The city had two other country clubs, both restrictive on membership and guilty of the tropes such organizations are often accused of. But the oldest country club, the one tucked at the back of the Jefferson Park neighborhood, is one that proudly clings to its exclusivity and old bigotries, although never publicly stating such. The membership is full of men from old money families and those that caters to them, the new money men in their businesses and that stroke their egos.
Club Drive that connects to the main road along the south side of the neighborhood, doesn’t go to the club, but dead ends after crossing Matthews. To get to the club, one must turn on Chester Drive, one street over, and go north to Magnolia Avenue, a street that doesn’t connect back into the neighborhood until on the north side of it where it connects to Old Mill Springs Road. A visitor would then turn right, because it is this road that leads to the entrance. No one stumbles on the club by chance.
The club offers its members a golf course, tennis courts, swimming pools, a banquet hall serviced by a full commercial kitchen, meeting rooms for private business dealings, and a fitness center, with weight rooms, indoor running track, and spa area.
It is the latter that the members sometimes enjoy their greatest amenity; the young men hired to work in the spa who provide them services far beyond a massage or brining them a fresh towel.
Robert James Arkwright
CEO of a local bank, Robert is sixty-two years old with a lean wiry build that takes a regular gym routine to maintain. He portrays himself a conservative family man, with three children and six grandchildren. He is a leader in the city, both in business and politics, someone considered honest and straightforward. He also cheats on his wife of thirty-eight years, mostly with women he meets on business trips to Las Vegas, London, and one of the Caribbean islands, but at the club, he will enjoy a young man with false promises or threats if he can find something to hold over their head. Just a few days prior he had enjoyed the pleasures of Noah, a new boy that was just too precious not to take advantage of.
Robert came off the golf course with his friends still feeling the three martinis from their break after nine holes. He is sweating from being outside for a few hours and feels in need of the sauna, maybe a massage, or something a bit more personal. He heads to the dressing room wondering if Noah is working today. The boy is a precious little treat. He pictures him from four days before clutching the massage table stifling a desire to cry out, not from pleasure, but from the pain of a brutal fucking he had thoroughly enjoyed. He felt the stirrings of his lust just thinking about fucking that boy again.
As he enters the corridor that leads to the dressing room, showers, and massage area, an area that was deliberately tucked in the back for privacy for its members, he sees Curtis, one of the staff. Curtis is there to take care of the needs of the members, whether it is to get something such a clean towel or something more particular such as delivering a message to another member.
“Mr. Arkwright how was your game today?” said Curtis.
“It was good, but not my best,” Robert jokes as he draws near Curtis. He lowers his voice. “I’m curious Curtis, is that Noah boy working today?”
Curtis tries not to grimace, keeping his expression neutral. “No sir, I’m afraid Noah quit about a few days ago. We have someone new working today.”
“Oh, a new staff member. I can’t wait to meet them.”
Robert moves on past Curtis and enters the dressing room. Three others have just come from the showers and started to get dressed as he strips. He glances at the other men, wondering how many of them take advantage of the special services if one knows how to manipulate the situation. He looked at Julian Martinson knowing if anyone is doing so, it is that bulldog of a man.
Towel in hand, Robert goes to the showers. As he nears the entry to the massage area he sees someone new, knowing it had to be young man Curtis had mentioned.
“You’re new here,” said Robert, walking up close to the young man, closer than normal.
The young man looks up from his cellphone with an unwavering stare, locking eyes with Robert.
“Yes, sir.”
“I’m Robert Arkwright, one of the VIP members.”
“I know who you are.”
“What’s your name?”
“Eli Nicholas.”
“Eli; nice name. I trust we’ll be on good terms.”
“I’ll do my best.”
Robert smiled. “I hope so,” he replied, then moved on to the showers wondering how hard it will be to get Eli out of his clothes, for he couldn’t wait to fuck that round ass.
Robert Arkwright lay on the massage table, and unlike most men who came for a massage, he was naked under the towel draped over his ass. Eli was massaging his shoulders and back while Robert plotted and schemed. He was going to get Eli out of those skimpy shorts and tank top. He was going to bend that boy over and fuck his ass like he had done that other one, the one that abruptly quit. It was a shame really, for that one had had such a nice ass, but looking at the ass in the tight shorts as Eli moved around his head, he knew this one was better, more round, filling out the shorts enticingly. He imagined that ass spread apart and his cock buried in it.
