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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 3 CHILDREN OF GOMORRAH (mm, oral, anal)

   A year passed and it was almost time to try out for baseball.  Carl and
Tom rarely passed up an opportunity to indulge in their favorite activity,
sucking each other's dick.  Tom had developed a strong liking for the taste
of Carl's cum.  Carl felt a little cheated at first and Tom was a little
embarrassed, not only because of his lack of sperm, but Carl's dick was now
considerably larger than Tom's.  That all quickly changed and for the past
few months Carl enjoyed the full fruit of Tom's loins issuing from his
growing dick.

   In addition to the occasional Saturday golf lessons or golf game, the
boys had been working out almost every day after school.  The boys knew the
routine Donk had developed for them was working as they could see and test
their growing strength at each session.  After a workout on the equipment,
they would run or swim to build their stamina.  But they agreed the best
part was when once they had finished and were all hot and sweaty, they
would go upstairs, strip and shower together.  They enjoyed soaping each
other down with shampoo, leaving nothing untouched.

   On afternoon in the shower, Carl was soaping down Tom.  His soapy hand
ran down Tom's back to his ass, and down in the crack.  Carl began to stoke
Tom's anus.  From the look on Tom's face it was clear that this was going
to be fun.  Carl continued to stroke his friend's bunghole.  He began to
probe, working his middle finger in just a half inch or so and then
withdrawing it.  Tom came to an erection that did not go unnoticed.  He was
obviously enjoying it, so Carl added a little more shampoo to his hand and
began to probe deeper and deeper until he could reach no more.

   "You really like that, don't you Tom?" Tom just closed his eyes and
smiled.

   Carl withdrew his finger to the tip, paused and slid it back up inside
Tom.  Tom squirmed and bent forward, placing his hands on the wall for
support, giving Carl full access to his anus.  He let out a load moan of
pleasure.  Carl kept up the slow finger fucking until the hot water ran
out.

   They were just drying off when Sally called upstairs, " Carl!  Tom! 
Hurry up!  Your ride's here for baseball practice."

   "Oh, shit!" cried Tom.  " My mom's here already!  We gotta hurry!"

   The boys scrambled to get dry and dressed.  When they got to the car,
Laura was rather cross.  "Why weren't you two ready when I got here!  I
don't mind taking you to practice, or anywhere else you may need to go, but
please have some courtesy and don't make me waste my time waiting on you!
We've been over this time and time again Tom and it's time you to do your
part!"

   "I'm sorry, Mom.  We lost track of time."

   "I don't want to hear any lame excuses!  I still have to go home and get
supper on before your dad gets home."

   They rode to practice in silence.  Tom's butt was sore.  The soreness
increased just sitting in the car for the short trip to the practice field.
Once practice began, he forgot about the soreness for the most part, except
he played catcher and when he had to squat behind the plate, he was
instantly reminded.  He decided not to tell Carl about his discomfort, as
he was planning to give Carl equal treatment as soon as possible.

   The soreness continued until the next day.  It was not really painful,
more of a warm glow.  All during school he was constantly reminded of the
reaming he had.  Just thinking of it gave him a hard on and he hoped no one
would notice.  By late afternoon, the soreness had subsided.  It was Friday
and Carl was spending the night at Tom's.  As much as he wanted to give
Carl's ass a finger fucking like he received, he knew it was too risky to
fool around at his house.  He wished it was Saturday and his turn to stay
at Carl's, where they could do as they wished, without interference,
without restraint.

   That evening in Tom's backyard when they were well out of earshot of his
parents, he told Carl how good it felt, how he couldn't think of it without
getting a boner.  Carl felt his friend's hard on and got very excited by
the thought.  He was eager to have his friend do him.

   Tom had an idea.  The weather was nice, cool at night but not cold. 
"Hey, Dad!  Is it alright if Carl and I campout in the backyard tonight?"

   "The weather's great.  I don't see why not.  I'll get out the tent for
you.  Go ask your mother for some blankets and go find a flashlight."

   They quickly set up the small pup tent in the far corner of the
backyard, spread out the blankets and tried to settle in.  They just
chatted and made faces with the flashlight passing the time away.  As long
as Tom's parents were awake they knew they couldn't start to fool around.
Sure enough, about an hour later, Tom's mom came out to see if they wanted
a snack.  Still later, Tom's dad came out to check and make sure everything
was all right.

   Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Tom's house grew dark.  They
waited another fifteen minutes or so and when they thought it was safe,
they removed their shirts, their jeans, and then their underwear. 
Completely naked, they continued their flashlight game, this time featuring
body parts other than their faces.  Suddenly there was a loud "BANG" and a
car horn started blaring.  The lights went on in the house and in a panic
the two scrambled to get dressed.

   A drunk had slammed into the neighbor's car parked on the street.  There
was quite a commotion.  Tom's parents and all the neighbors were soon out
on the street checking out the wreck.  Of course Tom and Carl had to check
it out too.  The paramedics came, and cleaned up the drunk's bloody face.
Fortunately he was not seriously hurt, but when the police showed up, he
flunked the Breathalyzer test and was arrested.  The paramedics left, and a
wrecker towed away the remains of the drunk's car.  A few minutes later the
police cruiser left with the hapless drunk and everyone started drifting
home.  Tom noticed that Carl had his shirt on and he had Carl's shirt.

   "Oh, shit," he muttered, "I hope Mom didn't notice." But notice she did.


   "Tom, why do you have Carl's shirt on?" she queried.

   He felt a little panicked and stammered around for a moment.  "We got'em
mixed up," he ventured.

   "It's too cool out for you to be sleeping outside without a shirt. 
You'll catch a cold.  Now go to sleep and keep your shirts on.  It's late
and you have a game in the morning."

   Returning to the tent they waited until Tom's parents turned out all the
lights.  It was dark for about five minutes when the shirts came off. 
Lights from the house came on again.  They froze.  The lights went off. 
Soon the jeans came off and then the underwear.  Carl reached over and
squeezed Tom's hardening dick.  It was crowded in the small tent but Carl
bent over and took Tom's dick into his mouth.  Tom grasped Carl's hips and
pulled.  Carl continued to turn trying to position his dick to Tom's
willing mouth.  It was too tight to stretch out so Carl assumed a fetal
position on his side, and Tom followed suit.  The two boys simultaneously
sucked each other's dick in what had become their favorite sleeping
position.  They were both rewarded with an orgasm and a taste of cum.  Carl
was now producing enough sperm that it squirted into Tom's mouth, splashing
on his palate and tongue.  Once Carl came and Tom had sucked him clean, Tom
reached around and began toying with Carl's anus.  He tried to push a
finger in but there was no lubrication.  He brought his fingers to his
mouth to wet them and smelled Carl's pungent odor on his fingers.  He spit
on the dirty finger and rubbed the waiting anus, and worked his finger in
part way.

   "Ow, that hurts!"

   "Sorry, Carl.  I guess we need some soap or something."

   "Wish we would of thought of that.  Tell you what.  Let's wait until
tomorrow at my house.  Go ahead and just rub my ass hole on the outside. 
That felt real good."

   Tom pulled a blanket over them and continued to massage Carl as
requested.  Soon they dozed off.  They were startled awake by Tom's
mother's voice.

   "Rise and shine sleepy heads!  Come on Tom, let's go!  Breakfast will be
ready in ten minutes!"

   "Oh, shit!" Tom whispered.  "Okay Mom, we'll be right there."

   Tom and Carl were still naked under the blankets lying head to toe. 
They remained as motionless as possible until Laura turned and walked back
to the house.  They struggled to slip into their clothes.  It wasn't easy
to get dressed in the all too small tent.  They made sure that they had the
right shirt on, climbed out of the tent and headed for the kitchen.

   "Go wash your face and hands," commanded Laura.

   "Yes, Ma'am."

   Returning they joined Tom's parents at the table.  After Sam said grace,
Laura passed the pancakes and sausages and they all dug in.  Tom nearly
coked on a sausage when his mother said, "I see you two took your shirts
off again last night.  I told you it was too cold to sleep outside without
a shirt." Little did she suspect the truth.

   "We didn't want to get our stuff mixed up, so we switched shirts as soon
as we got back to the tent last night," offered Carl.

   Changing the subject Tom chimed in, "Man, wasn't that neat last night!
Boy, Mr.  Grubbs car sure was messed up."

   "Yeah," added Carl, "and you couldn't even tell what kind of car that
other guy was driving it was so messed up."

