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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 4

   ALL ALONE (mm, anal, oral)



   A year later later, Sally took a turn for the worse.  The treatments she
was undergoing in Houston every other month had seemed to stabilize her,
but she developed pneumonia, lapsed into a coma, and died.  Carl was
devastated.  Sally had always been a good mother, and gave him all the love
he needed.  Until recently, his dad had shown little interest in him.  He
felt alone.  Except for Tom, he really didn't have any other close friends
that he could trust.

   He was very popular, both at school and on his sports teams, but he
didn't trust anyone but Tom.  Other kids would come to his house to play
and when they left, something of his always seemed to be missing.  They had
figured Carl had so much he wouldn't miss it.  But he did.  It wasn't that
he missed the things.  It was the untrustworthiness of these so-called
friends.  But not Tom, he trusted Tom completely.  Tom shared and kept his
secrets.  Tom never presumed, except when it came to sex, and then he took
as many liberties with Carl as Carl took with him.  Carl knew that he and
Tom would be friends forever.

   For several weeks after the funeral, the boys had cooled their sexual
activities.  Carl just wasn't in to it and Tom didn't want to press his
grieving friend.  But the raging hormones took control again and soon they
were back to their usual behavior.  To Carl's delight, it seemed that Tom's
dick had gotten bigger during their sexual hiatus.  Indeed, the new jeans
that Tom's mother bought only last month were now high waters.

   Then came more bad news.  It was just two weeks before school was out
when Tom's dad announced, "We're going to spend the summer in Colorado. 
Company wants me at the corporate office for hands on training.  Afterward
I'm to take over the Rockford store.  We'll be gone all summer and we won't
be back until school starts in the fall."

   "What about baseball?"

   "Sorry, Tom.  You won't be able to finish the season.  Don't look so
glum.  We'll stay in a cabin the company has up in mountains an hour out of
Denver.  Just think, you can hike up into the mountains or go trout fishing
every day.  The weather will be cool and we'll miss the killer heat this
year.  On the weekends, we can take car trips deep into the mountains, go
horseback riding, and maybe go whitewater rafting on the Arkansas River."

   "Can Carl go?"

   "No, not this time, Tom.  Besides I think it might do some good if you
two are apart for a while.  I know, Carl is your best friend, and I know
you'll miss him.  Besides, I'm sure his dad will want him nearby.  You know
it's not forever.  It's just for the summer.  I'm sure you'll find a
running buddy up there."

   The two weeks flew by faster than Tom had expected.  There was always
something he had to do to get ready to go, or study, or play a game, and he
just didn't get to go over to Carl's as often as he was used to.  They
really only had one Saturday night to lie about nude in Carl's room,
watching a dirty video, sucking and fucking all night.  And then Tom was
gone.

   Carl was all alone.  His only outlet was baseball.  His dad wouldn't
even allow him to workout without a spotter.  He struck up a friendship
with Derek Johnson only to find out that Derek was moving to Indiana in a
few weeks.  Derek was older and bigger than all the other kids on the team.
The parents all suspected that the coach and Derek's parents had falsified
records to keep him on the team.  At the baseball game the weekend of the
move, Derek was complaining about everything being packed up and that he
didn't even have a bed to sleep on.

   "Why don't you spend the night at my house tonight?" offered Carl.

   "We're leaving tomorrow, but I'll ask my mom when she comes to pick me
up."

   The invite sounded just fine to Mrs.  Johnson.  The movers came very
late and Derek was just in the way.  To get him out of the house until
tomorrow morning would really help her out.  "Sure, honey.  Just be home by
9:00 AM tomorrow so we can get on the road as soon as the movers

   finish."

   It was okay with Bob too.  Not having Tom around to keep Carl company
was a pain in the ass for Bob.  He had an invitation to spend the evening
with his friends Harry and Gayle DuBois and he had every intention of
going. He felt sort of bad, leaving Carl home alone, so this worked out
great.

   Derek's mom dropped him off around six at Carl's.  Carl showed him
around.

   "Man, are you lucky!  I wish my dad were as rich as yours!  Shit!  I had
heard you were rich, but I just thought it was all talk."

   "Go for a swim?"

   "I didn't bring a suit."

   "No problem, we have lots of extras.  I'm sure I can find one that fits
you."

   After rooting around in the cabana, they found several suitable
swimsuits.  Derek picked out a solid red one.  When they changed into the
bathing suits Carl couldn't help but notice that Derek had a big dick, much
bigger than his own.  He turned his head so Derek wouldn't catch him
looking.

   They swam for an hour and then tried out the hot tub.  Derek talked
about all the girls he had felt up.  He even claimed he had fucked Judy
Woods, the object of many a Rockford boy's fantasy.  "Ya ever fuck a girl?"

   "No.  I felt up Dee McAdams at a party last month."

   "Ya get her naked?"

   "No, she wouldn't let me in her bra."

   "Ya know, if you can get'em naked, they'll put out for ya.  Best if ya
catch'em in a bikini.  One good pull and bam!  There goes the top!  With
all your money, I bet ya could fuck almost any girl ya wanted.  Tell ya
what, call Judy and invite her over.  She's older than you, but I'll bet
she'll fuck ya!"

   It was about eight and Bob came out on the patio ready to leave for the
evening.  "Carl, be sure and cover the hot tub when you get out.  Don't
make a mess and clean up after yourself and your friend."

   "Yes, sir."

   After Bob had left, Carl asked Derek, "Have you ever seen any dirty
movies.  You know, with naked girls and fucking?"

   "No.  Have you?"

   "Come see."