Then he looked at the boy’s crotch, how the cock was plainly visible, pushing outward, the boy obviously half aroused, and he considered it, gave thought to it, then closed his eyes to stop himself from going further with those thoughts. Of taking that boy’s cock in the mouth and sucking it, or…
Eli pushed into Robert’s face as hands moved down his back. He opened his eyes to see the crotch in his face, coming toward him again and before he could say stop or turn his head, the crotch pressed into his face again. This time he knew what he was feeling. A hardening cock against his cheek and mouth. A tube of male flesh twice as thick as his own and longer too. He couldn’t help himself and he parted his lips to feel how that cock felt between them.
Eli stepped back smiling, for he knew men like Robert. Men who were all bravado, braggarts who pretended to be straight; men as defined by old war movies and old religions. They took advantage of men too timid or afraid to say no. He pushed his cock against the mouth feeling it open to him, knowing he had Robert James Arkwright right where he wanted him. He stepped back and tugged off his tank top revealing his muscular body. He pushed the flimsy shorts down and his cock angled out hard, ready to fuck.
“The door’s locked so no one will disturb us,” Eli whispered, treating Robert like a skittish deer, ready to bolt at the first sign of trouble. He moved slowly to him until his cock rubbed across the face. “You want to help me out?”
The lips parted as the eyes closed. Eli knew Robert couldn’t watch the cock press against his mouth for it would mean something, but with eyes closed, it would be like he wasn’t giving in, instead he was being used like he had done others. Eli pushed between the lips until stretching the mouth wide. He pushed the head and a couple of inches into it, knowing Robert would struggle to take it. It was too soon to push Robert’s boundaries. He moved slowly, working his cock through the lips until drool ran from the mouth and dripped from the chin and Robert was breathing hard.
Eli grabbed Robert by the hair and tugged his head up, glad it was just a bad dye job that made the hair look unreal, and not some toupee that would come off in his hands, and he slow fucked the mouth, pushing a bit deeper into it. Robert took it, every push inward and he increased his pace until drool dripped onto his swinging nut sac and his cock was so hard it ached for release.
“Not yet,” Eli uttered as he stepped back leaving Robert gasping for breath. He moved quickly to the side of the massage table, jerked the towel away exposing Robert’s ass. He climbed on the table straddling the man.
“What are you doing?” said Robert. But he didn’t move, didn’t turn or tried to push Eli away.
“I think you know what I’m doing,” Eli uttered as he smacked the left ass cheek until it turned red, then did the same to the right one. Robert flinched with each smack of the hand but didn’t tell him to stop. Eli sat back on his heels and stroked his cock until it was slick. “Spread ‘em.”
Robert reached back and spread the red ass cheeks making Eli smile. Such submissiveness when giving permission to do so. He leaned over the prone man and rubbed his dripping cock across the ass, then pushed down between the cheeks, pressing against the tight opening.
“Tell me you want it,” said Eli. He watched Robert tilt his head down and thought the man wouldn’t be able to admit to what he really wanted. Then he heard it, the low utterance of desire Robert probably hadn’t allowed himself to consider since getting fucked by his dormmate in his freshman year of college.
“Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck my ass…put it in me,” Robert whispered.
Eli pushed through the tightness and watched Robert shudder with his penetration as he sank the head of his cock into him. He held still for only a moment, then sank into the shivering body all the way.
“You like my cock in that ass?” said Eli, whispering it into the man’s ear.
“Yes,” Robert replied breathlessly.
“Tell me. Tell me you like it.”
“I like it…I like your big cock in my ass.”
“You ready to get fucked?”
“Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me.”
Eli held himself over the prone body on hands and knees, cock buried in the ass. He tugged it through the tightness until the head slipped free. He hovered for a second, then punched back through the tight opening sinking every inch into the ass. A grunt came from Robert as the body shuddered. Eli smiled as he tugged outward again, pulling his cock out of the ass then punching it back into the ass. Over and over, he punched his cock into the ass as it tried to close tight until he no longer felt the satisfying tightness. Then he fucked with a steady rhythm, hammering Robert James Arkwright’s ass until sweat trickled down his face and torso.
“Jesus…fuck; fuck; fuck,” Robert uttered, his voice getting louder.
And fuck Eli did, increasing his pace until the massage table rocked beneath them, then began to squeak. It was delightful how the table moved with him, increasing the sense of their fuck. And the squeaking; its rhythm almost aligned with Robert’s grunts and exclamations; it was too much. It was villainous the pleasure it gave him, pumping his cock into the depths of the ass, hips smacking against it with every thrust.
