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   Author's Note: The Gold Club is the first book of the Gold Club Series.
Book One deals with discovery of sex by two boys, Tom and Carl, who by the
time they reach high school, have been recruited into the bisexual,
anything goes, Gold Club.



   THE GOLD CLUB By Art Martin

   CHAPTER 2 SEX AND AN ICE CREAM SUNDAE (bb, oral)

   A few months later, Tom was staying with Carl.  It was a Saturday, and
their team had played three games in the local soccer association's
championship tournament.  Their team, the "Blaze", was eliminated so there
were no games for them tomorrow.  It was far too cool for swimming, but a
perfect evening for relaxing in the hot tub.  Carl's dad was at the soccer
games today, and he joined the boys in the hot tub for a while.

   Bob was a big man, 6'3", 250 lbs., no fat, just the lean hard muscle
mass of a man who had worked out on a regular basis for years.  Today's
soccer games were hard fought.  Blaze played well, but they came up short,
and the boys were somewhat dejected at their loss.  Bob explained that
while there is no substitute for winning, if you don't win and you know
played your best, just forget it but be prepared for next time.  The
conversation went from today's games, to Bob's college football days, to
how to build muscles.

   "Dad, Tom and I want to build up our muscles.  Can we use your stuff in
the workout room?"

   Bob's workout room was always off limits to Carl, as Bob knew it was
easy to get hurt if you misused the equipment or didn't do the exercises
properly.  Carl and Tom were getting hairy and their voices were changing.
Both boys were plagued with mild cases of acne.  Carl was well into puberty
and Bob thought Carl was old enough to learn the proper workout routines.

   "Tell you what Carl, I'll get Donk to come over a few times next week to
teach you two how to use the equipment properly.  Having a partner to
workout with is great.  Donk will set you up a schedule and a series of
exercises.  He'll tell you how to alternate your workouts to get the
maximum benefit."

   After a while they went inside to the kitchen and fixed ice cream
sundaes with whipped cream on top.  While eating their treat, Carl dropped
some whipped cream on the table.  He took his right index finger, scooped
it up, and stuck his finger in his mouth.  He paused for a moment, mouthing
his finger, when the idea came to him.  Grinning with a salacious idea
forming in his head, he leaned over and whispered into Tom's ear, "You
wanna do something dirty?"

   Tom was always open to his friend's suggestion and he arched his
eyebrows as he whispered back, "I guess.  Wha'cha got in mind?"

   Carl whispered, "I'm going to suck your dick tonight!  After that you're
going to suck my dick!"

   Tom was stunned.  He had thought all week about playing in the nude with
Carl, touching his dick, having his dick touched by Carl, jacking off each
other.  He never imagined anything as naughty as dick sucking and he was a
little afraid.  "I, I, I don't know about that."

   With the lewd images racing in his head, Carl now had a hard on.  His
pecker stuck straight out, pressing on the thin loose material of his damp
swimsuit.  "Yeah, I bet it'll be fun." Carl then lightly touched and
slightly parted Tom's lips and in a low voice said, "You'll really like
it!" But Tom still wasn't so sure.

   Carl's mom came into the kitchen.  Tom couldn't get over how frail and
skinny she had become.  Sally told the boys that she needed to go to bed,
and would they please pickup and try to keep it quiet so she could rest.

   "Yes, Momma," answered Carl.  After she turned to leave, Carl got up and
put the dishes in the dishwasher and then turned to Tom and said, "Come on,
let's go." Carl went up the stairs.  Tom followed, his heart racing in
uncertain anticipation of the libidinous acts he was about to participate
in.

   After Tom entered the room, Carl closed and locked the door behind him.
With his dad home tonight he didn't want any unpleasant surprises.  Carl
grinned at Tom who could only manage a weak smile.

   "Here, let me help you with these."

   Carl knelt as he slowly pulled down Tom's swim trunks.  Tom's erect dick
popped out inches from Carl's face.  Tom felt his heart would burst from
the anxiety, not knowing what to expect.  What if his friend bit his prick?
With the swimsuit down around Tom's ankles, Carl slowly stood, bringing his
hands gently up Tom's legs.  Tom closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of
Carl's wandering hands that soon found Tom's awaiting dick.

