Tom’s New Life

1.

Born in 1962 in England, Tom had known he was gay from an early age and revelled in it. He wasn’t bothered that he was different and anyone who tried to do him down was soon put in their place, either verbally or physically. He was now a tall muscular eighteen-year-old with a big cock and he made the most of his attributes.

He’d never know his father who’d left the family unit soon after he was born. He was also an only child. His mother relied on religion to lead her life, which did her no good at all. When Tom announced he was gay at age fourteen she was deeply worried. She relied on the teachings of her church but that provided little guidance apart from telling her that homosexuality was a sin. 

Although the 1967 legislation repealed the maximum penalty of life imprisonment for anal sex, it still discriminated. The age of consent was set at 21 for sex between men, compared with 16 for sex between men and women; a decision that pandered to the homophobic notion that young men are seduced and corrupted by older men. But this fact didn’t deter Tom from having sex with others like him whenever he could.

When Tom was eighteen his mother arranged for him to attend a conversion therapy clinic in the hope that they could put her beloved son on the right path. Tom could have easily persuaded her not to send him and save the money, which she could barely afford, but he decided it would at least give him a few weeks away from her continual badgering that homosexuality was a sin.

Tom made no attempt to hide his views about homosexuality whilst at the clinic. The clinician who ran the sessions soon realised he was never going to change this lad’s behaviour and was on a hiding to nothing. The clinic had received good money to attempt conversion so he stuck with it, knowing he couldn’t send Tom home early. However, Tom’s mother was contacted and asked if she could encourage her son to be more positive in the sessions. She spoke to him but as usual he took no notice and told her he would not be returning home when the clinic session ended and would never see her again. She was naturally distraught but knew her son had a mind of his own and couldn’t be changed.

Whilst at the clinic, Tom met Harry who he liked and they frequently had sex whenever they could. Harry loved being fucked by Tom’s big cock. Tom had hoped that Harry would join him in his new life but sadly that was not to be. He therefore made his way to London on his own, although he did meet a married guy on the train, who was a closet gay and enjoyed being fucked by Tom in the toilet, despite the cramped space.

Tom had never been to London but he’d read as much as he could on the capital city, especially about gays and where they gathered together. Having arrived at the London train terminal he walked out onto the busy London streets and revelled in his freedom. Having no place to go, he decided to visit Hampstead Heath which he’d read about. The woodland surroundings and the 'male-only' swimming ponds made it the perfect place for gay men to meet and search for sex. His hope was that he’d find a guy who’d take him home for sex, thus providing a roof over his head.

He studied the London tube map and worked out which line would take him to Hampstead Heath. This was another new experience for him. He’d never travelled on an underground train before. Once there, he used a map to guide him to his destination. The evening was drawing in and darkness was rapidly falling. Once in the wooded area he saw several guys wandering around seeking sex. He paused wondering how to proceed.

“Hi,” a voice behind him said. He turned around and found himself face to face with a black guy, his skin blending in with the darkness that was now rapidly enveloping them. “I’m Hakim.”

“I’m Tom” he replied, suddenly feeling a thrill of excitement shoot through his body.

“It’s not wise to do anything here. The police frequently patrol the area and use pretty boys to entrap you. Have you been here before?”

“No, first time. Only arrived in London today.”

“Where are you staying?”

Tom shrugged his shoulders and said he had nowhere to go at present. He then added that he’d read about this area and wanted to see it for himself. Hakim smiled. Tom appeared to be a likely candidate for what he needed.

“My car is parked in the nearby car park. You’re welcome to come back to my place” he grinned.

Tom almost jumped with joy. “Thanks. I’d like that.”

As they made their way to the car park, Hakim explained that Hampstead Heath had long been an area where men sought sex, even in olden days.

On reaching Hakim’s car, he unlocked it and Tom jumped in. He wasn’t an expert on cars but he reckoned this one was expensive.

“Where do you originally come from? If you don’t mind me asking.”

Hakim was often being asked this question because of his colour.

“I was born in this country. My parents are also British but my grandparents were from Kenya. Brought to this country as slaves.”

