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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 10 BOYS WILL BE BOYS (mb, inc, oral, MMM, oral, anal)



   When he was young, both his mom and dad worked full time to make ends
meet.  During summer break from school, Bob would visit his grandparents
and various aunts and uncles, all of whom lived near each other, in the
next state.  He would stay at one house for a week, then move to another
for a week, visiting his cousins and relatives.  He would visit each house
at least twice during the summer, from when school was out until school was
about to begin again.

   Aunt Tara was his mother's sister and she had one son, Terry.  Bob was a
pain the ass for Terry, as Bob was much younger and he always wanted to
hang around Terry and his friends.

   When Bob was eight, Terry was fifteen.  Bob shared Terry's bed.  On the
second night of Bob's stay that summer, Terry waited until he was sure Bob
was asleep and then he masturbated.

   "Wha'cha doing, Terry?"

   "Shut up pipsqueak!  Don't you tell anyone about this!"

   "I won't tell if you let me go with you tomorrow to the video arcade."

   "No, you won't tell because I'll beat the shit out you!"

   "Ah, come on, Terry.  Let me go with you.  I'll do anything you ask?"

   "Anything?"

   "Yeah, anything."

   "Okay, touch my dick!"

   Bob reached over and took Terry's dick in his hand.  It was huge
compared to his small pecker.

   "Can I now go with you tomorrow?"

   "No, you got to suck it."

   "Suck it?"

   "Yeah, suck it for fifteen minutes and then you can go with me
tomorrow."

   Bob scooted under the covers and sucked on his cousin's dick.  Terry
couldn't believe it.  His faggot little cousin was giving him a blowjob! 
Bob pulled off after less than a minute.

   "No pipsqueak, fifteen minutes.  Now you'll have to start all over. 
Look it's 11:35, suck me until 11:50."

   Bob began again, sucking on Terry's dick.  After five minutes Terry came
in Bob's mouth.  Bob pulled off, his mouth full of cum.  He didn't know
what it was or what to do next.  It didn't taste bad, so he swallowed.

   "You peed in my mouth!"

   "No I didn't.  That was cream from my nuts."

   "Cream?"

   "Yeah, cream.  It shoots out your dick when you jack off."

   "Jack off?"

   "Yeah, that's what I was doing when you woke up.  It feels real good
when you come.  Feels even better if someone sucks you off like you did".

   "Can I jack off?"

   "Sure, I guess.  But you won't shoot out any cream.  You're not old
enough.  See all the hair around my dick.  When you grow hair there, you'll
be old enough to shoot off."

   "Okay.  Can I go with you tomorrow?"

   "You didn't suck me for fifteen minutes.  Now you'll have to start all
over.  Let's see, it's now 11:45, suck me until midnight."

   Bob went down again and took his cousin's soft dick in his mouth.  After
three or four minutes of effort, the dick grew hard in his mouth.  He
sucked and sucked to 11:58, when Terry came again.  He swallowed the cream
and kept on sucking until midnight.

   Next day, Terry kept his word.  It was too dangerous to back out.  The
little fag might squeal.

   That night Bob asked Terry, "Can I have some more of your cream?"

   "Sure.  Help yourself fag." Terry pulled his shorts down and off.

   Bob sucked him until he was awarded with a taste of cream from Terry's
nuts.  From then on, Bob sucked Terry once and sometimes twice a night,
milking him of his cream.  Terry never once touched Bob's dick in any way.

   Terry told his friends what Bob did to him at night.  Pretty soon, for a
dollar, Terry would take Bob and a friend or two out to the shed, and while
Terry stood guard, Bob would suck off Terry's friends until they came. 
What a deal!  He quickly made twelve bucks that first week off his little
cousin.  He was truly sorry to see him go, but he was back in business
again in a month when Bob returned for his second week.  Terry's friends
saved their cash, and that week Terry made over forty dollars.

   Bob knew what he was doing was dirty, but he liked the taste of cum. 
But, like eating too much candy, the taste of cum became old and not very
appealing after some fifty blowjobs in a week.

   A few boys pulled down Bob's pants after he'd suck them off and gave Bob
a blowjob in return.  Bob obediently told Terry who these boys were.  Terry
blackmailed them, threatening to tell their friends that they went down on
Bob.  Fear of exposure was a mighty weapon and the price Terry extracted
was at first simple and painless to all involved.  These boys were to come
to Terry on a regular basis, once or twice a week, and suck him off.  Soon
Terry was sodomizing them, and then prostituting them.

