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Normally, I wouldn't even think of recruiting a white guy for my club. That's not to say that my eye can't be caught by a white man or any color for that matter. It's just that the membership of our club, the Silk Fan, has been exclusively African-American for all seven years of its existence.
We were the only all black gay sex club in town. It was a point of honor. It gave us bragging rights. Sometimes, I even hesitate to bring in a brother who was too light skinned. You know, the brothers who are lighter than a white guy with a tan.
But this white boy just caught my imagination and wouldn't let go of it. For one thing, he was built to be a toy boy. Not bulky, but with the long muscles swimmers have. His best body feature was his nice bubble butt. Then there was the hair--black, curly, full and set off against his light blue eyes.
Now as many blue contacts as they sell, I have *never* felt that blue eyes were any better looking than brown ones. But, if this motherfucker had been brown-eyed, he would have slipped right under my radar screen.
Maybe it wasn't the color, but the pleading look in them. See, we were at the gym, and he was looking at me. Not the typical gay-boy look so intense you felt it when you were turned away, but the shy 'I don't want to want you but I do' look. What can I say? It was that look and not his pretty face that made me approach Randall Scully.
I waited until he came out into the gym's parking lot. Being 6' 2" tall and 210 pounds of solid black man makes you a little cautious in the way you approach timid white men. "Hi, the name's KeShawn Wayne," I said softly. "I'm going to 1620 for dinner. Follow me there, and I'll pay." That's all I said before getting into my truck. I didn't give him a chance to argue or put up an excuse. If I read him right, Scully had a car phone. He could cancel anything he had planned. He wanted to have dinner with me. Especially in an excellent restaurant which would be filled with well-heeled yuppies.
I was right. I was hardly out of my car before Randall's white Mercedes pulled into the spot beside my cherry red Yukon. I smiled, put my arm around him and squeezed his ass as we went inside. As I predicted, he didn't protest.
Side-by-side and with my arm around him, I could tell that Scully was about 6 foot even and around 180 pounds. Big enough to mount as we like to say at the club.
Most of the tables in 1620 are for two. Going against the 'pack them in tightly' trend in other restaurants. They also avoided the whole 'plate decorated with food which purports to be a meal' syndrome all too common in other class places. I work out so I can eat what I want. Which means when I plunk down the benjamins, I expect some food.
"This is a really great restaurant," Scully announced after the waitress had taken our order. "My name is Randall Scully, by the way."
I leaned back and stroked my beard. It gave me the 'all-knowing' look I covet. "I know. I asked around after I saw you checking me out."
Scully blushed. Okay, I'll admit it. White boys look cute when they blush. Right now, my 30 year old *boy* is looking real cute. "I didn't mean any disrespect."
"You wouldn't be sitting here if I thought you had." I relaxed my stance so Randy-baby didn't bolt, and not just because I would have to eat two dinners. "So, Randy, were you asking with your eyes or promising?"
The blush returned. "I don't have much experience," he admitted.
Now Randy couldn't have sealed his fate more tightly if he'd stripped down, thrown himself across the table, and begged for it. "But you want some experience. Don't you, Randy?"
Randall nodded. "Yes."
I waited for the waitress, in all her perky splendor, to leave our wine and glasses. After she had left, I placed my hand on Scully's wrist. "Have you ever heard of the Silk Fan Club?"
Randall's baby blues widened. "Just rumors. Things you hear whispered in the gym and the clubs. Are you offering me a silk fan?"
I had to smile as the not-so-hidden level of arrogance in this man. Silk fans were not just handed out. "I would candidate you, show your picture, and talk you up. It has to be a unanimous vote for you to be offered the fan."
Randall was quiet for a moment. "What kind of picture?"
"A tasteful nude shot. Nothing explicit. If it were on the web, it would land in the soft porn or art sections." I knew Randall had something to do with computers. Reluctantly I'd learned to deal with them, but I made sure all my employees knew how to use one. It's been a long time since an auto repair shop could run without several computers.
"Then what happens?" Randy asked.
"If you're invited, I come to your door at a prearranged time with a silk fan and a blindfold. I take you to the club, and you become the evening's entertainment. You will serve us with your body, and we will release you. You'll never be hurt, and you can end it at any time. But if you stop the activities, you will never be invited again, and you must return the fan."
"Can I think about it?" Scully asked.
"I insist you think about it, Randy," I responded. "We like our men to be thoughtful." The rest of the meal was dedicated to eating and talking about things we had in common--our love of the local triple-A baseball team, the Art Center and their constant need for funds, and upcoming tour company production of Chicago. I could tell he was impressed that a grease monkey like myself had an eye and ear toward art. I was impressed that a computer geek like him got out at all.
As we lingered over coffee and a sinful lemon torte, I passed Scully my card. "Call me in three days with your decision." I paid the bill, allowed him to leave the tip, and knew as we shook hands that he would be our next recipient of the fan. Now all I had to do was convince the rest of the club.
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It took three loud rounds of voting to get that unanimous agreement. What turned it was the closeup of Randy's eyes. It wasn't the blue, it was the need. That deep down soul need which you work every day to hide. Randy's eyes gave it up in that picture, and the men of the Silk Fan, as stubborn a bunch of motherfuckers as you could ever hope to find, couldn't let those eyes down.