“Wow” Tom replied, not sure how to answer that.

“So, what brings you to London? Apart from wanting to see where gays have sex” Hakim chuckled.

Tom gave an outline of his life to date, including being sent by his mother to the conversion therapy clinic.

“Fuck. That’s terrible.” As Hakim said this he placed a hand on Tom’s thigh. Seeing that he didn’t react negatively, he gently moved it into the crotch. “Mm, well endowed” he chuckled.

“I imagine you are too,” Tom giggled. Why he’d said that he wasn’t sure but the guy was big in stature so he imagined the organ between his legs would be too.

“See for yourself” he replied as he pulled onto the main road. Tom immediately accepted the offer. He was right. The cock was huge and it was hard. For the rest of the journey he massaged it through Hakim’s shorts whilst his own was receiving similar treatment.

As they drove, Tom tried to see where they were going. He saw a sign saying London Borough of Camden and a few moments later they were turning into a road which was lined with semi-detached houses. Almost at the end, Hakim parked outside number twenty-eight.

“Here we are. This is where I live. You said you’ve just arrived in London today having left home, so where’s your luggage?”

“I’ve only got a holdall so I put it into a locker at the mainline station” Tom replied as he climbed out of the car. “I’ll collect it tomorrow.”

Before unlocking the front door, Hakim paused. “I should explain that I live with a guy. We’re good friends and frequently have sex, often with others as well, so don’t feel put off when you meet him. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, of course. More the merrier” Tom laughed, although he’d never had a threesome or any other number.

“I’m home” Hakim called before taking Tom into the living room at the back of the house. The layout was typical for a three-bedroom property built in the 1930’s. Separate living room, dining room and kitchen downstairs and three bedrooms of various sizes upstairs plus a bathroom.

“This is Ishir.”

“Hi, I’m Tom.”

They shook hands and smiled at each other.

“We met on the Heath,” Hakim explained.

Ishir was an eighteen-year-old Indian who’d been forced out of his home after his father found out that he had a gay son. “You’ve brought shame on the family,” his father told him. “Don’t darken these doors again or the rest of the family”. Tom later found out that Hakim, who was now twenty, had found Ishir wandering the streets so had offered him a home.

Ishir immediately offered Tom refreshment and Tom readily accepted. He’d not had much to eat during the day. The welcome sandwich was washed down with a glass of lager. When he’d finished eating and drinking, Hakim said, “I suggest we get to know one another before we settle down for the night. So, let’s see what you have to offer” he grinned at Tom.

Not being shy about stripping naked in front of strangers, Tom immediately removed his clothes.

“Wow, he’s beautiful,” Ishir exclaimed. “He’s perfect for the club.”

Tom looked at him wondering what he meant.

“I should explain,” Hakim said. “I own a gay night club and Ishir is one of my pole dancers but I need another. That’s why I was on the Heath, looking for talent. Seeing you I decided you might be a possible candidate.”

“And am I?” Tom laughed.

“You’re perfect, assuming you don’t mind exhibiting yourself in front of randy men.”

“Totally naked?”

“Almost” Hakim chuckled.

“Fine by me. I never mind showing it all in public. Would I get paid?”

“You would and if you want a place to live, you can live with us.”

“Sounds perfect. When do I start” Tom laughed.

“Tomorrow night. But in the meantime let’s enjoy ourselves.”

He and Ishir immediately stripped naked and Tom certainly liked what he saw. As expected, they both had beautiful bodies. Hakim’s cock was long and thick, Ishir’s smaller but still a reasonable size. Hakim was always a top and Ishir a bottom, so Tom fitted perfectly since he was versatile.

Ishir immediately dropped to his knees and started to suck both cocks, flitting from one to the other. It didn’t take long before both were fully erect. Hakim told Ishir to bend over an armchair.

“There you are,” he grinned at Tom. “All yours.”

Tom lubricated his cock using the KY given to him and inserted it into Ishir’s arse. Once he was deep inside, he felt himself being bent over Ishir’s back. He guessed what was going to happen next. He felt Hakim’s big cock penetrate him and begin fucking. He continued fucking Ishir’s arse whilst being fucked by Hakim. It felt wonderful.