   Tom was motionless as Carl caressed his dick, his chest, and his ass. 
Carl brought his hand up to Tom's face and began to stroke his lips,
probing the mouth with the middle finger, swirling it around, drawing it in
and out.  Tom finally caught on as to what Carl had in mind and sucked on
the proto-penis probing his virgin mouth.  Tom knew then that he was going
to enjoy their dirty play this night.

   Carl removed his finger.  "You liked that, huh?" Tom nodded the
affirmative.  "Now how about me?  Come on and pull down my trunks.  That's
right, see what I have waiting for your mouth tonight."

   Tom slid Carl's trunks down.  As he knelt, Carl's dick brushed across
his face.  Tom began to nuzzle Carl's dick with his nose, taking in his
friend's scent.  Tom noticed that Carl had developed more hair around his
genitals.  He tentatively licked the underside of Carl's dick.  It didn't
taste bad or anything thought Tom.

   Tom noticed that Carl's dick seemed bigger than his own prick.  He ran
his tongue over the dick head.  Carl was enjoying the new sensations and
was enjoying watching the spectacle of Tom licking his rock hard dick.  Tom
then tentatively took the head in his mouth and gently mouthed it, in and
out, in and out.

   Carl was squirming around, the sensation felt incredible.  He knew he
was going to cum any minute.  A drop of pre-cum seeped out the hole.  Tom's
tongue licked up the slick juice, he didn't know what it was, but he liked
the taste.  Carl let out a moan and started to cum.  For the first time, he
ejaculated a few drops of semen.  Tom was instantly aware of the salty
taste and texture of the thick liquid oozing from Carl's pulsating peter.
Tom sucked off and swallowed all the delicious juice.  When Carl's dick
began to go soft, Tom backed off.

   Still kneeling Tom looked up at Carl and asked, "You didn't pee in my
mouth did you?"

   Carl was still breathless, but managed a weak "No."

   "Are you sure?"

   "Yeah.  I wouldn't do anything like that!  What's the matter?"

   "I don't know what it was.  Something leaked out of your dick into my
mouth.  It was slimy and tasted kind of salty."

   "Did it taste bad?"

   "Oh no, it actually tasted good.  I didn't think it was pee, but I
didn't know."

   "What did it look like?"

   "I don't know!  It was in my mouth!"

   "Gee, it must have come out when I was tingling."

   "Did it feel good you?"

   "Oh, yes!  It was a lot better than beating off!  Your turn, I'll show
you!"

   Carl led Tom over to the king size bed.  Tom lay on his back, spread
eagle.  Now it was Carl's turn to be apprehensive.  "Come on, Carl!  You
were supposed to suck me first, but I beat you to it!  Now come on, suck my
dick!  You'll like it!"

   Carl crawled up between Tom's legs until his face was at the awaiting
penis.  He carefully studied Tom's dick.  He hadn't noticed it before but
it wasn't as big as his dick.

   Mimicking Tom's opening move, he nuzzled Tom's dick with his nose and
his face, brushing the hardening dick across his lips.  He began to relax,
enjoying the feel of Tom's member rubbing his face.  He opened his mouth
and engulfed the stiff boy penis, taking all of it.  For the first time he
knew the feel of a hard dick in his mouth and he instantly liked it.  He
sucked on it just like he sucked the whip cream off his finger.  Tom closed
his eyes and moaned, reveling in the new sensation.  Carl continued to
suck, trying to coax some of the mysterious liquid from Tom's dick.  Tom
didn't last very long, and he came with a shudder.  He was still several
months away from when his hormones would signal his nuts to start producing
semen, so as usual he came dry.  Tom's dick went limp.

   "That felt great, Carl.  Did you get any juice?"

   "No, but I really liked sucking your dick.  What did you like better,
you sucking me or me sucking you."

   "I don't know.  Both I guess.  It's hard to tell.  But it's better than
beating off!  Lets make a deal with each other.  You can suck me off
anytime you want as long as I can suck you off whenever I want."

   "It's a deal!" exclaimed Carl.