I picked Scully up at his house. It was a cute little Victorian cottage in one of the oldest neighborhoods in town. He probably bought it cheap and fixed it up. It was the story for most of the nice houses in the area.
To say Scully was nervous was almost laughable. The man was scared, but excited. On the drive out to the club he had a grip on my knee which would probably leave bruises. I've bought about forty guys to the club over the years. Most of them could have played the captured American spy in one of those sixties films. They held it together no matter what. But not Randy.
I pulled off the two lane road which would take us right to the door of the club and tugged the smaller man into my arms. He was shaking, almost crying. I made soothing noises and stroked his head and back until he calmed down. "Don't leave me," he pleaded.
"Not for a moment," I promised. Randy was my candidate, and I had no intention of ever letting him out of my sight or out of my control.
Honestly, I can't say what came over me at that moment. I planned to push Randy back and hit the road. Instead I kissed him. I like kissing. It's an almost lost art in America. Randy could kiss very well. I tweaked his nipples and stroked his cock through his pants. Everything was up and ready. "We're almost there," I promised after giving his pecker another friendly pat.
The car eased back onto the blacktop, and we zipped down the almost deserted road to the onetime farm, now the home of the Silk Fan Club.
Stanley let us in and removed Randy's black silk blindfold. Scully blinked a few times, then looked around. If he was expecting some kind of sexual dungeon, he was disappointed. The entire place was decorated in English Colonial style courtesy of Bart.
Bart owned nine furniture stores in the state, and he'd decorated the place to suit his vision of us. I liked the style because the furniture was large and comfortable, easy to clean, and not fussy at all.
Bart had voted for Randy on the first round. Stanley held out until the last vote. But from their welcoming smiles you would have thought it was their idea to offer the fan to Randall.
I slipped my arm around Scully's waist and guided him into the living room. The fire was going in the oversized fireplace and the soft light, augmented by the three round chandeliers which looked like candle holders, made everyone look handsome. Candlelight always made brown skin look extra warm. But it also flattered Randy.
"Everyone, this is Randall Scully." I introduced him around to the other eight members of the inner circle of the Silk Fan Club.
Now all of us have our kinks. Sam's is bathing. He's got to be cleanest bastard in the world. He bathes all of our fan candidates. I guided Randy into the largest bathroom. It used to be the playroom when we bought the building, but now it's the bathing chamber.
Sam's a big, bald brother with a disarming smile. He uses that smile shamelessly before gutting some unfortunate criminal on the witness stand. Sam's got quite a reputation in the halls of justice. But in here, he was sometimes called 'Sponge Boy'.
Rick's the littlest brother in the place. Just a shade over 5' 7" with a face like an angel. He's a television producer and is in charge of the cameras in the club. He set the shot up so that everyone in the club could tune into the scene and watch Sam gently wash Randy from head to toe. Right now, the other thirty members of the club were watching their TV while fucking and sucking whoever they bought with them. Only the inner circle got any action with the candidate.
The tub's a custom job, seven feet long and five feet wide. It's got so many jets in it, you could almost be spun by them when they were all churning. The thing I liked about it was that the pump would heat up and keep the water from getting cold so the fun wouldn't be interrupted.
Sam's almost a head taller than Randy, wide, and over-defined. His nine inch, thick meat hung down and curved a little at the tip. Sam said it just made him better at ass fucking. Not that Randy would be riding that wand anytime soon. Even though Sam drew fourth in the lots, he was going first because bathing is his thing.
Sam undressed Randy and handed the clothes to Bart who folded them neatly. Once Randy was naked, Sam turned him around slowly so everyone got an eyeful of the pretty man. Randy was blushing, but his slender, uncut dick was already rising to the occasion.
"You've got a sweet looking dick, Randall," Sam announced before taking the smaller man's hand and leading him into the tub.
"Thanks," Randy replied uncertainly. He sighed as the warm water swirled around his body.
Now, Sam is a man who is never in a hurry when he has a new body to wash. He started at Randy's toes with a soft brush, did the legs and arms with a loofah, the stomach, back, and chest were cleaned with a sea sponge, and the neck and face were completed with a face puff. Last, Randy got his hair washed. Sam must have made it good because as the big man's fingers were manipulating Randy's scalp, Scully's cock rose up and pointed straight to the ceiling.
Reluctantly, Sam bought Randy out of the water and toweled him dry. He then had Randy lean onto the counter with his legs spread. Sam clipped and shaved the hair away from Randy's asshole, making it look virginal.
Bart held out a thin, green silk robe for Randy, and gently tied it at the waist. I took Scully's hand and led him into the living room. We sat down on the couch, and I pulled the other man closer to me so I could hold onto him for the next activity.
Tonight wasn't just special because of Randy's presence. Claude had purchased a slave from one of the sex slave auctions. The slave was a handsome, white, red-headed man named Bradley. Bradley seemed to be more trouble than he was worth to KeShawn, but Claude wouldn't part with the man.
Bradley had a problem belonging to a black man, but that was nothing compared to his trouble with booze. Claude had to empty his home of all alcohol and warn his friends about serving it. The club locked up the liquor cabinet if Claude called to say he was bringing his slave.