When they eventually went to bed, Hakim took Tom into his room. Ishir was used to sleeping alone. Nobody wore pyjamas and once in bed, Hakim embraced him, kissed him full on the lips as he pressed his naked body against Tom’s. It felt good and Tom enjoyed the closeness. They slipped off to sleep and Tom felt content.

2.

“Wear as little as you like,” Hakim told him the following morning. Ishir and I enjoy being free and generally go naked whilst at home. Hence the reason for the blind in the dining room to avoid upsetting the neighbours” he laughed.

“Do they know they have gays in their midst?” Tom asked.

“Probably but being typical English they say nothing.”

Tom loved being naked so opted for the no clothes style like the other two. Hakim was pleased when he entered the kitchen where breakfast was being prepared. Once everything was ready, they carried it into the dining room where they ate. It was already mid-morning having not gone to bed until the early hours.

“Did you sleep well?” Ishir asked. Tom said he did, tired from his journey to London.

“You’ll get used to the late hours. The club is open on Friday and Saturday from 10 p.m. to 4 a.m. It’s good to have a rest mid afternoon on those days. On Monday to Friday a separate bar area is open from 6 p.m. to 10 p.m. I employ a manager to run that and the pole dancer performs on Fridays for the last two hours. 

On club nights you’ll be on most of the time but you’ll share that with Ishir doing hourly shifts. When not on stage you’re welcome to mingle with the customers, many of whom will have fun with you and give you tips, which you can keep. When we’ve finished breakfast I’ll take you to the premises and show you around. Still want the job?” Hakim asked.

“Yeah, sounds brilliant. What do I wear whilst pole dancing?”

“Not a lot,” he laughed. “I’ll show you at the club.”

The club was situated in the heart of Soho. Hakim had commenced working for the previous owner at the age of eighteen. Much to his surprise, when the owner suddenly died, he found that he’d bequeathed the club to him. According to the solicitor he had no family and had been very fond of Hakim. On taking it over he found it was barely covering costs so made changes, including the introduction of a pole dancer which proved very popular so increased membership.

Whilst showing Tom around he told him about a red light that came on if the police raided the club which happened every so often. 

“If you see it, run immediately off stage and into this room. This opens a secret door which will take you into a secret room. Wait there until I fetch you.”

Hakim then gave him the article of clothing he’d be wearing whilst pole dancing. 

“I had these made for me,” Hakim chuckled. It was a very skimpy G-string with a very narrow strap that went around the waist and in his crack, leaving the buttocks fully exposed. The pouch, which was made of a black net material, was just about large enough to hold the genitals. “Try it on.”

Tom stripped naked and put on the G-string which was fastened on both sides with Velcro.

“What I want you to do whilst dancing is unfasten each side and then pull it off so you continue naked with your bits flying around.”

“What if I get an erection?” Tom grinned.

“All the better. The customers will love it.”

With his bits suitably adjusted to feel comfortable, Tom grasped the pole above his head and launched into swinging on it and twisting his body around the pole including upside down. Hakim was impressed.

“Have you done this before?”

“No, first time” Tom grinned, now upside down and sticking his bollocks out for all to see. He loved showing off his body and his attributes.

“You’re a natural. The customers are going to love you” Hakim congratulated him.

Whilst he was practising a cleaner appeared. On seeing Tom he immediately stopped what he was doing.

“Hi, Jan. This is Tom, a new pole dancer.”

“He is brilliant,” Jan replied in broken English. He was Polish and nineteen years old. He was also gay. Although legal in his country of birth, being gay was not generally accepted. When he’d been outed by school friends, his parents disowned him so at age sixteen he was sent to England to live with a gay uncle who took sexual advantage of having a gay nephew living with him. At eighteen he’d obtained the cleaning job at the club.

After Hakim had completed his paperwork he went to find Tom. He’d completed his practice on the pole including performing naked, which thrilled him to bits. He found him in the bar area, still stark naked, talking to Mobo, the twenty-three-year-old Nigerian bar manager. He’d joined soon after Hakim had taken over the club and set up the ground floor bar facility to bring in more custom. He was good at his job and also managed the club bar with the aid of two young barmen. He lived alone and was prepared to work long hours for which Hakim paid him handsomely.