   After their strenuous day, the two soon fell asleep.  Around 2 AM, Tom
woke up.  He maneuvered around the bed until he could get Carl's dick to
his mouth.  He began to suck on the soft organ.  Soon it began to harden in
his mouth.  The lewd sensation excited him.  Carl awoke to a hard on
implanted in Tom's willing mouth.

   "Yeah, suck on it, Tom, suck it.  Suck it all night if you want!" It
took a while, but Carl was rewarded with the tingling sensation he so
loved, and then he went soft.  He returned the favor, and fell asleep with
Tom's soft dick in his mouth.



   The next morning around 9, Carl and Tom got dressed and went downstairs
for breakfast.  Bob was on the phone.

   "It's okay Harry, I understand.  Maybe we can get in a round sometime
next week.  Yeah.  Yeah.  No problem, asshole!" As he hung up the phone, he
exclaimed, "Damn it to hell!  Why'd that bastard have to wait until the
last damn minute?"

   Bob was obviously annoyed with his buddy Harry, and the boys dared not
to speak.  From past experience, to the boys it seemed like Bob was really
only interested in one thing - Bob, and kids didn't interest him in the
least.  Bob looked at the boys and he had an idea.  "What the hell," he
muttered.

   "Seeing that you don't have any games today, how about if I take you two
to the club and we play a round of golf?"

   Carl and Tom's face lit up.  "Yeah, Dad!  You bet!"

   "I have a tee time of 10:30, so if you want to go, you better get
moving!"

   The excited kids ran upstairs to put on their shoes and socks.  Both
boys had played an occasional round with their fathers and wanted to play
more.  Bob supplied Tom with an old set of clubs that hadn't been used in
years.  Carl had a new set of clubs of his own, even though he had only
been out twice before.  Carl was really excited about the prospect of
spending the whole day with his dad, as it was a rare occasion.

   When they got to the club, Bob spotted them each 20 strokes.  He quickly
realized that 20 strokes were not going to be near enough.  Bob quickly
grew frustrated.  As other club members played through, several made nasty
comments about the delays the boys were causing with their inept play.  Bob
began giving tips on the proper grip, how to properly swing, keeping your
head down and following through.  As they continued to play, Bob became
impressed on how quickly they caught on and improved, especially Tom.  On
the last four holes they averaged only two strokes over par for each hole.
Bob realized that with a small investment in lessons these two could
quickly become competent golfers and he could have a couple of reliable
partners who would really give him a run for the money.

   Bob looked at the boys who were very pleased with themselves.  "Boys, I
am impressed!  How'd you guys like to take some golf lessons from the club
pro?"

   "Golf lessons?  Oh, that'd be great Dad!  What do you think, Tom?"

   "Sure, Mr.  Franks, but I don't know.  I'll have to ask my dad."

   "You tell him the lessons are on me, and if he's got any questions, just
have him call me."

   After a meal of burgers and fries at the clubhouse, Bob took the boys
home, dropping Tom off at his house.  "By the way, Tom," said Bob before
Tom closed the car door, "Donk, will be coming to the house on Tuesdays and
Thursdays the next couple of weeks to show you and Carl how to use the
exercise equipment.  If you don't have anything else you have to do, be
sure to come by after school."

   "Thanks, Mr.  Franks, I will.  And thanks for the great golf game!" Tom
turned and ran inside, eager to tell his mom and dad all about the golf
game, golf lessons, and being able to use Carl's dad's workout room.

   That night, alone and naked in his big bed, Carl fantasized about
sucking Tom's dick and about Tom sucking his dick.  Soon a clear liquid
began to seep from his dick.  It was slippery between his fingers.  He
licked his fingers and then squeezed another drop from his penis and licked
up the pre-cum again.  It tasted good.

   "This is the stuff Tom was talking about", he thought.  He began to jack
off in earnest and soon brought himself to climax that brought forth a few
drops of thick white fluid.  He studied the white goo that had issued from
his penis.  With his fingers he scooped it off his dick and then licked at
it.  Just as Tom said, it tasted good, so he sucked the remains off his
fingers.

   "Wait till I tell Tom," he thought.  He turned off the bed-lamp and
dozed off.

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