The first time Claude brought him around, Bradley couldn't seem to get his new position in life into his head. Because of the 'tude he was packing and some smartass things he had to say, Bradley had to perform as a slave. He ended up on his hands and knees, serving snacks from a silver tray balanced on his back, and keeping the floor clean for the rest of the night.
Claude had called and said that Bradley was to be publicly punished for a "crime". Now, if Claude had come home had found someone else plumbing Bradley's ass, then Claude would not be bringing his man to the club. So that left booze.
Bradley was shaking as he stripped down in the middle of the room. I leaned over and whispered into Randall's ear. "Bradley's the redhead. He sold himself into sexual slavery to settle his debts. He got drunk, drove, and hurt some people."
"Bastard," Randall hissed. He tucked his feet underneath him and leaned more firmly into my body. It wasn't against the rules, so I kissed the man again, savoring the sweetness of his mouth.
"Confess," Claude ordered the naked man.
Bradley looked around the room for sympathy, but found none. "I stole a pint of Johnny Walker Black Label from the liquor store and finished it off while Master Claude was at work. I was drunk when he came home."
A pint, in one day? Jesus! I couldn't have finished off an entire pint in a day if you put a gun to my head. Months of sobriety shot in one day. What a dickhead. Claude must have been furious.
Claude took off his belt, and Bradley began to beg. It did him no good. Claude held him down and whipped his ass with that belt until the younger man was sobbing. "On your knees, Bitch," he ordered the crying man. "Since you don't have any respect for yourself, why should I?" He looked around the room. "Line up, my brothers, and make him suck your big black dicks. I know he's developing a taste for them."
Everyone hesitated since Claude had strictly refused to share his toy earlier. Finally Jojo strolled over and pushed his seven incher into Bradley's mouth. Bradley was crying but that didn't stop Jojo from fucking the smaller man's face and calling him a "stuck up whore".
When Jojo came he pulled his dick out and slapped the kneeling man across the face with it several times. After Jojo stepped away, Bradley threw himself onto Claude's legs and begged. Seeing the arrogant prick so humbled was strange.
"I'm sorry, Claude. Please forgive me. I'll suck every dick in the place if you'll just let me come back to your bed. Don't send me away. Please, Claude, please. Don't make me sleep alone again." Then he wept. Much harder than he'd cried when the belt was singing through the air and leaving its mark on Bradley's pale cheeks. The scene must have been turning some people on, but I wasn't one of them. Humiliation never did it for me, no matter how much someone deserved it.
Claude lifted the younger man's chin and looked him in the eyes. "You're going back to AA, and I'm going with you."
I began to wonder if anyone in his life had truly drawn the line with Bradley. His spoiled attitude and present situation said no.
The couple moved over onto the small couch. Bradley draped himself across Claude's lap with his red ass sticking up in the air. I hoped none of the other members went over there to take Bradley's mouth. Claude would be honor-bound to grant the request as he proclaimed it free to all, but it would cause hard feelings later.
A couple of the servants went around with snack trays and warm towels in case someone needed to clean away some spunk. The servants were actually members on punishment for violating one of the club's rules. When charged and convicted, you could either leave or be a servant for the length of your punishment. I always suspected that Russell ended up on punishment so often because he liked being a servant.
The ebony-skinned man walked over with a tray of fried shrimp. Russell was wearing a white silk shirt and tuxedo tails but nothing else. His extra thick, uncut, ten inch cock was bobbing slightly as he moved around the room. Russell kept his crotch shorn of hair and baby butt smooth. Since his hairline had begun to recede, Russell began shaving his head. It made him look even more delicious. I loved pouring some thick, sweet sauce on the man's big meat and sucking on it. I always feel extra manly whenever I bring the older man off.
I grabbed up some of the shrimp and fed both myself and Randall. Since Bradley was here, there was no wine or beer being served, but David made a really excellent punch which looked and almost tasted like sangria.
Randall frowned when he saw the tall glass being poured for him. "It's just fruit punch," I explained. "David makes it for us." I pointed to the long, slender brother currently draped across the two military brothers he'd brought with him.
David had long dreadlocks, green eyes, and skin like the creamiest chocolate you could find. David was the most confirmed bottom I knew, and there was nothing like giving it all to the man. David had unbelievable stamina and on his thirtieth birthday gave thirty blowjobs at the club that night.
Thinking about David stirred up my one-eyed monster. Randall must have thought it was exclusively for him because he began to stroke me. Since I didn't want to end up on punishment, I didn't flip him over and fuck him stupid. But I thought about it.
When I judged that everyone in the room had calmed down from the earlier scene with Bradley, I rose from the couch and led Randall to the center of the room.
"Our candidate is Randall. He has an excellent body, a great sense of humor, and lovely cock and ass. I feel he will be an excellent addition to our club." I slipped the robe off Bradley and turned him around slowly so everyone could admire him. "I believe Randall is living his most cherished fantasy--men who will lovingly introduce him to pleasure. As much pleasure as his body can stand."
At this point, the brothers usually came up and began stroking the man standing before them. But not tonight. I knew most of these brothers had never slept with a white man or woman. Randall wouldn't be the only one crossing over this night. I knew I would have to take the first step.