“Ah, I see you’ve met Tom, our new pole dancer,” he grinned.

“He’s gorgeous, isn’t he? Has the other lad left?”

Hakim confirmed he had, so Tom was pairing with Ishir. “He was averse to showing it all in public, so I paid him off. As you can see, Tom loves flaunting his bits.”

Mobo laughed, saying the customers were going to love him. Hakim told Tom to dress because it was time to go home and rest in preparation for that night’s performance.

When they arrived home, they found Ishir busy doing chores. “How did he get on?” he asked whilst Tom went upstairs to remove his clothes.

“Brilliantly. He’s a natural. You’ll enjoy working with him.”

They arrived back at the club at 9 p.m. in readiness for opening. Tom and Ishir stripped and put on their G-string. 

“It suits you,” Ishir grinned. “I suggest you do the first hour. I’ll assist at the bar. It persuades customers to buy more drinks. But first I’ll do half-an-hour in the bar upstairs.

Tom took up his position and when the recorded background music commenced he started his performance. Members were soon entering, anxious to maximise their time at the club. Several immediately noticed him and moved nearer to watch.

“Wow, what a beautiful body” one guy in his twenties exclaimed.

“And a beautiful cock. Wouldn’t mind having that inside me.”

Twenty minutes into his hour, he removed his G-string. There was a general gasp of approval around the club. Guys crowded nearer to get a better look. Normally, the pole dancer didn’t get totally naked until five minutes before they ended their session, so this caused great delight. It wasn’t long before he was showing signs of an erection due to his cock rubbing against the pole and jumping around loose.

Meanwhile, Ishir was moving around the club collecting empty glasses, leaving the two barmen to serve drinks. As usual, he received several pats on his naked butt.

When his hour was up, Tom stopped performing and those watching gave him tumultuous applause. Several moved forward to give him tips.

“If you let me hold your beautiful cock, I’ll double it” one guy grinned as he held out two notes.

“Be my guest” Tom grinned and let the guy hold his cock.

“Thanks” Tom smiled as he took the increased tip.

“Will you be performing each night?”

“Yeah, along with him” Tom replied, indicating Ishir who was now approaching.

Having seen the increased interest, which he hoped would result in an increase in customers, Hakim had instructed Ishir to remove his G-string much earlier.

Tom had replaced his G-string and gone to the bar for a drink. He was allowed one after every performance so opted for a lager. As he consumed it, several guys commented on his pole dancing.

“You were brilliant and doing it stark naked was fantastic” one guy complimented him.

After he’d finished he moved around the club collecting empty glasses. Several guys felt his naked bottom and a couple placed a hand on his cock which was still slightly hard inside the pouch.

The guy who’d given him the extra large tip held his hand out. “Are you allowed to sit with me for a moment?”

“Yeah, no problem,” Tom replied. He put down his tray of empty glasses and sat on the guy’s lap. The guy took hold of the cock and gently squeezed it.

“I'd like this inside me” he grinned, “but I guess that’s not allowed.”

“Afraid not” Tom grinned, although he’d have willingly done so.

His next session on the pole was due so he hastily prepared himself. As he walked on to the empty dais where he’d perform there was more applause. He stopped and grinned before performing an erotic dance before he went to the pole. As he danced he removed his G-string to expose his already excited cock. Those looking on burst into applause. He then spent the next hour performing on the pole adopting a wide range of positions as they came to mind. Nothing was pre-planned. It just happened. Several positions exposed his naked arse to the crowd and guys became sexually excited as they saw his hole.

“Fuck. How I’d like to fuck that arse” one guy said and moved nearer. At the end of his hour, he walked straight to the bar to get his drink without bothering to replace his G-string. He loved the freedom to walk naked amongst a bunch of randy guys. At the bar, the guy who’d given him the extra large tip came up to him.

“You are truly brilliant.” He then whispered, “Can I hold that beautiful stiff cock?”