   Terry started arranging blowjobs for high school boys, splitting the
take with his boy whores.  Rumors spread, and it became known in certain
circles that if you wanted a blowjob from a young boy to call Terry.  Terry
wouldn't do it, but he knew someone who would.  Terry quickly learned what
some men would pay for sex with a thirteen year old.  The most lucrative
deals were the campouts.  His boys would backpack into the woods of Mr. 
Berry's farm for a campout, there they would rendezvous with several men,
who for $100 each, stayed with the boys overnight in Mr.  Berry's hayloft.

   The whole thing blew up late in the spring when one of his boys had to
be hospitalized after being repeatedly sodomized from Friday evening to
Sunday afternoon.  At the last minute, two of his boys couldn't go, and the
six angry men took it out on the lone boy.  The boy talked to the
authorities.  Several prominent men of the community were arrested,
teachers, a barber, a mechanic, several salesmen and Mr.  Berry.  The men
responsible for injuring the boy were not locals and were long gone and
were never found.  Terry was arrested shortly thereafter for prostituting a
minor.  He was convicted and sent to a juvenile facility until his
eighteenth birthday.

   Bob never saw his cousin again.  His mother and dad were worried, and
asked him if Terry ever touched him.  Bob honestly answered that Terry
never touched him.  He knew better than to reveal the whole truth.

   He soon forgot all about dick sucking and eating cum and had a fairly
normal childhood.  He became sexually active again on reaching puberty and
concentrated on screwing as many girls as he could.  He kept score with his
buddies on who he and they screwed.  By the time he was fifteen he and his
buddies had a stable of high school sluts, willing to do anything.  His
sexual appetite became insatiable.



   Bob, Harry and John opened the Fuck Palace in the late spring of their
freshman year at State U.  Even though they were required to stay in the
football dorm and observe curfew, the bribe of free pussy once a week to
the team manager insured that they were always listed as present.  Their
fellow players didn't reveal the truth either, as they all received
invitations to come over and fuck sluts and were not about to ruin a good
thing.  They never really got caught until after the Bowl game in their
senior year when it no longer mattered to anyone.

   Bob had started slurping his own cum from pussy in high school and led
the way at the Fuck Palace.  John and Harry were grossed out at first, but
once they tried it they loved the flavor.  Soon they were slurping each
other's cum from pussy.  They were a raunchy trio, and their friends
accepted the fact of their practice as gross, but normal.

   In the fall of their sophomore year, State U played its archrival,
Pennington State at Pennington on Thanksgiving Day.  State U won and the
team returned to State U on Friday.  The campus was deserted for the
holidays and no sluts were available.  Harry and John's folks lived several
hundred miles from campus in the next state and they decided to stay at
State U.  Bob's folks lived less than two hundred miles away.  Bob decided
to drive home and see his folks and maybe find some local pussy.  He took
the beat up wreck he shared with John and Harry and headed home in a light
snow.  He got sixty miles before the junker developed a problem.  It still
ran, but just barely.  He chose the prudent course and turned around,
returning to State U at twenty miles per hour.  By the time he returned, it
was dark and snowing heavily.  A full-blown winter storm had developed.

   He walked in and caught John and Harry in a 69, sucking each other off
on the gym mat, in the middle of the living room.  John and Harry jumped
up, embarrassed and making weak excuses.  At the sudden realization that a
fantasy had come true, Bob's dick shot up erect immediately, getting
tangled in his drawers.  He had to struggle to untangle his stiff rod.

   "Hey it's okay guys, I understand.  I've got two bona fide cocksuckers
for roomies and it looks like we're going to be snowed in for the weekend.
What's a guy like me to do?  There are no sluts around to fuck, so it looks
like you two fags are my only game in town." He walked over to his two
friends still wild eyed in panic.  He grabbed their wet dicks, one in each
hand and gently squeezed.  "I think I'm going to enjoy this weekend with
you two, milking your balls dry".

   A grin broke out on John and Harry's faces.  Harry snarled, "Just as I
thought, you're a true slut."

   "You've always been so perceptive, Harry, though sometimes you're a
little slow on the uptake.  Ennie, minne, miney, mo, whose cock am I going
to blow?  My slut mama tells me this one is it!" Bob ended the ditty
squeezing John's dick.  "Well John, looks like you're my first cow to
milk."

   "On your knees faggot so I can fuck you in the mouth!" teased John.

   "Wait a minute, penis breath!  In this house you have to strip your slut
before you fuck'em," declared Bob.

   "The boy has a point, " added Harry.

   Bob stood still while his two best friends stripped him completely nude.

   "Are you a Fuck Palace slut?"

   "You bet I am!"