   "Damned drunk driver!" added Sam with clear contempt.  "Those sons of
bitches kill I don't know how many people each year.  He's lucky he just
hit a parked car and didn't kill anyone.  Every day it seems you read in
the paper that someone who was just minding his own business is suddenly
killed by one of these bastards!  Usually they seem to manage to kill a few
little kids too.  I hope they throw the book at that idiot.  I'm afraid a
few weeks in jail won't be long enough for him to get the message."

   The discussion focused on the hardship that drunk drivers inflict on the
rest of society and discussion was successfully deflected away from any
probing as to the night activities in the tent.  After breakfast, the boys
showered alone, and dressed in their Wildcats uniforms for today's game.



   Carl's dad was at the game today, and Carl was keenly aware that he was
watching.  Carl hoped he didn't do anything stupid as he just started
playing shortstop and wasn't well versed in the art of infield play.

   Carl got a few hits and an RBI.  In the fourth inning, Carl got a walk
to first.  He stole second and after tagging up advanced to third on a fly
ball out in right field.  On a wild pitch, he stole home, just barely
avoiding a tag out.

   Tom's bat was fairly cold.  He struck out twice, had a fly out, and an
out on a grounder to first base.

   All through the game the lead shifted back and forth.  At the bottom of
the eighth inning it was the Wildcats 5, Trojans 6.  The Wildcats had a man
on second with two outs.  Tom was up to bat.  On a three/two pitch he
connected and hit the ball over the right field fence, making it Wildcats
7, Trojans 6.

   In the top of the ninth, the Trojans loaded the bases with only one out.
Carl flawlessly fielded a grounder, tagged second and threw out the batter
at first.  A double play!  Game over!  Wildcats win!

   Carl and Tom were the heroes of the day.  Bob had gotten caught up in
the game, and was impressed by how well Carl and Tom played.  After a
victory celebration at the local Dairy Dream, Bob invited the boys to a
round of golf, so they could show off what they had learned from the club
pro (actually Harry had to cancel, and Bob didn't want to call around and
find another partner).  The boys were jubilant.  They had already played
several rounds with Tom's dad at the public course and they had wanted a
chance to show Bob how much they had improved.

   "You had better watch out, Bob." intoned Sam.  "These guys have really
improved over the past few months.  In a year or two, they will be forces
to reckon with."

   "Are you busy tomorrow Sam?  We could make it a foursome".

   "Thanks, Bob, I'd like that.  You're on."

   "Pick you up at nine."

   Back at the Franks' home, Bob and the boys relaxed in the hot tub. 
Earlier in the week, Sally flew to Houston to see a specialist.  Sally's
sister was with her and he expected her to be gone for a week or two. 
Meanwhile he was supposed to baby sit Carl.

   'Shit, kid's old enough to take care of himself.  I don't need to watch
him all the time.  Besides his best buddy is with him.  I don't need to
stay home,' he thought.

   He got up and announced, "I've got to get going.  I'm going to find a
poker game at the club tonight and I won't be home until late.  Here, I'll
leave you a twenty and you can order pizza.  See you in the morning."

   Within ten minutes Bob was dressed and gone.  Within eleven minutes Carl
and Tom were nude frolicking in the hot tub.  It was barely six and they
had all night to be alone, and they had the entire place to themselves, not
just the upstairs.

   Tom moved close to Carl and said in a low voice, "Your asshole's mine
tonight!  Where's the soap?"

   "We can't use soap in the hot tub!  Dad'll kill me!  I think I know of
something better anyway." He got up, went into the house dripping wet.  He
returned shortly with a tube of KY jelly.

   "This stuff is real slippery.  Here, taste it.  It doesn't taste soapy
or anything bad does it?" He had found the tube a year ago.  He thought it
was toothpaste and tried it out.  He now knew it wasn't toothpaste but
hadn't made the connection for its proper use until now.  He handed it to
Tom.  "Where do you want to go?"

   Tom arched his eyebrows.  "How about over there in the grass?"

   The house sat on twenty acres.  Woods surrounded the huge backyard.  It
was completely private.  The thought of sex with Tom right out in the open,
in daylight was exciting.  "Yeah!  Let's do it!"