Eli fucked until his body ached and he had to cum. He pumped his hips with an urgency until he was trying to jam his cock deeper into the ass as it ejaculated wad after wad. And he kept fucking, fucking until cum pumped out of the ass and Robert begged him not to stop. He didn’t stop, just kept fucking until sweat rained down on Robert and cum pumped back out of the ass. After nearly exhausting himself, he slowed his pace and savored the feel of every inch of his cock he worked into the ass. He slow fucked Robert, hearing how every push inward seemed to push the air out of him. Exhales mixed with grunts and moans and soft pleadings to keep fucking.
Eli fucked until he was exhausted and covered in sweat. He felt the need for release, a second load ready to be pumped in Robert’s ass, and he increased his pace until fucking so hard the massage table began to rock beneath them. Then he shoved every inch into the ass and shuddered with his second release.
Eli climbed off Robert and stood at his feet. “Spread that ass for me,” he commanded.
Robert James Arkwright reached back and spread his ass cheeks again. With Eli watching, he pushed the cum out of it letting the cum run down over his cock and balls pinned beneath him. It was then Eli noticed the flaccid cock was already wet. The bastard had come while being fucked.
“I’m going to get cleaned up. I expect you’ll leave me a generous tip for today’s massage,” said Eli as he wrapped a towel around his waist, gathered up his things, and left the room.
Carlton Julian Martinson
Julian is only forty-two years and has his own security firm. He also has investments scattered around the city; insights gained through less than above-board maneuvering with clients. It has made him wealthy beyond his wildest dreams, the Ferrari 296 and Porsche 911Carrera 4 GTS and the houses in Eastover and outside London testament to his prowess.
He has been married twice, both ending in divorce and each wife paid handsomely to keep their mouths shut on his predilections. The bondage and control over them and the rough sex, all to make him feel like the man he believes himself to be. They put up with his cheating, but the bondage became too much. And Julian did cheat on each of them, relentlessly, with women and men, exercising control over them until he got off. It was the young men at the club that aroused him the most. The lean bodies not fully filled out and asses nice and round, made for spanking then fucking. His favorite was Noah. Oh, how Noah cried as he spanked him, snot and drool dripping off the chin as he had stuttered ‘I’ll have another’, as he was told to do. He knew he had taken advantage of the boy which made it that much more delectable.
Julian parked in front of the club, backing in so everyone could see the sculptured metal of the front end of the red 296. He climbed out of the low sportscar, grab his gym bag and headed inside wondering if he should swim a few laps then hit the weight room, or maybe he should get a massage first where he could get one of those nice young boys to rub his shoulders and back then let him tie them up for pleasures of another kind.
He went into the dressing room and stripped down to his boxer briefs, loving how they fit tight revealing his cock that would get to be eight inches when hard. He saw some of the other men glance his way, and he smiled at their jealously of his body and cock. Towel draped over the right shoulder he went to find Curtis about a massage.
Julian entered the small massage room, stripped off the boxer briefs, and lay on the table, not bothering to cover himself. He would show the boy the body that demanded respect and submission. He had just got settled when the door opened and a boy he didn’t know came in, one Curtis said was new but competent from what others had to say.
“What’s your name?” said Julian.
“Mr. Martinson, I’m Eli and I’ll be giving you your massage today. Do you like it gentle or a bit rough?”
Julian noted how Eli didn’t say firm but rough, and he found it a tease. “I like it a bit rough.”
Julian soon found himself almost cooing as fingers dug into shoulders and down his back. With eyes closed, he plotted how he could take the massage to sex. He considered insinuating comments until getting a confession of willingness. He considered touching the boy, maybe the upper thigh or stomach, then playfully cup an ass cheek as he told the boy what he wanted from him. If willingness was slow in coming, the boy was hesitant, there was always the offer of more money than they were making for a week’s work. If that didn’t work, he could be aggressive, forceful in his demands for submission, saying he would tell their boss they tried something with him then asked for money, a sure-fire way to get them fired. That Noah boy had taken some convincing; he wondered how hard it would be to get this one to give in. What did he say his name was? Ethan, Eric, no Eli. Eli. The boy who would be his next conquest.
Something touched his face and Julian opened his eyes to see Eli’s crotch right in his face. It moved back, then came toward him again, pushing into his face. He breathed in the boy’s scent and felt the cock stir against his face. When the crotch moved back, he could see its distinct outline in the flimsy shorts. The boy didn’t have underwear on.