I knelt behind Randall and gently pulled his tight little cheeks apart. I flicked my tongue across his hole and he answered with a shuddering moan guaranteed to raise every cock in the room. "Oh, yes," he moaned. Just those two words said more than a long, well planned speech. I kept licking his sweet little hole until he was actually shaking. Then I pushed the tip of my tongue inside the smaller man. He bucked, moaned, and pushed his ass back for more. That was all it took.
Randall went from white man to man at that moment for the rest of the club. Bart knelt in front of Randy and began sucking down on the man's slender pecker. David moved over and the two men took turns sucking down on Randall's cock.
"Yes, yes," Randall moaned as dozens of hands touched and stroked his body, mouths teased and laved his nipples, and tongues danced across his most sensitive regions. The candidate was lifted up and placed on a long wooden table with his legs and arms spread.
One by one, each member of the club moved up between his legs and kissed Randall's cock. They would then move around the table and kiss Randall on the mouth. Watching Randy put his hands behind each man's head and make the kiss personal had my prick leaking. I was the last one to taste his cock and nibble his lips.
"Is it going to happen?" Randall whispered against my throat.
"Yes, Randy," I promised.
Now the one thing we don't lack in this place is beds. If Randall had been a virgin, I would have insisted on the all-white theme bedroom, but Randy had three male lovers in his past. He would have more cock in this one night than all the previous 31 years of his life. And he was eager, almost desperate for that.
I led Randy into the first floor master suite, where his initiation would be broadcast to every room in the club. Normally, I stand back and jerk off as the candidate gets his ass and mouth plowed, but I felt... tender toward Randy. I wanted to hold him in some way as those cocks pushed their way into his body. I wanted to *feel* Randy's joy, not just see it.
I disrobed and climbed into bed with Randy. He gripped, kissed, and hugged me tightly. "Will you be first?" he asked.
I pushed a few strands of hair away from his sweaty forehead. "No, I'll be the last one."
David had drawn the first lot, so I didn't expect him to put Randall on his back, but he did. With Randy lying back, David began sucking the man's cock again. Randall kept trying to cum, but David wouldn't let him.
"No, not yet. I need this sweet thing for something else," David teased. Then the beautiful bitch sheathed and lubed up Randy's cock and slid down on it. "I love riding cock," he announced.
Randall was groaning, throwing his head back, and clutching David's waist as the taller man rode up and down on his dick. "Gawd, you're tight!"
David's dreadlocks were whipping around crazily as he bucked and pumped on the supine man's dick. I reached over and began pumping David's pretty little dick. Normally I like a man to have a long dick, but David's four incher was perfect for him. Giving him any more dick would have been a waste. He only wanted to take it up his ass, the thicker the better.
"You're such a hot looking bitch, David," I whispered in the taller man's ear. "Now that he's got it warmed up, can I split your beautiful ass wide later?" Normally I don't talk like that to David, but I could tell he liked it. "I want to jackhammer you into the mattress."
David's mouth dropped open, and his answer was swallowed by a howl as he came. "You teasing, bastard," he hissed.
"I meant it, sugar hips. When you get tired of G.I. Joe and Jack, give me a call." We kissed before he moved away.
"He's fantastic," Randy panted before accepting a glass of water.
"I know, but his attention span is short." I sighed. David could make you believe he was a sex angel, but an angel's time on earth is always limited. David gave good weekend, but anything longer than that was iffy.
Rashid crawled up next. The big man was an inch shorter than me, but about twice as wide and none of it fat. He still looked like the pro football player he once was. Rashid's kink was spunk. He loved it.
He cleaned off David's cock first, then pulled off Randall's condom, drained it, and proceeded to give the man's waning dick a tongue bath. I know how sensitive the old love stick can be after a David ride. Poor Randy's toes were going to be permanently curled and the whimpering was just so sexy. It certainly was working its magic on Rashid.
I went down between the other man's legs and parted his full thighs. Rashid has these amazing head crushing thighs which were thicker than my waist. His ass was made out of black granite and was almost as hard to plow.
I gave his wife, Lillian, a 12-inch strap-on to work his ass open for their anniversary. After five kids, she preferred he blunt his tremendous sexual appetite at the club. During his playing days, Rashid used to plow into the opposing players and hump them in the pile up.
Lillian was the one to bring Rashid to the club when Bart offered him the fan. She interviewed the entire inner circle, then spoke to every member and guest before we were allowed to proceed. I can't even describe how erotic it was to watch her undress her husband like a present and cover him in vanilla scented oil. He got spunk from everyone that night and moved up to the inner circle fairly quickly.
It was Lillian who paid the club's dues. Always with a check which included a lipstick kiss on the memo line. For her it was the perfect solution to their little family problem. The club was safe, it was discreet, everyone was tested, there would be no extra kids coming from his outside activities, and Rashid came home satisfied and happy every night. It was a consensus in the club that Rashid was the luckiest bastard in the world.
Bart passed me a short, fat, lubed dildo to plug into Rashid's tight ass. The big man groaned, bucked his hips toward me, but continued to lap Randy's reawakening dick.