   They walked out a few hundred feet from the pool.  They savored the feel
of the grass on their bare feet, and enjoyed the warm breeze on their bare
skin.  Tom stopped.  It was the perfect spot.  It was still bathed in
sunlight from the late afternoon sun.  It was completely exposed, only the
blue sky above and green grass below.

   "Lie down here, Carl.  That's right, on your stomach.  Now spread your
legs.  Comfortable?  Good."

   He knelt beside him and admired Carl's beautiful body, the late sunshine
casting subtle shadows on his naked skin.  He squirted a glob of KY on the
fingers of his right hand.  With his left, he gently spread Carl's buttocks
and began to rub the exposed puckered hole.  Tom's dick grew hard.  He
easily worked his slippery finger up the anal canal.  Carl moaned. 
Fascinated, Tom watched with pleasure the lewd sight of his finger slowly
disappearing in Carl's anus and then reappearing.

   Lying naked in the grass, the grass tickling his skin, Carl was lost in
the obscene act.  He was in heaven.  He hadn't known what to expect, but
this was great.  It didn't hurt at all.  In and out, in and out, he felt
the finger slide up his ass.  His jaw became slack, and he moaned and
moaned.  Nothing it seemed felt this good.  Tom kept up a steady pace.  The
sun began to rapidly fade, casting ever-longer shadows.  Carl was suddenly
aware of a soreness growing in his rectum.

   "Stop," he gasped.  "Stop, Tom, stop!  That's enough I think." Tom
stopped and pulled his finger out, fascinated the way Carl's anus slowly
closed.  It had happened so slowly that Tom hadn't noticed, but Carl's anus
was now red and raw looking.  Carl lay still in the grass, spread eagle,
lost in a mixture of soft pain and pleasure.

   Tom moved closer to Carl's ear and whispered, "You really liked that,
didn't you?  Yes, you did, I can tell.  You loved it!  Tell you what, I'm
going to enjoy doing that to you, over and over again, but I'm also going
to enjoy you doing it to me."

   Carl managed a weak, "Damned right I loved it!  But right now my butt
hole is really sore."

   "Don't worry, it'll get better in a few days.  It'll remind you of what
I did to you.  I'm getting a little cold, let's go back to the hot tub."

   Tom helped Carl up, and they slowly walked back to the hot tub, peckers
still stiff.  They climbed in and were rewarded by the enveloping warmth.

   "Why didn't you tell me it felt that good?"

   "I did tell you."

   "Were you as sore as I am now?"

   "Yeah, I think so".

   "Why didn't you tell me it hurt?"

   "Well, it really didn't hurt, it was just sore.  I didn't want you to
worry.  Like I said it'll get better in a day or so.  Then you'll want to
do it again."

   "I want to do it again tonight, but my asshole can't take it!  You know
it hurt last night when your finger wouldn't go in."

   "Hey, I'm sorry about that.  I guess the secret is to be really greased
up."

   "Yeah, you're right.  That KY stuff is great.  Where's the tube?"

   "Oh shit!  I left it out in the grass!"

   "You dumb ass!  We'll never find it out there in the dark.  Shit!  We'll
have to find first thing in the morning.  I don't want my dad to find it
and ask why it was out there."

   "What are you going to use on me tonight?"

   "I dunno.  Soap, I guess.  Maybe hand lotion or baby oil.  I'll find
something.  What do say we go ahead and order the pizza?"

   "Okay."

   They got out and walked into the house still dripping wet.  Carl made a
call to the pizza joint.

   "I need a large pepperoni.  Regular crust...  Yeah...Yeah... 
673-9723... Yeah, that's right.  When the guy gets here, we may be in the
pool and not hear the doorbell, so tell him the money will be under the
mat. Just ring the bell a couple of times and leave the pizza on the
step...Yeah...Yeah, that's right...  In twenty minutes?  Thanks."

   The pizza guys knew that this was a sure thing for a generous tip.  They
had delivered who knows how many pepperoni pizzas to that address over the
past few years.  They were always given a twenty-dollar bill for the $12.00
pizza and were always told to keep the change.  They already had a large
pepperoni in the oven from a previous order.  They would send that one to
the Franks residence and make up another for the other customer.  It would
be delayed fifteen minutes or so, but hey, it's Saturday night.

   "Come on, let's go find some stuff to use."

