a group. I’ve only done it in one on one settings before. I was quite surprised when Josh told me about the club when we were chatting online.”
“Yeah, this is only the sixth month that it’s run. But it’s been getting popular. There was another night at one of the other clubs a while ago, but that basically turned into just a naked night pretty quickly - at least here the rules are quite clear that if you start out clothed, you stay that way and vice versa. We purple lads aren’t even supposed to take our tops off. And ideally, we don’t even drop our shorts for other fun”
Andreas grinned at me and I blushed again as my cock twitched in his hand and he squeezed it slightly harder.
“Right, Andreas, you old perv, take your mitts of Fergus’s willy.” Josh said playfully, “shall we have a wander around, Fergus?”
“Sure,” I said, as Andreas released me.
“See you later, I hope,” he said with that wicked grin.
I followed Josh along a narrow corridor away from the bar. Partway along on the right was an alcove in which a CM who must have been in his late sixties at least was sitting. Over his lap was the Asian NM that had come in when we did and he was getting a very thorough spanking. The bare lad was squirming and yelping and the older man was holding his hand in the small of his back to stop him protecting his exposed bottom. Josh and I stood and watched for a moment or two and the older man smiled up at us as we did. Josh’s hand had been resting on my bare buttock and he gave me a sharp smack as the older man watched.
“Your bottom will be getting reddened soon, young Fergus,”Josh whispered in my ear and I blushed yet again and my cock twitched, which made him smile.
We walked to the end of the corridor to where it widened out. There was a small group of clothed guys standing around a kneeling naked one. The four CMs ranged in age, size and outfit. One was young, probably early twenties, and in tracksuit and a t shirt. One was elderly, probably 70s, short and slim and in a suit. The third looked to be in his forties and was a large bear type, with a beard and in jeans and a polo shirt. The fourth was an Arab guy, wearing very nice chinos like Josh with a blazer and a designer polo shirt. All four of the CMs had their cocks out of their flies and the NM was taking each of them in his mouth in turn. He was probably in his early fifties, with a dad bod covered in grey hair.
“That’s Stewart,” Josh said, referring to the NM, “He’ll be on his knees there for most of the evening taking whatever cocks he’s offered.”
Leaving Stewart to his work, we walked past the toilets to a large open space with a TV which was showing CMNM porn.
Around the room were benches which were mainly occupied by CMs. Five NMs were on their knees in front of CMs, sucking their cocks as the NMs watched the TV. Two very handsome Asian CMs were sitting chatting while a very tall black NM knelt before them and was licking and sucking on their bare feet. They were paying no attention to him at all as he worshipped them.
Not everyone was having sex, though. There were a few CM/NM couples just sitting chatting. At the end of the room was a partitioned off space and two CMs were standing watching as a large-bellied CM was fucking an NM bent over a school desk.
Josh led me back out of the play space.
“All OK, Fergus?” he asked, “Not too much for you?”
I gestured to my still rock hard cock,
“Um, not at all!” I said.
“Your parents gave you the wrong name, young man,” Josh said, taking hold of my genitals for the first time and stroking me gently, “they should’ve called you ‘Everard’!”
We headed back along the narrow corridor, this time with Josh leading me by his grip on my cock and balls. Stewart was on his knees with just one CM this time, but the CM was fucking his face with some vigour. In the alcove, the Asian NM was standing with his hands on his head and his red bottom facing the corridor while the older CM had another NM over his knee, this time a middle-aged guy who looked like he could’ve managed the post office back home, except he was bare and getting his bottom well and truly reddened.
Passing the bar, we walked down another corridor. On our left was another play area where an extremely tall blond NM in his thirties was in a sling with an older CM fucking him and two other CMs either side being wanked off by the tall NM. He looked up at us as we paused to watch and winked. A couple of other CMs were watching him getting pounded as he gasped and groaned from the cock in his hole.
We passed several guys as we moved through the club, and most of the CMs patted my bum or tweaked a nipple as they passed. Josh used his free hand to do the same to any NMs. He’d told me to expect that as an NM - once you were naked, groping was fine from any of the CMs, anything more required explicit consent and if asked to stop, then they should stop.
Just beyond the area with the sling were a couple of closed cubicles and a gloryhole area which was not being used - no need really on a night like this. At the end of the corridor we turned right into a large open playspace. This was obviously the orgy room. The lights were low and there were numerous NMs either on their knees sucking cock, or bent over and being fucked. Josh said hi to a few CMs that he knew, but then we headed back to the bar.