Tom grinned and nodded. Whilst he enjoyed his drink, the guy gently massaged it, keeping it rock hard.

For his final hour, he walked on stark naked, much to the delight of the audience and performed. When he’d finished he was tired after the exertion, so walked off stage and returned to the changing room.

“You were brilliant,” Hakim told him. “The guys loved you. If you want to ditch the G-string and perform totally naked in future, it’s fine by me. I heard several guys say they’d be back tomorrow to see you again.”

Tom grinned, happy that he’d pleased his employer. “You enjoy being naked amongst guys, don’t you?”

Tom nodded. He certainly did. “I love the freedom to be who I am.”

Once home, Hakim took Tom straight to his bed. Ishir went to his room feeling disappointed. It looked as if Tom was now the favourite and he’d be second best. Their minds too active to go to sleep, Hakim and Tom made love which ended in Hakim’s big black cock fucking Tom’s cute arse. Tom loved the sensation of cock in arse and the sexual excitement it gave him. He’d never had sex like this before and he never wanted it to end.

3.

They woke up mid-morning and enjoyed breakfast together. As usual they’d all stayed naked and after Ishir and Tom had finished making preparations for that evening’s meal, they relaxed in the living room. Hakim had both of them sitting beside him and it wasn’t long before he was playing with their cocks. They were soon hard and the fun and games began.

Ishir was told to kneel on the floor and Hakim fucked him from behind whilst Ishire sucked Tom’s cock. He was now feeling happy again and no longer felt the odd one out. He too loved the feel of Hakim’s big cock inside him and savoured every moment as he sucked Tom’s big cock. Secretly he envied its size because he’d have loved to have one as big so that guys at the club were more interested in him.

After Hakim had deposited his morning load into Ishir’s arse, he told Tom to fuck him. He changed places and gently fucked Ishir until he too was dumping his load of man sperm. As Hakim watched, he was reminded that in the eyes of the law they were acting illegally since both lads were under the legal age of twenty-one but most guys ignored the stupid law making sure they kept it secret.

As much as the police attempted to enforce the new law on homosexuality, they had to catch men in the process, which seldom happened unless they used pretty boys to lure guys into making illegal sexual acts.

It was soon time to make their way to the club for the Saturday night customers. Knowing how popular Tom had been the previous night, Hakim told him to take the first shift. It suited Ishir who helped at the bar wearing his G-string.

As the customers arrived, many of whom had been the previous night, they cheered when they saw a totally naked Tom pole dancing.

“That’s more like it” one guy laughed and massaged himself through his trousers.

Hakim was pleased to see that the attendance was higher than for a usual Saturday night, so perhaps word had already spread about the new pole dancer.

After his hour of dancing, Tom went off stage, slipped on his G-string and moved around the club on the pretence of collecting empty glasses again. His friend from the previous night was there again and invited him to sit on his lap whilst he felt the big cock inside the tight pouch.

“It’s time others had fun with this guy” an older guy demanded and attempted to pull Tom off the other guy’s lap. Tom looked at the guy and something told him he was going to be trouble.

“I’ll decide who I allow to manhandle me” Tom told the guy who was now trying to rip off his G-string.

“You heard the lad,” another guy said. “Leave him alone.”

“Keep your fucking nose out of it” the older aggressive guy replied.

Seeing something wrong, Hakim immediately went to investigate. 

“Put him down, now” Hakim told the guy in a firm voice. The guy released Tom enough for him to get out of the guy’s grip and quickly moved away.

“What’s the point of having these kids show off everything if we can’t touch them?” the guy shouted.

“Because they’re not here for your specific sexual gratification.”

“He let this guy touch him, why not me?”

“It’s his choice who he allows to intimately touch him. Unless you can keep to the club rules, then I must ask you to leave and not return.”

The guy stormed off and was led out of the door by the security guard. Hakim made sure the guy’s membership was immediately cancelled so he couldn’t gain access to the club again.

“Are you okay?” he asked Tom, who just smiled and nodded. It wasn’t the first time he’d been accosted in his life by guys like that and knew how to handle them.