   Carl led Tom into his parents' bedroom.  It was actually a suite of
rooms.  The first room was a sitting room, generous, but not too large.  It
was opulently furnished with a see-through fireplace to the adjoining
bedroom.  There was a large blue velvet sofa, an oriental rug, and glass
display cabinets built in to one wall.  In addition to an assortment of
tables and lamps, there was a double ottoman.

   The bedroom was huge, and like the anteroom it was opulently furnished.
There was a king-size canopy bed and a small table with two chairs.  Two
sets of French doors led to a private patio.  There were two paintings on
the wall that caught Tom's eye, sending his dick to attention.  One was of
a beautiful woman, lying naked in a field of flowers.  The second was of a
naked man and naked woman.  The man was embracing her from the rear.  Tom
suddenly realized that the woman was Carl's mom and the man was his dad!

   "Geezem, Carl!"

   "Yeah, like it?  That's my mom.  She sure was pretty.  This room's off
limits.  I guess I'm not supposed to see these pictures.  But sometimes I
sneak in and look.  Makes me want to beat off."

   "Do you?"

   "Sometimes."

   The bath was likewise impressive, entirely titled in cut granite.  Like
the upstairs bath, there was a large whirlpool bath and a large walk-in
shower.  Both the shower and the whirlpool had a plate glass wall
overlooking the private patio.  In a separate area there was a toilet, a
bidet, and one entire wall was a urinal with a low trough.  There was a
Swedish sauna.

   While Carl searched, Tom explored the incredible bath.  Tom had never
seen anything like it before.

   "Tom, go pee on that wall."

   Tom peed, stepped back and the wall flushed automatically.

   "Neat, huh?"

   While searching one of the closets, Carl found a huge collection of
videos.  "Hey, Tom!  Come see!"

   The boys quickly rummaged around.  All the videos had naked women and/or
men on the cover, with titles like 'Sex Party' and 'Naughty Momma'.

   "Let's take a couple of these upstairs to my room.  Take'em from the
bottom, so nobody will know they're gone."

   Then Carl found an open box containing several small boxes of KY.  One
box was open and partly empty, he grabbed three tubes.  "Found it!  Come
on, we better get out of here."

   Just as they reached the anteroom of the master suite the doorbell rang
three times.  They froze and waited a minute.  Carl then approached the
door and looked out the spy hole to see the pizza guy drive away.  He
turned off the porch light, opened the door, and retrieved the pizza.  They
quickly devoured the pizza in the kitchen.

   It was barely 8:30 and Carl knew his dad wouldn't be home for hours. 
After washing up in the kitchen sink, Carl grabbed one of the tubes of KY
and said, "Come on, Tom.  It's your turn".

   Carl led Tom back to the anteroom of his parents' bedroom.  Carl saw
that Tom already had a hard on.  "Geez, Tom!  You really want this.  Don't
you?"

   Tom was breathing was shallow and he had a dizzy feeling.  "Yeah!" he
whispered.

   "Here, lie down on this."

   Tom lay face down on the double ottoman, knees on the floor.  Without
being prompted he licentiously spread his legs wide.  Carl's prick grew
hard at the sight.  He opened the tube of KY and squeezed a liberal amount
into the crack of Tom's ass.  He spread the KY, and then began to massage
Tom's hole, working his finger deeper and deeper into Tom's tight ass.

   "Oh, yeah Carl!  That feels so good!"

   Carl began to finger fuck him.  "You like that?"

   "Yes.  Oh, yes!  It feels sooo good!"

   "Tell me if I'm hurting you."

   "Oh no, it feels good!"

   As Carl finger fucked Tom, he noticed that Tom's ass muscles were
relaxing and not gripping his finger quite so tight.  Carl became aware
that his own dick was throbbing with desire.  He pulled out his finger.

   "Don't stop!  Don't stop!" begged Tom.

   Carl spread the KY on his hot dick.  He pressed the tip to Tom's anus.

   "Open up, Tom.  Open up.  I'm going stick my dick up your ass!"

   He pressed harder, and Tom's willing anus opened to receive the tip of
Carl's dick.  Tom's sphincter stretched wider and wider, and Carl's dick
head drove deeper and deeper.

   "Oh, god!!!!  Oh, yes!" cried Tom.  "Ooooh!" It wasn't painful, as his
sphincter was relaxed and Carl's growing cock had a modest girth of about 4
inches.