I was working up a sweat plunging that dildo between Rashid's clinching cheeks, but I couldn't slow down with Rashid moaning around Randy's dick and Randy whispering "fuck him, fuck his beautiful black ass" like that. Switching hands was the only way to keep going as I sucked Rashid's thick meat and pumped his ass.
"Gonna--" Randy warned. He was really unable to move his hips because Rashid was lying on his legs and the larger man outweighed him by about eighty pounds. All Randy could do was make a gurgling sound before sending his spunk down Rashid's greedy throat.
The big man sucked our candidate dry, licked him clean, then shared a soft kiss with him. Only then did Rashid cum in my mouth. I didn't swallow, it would have broken my big friend's heart, and he would tell Lillian. I once made the mistake of laughing when she said she would spank me for swallowing and depriving her "boo bear" of his treat. I couldn't sit for the rest of the night after she got through with me. No wonder their five children are so well behaved.
Rashid rolled over on his back and waited for me. I crawled onto his chest, held my mouth over his, and dropped his spunk down his throat. The big man was never satisfied that you had turned over all of his seed. He would capture you and kiss you until he had every drop. Even though I'm a big man, I always felt small in Rashid's embrace. When he released me, I tweaked his sensitive nipples just to keep things even between us.
Randy was given a chance to rest and recover. I fed him grapes, cheese, and two of those tiny meat pies I picked up from Your Personal Chef, a take home and catering gourmet food shop. For a man who makes his living working on cars, I have an unnatural liking for gourmet food. Before I started the club, I used to hide my cookbooks and think I was the only black man in the world who had them.
It was okay to be gay as long as in everything else I was as manly as possible. I wear butch clothes, drive a truck, and work in MAN's profession. Having a garden or taking cooking classes was out. Then I started spending time with other manly gay men and found out that we come in all professions, have all sorts of interests, and some of us like to cook.
Nowadays I walk proudly into the culinary equipment store, display my cookbooks on an open shelf, talk knowledgeably about herbs and spices in front of complete strangers, and even take a cooking class now and then. For me, coming out as gay was never as scary as admitting I liked to cook.
Putting out those cookbooks where anyone in my kitchen could see them was like emerging from a cocoon.
I turned my attention back to Randy, who was curled up against me and softly scratching my legs with his toes. Our hot little candidate was a sensuous creature. Purring as members and those of the inner circle stroked his body and encouraged him and sucking my fingers every time I fed him. The boy was a keeper.
When I was sure he was rested enough, I signaled for the next man to move up to pleasure our candidate. Stanley sports a totally hairless body, courtesy of the club. Every week he gets shaved from neck to ankle by the members and then is soundly fucked by at least two members or guests while his skin is still tingling. Stan is good on both the receiving and giving ends, as I can personally attest. He's a toucher and a master of foreplay. Stan had poor Randy *panting* in just a few minutes. By the time he moved our candidate onto his hands and knees I was ready to pop off myself. I slid under Randy so I could watch his face and kiss him while Stan fucked his tight little ass.
"Ohmigod, ohmigod," Randy chanted as Stan slowly pushed into him. Stan's got just under six inches of dick, but that's all he needs. I pinched our candidate's tits and shared a long kiss with him as Stan let Randy get used to being filled again.
"Is it good?" I asked. Randy's cock seemed to be enjoying the action as it had risen up again. I massaged it in time to Stan's slow confident strokes.
"God, yes," Randy moaned. He pumped back as Stan began pounding into him. There is something so primal about the sound of two bodies (or more) slapping together during a rut. I kept kissing Randy, holding him, and rocking with him as Stan fucked him oh so good. All I wanted was to be in full contact with Randy as he got his first taste of chocolate cock up his hot little ass.
"Hot ass, white boy," Stan grunted and shot his load. Rashid grabbed the condom right off Stan's still hard dick and drained it. Then the big man licked and sucked Stan's cock clean. Stan leaned over Randy, pulled his face back, and kissed him. A soft sigh of approval came from all over the house. I couldn't see the room's screen from where I was lying, but I was sure that it was displaying a closeup of their faces.
Randy fell into my arms where I petted and stroked his back. We shared several kisses before I signaled for the next man to come forward. Rick turned the camera over to Sam and stepped up behind Randy. "Stay on top of KeShawn," he ordered.
Rick possesses a major cock--ten inches long and FAT. Rick has a string of cock whores all over town who mark their calenders and wait their turn to service his meat.
Rick was once sitting in the waiting room of my suburban shop while I personally checked over his mother's car. Rick doesn't trust just anyone to look after his mother's car.
The little brother was sitting there with a young blonde couple whose Explorer was up on the rack and ringing up the benjamins because they hadn't kept up the maintenance. People, when the drive belt on a SUV goes, it never dies alone.
I was about to walk in there and offer them a cab ride home until their vehicle was ready when the man went down on his knees in front of Rick and started chowing down on Rick's meat. Then the wife joined him.
I watched the couple suck on Rick's stick like they'd never get another chance in their lives to lick a dick. Then Rick put them both up against the wall like he was going to frisk them. He pushed up the woman's skirt revealing her long tan legs and black thatched cunt. Rick put on a condom and eased every inch of his monster straight up her. While her husband encouraged her, she writhed and moaned and beat the wall with her fists as Rick confidently fucked her.