   "Then down on your knees slut!"

   Bob slowly sank to his knees in front of John.

   "Alright pussy mouth, suck my dick!"

   Bob ran the tip of his tongue along the underside of John's dick, from
just below the head, down to the base and along his balls, then back up. 
He licked in a continuous stroke, up and down the dick, and eventually
covered the entire penis twice, all except the glans.  Now he circled the
glans working closer and closer to the tip.  He nibbled up and down the
shaft like it was an ear of corn.  He mouthed the glans working it over
with his tongue and nibbled the underside just below the head.  Slowly he
took in the entire shaft, burying it deep in his throat, and then slowly
withdrew careful not to scrape the sensitive skin with his teeth.  He
fucked John's dick with his mouth, giving him the best blowjob of his life.


   Pre-cum flowed from John's dick, giving Bob a taste of things to come.
John signaled him he was about to come and Bob pulled off, letting John's
dick cool a bit.  Bob began again, masterfully sucking cock.  John signaled
him again that he was about to come and Bob pulled off.  John now directed
Bob's efforts, coming ever closer to the point of no return, then backing
off.  Pre-cum continued to flow.  John was grunting and groaning, squeezing
his dick at the base of the head, choking off the climax, fighting off the
orgasm.  To the brink and back, to the brink and back, his dick screamed
for release and he cried out loud.  Harry watched in envy as the two men
played John's dick to the absolute maximum.  With John so close to climax,
Bob had been just mouthing the glans for sometime, savoring the pre-cum,
ready to catch all the fresh jisim in his mouth so that he could relish the
pungent flavor and texture of John's semen.  John couldn't stand it any
longer, and he surrendered to pure pleasure, exploding into Bob's mouth. 
Load after load of the salty spunk filled Bob's wanton mouth.  He savored
and swallowed John's delicious seed.  He continued working on the dick,
milking every last drop of cum from the throbbing member.  John's dick
finally softened and he staggered back, forcefully pulling his dick from
Bob's unyielding mouth with a loud "pop!" John sank to floor, spent.

   Memories of the last weeks spent with his cousin Terry, flashed by, of
the cum squirting into his mouth when he was a very young boy.  That was
long ago and this is now.  Bob savored the lewdness of the moment.  He
relished the smashing of the taboo and knew he was ready to shatter all
other taboos.  For months he had been living with John and Harry.  It
seemed that he had seen them naked more often than clothed during the past
few months.  He was physically attracted to their muscular male bodies. 
They had watched each other have sex countless times with many girls, yet
they had always maintained an air of asexuality between themselves, never
looking too long at one another, certainly never touching each other
erotically.  A sea change had occurred.  From now on they would not regard
each other just as best friends, but as sex objects, to be used like any
other slut for their own gratification.  John and Harry were going to be
his boy sluts, and he was theirs.

   Like a hundreds of times before, as soon as John was finished, Harry
took his place.  He placed the head of his erect dick to Bob's lips.  Like
a greedy dog, Bob accepted the treat and gave Harry the same treatment he
had given John.

   "Mother fuck!!!!  You give great blowjobs, Bob!  Have you been holding
out on me, Bobby boy?  Well no more of that you fag slut, from now on you
gotta suck me at least three times a day."

   Still kneeling, Bob made love to Harry's cock, as he would to a sweet
pussy.  Harry hurled his verbal abuse.  John went into the back and shortly
returned.  As Bob nibbled and licked dick, he felt a strong hand stroking
his virgin asshole.  John massaged and then slowly worked his middle finger
up Bob's rectum, stretching and loosening Bob's tight sphincter, just as
Bob had taught him to prepare sluts.  Bob found it hard to concentrate on
Harry, as the lewdness of John's probing finger was wonderfully
distracting. John keep lubricating and probing Bob's ass until Harry
finally came, squirting his seed into Bob's voracious mouth.  As soon as
Harry pulled out of his mouth, Bob put his face to the mat and John put the
vibrator to his anus.  The feeling was electric, becoming more so as John
inserted the vibrator about an inch into his ass.  No wonder the sluts
liked ass fucking so much.  For five minutes, John reamed Bob's ass with
the vibrator, twisting his wrist in circles, pushing it in and out.  The
vibrator did its work, relaxing the ass muscles surrounding his anus. 
Harry took over operation of the vibrator and John walked around and lifted
Bob's head to his soft dick.

   "If you want me to fuck your ass, you have to suck me hard, Bob."

   Bob swallowed his dick and in about a minute had it hard and ready.  As
John removed his erect penis, Bob placed his head back onto the mat.  The
vibrator stopped and was removed.  John placed his glans to Bob relaxed
anus.