“Relax Julian, let me get the tension out,” uttered Eli in a low voice.
The crotch pushed into his face again and he wanted to turn his face away or tell Eli to back up. Instead, he held tight to it, inhaling the boy’s scent and feeling that cock flex against his mouth. His heart was racing and he struggled to control his breathing.
“Giving you men massages makes me so hot,” said Eli, backing away from the table and pulling his tank top off.
Julian looked at the firm muscular body, one with way more definition than he first assumed. He looked at the abs with envy, then down at the bulging crotch at the cock stretching out in its loose confines. The fucker wasn’t even hard yet and already he was showing a thick cock nearly seven or eight inches long. A cock thicker and longer than his own.
One more thing to make him commit a deadly sin.
Soon, the crotch was back in his face as hands massaged his shoulders and along his back. Julian found himself opening his mouth to the cock, letting the thick shaft press against it. He exhaled hot breath on it feeling it flex and grow thicker.
Julian gave thought to it, the boy’s cock penetrating his ass.
A hand smacked his right ass cheek, hard, the sound frightening loud. Then the hand came down on the left ass cheek just as hard. Julian flinched and tried to raise his head. A hand came down on his neck, pinning him down.
“I know what you like,” whispered Eli into Julian’s ear.
The hand on his ass rubbed then squeezed his ass cheeks, then slipped fingers down between them.
“I know you want it,” whispered Eli.
“No,” uttered Julian in a hoarse utterance that Eli probably didn’t even hear. Then he felt the fingers touching him, rubbing over his opening until he couldn’t stop himself; he pushed upward against them.
Eli chuckled, then bent to his ear again. “I knew you wanted it.”
Things happened fast, too fast, and Julian found himself on his feet bent over the massage table along one side of it. His hands were bound behind him, and he was gagged with Eli’s shorts, which let him see fully the cock that had been inside them. Goddamn it looked ten, maybe eleven inches long and so fucking thick, he wondered how Eli didn’t pass out from the damn thing filling with blood.
Eli was behind him out of sight, but he heard him. The soft chuckling, then Eli telling him what they were going to do.
“I know you like to spank people, sometimes a bit too hard,” said Eli.
A strike across his ass, and both cheeks burned. It felt like a wide belt. He imagined hearing it being raised in the air, then slicing through the air, and he shuddered with the second strike across his ass.
“I’d get you to tell me you want another but…” Eli chuckled, then the belt struck Julian across the ass again. And again, and again.
Julian wondered how much he could endure. His ass burned and each strike felt like it was cutting through flesh. His eyes watered and he was sucking air through his nose as hard as he could. Then the belt struck across his thighs, and he howled into the shorts stuffed in his mouth. The blows kept coming, across the ass, then the thighs. The strikes came until Julian passed beyond feeling the pain and his cock pressed against the edge of the massage table, rock hard and dripping.
“Enough of that,” said Eli.
Julian lay heavily on the table when his feet were kicked apart. Something smacked his ass, then rubbed across it. He knew it was that cock. He knew Eli was going to fuck him and he held his head down and waited for the penetration that would surely split him half.
The cock pushed between his cheeks. It pressed against his tight virgin hole. Then it penetrated him and he howled into the shorts and shuddered. His body heated up as if running a fever and his heart raced inside his chest as thick cock pushed into his ass.
“Is this how you fucked others? Is this how you liked to do it?” uttered Eli.
Julian moaned then held his head down and took the cock, inch after inch Eli pushed into him. It seemed impossible how long if felt. Was it really only ten or eleven inches? It felt longer, a lot longer when it was sinking into his ass. He looked back underneath the massage table seeing his own hard cock pinned against the side of it, forced to point straight down. It was drooling his slick, a long thread of it trailed down nearly to the floor. Behind him, he saw the boy’s legs, watching them push forward until he felt hips pressed against his ass. His cock flexed, pumping out more of his slick. It trialed down to the floor.
Hands took him by the waist, the hold tight, and Eli began to fuck. Julian shivered as the thick cock was tugged outward. He moaned and grunted as it was pushed back into the depths of his ass. It was a slow fuck, one that let him feel every inch. When Eli pulled all the way out then punched back through his opening, he jerked his head up and cried out into the shorts stuffed into his mouth.