Life continued in much the same way for Tom over the next few weeks. Twice a week he’d pole dance naked at the club and guys flocked to see him. On other days he’d help Ishir around the house or go to the club with Hakim to assist with maintenance jobs. He was also trained to be a barman because one guy could only work certain hours, so on the days when it was just the bar open he enjoyed serving guys whilst wearing his G-string which always attracted attention.

Whilst pole dancing at the club one Friday night, he was suddenly aware of the red light flashing. He immediately stopped, rushed off stage and made his way to the room where the secret room was situated. Ishir followed him and they opened the secret door and made their way into the small space.

It was lit by a dim light so nothing could be seen from outside. Once inside the room, Ishir pulled a thick curtain over the door to stop light and noise seeping through. There was a large cushion on the floor so they huddled together. They could hear the commotion going on in the club area where the police were shouting, clearly frustrated at not finding anyone they could arrest. Seasoned club goers were used to such invasions by the police who hated the idea of gay men gathering together. As soon as the red light alarm was seen they just sat back enjoying their drinks and casually talking. Newer customers just followed suit.

“Satisfied?” Hakim asked the officer in charge. “No orgy going on here. This is a respectable club.”

“Yeah, that’s what they all say” the officer replied.

“Have you seen any offences being committed?”

“No”

“In that case remove your officers immediately before I make a formal complaint.”

His predecessor had advised that was the way to treat the police in such situations even if you knew guys were enjoying one another’s intimate parts before they arrived. Provided guys remained clothed, he didn’t object to what they did but he kept a close eye on the action.

After the police had made their exit, the green light flashed and guys returned to what they were doing before the police raid. Hakim went to the room where his lads were hiding and called out “all clear”. He opened the secret door and grinned. Both lads were stark naked in a ninety-nine position sucking one another’s cock.

“Glad to see you’ve made good use of your time” he grinned. They giggled and climbed out, both with an erection. “Pity to waste those” Hakim grinned, and told Ishir to bend over the table and Tom to fuck him. Ever prepared, he gave Tom a tube of KY to lubricate his cock. He locked the door, slipped off his own trousers (he never wore underwear) and lubricated his own now hard cock. 

Once Tom was fully inside Ishir, he slipped his erection into Tom’s beautiful arse. He so loved fucking him. The action continued for several minutes before he heard Tom gasp and he knew he was shooting his load. Once spent, Tom continued fucking Ishir whilst Hakim fucked him. Eventually, he heard Hakim gasp and shoot his load.

Kevin was twenty-eight and wealthy having made his money in property. He owned a big house in Chelsea that had its own indoor pool in the basement. He was a regular to the club and loved watching Tom pole dancing. He’d even had intimate conversations with him during his breaks.

“I’m holding a pool party for a group of gay friends” he told Hakim. “I’d like Tom to provide the entertainment. I’d pay, of course.”

“How many are attending?” Hakim asked as he considered the matter.

“They’ll be six in total, including me.”

“What would you want him to do?”

“Undertake his usual performance but start with wearing some clothes which I’d provide and continue until naked.”

“And after that?”

Kevin grinned. “Well, as you can imagine, having a naked nubile lad like him in the midst of six randy men, it’s bound to cause sexual excitement, so if he was willing, I’d like him to take part. I’d pay a handsome fee for his services. I could, of course, hire a male escort but he’s such a lovely lad who appears to love showing off his gorgeous body to anyone, I thought he’d be perfect.”

“I’d have to ask him first to see if he’s willing and if he is, there would be one condition, that I also attend to ensure his safety. As you know, things can get out of hand after a few drinks and I need to protect him.”

“Of course, you’d be welcome to attend, and join in if you wish” Kevin grinned knowingly.

Hakim called Tom to the office and put the proposal to him. “It’s totally your decision, Tom, and if you decided to accept, I’d accompany you.”

Tom smiled. He liked the idea especially if Hakim would be there. He therefore accepted and left them to agree on a price.

The pool party was early evening on the following Sunday. On being told, Ishir was disappointed that he hadn’t been invited but understood why Tom had been chosen. He was far more attractive than him, especially when naked with his big cock on view. He also understood why Hakim wanted to attend.