   Carl watched and paused when his dick head completely disappeared.  Then
he began to push it in deeper and deeper.  The feel of Tom's warm rectal
canal enveloping his aching dick was incredible.

   Tom lustfully received all of Carl's cock.  The sensation of the erect
penis filling and sodomizing his willing virgin ass was immensely
pleasurable.

   Carl was so excited that he only stroked about a half dozen times before
he shot his wad up Tom's ass.  Tom felt the hot jisim shoot up his gut. 
Carl pulled his softening dick from Tom's ass, and rolled Tom over onto his
back.  He immediately plunged Tom's erect dick into his mouth and began to
suck him off with gusto, the vacuum created by his voraciously sucking lips
made obscene noises.  Tom didn't last the assault on his dick but for a
minute and a half before he ejaculated into Carl's mouth.

   They were both spent and stayed there for a long while, Tom on his back
on the double ottoman and Carl kneeling between Tom's spread legs, gently
mouthing the now soft dick.  Carl released his buddy's penis and stood up.

   "Shit!  That was great Carl!  Let's do that again sometime."

   "You're on!  You know, as much as I like for you to suck my dick, I
think I like fucking your ass better."

   "Anytime!  But you've got to do it longer.  Geez, I feel so weak!  Help
me up, Carl." Carl helped Tom to his feet.

   "Come on.  Let's go upstairs and take a shower."

   "How about those movies?"

   "Oh, yeah!  I almost forgot.  I left them on the kitchen table." They
went to the kitchen, grabbed the movies and the two extra tubes of KY. 
They got a couple of root beers out of the fridge and retired upstairs.

   In the shower they gently bathed each other in shampoo, leaving not an
inch of flesh unclean.  The warm shower and wandering hands felt good. 
After drying off and returning to Carl's bedroom, Tom popped the first
video in the VCR.  It was a typical fuck movie with a tread bare plot. 
Repairman comes to door to fix the stove.  Within forty five seconds he's
fucking the lady of the house, then he's fucking her daughter, then fucking
mom and her two daughters together, then he leaves.  Presumably the stove
got fixed at some point.

   Nonetheless the movie had Carl and Tom's full attention.  Except for the
paintings of Sally, neither of them had really seen a naked woman before
and they salaciously eyed the large tits and sweet asses.  They fantasized
suckling the luscious nipples and doing all the nasty things to the women
that the repairman was doing.  The visions before them awakened their
penises and soon they both had erections again.  Tom moved first and went
down on Carl.  Carl lay back on the bed and Tom sucked him off as Carl
watched the repairman get a blowjob from one of the girls.  Tom and Carl
switched positions.  As Tom watched the repairman lick and suck Mom's
pussy, Carl licked and sucked his dick.

   When the repairman began fucking one of the women doggy style, Carl
released Tom's stiff pecker and got down onto the floor on his hands and
knees facing the TV.

   "Come on, Tom!  Do me like that!"

   Tom applied KY to his cock and Carl's ass, put his pecker to the hole,
and pushed.  His cock slid right in.

   "Ugh!  Oh, Jesus, Tom!  Oh, man!  That feels so good.  Yeah pump it,
Tom, pump it!""

   Tom pummeled Carl's virgin ass for several minutes.  The repairman was
going from girl to girl, and now it was Tom's turn to be butt fucked again.
Having earlier shot their wads, the boys were able go much longer now
before shooting off.

   They continued switching off with each other trying several different
positions, mimicking the repairman and his co-stars.  Before long the movie
came to the end and they in turn finished off in the other's butt.

   The next movie, titled "Road to Hell" was bit stronger.  The movie
opened with a girl hitchhiking.  Three guys in a car pick her up.  They
take her out in the woods, rip her clothes off, and gang-rape her brutally.
The boys watched in awestruck silence.

   When the movie was over Tom said, "I'm thirsty."

   The boys headed downstairs to kitchen.  Halfway down the stairs they
heard Bob come in from the garage.  It was early, at least for Bob to be
home.  The still nude boys turned and ran silently back to Carl's room,
quietly shutting the door, turning off the lights and TV.  They got under
the covers.

   Bob surveyed the mess in the kitchen.  The pizza was left out in the
open box.  Dirty dishes were on the table, crumbs everywhere.  "Damn it! 
Carl knows better than to leave a mess like this.  Damned cockroaches will
be everywhere!"