Then Eli was fucking him, fucking him hard, the pace of it increasing until hips were hammering his hot ass. Eli fucked him until he was sweating, as if he were the one doing the fucking. His cock stayed pinned against the side of the massage table and it pained him and gave him a pleasure he could not describe. He wanted to cum. He wanted Eli to fuck him to the point of release. But suddenly he found his hole empty, and Eli manhandling him.
Julian found himself on the massage table on his back, arms to the left, hips twisted to the right, his right leg hanging over the side, and his left held up by Eli as cock bore back into his ass. He could see it, the thick shaft disappearing into his ass. Then Eli pushed his left leg down against his chest, held him by the neck, pinning him down, and began to fuck. To fuck hard, shoving cock into his depths until hips smacked against his ass. He wasn’t in control for the first time in his life, no longer the one who could bully weaker or younger boys on the playground or the football field. No longer the one who held sway over the floor in the dorm at college or getting his dates to do the things he wanted. He was the one submitting, and it was to just a boy, some kid probably not yet twenty. But the body and the cock was that of a man, a man in control of him, holding him down, and fucking his ass until he saw stars. His cock drooled on his stomach and his nuts drew up tight as Eli’s cock piston in his hole at a relentless pace. He looked into the dark brown eyes staring down at him. They no longer looked innocent. They looked determined. They looked like they were judging him…and finding him inadequate.
Julian scanned down his top, the man fucking him, seeing the sweaty skin, hard nipples, and a stomach showing every muscle flexing with its exertions as it pumped cock into his depths. It made him breathless, more than the hand on his neck.
“You fucking bitch, take me…take my cum,” Eli exclaimed as he shoved into Julian’s depths and kept pushing against the ass as if he could go deeper.
Julian came, his untouched cock ejaculated a rope of thick cum up his chest then wad after wad over his stomach. He felt his ass spasm around the cock fucking him, and it made his release more intense than any before. Then Eli was buried in his ass just holding still and breathing hard as his cock filled the ass.
“I’m not done,” said Eli, shifting Julian until his head hung over the side of the table making him feel off balance. Eli took both legs behind the knees and pushed them down against the chest angling the ass up for another fuck, and he aligned his hard cock with the opening that had finally closed and punched through it again.
Julian shuddered and cried out into the shorts still in his mouth as Eli built up a brutal pace. Eli fucked hard, banging his hips against the upturned ass. He pushed down on the legs and fucked and fucked and fucked, until his first load pumped out of the ass. He fucked until sweat rained down on Julian, then he came again, shoving inward with every ejaculation, sinking his spurting cock deep in the ass.
Eli climbed off the table, untied the belt binding the wrists, and slipped his wet shorts from the mouth.
“Your time is up,” said Eli as he wrapped a towel around his waist and slipped out of the room to go get cleaned up.
Julian would lay on the table for some time, cock not yet flaccid and dripping cum as he tried to resolve with himself how he felt about being the one who was submissive. He wanted to jack off while thinking of it. He wanted to jump up and go find that boy and get his telephone number or arrange to meet again.
The door swung open and Julian looked up to see Jerry frozen in the doorway. He lay there, naked, covered in his own cum and Eli’s leaking from his ass, looking at the tall black boy who cleaned the rooms after a massage. He had never really looked at him before, considering him nothing but the hired help but now he looked at the tall lean body and the crotch bulging with a what he knew could be a big cock. He looked at the coffee-colored skin and felt tempted by him.
Jerry looked shocked, then he looked as if he wanted to come in and take up where Eli left off.
“Eli left things a mess,” said Julian, tugging on his cock, feeling the slickness of it from his cum. “Do you think you can handle things in here?”
Julian watched Jerry close the door and step toward him. The tank top was pulled over the head and dropped on the floor, then Jerry was staring at him with an expression that revealed nothing. But the shorts being slid down and stepped out of told Julian what he wanted to know.
Jerry came to his head tugging on the cock, then it was put to his lips. “Suck my black cock.”
Julian opened his mouth and took it.
Lawrence Patrick Rennoll
Patrick was a city councilman, had been for over a decade, as he massaged public policy to his whims and vision of the what the city should be. And he profited from it in ways his accountant struggled to conceal. He had more power than any of the mayors who had served over the last ten years, each one thinking they would take control of him. He showed them. He framed the one four years ago in a bribing scam. It still made him laugh to think of it, how he used his hard learned lessons against the mayor. How to set up the other party, tell them they had to pay without saying it, showing them small mercies when they paid and punishing them severely when they tried to stop. It had been so easy to make the mayor fall into his trap, one that made the next news cycle.