Just at the top of the steps before the bar was a curtained off alcove. Josh pushed the curtain aside and led me in. It was empty. As Josh sat down on the bench along the wall opposite the curtain he said,
“I think it is past time for my hand to get acquainted with your bare bottom. Don’t you, young man?”
My cock twitched again and I nodded silently.
Josh patted his lap and I moved to him and lay over it. He manoeuvered my legs so that my cheeks were slightly parted and so that my hard cock was pointing down beside his thigh rather than rubbing between my belly and his leg. After fondling and caressing my bum for a few moments, he began to spank me. Gently at first, just warming me up, but it wasn’t long before he was spanking me pretty hard and I was squirming and moaning over his knee. I was vaguely aware of the curtain moving, but I couldn’t see with my head dangling. Josh spanked me firmly, varying his pace, coverage and force. Every now and then, a harder spank or one on the top of my thigh made me gasp or whimper. At some point, I grasped his ankle with my right hand, and I put my left arm around his back so I could feel even closer to him while he reddened my bottom.
When I was really whimpering, Josh stopped spanking me and began stroking my bottom, his fingers straying to my exposed hole and working their way down to my balls and then to my cock. He stroked my cock with one hand, while he bent down and kissed me. After a moment or two he pulled me up so I was sitting on his lap and we embraced and kissed passionately. My bum felt hot and scratchy against his chinos, but I could feel his hard cock inside them as we snogged. Eventually, he patted my bum and said,
“Now, that’s how I like my bare boys - on heat and with a heated bottom!”
We both laughed and he suggested we go get another drink.
As I got off his lap, I saw that we had been being watched by a few guys. The black CM and his NM were against the wall and the CM held his hand out to Josh, who shook it firmly,
“Hi there, man, I enjoyed watching that! I’m Ugo and this is Darren,” he indicated the NM with him, “You two been together long?”
Josh laughed,
“Nope, although we’ve been chatting, I only met Fergus here tonight.”
The CM did like Andreas had done, and shook me by the root of my cock as he said hi. Darren said hi to both Josh and I - Josh shook his cock and Darren gave me a hug.
“Darren and I have been together for three years now,” Ugo said, “ and he’s barely worn a stitch outside work since. I’d love to see him over your knee, Josh, if you were up for that?”
“We’re just about to get a drink,” Josh replied, “Come join us and then I can redden Darren after that.”
“Sound good to me,” Ugo said, “I’d also like to have young Fergus here on his knees for me, if that’s OK?”
“He’s not serviced me yet,” Josh said, with a smile, “but when he has, his mouth is all yours. That OK with you, young man?” he asked, looking at me.
“Of course!” I said, my cock twitching at the thought of sucking off both Josh and this other handsome guy.
The four of us stood at the bar chatting for a while. I was still slightly wide-eyed watching the various interactions, etc., in the club. At the end of the bar was a very overweight CM chatting to an older CM. Kneeling before them were two NMs, one an asian twink in his early twenties, the other a guy who must have been in his seventies. Despite the huge gap in ages, the two NMs were both being treated the same - the twink was sucking off the overweight guy and the old NM doing the same to the older CM. Neither CM was paying any attention to the NMs, they were just chatting as if nothing else was happening.
Sitting on stools opposite the bar were two CMs in their forties, the only two I’d seen in full leather. Kneeling beside them were three NMs, all handsome young men in very good shape, and all with chastity cages on their cocks. When one of them was sent to get drinks at the bar, I saw that he had a set of angry red and fresh cane welts across his buttocks.
I was chatting with Darren about his relationship with Ugo when Josh said,
“Time to make yourself useful, young Fergus. On your knees.”
I swallowed hard - I was so turned on, but was also still slightly nervous about sucking cock in the open like this. But I knew I needed to do this.
“You too, Darren,” Ugo said.
We smiled at each other and knelt down in front of our respective CMs. I followed Daren’s lead in unzipping Josh’s chinos and fishing his semi-erect cock out. It was a decent length, but thick. I looked at Ugo’s as Darren started to take him in his mouth and gulped. I was going to have to suck that as well and it was definitely the thickest cock I had ever seen in the flesh. Probably about the same length as Josh’s cock which I was holding as I saw Darren swallowing, Ugo’s was way thicker.
Josh patted my cheek gently to remind me what I was supposed to be doing and I returned my attention to him. His cock was now fully erect and that and his heavy, low-hanging balls were fully out of his fly now. I began sucking gently, feeling him fill my mouth. Like the other two NMs at the bar, Darren and I were completely ignored as the CMs whose cocks we were sucking in front of everyone chatted and got to know each other.