“We probably won’t be home until the early morning,” Hakim added. “Perhaps you’d like to invite a friend to stay over.”

Ishir liked that idea and immediately called a friend he’d originally met online. “We’ll be on our own so we can do what we want,” he added. 

His friend liked that idea as his mind went into overdrive.

4.

“Wow, what a house” Tom commented as they walked up to the entrance and began making their way along the driveway to the front door. It was a large double fronted detached house on a very smart road.

The door opened and they were welcomed inside by Roberto who was Kevin’s Spanish nineteen-year-old houseboy. They’d met whilst Kevin was on holiday in Spain three years ago and Roberto was keen to move to England so Kevin offered him work and live with him. Roberto had known he was gay from an early age and jumped at the offer.

Kevin appeared and also welcomed them into the large living room. He then gave Tom a pair of flimsy shorts and a sexy G-string. Roberto had made them so they could easily be removed. He showed him where the stitching was just a few stitches which with one tug would give way and the items would fall away.

“Try them on to make sure they fit okay” Kevin told Tom.

Tom immediately stripped naked in front of the others and slipped on the G-string which was constructed from a mesh material so showed all. He then put on the flimsy shorts which fitted him perfectly. They now waited for the guests to arrive but Tom was to remain hidden until everyone was situated in the basement pool area.

Kevin and Hakim changed into their swimming trunks both of which were tight fitting so showed off their attributes. Roberto remained dressed to welcome the guests but would be showing off his skimpy swimming trunks later.

When the four guests had arrived and changed into the swimming trunks, Kevin led them down to the swimming pool in the basement. A table was laden with snacks and drinks for guests to help themselves.

“Before we commence having fun, I have some entertainment for you” Kevin announced and nodded to Roberto to fetch Tom. As he appeared the guests cheered. The music started and Tom immediately commenced an erotic dance during which he removed his shorts. The guests gasped when they saw his skimpy G-string. A few minutes later he removed that as well and continued dancing naked. The guests cheered and Tom rubbed his naked body up against several of them. 

Hakim could see it had the desired effect as the guys concerned now had hard-ons. He was proud of his boy and a new idea for the club jumped into his head as he watched. Roberto had now changed into his G-string and Tom involved him in the dance. He’d arranged this unbeknown to Kevin. Also unbeknown to him was that Roberto had made his G-string easily removable. As they danced together, Tom yanked the G-string off him. The guests loved it and were roaring their approval as the pair rubbed their cocks together and humped one another, causing both to get erections.

When the erotic dance ended there was a big round of applause, including Hakim and Kevin.

“Okay guys, I think it’s time to join these lads and have some fun” Kevin announced.

Terry was twenty-one years old and the first to speak to Tom after he’d finished his performance.

“You’re beautiful and a wonderful dancer. I’d love to feel this inside me” he grinned as he held Tom’s stiff cock.

“I’d love to fuck you” Tom grinned.

They moved to the back of the pool where Terry removed his trunks and bent over a table. He’d come prepared with lubricant which Tom used to lubricate his stiff cock. He pushed the large head against the puckered hole and Terry gasped. He then felt it slowly moving inside him and he was in heaven.

“Ah. fuck. That is so wonderful” he groaned. Others had gathered around to watch the action as swimming trunks were being removed and tossed to one side.

“Yeah, fuck his arse” one of the guys told Tom. “He loves having his arse fucked.”

Tom continued and slowly increased the pace until he’d shot his load inside. Once the cock had been extracted, Terry turned around and gave Tom a big kiss. “Thank you. That was brilliant.”

Another guy named Derek moved forward. He was twenty-four years old and was well endowed. 

“I understand you like having your arse fucked as well” he chuckled. Tom nodded and looked down at the guy's appendage. It was big. Before he could say anything, he’d been bent over the table and the big cock was inside him. There was no finesse about this fuck but Tom enjoyed it all the same.

The alcohol flowed as the naked bodies jumped in and out of the pool and had sex with one another. Hakim and Roberto joined in and both Hakim and Tom enjoyed fucking Roberto whilst Kevin watched on.