Patrick was fifty-two, father of two children, both of which were in college draining money from his accounts almost as fast as he could put money in them. Almost. Mary, his wife was a good woman, one any husband would cherish. Especially a man with a roving eye and a need for more than she was willing or able to give him. He was sure she knew and chose to ignore it. Or maybe she really was as innocent as she seemed. Either way, he was able to fulfill his own needs. The timid he could intimidate and get to do his biddings. Those that pretended to be strong and fearless, the ones he could tear down and reveal their weakness, their inability to stand up to him. Those that he could have his way with, leaving a few well-earned marks or bruises they should cherish, not conceal within their clothing.
There was Susan at City Hall, who he had become tired of and had fired. There was the salesperson at the department store lured into a dressing room with promises of becoming his mistress. She was fun while he was interested, but she never got the apartment downtown or the nice bank account flush with money. Then there was that special delicacy, something that seemed forbidden. The bartender in Atlanta, swayed by the Benjamin Franklins slid across the bar after a couple of bourbons. What a hot masculine body he was able to possess. There was the sailor picked up in Virginia Beach when attending a conference on how to force toll roads onto the public. The lean eighteen-year-old boy had called him sir and begged to be fucked harder. Delicacies he normally only partook when visiting other cities on business, but when Noah showed up at the club, well, it was too much. How could he refrain from such a delicious morsel. He had to maneuver and cajole the boy and ultimately pay him to keep his silence. He had been torn by the news that the boy quit the next day.
Patrick climbed out of his Mercedes and went to the trunk to get his clubs, then thought better of it. He could not get that Noah boy out of his mind and now there was the new one, Eli Nicholas. He wasn’t like Noah with a lean almost feminine body; Eli was muscular as only an eighteen-year-old teen could be. The day before, just before the council meeting where they voted to approve Bob’s new development, he had asked him about Noah’s replacement at the club, knowing Bob had partaken of that particular specimen. The face turning red and Bob stammering just confirmed what he already knew. Bob tried to pretend he didn’t know the new boy’s name but eventually pretended to remember. It was amusing to see him struggle for words. It made him wonder what he had done with the boy.
Patrick chuckled at the thought Bob got his ass fucked by this Eli Nicholas, wondering if that had been the case by how the man stammered. He closed the trunk, leaving the clubs in it, and headed in with his gym bag. He would see about a massage with the new boy so he could see what Bob’s fluster was all about.
In the lobby, Patrick walked past Jerry, one of the men hired for janitorial services. Jerry was tall and lean and with a skin tone the club hesitated to allow in, except to clean. Glancing back at the round ass, he wondered what it would be like to taste that forbidden fruit.
“Hey Curtis, is someone available for giving me a massage?” asked Patrick as he came to the service counter.
“We have a slot open at eight with the new boy. You’ll be his last massage for the day.”
“Sign me up,” Patrick replied, trying to conceal his glee.
“Yes, sir,” said Curtis as he picked up the phone. “Eli, Patrick Rennoll is here and I’ve scheduled him for your eight o’clock slot.” Curtis listened, nodding his head, then he hung up the phone. “Mr. Rennoll, he’ll be waiting in massage room 2 at eight. I assume you are agreeable to waiting in the lounge until then.”
“A cocktail before hand does sound nice. Thanks Curtis,” said Patrick, as he strolled away heading to the bar that overlooked the golf course. He glanced back once, giving Jerry one more look as he gave thought to fucking him. He smiled at his devilish imaginings.
Patrick came out of the dressing room wrapped in a towel, boldly naked underneath. There was no time for playing around. He was horny and hungry for something a bit different from the usual young women he lured to a hotel in town. He went to room 2 in the massage area and entered it to find Eli Nicholas washing his hands. Dressed in white shorts and tank top, the boy’s body was revealed in such a tempting manner. The broad muscular shoulders, the torso that tapered into the narrow waist and the round ass giving the shorts such an enticing form. When Eli turned, he saw the dark brown eyes look at him and Eli smiled. Always a good sign. He hoped to have that boy bent over the massage table taking his cock in short order.
“Mr. Ronnell, are you ready for your massage?” said Eli.
“Yes,” Patrick replied, pulling the towel from his waist revealing himself to Eli. He walked to the massage table, but didn’t lay on it, instead he stood by it waiting.
Eli turned back to the sink, taking down a bottle of oil he would use for the massage if he had to start that way, or to oil up his cock if Patrick wanted to rush into things. “Is there something you’re waiting on?”