   "Are you a virgin, Bob?"

   Bob nodded 'yes'.

   "Not any more!" John pushed his dick against Bob's willing anus
expecting some resistance, but Bob's thoroughly relaxed sphincter dilated,
allowing John's well-lubricated dick head to slide almost effortlessly in.
Bob moaned out loud.  John paused for a minute allowing Bob's sphincter to
completely adjust to John's big dick.  John went slow, working with short
strokes, driving deeper and deeper until his dick was buried to the hilt in
Bob's rectum, then slowly withdrawing while continuing the short-stroke
thrusts, then driving deep again.  John fucked him like this for nearly ten
minutes, and then pulled out completely, making way for Harry.

   Harry slowly, but continuously drove in deep and began slowly thrusting
with long strokes, slowly fucking Bob deep for several minutes before
withdrawing and being replaced by John.  Now for the next several minutes,
John fucked with a pattern of five or six slow shallow strokes just inside
Bob's ass, followed by a slow deep stroke.  Bob's ass was very relaxed now,
and when Harry resumed, he directly drove in deep and then completely
withdrew.  Harry paused for a moment and directly drove in deep and then
completely withdrew again.  Every five seconds for five minutes Harry
drilled Bob's butt.  Bob's ass was now completely ready, and when John took
over he began fucking hard and deep.  For the next fifteen minutes, John
and Harry alternated every one to two minutes fucking Bob as hard as they
could.

   For Bob, it was an other-world experience.  Expert ass fuckers, trained
by him in the techniques that he first learned in high school, they now
sodomized his once virgin ass.  The techniques guaranteed that the ass
fucking would not be painful or cause injury.  Guaranteeing a most
pleasurable experience.  Unlike the butt-virgin girls he skewered, he knew
the importance of completely relaxing his ass muscles, of deliberately
attempting to dilate his anus.  There was only minor pain when John first
penetrated his ass.  His sphincter was allowed to adjust before the fucking
began, slowly at first, then with increasing vigor.

   As John and Harry pounded away, stimulating his prostate, Bob felt the
orgasm building and building.  He couldn't stop the stimulation, but he
used every trick he knew to delay the inevitable, contracting his
pubococcygeus muscle, as if he were shutting off the flow of urine, and
squeezing his dick with thumb and forefingers just below the head.  When he
knew he could no longer delay the orgasm, he pressed as hard as he could
between his anus and scrotum, attempting to shut off ejaculation when the
orgasm hit.  The orgasm hit him hard like an avalanche.  His grunts and
gasps turned into an animalistic cry.  He jerked so hard he tore away from
Harry's punishing dick, crumpling to the floor, struggling to maintain the
pressure required to stop his ejaculation during his intense orgasm.  It
was an ancient Taoist technique and it worked.

   John and Harry watched him twitching on the floor, crying out in
ecstasy, his hard dick jerking around, trying to spew the semen that was
blocked.  They were amazed at the intensity of his orgasm, but even more
amazed that he didn't ejaculate.

   "Shit!  Will you look at that?"

   "How's he doing that?"

   Bob had tried the Taoist trick before, but was never successful until
now.  As he recovered, he too was amazed that his cum wasn't spewed across
the floor and all over himself.  Over the next two days, he would perfect
the technique, allowing for multiple orgasms, holding back ejaculation
until he was ready to let it rip, maximizing his and his partner's
pleasure. Within a week, John and Harry mastered the technique, and the
staying power of the Fuck Palace studs became legendary.

   Harry went to his chest of belongings and removed a gold ankle bracelet
from a stash he acquired the previous summer at the liquidation sale of a
bankrupt jeweler.  They had placed the chains on three willing girls so
far, Sally, her sorority sister Roxanne, and Tina.  The chains symbolized
that the women were bound to the Fuck Palace and were openly willing to do
absolutely anything sexual.  Harry placed the chain on Bob's right ankle.

   "Wear this as an open acknowledgement that from now on you are our slut,
and we will do with you as we please.  When you look at this bracelet,
think of the fucking you just received."

   Later that night, Harry and John earned their bracelets.

   When the regular bracelet-wearing sluts returned to campus Sunday
evening eager for a fuck, the significance of Bob, Harry and John now
sporting slut bracelets was not lost on them.  Sally observed to the other
sluts that it appeared the studs spent the weekend snowed in, sucking dick
and getting ass fucked.  The studs treated the girls to short, all-boy show
before turning their attentions towards their favorite sluts for the rest
of the night.



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