   He put the dishes in the dishwasher and retrieved the last two slices of
pizza from the box and heated them in the microwave.  After throwing the
box away, he wiped the table down.  Ding!  He went to the bar in the Great
Room and poured himself a double scotch on the rocks, then went out on the
back patio to eat, drink, and think.

   Try as he might, he couldn't get into the poker game tonight.  His
thoughts were on Sally.  He couldn't believe the frail, decimated, woman he
put on the plane to Houston on Monday was the same ravishingly beautiful
woman of just a year ago.  Her doctors were optimistic about the new
therapies being developed at the clinic in Houston.  He was hopeful but
skeptical.  He closed his eyes and conjured a vision of Sally in her prime.


   "Damn it to all hell!" He downed another stiff one and wandered off to
bed.

   Next morning, Bob's alarm went off at seven.  "Oh, fuck!" He got up,
shit, showered and shaved.  He downed a couple of Advils, got dressed and
walked to the base of the stairs and shouted, "Carl!  Tom!  Time to get up!
We got to leave soon, so get up and get dressed!"

   The boys had already been awake for about an hour and were back at each
other's butt.

   Bob heard a muffled, "Yes, sir!"

   Bob went to the kitchen and put the coffee on and pulled out a pack of
frozen waffles.  The boys were down stairs in a few minutes, eager for the
promised round of golf.  Bob admonished Carl about the mess left in the
kitchen last night.

   "I'm sorry, dad.  We were watching a movie and I guess we feel asleep."

   Bob accepted the lame excuse.  He didn't feel like making an issue of
it. "Go ahead and eat.  Be sure to pick up your dishes." He poured himself
another cup of coffee and went out onto the back patio.

   He saw that the cover was off the hot tub.  "Damn it!" He went over and
as he was positioning cover he discovered two wet swimsuits thrown towards
the back.  "You little bastards!"

   Returning to the kitchen he said, "You forgot to cover the hot tub."
Before Carl could speak, he held up the two trunks, "You forgot these too!
Found 'em on the back side of the tub."

   Silence.

   "Playing together nude in the hot tub?"

   Fear gripped the two boys.  Bob knew he guessed correctly.

   "Have fun?  What would your father think, Tom?"

   Tom felt very ill.

   "If I catch you two doing this sort of thing ever again, there'll
consequences!  Do you understand!  "

   "Yes, sir," whispered Carl.  Tom was totally speechless, and weakly
nodded.

   The boys were silent as they drove over to pickup Tom's dad.

   "Morning, Bob!  Morning, guys!" Sam climbed into the right front seat of
the Mercedes.  "Beautiful morning!  Thanks again Bob, for inviting me."

   "My pleasure, Sam."

   "I have a four handicap.  What's yours, Bob?"

   "Two."

   "What did you two do last night, Tom?" queried Sam.

   Tom ventured, "Watched some movies, ate pizza, hung around."

   "Played in the hot tub," deadpanned Bob.

   Tom held his breath, waiting for Mr.  Franks to reveal what he knew. 
After a brief silence, Bob changed the subject and the two men chatted
about golf on the drive to Rockford Valley Country Club.

   Tom and Carl were tense.  They knew that in the future they would have
to be a lot more careful or there would be hell to pay.

   The round of golf went well.  The boys played very well for their age
and experience level.  It was also obvious that they had that natural
talent common to exceptional athletes.  Carl's game was not as good as it
could have been, as he was often reminded by his sore rectum of the finger
fucking in the grass, followed by the repeated butt fuckings.  Tom wasn't
at his best either.  He wasn't sore at all, but he was deeply embarrassed
and dreaded the possibility that Bob would say something to his dad.

   After the game, Bob dropped Sam and Tom off and drove home.  Bob was
silent.  Carl was afraid of what might happen when the two of them were
home alone.  As soon as they walked into the kitchen, the phone rang.  It
was Aunt Carla calling from Houston.

   Bob talked with Carla for a half hour or so.  "Aunt Carla says your mom
is doing fine.  She has a nice room and is feeling better.  The doctors are
pleased with her response to the new treatment.  Now, you better go and get
your homework done."

   Nothing more was said about the hot tub.  Before dark, Carl went outside
and found the misplaced tube of KY lying in the grass.

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