“I’m waiting on you,” said Patrick.
Patrick didn’t see the smirk or the way Eli let the image of Patrick bent over taking his cock arouse him. He had been thinking of doing it until his cock was half hard. He pulled off this tank top then turned to Patrick. “Is the door locked?”
“Yes,” said Patrick, looking at Eli with what could only be described as lust.
Patrick could see the thick cock within the shorts, how the thing just snaked down the right leg until it was almost visible. He looked at the muscular chest and flat stomach then down at the hands undoing the shorts. Fuck, the bastard was getting naked.
The shorts fell to the floor and Eli stepped out of them coming toward Patrick, naked and tugging on a hardening cock, one impossibly long and thick. Suddenly Patrick was considering other things, ways he could have sex with Eli that would feed his secret yearnings. Ever since that jock in the dorms back in college had used him, he had wanted to do it again. But over the years he took advantage of others. It was a way to make him feel like the man his fucking father demanded of him, and it also built up his pride, made him feel in control, a powerful man, one that ran this city.
But Eli rattled him, making him think of it. He watched the hand move along that cock. Jesus the fucker was hung. What was it? Ten inches? Eleven? He had only seen such a cock in porn.
“Patrick, I think there is some misunderstanding,” said Eli.
“What is that?”
“You think I’m the one that is going to get fucked, but the one who is going to put out is you. Now get on your knees and suck me,” said Eli. His tone was firm, commanding, and he stopped a few feet from him.
“I don’t—”
“Bullshit. I know you. I know your type. You will suck my cock then take in the ass. Now get on your knees.”
Patrick looked at the door then back at Eli, into the dark brown eyes, then down, over the muscular body to the cock Eli was slow stroking.
“Come on, Patrick, let’s not waste time. I know this is what you really want.”
Patrick suddenly felt like the college junior going to his knees for that senior. He eased down on them, then knee walked up to Eli. A slap across the face with the cock then it was put to his mouth. He kissed it, actually kissed it, then parted his lips and pushed forward, letting the flared head then shaft stretch his jaws wide.
“That’s it, take it nice and slow, so I can really feel those lips on my cock,” uttered Eli as he watched Patrick work the head and a couple of inches of the shaft.
Eli put his hands on Patrick’s head and pulled it toward him until Patrick was gagging and struggling to breathe. “Come on Patrick, you can do better than that.” He pulled the head toward him again, and Patrick took a couple more inches before pushing him on the thighs to stop.
“Come on Patrick, you know you can take more of this cock.” Eli pulled the head toward him again, slowly, working his cock into the mouth until he was pushing it into the throat. Patrick struggled, pushed desperately on his thighs, and he smiled as he let Patrick pull back, choking and gasping for air.
“Suck me,” said Eli as he held his cock in Patrick’s face. He moaned at the feel of the wet warm mouth working the head of his cock, noisily slurping it.
Someone was unlocking the door and Eli looked at it smiling as he held Patrick on his cock. “Relax Patrick; I’ve got a treat for you.”
The door eased open and Jerry slipped in. At first, surprised to see Eli already had Patrick Rennoll sucking his cock, then he smiled at the prospect of getting his own cock sucked. He had seen Eli in the staff changing room and knew he had an impression cock, bigger even than his own. But to see it erect stretching Patrick’s jaws was a sight to behold, one he would not soon forget.
“Get naked,” said Eli.
With Patrick trying to watch while Eli guided his mouth on the cock, Jerry undressed. The polo shirt, the khaki pants, the loose boxers, and lastly the socks until he stood naked before them. Over six feet of lean muscular body, and a cock that hung heavy over its sac.
“Come give this cocksucker a taste of that cock,” said Eli stepping back from Patrick.
Jerry moved in front of Patrick. He saw the pleading eyes and the open mouth that had drooled down the chin, and he put his cock to the lips.
“Suck my black cock.”
Patrick sucked. Sucked like he was starved for cock. Sucked like pro, taking more and more of Jerry’s cock as drool dripped from his chin.
Eli smiled as he watched Patrick take nearly all of the nine-inch cock. How the pale lips moved down that dark shaft. How they and the tongue moved over the head and when Jerry told Patrick to lick his nuts, how the head bent over and licked the nuts until the sac was wet. Eli stroked his cock to keep it fully erect as Patrick slobbered on Jerry’s, but he knew Jerry didn’t have the time to linger around too long.