It was in the early hours when Hakim and Tom finally left to go home in a taxi.

“You did well,” Hakim told Tom. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

Tom said he most certainly did.

Whilst eating breakfast the following morning, Hakim informed Tom and Ishir of his new idea for the club. “I’m going to offer the club’s facilities for private parties during nights when it’s closed. You two can pole dance to get things going and then entertain guests.

“You mean sexually” Tom enquired, guessing that was Hakim’s plan.

“Yes. We can make good money but confidentiality would have to be maintained. We don’t want the police finding out.

“Isn’t that risky?” Ishir queried.

“If you don’t want to be part of it and earn extra money, that’s up to you, Ishir. I take it you’d be willing, Tom?”

Tom grinned and said he most certainly would. Not wanting to be left out, Ishir said he would too.

The first private party took place two weeks later. Hakim had contacted several guys he thought would be interested and one immediately made a booking. It was his boyfriend’s birthday and he wanted a special party. It had been agreed that names would not be divulged in order to maintain secrecy. Even Tom and Ishir’s names were not given out. The customer had wanted finger-food that could be eaten as and when required and plenty of drink. He’d also arranged a birthday cake to be delivered that afternoon.

Ten guys, including the customer and his boyfriend, arrived and the party began.

“Let your hair down guys and help yourselves to food and drink” the customer told everyone. “And whilst we drink, let’s enjoy the pole dancers who I’m told will be available for your pleasure after they’ve finished their performance.”

Hakim stayed in the background and watched the action on CCTV monitors in his office. He’d had this new type of monitoring system installed for security the year before. He watched his lads start their performance. They’d practised a routine which involved them both swinging on the pole alternatively and stripping one another naked within the first five minutes and dancing stark naked for another ten.

When Tom yanked off Isher’s G-string the guests cheered. A moment later Tom lost his and more cheers were uttered. The performance involved humping one another and massaging each other’s cock. When they finished, both were sporting stiff cocks which pleased the guys no end. Within seconds both were pulled off the dais and the orgy began. Within minutes, ten naked guys were having fun with one another, sucking cocks and fucking the two lads, and each other.

At the appointed time, the customer collected the birthday cake from Hakim. The twenty-one candles were blown out by the ‘birthday boy’ and everyone enjoyed a piece before he was fucked by his boyfriend and the eight guests.

The orgy continued well into the early hours and everyone agreed they’d had an amazing time.

“This place is amazing. Never seen anything like it before” one guy exclaimed.

“It is but don’t forget to keep it confidential. We don’t want the police knocking on our doors” the organiser reminded everyone.

After a while a private party was taking place at least once a week which brought in significant sums of money for Hakim and the lads.

It was the early 1980s and reports of a strange new disease began emerging from the United States. Gay News ran a story in November 1981 under the headline Gay cancer or mass media scare? but relatively few people noticed. It wasn’t until Ishir became ill and lesions started to show on his body that Hakim and Tom began to take notice. He was eventually diagnosed with AIDS which had been found to be sexually transmitted and caused by HIV.

Tom started to panic but somehow he and Hakim didn’t show signs of the disease. Campaigns about safe sex commenced but most of the men who continued to attend the club wanted to feel their naked cock in Tom’s arse, so continued to have unprotected sex. 

AIDS patients were isolated in a separate ward with nurses and doctors wearing special clothing to stop them from catching the disease. But Hakim and Tom regularly visited the hospital where Ishir was receiving treatment and whilst there watched three other friends slowly die of AIDS. Each time they went home in tears hoping that Ishir would get through okay.

Sadly, the time came when they knew he wouldn’t so sat by his bedside holding his hand until he passed away. It was a sad time for both of them but they needed to make money so continued with the club and the private parties which were still very popular.

The loss of Ishir brought Hakim and Tom much closer to one another and one night having just had sex, Hakim looked at him and said, “I love you, Tom. Have done from the moment I first met you.”

Tom’s heart rate increased. He’d always loved Hakim but never imagined he’d hear these words.

They became official boyfriends but Tom continued to be available for customers when required.

They remained together forever.

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