   Carl and Derek got out of the hot tub, dried off and went upstairs. 
Carl pulled out a video titled "Roundup at the Circle Cum Ranch".  The
setting was out west.  The ranch hands' main job apparently was servicing
the needs of the owner, a buxom blonde with huge tits and an insatiable
appetite for big cocks.  True to its title there were lots of close-ups of
dicks squirting cum into the face of the cock-sucking blonde.

   Derek watched intently, slightly licking his lips.  "Jesus!  Where'd ya
get this?"

   Carl watched Derek's dick get hard under the bathing suit.  Derek's
balls began to ache for release.  He then noticed that Carl was studying
his hard on and not watching the movie, and saw that Carl had a hard on
too. The older boy reached out and boldly squeezed Carl's dick.  Carl made
no effort to push his hand away.  Derek looked him in the eyes and kept
squeezing and releasing.  Sensing consent, Derek pulled off Carl's trunks
in one move.  He grabbed the exposed erect penis and squeezed again.  Carl
lay back on the floor in total submission, oozing pre-cum.  Derek stood,
dropped his trunks to floor and kicked them away.

   Derek was physically very mature.  His dick was much larger than Carl's
and he had a full crop of black curly pubic hair.  Carl lustfully eyed
Derek's dick, he'd only seen larger ones in the videos he borrowed from his
dad's "secret" collection.  Carl sat up.  Kneeling he gently took the big
dick into his hand and stoked it.  Derek placed his hands behind Carl's
head pulling Carl's face closer to his organ.

   "You like my dick?  Ya wanna suck it?  C'mon, suck it ya little fag! 
Suck it!"

   Carl willingly took Derek's cock head into his mouth, and swirled his
tongue across the tip, probing the slit, savoring the feel of hardened dick
flesh.  Derek pulled Carl's head into his crouch, forcing his dick deep
into Carl's mouth.  Carl gagged, but Derek pulled back and the rammed his
dick deep again.  He fucked and he fucked Carl's mouth just like a Cum
Ranch cowboy until he came.  Carl's mouth was flooded with such copious
quantities of cum, that he had some trouble swallowing it all before he
choked.

   Derek pulled his softening dick from Carl's mouth.  "I'm gonna to have
lots of fun with you tonight.  You'll get just what ya want, ya little cock
sucker, and I'll get what I want!  Give me a few minutes and then ya can
suck me some more!"

   He had Carl stand and then lie on the bed.  Derek fondled Carl's prick
while they watched the video that played on.  Curiously, the naked cowboys
had on their hats and boots.  The cowboys were now fucking the blonde, one,
two, three at a time.  Soon Derek's dick began to rise again.  He began
beating off Carl in earnest, and soon Carl ejaculated into Derek's hand. 
Derek smeared Carl's fresh cum on his own hard dick.

   "Roll over!  Yeah, that's right.  Now get on your knees, faggot!  That's
it, now spread em!"

   Derek reached around and milked a little more cum from Carl's dick, then
smeared the few drops of jisim around Carl's anus.  He positioned himself
and guided his dick into contact with the exposed rectum.  He pressed hard,
forcing the sphincter to stretch.  Carl cried out loud, his voice joining
the vocal theatrics of the movie.  Derek wasted no time burying his dick to
the hilt, deep in Carl's butt.  Immediately he started fucking hard without
any regard for his whore.

   At first it hurt.  But soon his abused ass adjusted, the muscles of his
sphincter relaxing to permit free entry of the punishing cock.  The pain
gave way the pleasure, the cries of pain giving way to guttural sounds of
sexual abandonment as Derek continued to pound away at his ass.

   "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!  Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!  Ahhhhhh!  Oh, god!!  Ahhhh!
Ohhhh!!!  Oh, yesss!  Oh, yesss!  Oh, that feels soooo good!  Ahhhh!  Don't
stop!  Please don't stop!  Ohhhhh!!!  Ohhhh, god!  Don't stop!  Ohhhhhh!!!!
Oh, yes!  Ahhh!  Oh, yessss!!!!"

   Carl was really enjoying the hard ass fucking he was receiving. 
Breathless, Carl partially opened his eyes and forced them to focus. 
There, about six feet behind and to the right of Derek stood his dad!

   "Oh, shit!!!  Oh, shit!!!" Carl struggled to get up and free himself of
the impaling cock.

   "Be still ya god damned faggot!  I'm not through fucking ya yet!"
snarled Derek.

   He forced Carl's head down on the bed and rammed Carl's butt some more.
Derek then caught a glimpse of movement in his peripheral vision and turned
to see Bob, standing there almost within arms reach.

   "Oh, shit!" Derek jumped away, ripping his dick out of Carl's gapping
hole.  "Oh, shit!" Derek bolted for the door, ran down the stairs and into
the cabana.  "Oh, shit!" He franticly searched for his clothes, found most
of them and ran off naked into the dark.

   When he was safely away from the house and hidden in the woods, he
hurriedly put on what clothes he had grabbed.  He had his shoes, but only
one sock.  He had his shorts, but no underwear.  He had a shirt, wasn't
his, but what the hell!  He made his way out of the woods and across town
to his home.  He was relieved that Carl's dad wasn't there and was
comforted by the realization that their phone had been disconnected earlier
in the day.

   "What are you doing here?" asked his mother.

   "I was bored.  I'd rather be home."

   "That works out just fine.  The movers just finished up and left about
ten minutes ago.  We have nothing to do now but leave first thing in the
morning."

   "Hell, we can leave now," added his father.  "I don't cherish the
thought of sleeping on the floor.  I'd just as soon start driving tonight.
Let's finish with the trash and get the hell out of here."

   Within thirty minutes the Johnsons were leaving Rockford for Indiana. 
Derek relaxed knowing he was scot-free.  He grinned thinking about the ass
fucking he gave that little rich queer tonight.  He took great amusement in
imagining what Carl's dad was doing to him.  He wished he had stolen the
video as a memento.



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