“Okay Patrick, get up and bend over the massage table,” said Eli.
Jerry pulled back, leaving Patrick gasping for air.
“Come on, Patrick, get on your feet,” said Eli helping him to his feet and before Patrick could say anything, protest in some lame manner, Eli had him facing the side of the massage table, then pushed him over it. He smacked the left ass cheek, then the right, a red handprint visible on each. He smacked them again, making Patrick cry out.
“Jerry,” said Eli as he pulled back and started around the table to get to Patrick’s head.
As Jerry kicked Patrick’s feet apart, Eli was wiping his leaking cock across the lips and face. As Jerry fingered the ass, burying his middle finger in it, Eli was pushing cock into the mouth causing Patrick to cry out again. As Jerry pressed his cock against the tight ass, Eli was holding Patrick by the head and fucking the mouth slowly.
Eli looked over the bent over body at Jerry’s cock aligned with the ass. “Do it. Do it, Jerry, push that big cock into his ass.” It made his own flex in the mouth as he watched Jerry penetrate Patrick. Slowly, inch after inch, Jerry sank his cock into the ass while Patrick struggled to take it, a cry out stifled by Eli’s cock stuffed in his mouth.
Eli pushed deeper into the mouth choking Patrick. For a brief second, he pictured Noah telling him what had taken place at the club, finally confessing how he had been used by three of the members. He blinked away the imagine, afraid his anger would get the best of him, and he pushed his cock into Patrick’s throat as Jerry begin to deep fuck the ass.
Eli fucked the mouth as Jerry fucked the ass. Patrick grunted and moaned around Eli’s cock. They fucked until the massage table was squeaking beneath Patrick and they were covered in sweat.
“You want to trade places?” said Jerry.
“Yes,” said Eli, as he stepped back. “Patrick get on the table on your back.”
Like an obedient boy, Patrick staggered to his feet and laid back on the massage table. He held his legs up, spread apart for Eli. Eli turned him slightly so his head would hang off the other side, and he could get to the loosened ass. He moved up to it, wiped his dripping wet cock across it, then rubbed over the hole and over the nut sac. He looked up in time to see Jerry push cock into the mouth, the Adam’s apple moving as Patrick struggled to take it. When Jerry was buried in the mouth, he penetrated the ass, pushing inward until every inch was buried in it with Patrick shuddering and grunting around Jerry’s cock.
Eli and Jerry fucked. Fucked hard, making Patrick take every inch. The massage table rocked and squeaked. All three of them sweated. Eli looked at Jerry’s glistening dark skin and smiled for how Jerry’s exertions made his body more erotic. He looked down at Patrick, pleased to see how their fucking him made him fully erect, the cock drooling on the stomach. He felt his own increasing arousal, how his body felt hot and loose, moving with a steady rhythm as he fucked the ass.
Eli took the right leg, held it up letting the other drop to the side, twisting the hips, and he hammered his cock into the depths of the ass making Patrick’s cock flex and slap the stomach.
Watching Jerry fuck Patrick’s mouth was too much, and Eli felt his need for release build until he got out of rhythm, down to just jamming his cock into the ass. “Fuck, I’m going to cum,” he exclaimed, and shoved his spurting cock deep into the ass, filling it with his load.
It was obvious he pushed Jerry over the edge, no longer in a smooth rhythm, shoving into Patrick’s mouth with the urgency of a man about to cum. Jerry pulled out of the mouth, shot a rope of cum over the face, then shove his spurting cock back into the mouth.
Jerry dressed and eased out first as Patrick lay on the table jacking off, desperate to get off. Eli watched with amusement, for it showed how much Patrick enjoyed being fuck. As Patrick came, Eli had his clothes in hand, towel around his waist, easing out of the room.
Eli laid his resignation letter on the counter as Curtis nodded knowingly. He strolled out into the night going to his Jeep, while calling Noah.
“Hey, are you leaving the club?” said Noah.
“Yep.”
“Did you really fuck the last one?”
“Oh yeah, and goddamn the bastard wanted it, probably more than the other two. I know it doesn’t make up for what they did to you, but at least they have to admit to themselves they are not the men they pretend to be.”
“Thanks Eli. You want to come over?”
Eli had been wanting to hear Noah ask him over for a long time, but something always stood between them, the last thing Noah feeling broken in some way after letting himself be used by the three men.
“I’ve been wanting you to ask me for a long time,” said Eli unlocking the driver’s door. “I’ll be there in about twenty minutes.”
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