She clawed at the concrete wall, babbled something in a language I didn't recognize, and slid down like she'd fainted. Rick pulled her back up by the hips and continued to fuck her until she came back to herself.
Rick withdrew and moved over to the husband, leaving the wife on the floor with her skirt still bunched up around her waist and her pussy leaking juice onto her thighs. He pulled the man's pants down and made him step out of them. Rick pushed the much taller man over to the magazine covered coffee table and had him kneel on it.
I didn't think there was enough lube in the world to get Rick's fucking snake up that hard-looking ass, but I watched in fascination as it went right in. Ol' boy was white- knuckle gripping my coffee table so hard I knew he was going to have to buy me another one.
Rick fucked that motherfucker like he'd paid for the privilege. The white man was sobbing but never once tried to get away. Rick answered those sobs by fucking him harder and slapping the larger man's ass until both cheeks were brilliantly red. They were fucking so hard that the table inched across the floor until it butted up against the wall.
The woman got to her feet and pulled her clothes back into place. She moved over and leaned against the wall to watch her husband take the same cock that had sent her into orbit.
Rick fucked the bastard for a good long time before he came. He pulled out, whipped off his condom, and tossed it into the trash. Rick pulled up his pants and softly patted the still kneeling man's red ass. "Come on in, KeShawn," he called. I wondered how long he knew I'd been standing there.
I stepped in, and managed not to stare at my kneeling customer whose red ass was still "just fucked by a monster cock" wide. I reeled off all the damage, along with how much it would cost to repair the Explorer. I threw in how I'd send them home in a cab and have one return them later when the vehicle was finished. All at my expense.
"Take off fifty dollars and Bob will suck your cock," Rick announced while stroking Bob's back. "Take off another one hundred and you can fuck him."
I glanced at the man and weighed the money versus the fuck. Even sloppy seconds would be good since it would be a couple of days before I could make it back to the club. "You can spank him for another hundred off," his wife threw in. "He's the one who didn't take care of the truck."
Bob looked up at me with tears streaming out of his pretty green eyes, sweat matting his blonde hair, and a strange satisfied smile on his face. He licked his lips. "She's worth another one hundred for her pussy and two hundred for her ass," he offered.
The woman blushed, but nodded in agreement. I touched Bob's gooseflesh covered asscheeks and felt the heat pouring off them.
I ending up fixing that truck for free and giving them a set of new tires in exchange for a wild weekend where not only did I spank and fuck *both* of them, Gail's hot younger brother, Steve, lost his boy cherry to me. I'd still be fucking that man if he hadn't returned to college.
Rick took a long, long time getting his big dick into Randy. When his balls hit Randy's asscheeks, Randy was exhausted and no longer holding himself off my body. I had no trouble supporting both his weight and Rick's. In fact, it felt good.
I hoped Sam was getting a good closeup of Rick's big cock going in and out of Randy. I would probably jack off to that tape for years to come. Too bad I couldn't take a copy home, but no tape made at the club ever leaves the premises. "What happens at the club stays at the club" is our motto.
Randy was clinging tight to me now, humping me as Rick so sweetly fucked him. I've seen Rick savage and I've seen him sweet. But this was the sweetest I'd ever seen him with anyone. He was kissing Randy's back and calling him "sweet baby" so softly that it almost caused a lump to form in my throat.
Most men come fast when they go fast, but not Rick. A slow fuck will always take him down quicker than one of his pounding fucks. "Baby, baby, baby," he shouted. Rick shook like he was having a seizure, then collapsed.
Rashid lifted Rick off his feet and carried him over to the small couch. This time the big man went right to sucking Rick clean, saving the filled condom for later. Rick grabbed Rashid's head and face-fucked him stupid before depositing fresh spunk in the big man's throat. Sam caught it all on camera.
Randy rested while Rick recovered enough to take over the camera again as it was now Sam's turn. Sam quickly moved Randy onto his side, spooned up behind him, and was inside in one strong stroke.
Sam's got a nice long dick, but it's much more slender than Rick's wand. Randy had no trouble accepting it. In fact, he was well into it as Sam fucked him, sucked on his shoulder, and moaned sweet dirty things.
Rashid forced his head between me and Randy, forced our cocks together, and began sucking them. I don't know how he knew we were both about to cum, but he made it just in time to suck us both dry.
The big man then flipped Sam onto his back and cleaned up his cock and condom. I called for a nice long break so everyone could recover.
"Thank you so much, KeShawn," Randy said as he returned from the bathroom. "This has been better than I'd dreamed.
I chuckled and squished the man to my chest. "That's what I wanted to hear. You only have two more men--Bart and me. Bart will probably want you to spank him and take his ass. It's been a while since he's had a scene. Normally, I do him, but since you're the candidate, he'll probably want you to do that." I kissed the smaller man again. "Do you think you can do that?"
"I've done spankings before," he assured me before I led him into front bedroom. Besides having french doors that opened onto the front porch, the room was often used for scenes. Today it was decorated as an office.
"I've done spankings before," Randy had said. Those words would echo in my head later as Randy, using an upper class British accent, administered one of the best spankings I have *ever* seen. Naughty schoolboy Bart, who had been caught spying in the girls' dressing room, was paddled, hand spanked, and given the hairbrush for the over the knee part, then he was lightly whipped.
Shaking and happy, Bart was *forced* to sexually serve the schoolmaster. Watching Schoolmaster Randall take Bart's supposedly virgin ass had my hand flying on my dick. Only the fact that Randy would be mine next kept me from cumming right then.
Rashid had Bart's cock clean and the condom empty in record time. Randy sat on the edge of the desk, threw both of his legs over Rashid's wide shoulders, and fucked the big man's face hard. It was difficult to believe this was the same man who so shyly was checking me out in the gym.
Schoolmaster Randy became Shy Randy again as I led him to the upstairs master bedroom. The fireplace was going, the bed was turned back, and a tray of goodies waited for our use.
We took a shower together first. I wanted every trace of all those other men washed away before I laid claim to Randy's body. "Do you have a little left for me?" I asked as I toweled him down.
"Yes," he promised as he took my hand and led me to the bed. Then he kissed the back of my hand before spreading himself out onto the mattress.
The urge to cover Randy and fuck him as hard as I could was strong. It was like a primal call for me to drag him back to my cave for mating. But I kept it under control.
While most members of the club seemed to have one or two kinks, mine were as changeable as a teenager's wardrobe. I liked different things on different days, and could be talked into trying almost *anything* once. Today, I wanted to lick.
Starting at the sole of Randy's right foot, I proceeded to lick a slow path up his tanned body to his right earlobe, across his face to his left earlobe, and down to the sole of his left foot. Next, I blazed a trail on the inside of his leg to his cock where I settled in for a nice leisurely sucking. Randy threaded his fingers into my thick hair and gently encouraged me to take him all.
When my lips moved down to the base of his cock, Randy was a shouting fool. The individual words made sense, but they didn't form a coherent sentence. I guessed he liked what was happening to him. My deep-throating technique had just gained a new fan.
"No, no, no, no," Randy babbled before he came.
I just managed to pull back enough so he didn't shoot down my throat. Rashid grabbed my head and pulled me to him. He emptied Randy's spunk from my mouth before I could even taste it. The man was just greedy and it pissed me off. I promised myself that I would fuck Rashid's ass raw that evening and send him home to sleep on his stomach with "KeShawn's bitch" written on his ass in ink.
Lillian would love it. She always loves it when I dominate her big man. She'd probably call and demand every juicy detail. I'd do my best to work her up so she'd strap on the dildo and fuck Rashid until she passed out. That's the way my wicked mind works.
Rashid moved away, his face in rapture as he licked his lips clean. It was almost enough to compete with the glow on Randy's face, and Randy was the one I needed to concentrate on. My revenge could wait.
I wanted to take Randy while he was on his back, and I could watch his face. I wanted to watch his face as I slid home inside him. Randy put the condom on me and applied the lube to both of us. Watching his fingers slip into his well used ass was revving me up.
My cock is big, not as thick as Rick's or as long as Rashid's, but it's quite large. Eleven inches and as thick as a woman's wrist at the base. After taking all of Rick's cock, I knew Randy could handle me. But that didn't mean I was just going to pound the man. I planned to enjoy him as long as I could.
Entering Randy was so, so good. Even after all the cock he'd had today, the man was still tight. I pushed Randy's legs back until his heels where resting on my shoulders and plunged straight in. After giving both of us time to adjust, I started pumping.
Men had told me they think of all sorts of things while fucking so they can last. Weird shit like math, housecleaning, baseball scores, and even war movies. My mind just can't do that. When I'm fucking, it takes up every brain cell I've got. All I can think of is the person I'm with and how good it feels. Yes, it always feels good. If it didn't, I would stop. Life is too short for bad or sloppy fucking.
My brain is going GOOD, FUCKING GOOD. TIGHT, HOT, SWEATY, RANDY, FUCKING GOOD. No math and no war movies. Just the tight ass gripping cock, the heat coming off the other man's body, and the sounds we're making as we both get what we want and need.
Randy was clawing my back now, maybe drawing blood, but it's not enough to make me stop. He's got tears streaming down his face, but his words tell me he's not in pain. "Yes, yes, gawd YES! Fuck me, KeShawn, don't ever stop."
I do my best, but even a dedicated cocksman has to top off. I sent my spunk deep into him. "Damn, Randy!"
My hand wrapped around the base of his cock and pumped him while staying inside him. It was wild as his orgasm caused his whole body to shake and his ass to squeeze my cock. "Sweet," I pronounced. We kissed, and I carefully eased from his body.
I was hardly on my back before Rashid was there to steal our spunk. He lapped us cleaned while grinning like a cat with a fifty gallon tank of cream. Yeah, his ass, which was rarely touched at the club, was going to be split open by my rod. Just as soon as I rose from the dead.
Randy threw his arm over me, snuggled down onto my chest, and promptly fell asleep. It was sweet. Bart covered us with the down comforter. I decided to sleep with our sweet candidate, secure that the fan would be his to keep for a long time.
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Randall awoke with a delicious soreness all over his body. The room was illuminated by the fireplace, so he could see even though the sun had long since gone down. KeShawn was not in bed with him, so he didn't hesitate to turn on the bedside lamp.
On the night stand was a note telling him to shower, dress in the robe hanging on the door in the bathroom, then to come downstairs to join the festivities. Beside the note was a single gold earring in the shape of a Chinese fan. He removed his diamond stud and replaced it with the new earring. He'd earned it.
After showering, Randall put on the robe, dropped his earring in the pocket, and walked down to the first floor. There was a couple on the stairs. One man was stretched out on the steps while the second man fucked his ass with quick rabbit-like thrusts. Randall would have stayed to watch, but there were deep, guttural groans coming from one of the main floor rooms.
He moved through the foyer and into the living room. There he saw his KeShawn on top of the enormous Rashid. Rashid was on the floor, doing pushups which drove him up onto KeShawn's dong. Rashid was straining and sweating as he tried to keep a steady pace. Every time he slowed down, KeShawn would fuck him so hard and fast the big man's eyes would water.
"Come on, Bitch, if you want some more spunk, you'll have to earn it," KeShawn warned as he pounded the shit out of the larger man when Rashid's stomach touched the floor.
It looked kind of brutal, but Rashid's cock was so hard, it should have been able to hold the big man's hips off the floor on its own.
Randy was startled when David wrapped his arm around his waist and kissed his lips. "Welcome to the club, Randy. I hope you live up to your name, because I really want more of your cock."
"What happened to your companions?" Randy asked, remembering the two bull-necked men with close-cropped haircuts.
David pouted. "I wore them out. All that muscle, and the two of them only lasted an hour. Talk about false advertising."
Randall looked around and spotted an unoccupied and oversized ottoman. He rushed David over to it and pushed the other man down on his stomach. There were bowls of condoms all around and lube sitting within easy reach of every possible fucking place. Randall sheathed his erection, lubed himself up, and left a generous amount on his fingers.
David was already swaying his luscious ass toward the shorter man by the time Randy was standing between his spread legs. Randy pushed three fingers into David and moved them around a probing circle.
"Fuck YEAH!" David shouted. Randy popped his fingers out and replaced them with his cock, almost in a single movement. "GAWD!!!" David shrieked as he was filled by Randy's cock.
Randy had enjoyed being ridden by David earlier, but now he was in total control of the hot tamale. He pulled the light brown cheeks of the taller man apart so he could watch his dick going in and out.
"Yeah, Baby, DO IT!!!" David demanded.
Randy kept the other man's asscheeks pulled so tightly he knew it would be almost painful for David, but he also knew it made it good for his partner. David's dreadlocks seemed alive as they animated the movement of the prone man's head. Randy was tempted to grab those dreadlocks and use them like reins, but that would have meant releasing David's ass. And he didn't plan on doing that until he'd cum.
"Fuck me raw, man. Give me all of your vanilla stick." David was beating the floor now--his breath coming in ragged puffs as he bucked his hips back and impaled himself on Randy's cock.
Someone touched Randy's ass and a tongue lapped at the streak of sweat he could feel going down his back. It just made Randy hotter.
The ottoman was bouncing now--bouncing as the two men smashed together, slapped against each other, and ripped apart. The tip of Randy's cock was almost visible every time he pulled back and his balls were banging against the other man's ass every time he slammed in.
"Shit, shit, SHIT!!!" David howled. His entire body hardened and it was like fucking a marble statue as Randy continued to slam into the other man. "Ahhhhhhh!!!" The taller man's entire body went limp. Randy slapped both sides of David's ass, causing the other man to clinch. That was all he needed to go over the precipice. He came, shouting to the gods. Randy was kissed and gently led to a couch where he was stretched out and covered with a throw.
He could see KeShawn still fucking the enormous Rashid. The big man was no longer capable of doing his pushups and was simply being fucked into the floor. KeShawn smiled when he saw Randy looking at him. "Did you miss me?" he asked.
"Terribly," Randy replied. He turned fully on his side and curled up to watch the rest of the scene.
KeShawn closed his eyes, slowed his pace, and began stroking the larger man's body with his hands. "That's okay, Rashid. You're such a good bitch that I forgive you for not being able to keep up. I'm just going to leave my spunk deep inside you instead of shooting it into your mouth." Rashid moaned tragically, but did not move as KeShawn groaned and thrashed to his orgasm. "Thank you, Babydoll, for milking my stick of every drop with your sexy tight ass."
"You're so cruel," Rashid moaned.
"I know," KeShawn agreed as he withdrew. The taller man retrieved a magic marker from the writing desk and returned to where Rashid still lay on the floor. Randy craned his neck to see what KeShawn was writing on the big man's ass. The black ink spelled out-- KeShawn's Bitch.
The words made Randy jealous. If anyone left the club with those words on him, it should have been Randy. KeShawn came over and squeezed in beside Randy. "Are you taking him home?" Randy asked the other man.
KeShawn looked surprised for a moment, then he smiled. "No, Rashid's married. His wife is going to see that, call me demanding all the hot details, and then fuck him for hours with her strap-on."
Randy was shocked, but in a good way. "Wow, what a woman."
"Don't I know it," KeShawn agreed. He cuddled Randy. "I was hoping to take *you* home, if you're in agreement."
Randy answered that with a kiss. "I'd love to," he responded.
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