From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The G Club [1/2]
Date: 10 Oct 1996 21:35:48 GMT

			      The G Club
			       Part One

	The locker room had the distinct odor of men. Men and sweat.
Coach Anderson looked at the two rows of benches. They were empty now.
The men had all left and he was alone. He sat down on a bench and let
his eyes wander to the mirror directly across from where he sat. He
carefully studied his reflection. He examined the image of his 6'3"
muscular frame. Though it was Christmas time, he still maintained most
of his summer tan. His pecs were clearly defined as was his washboard
stomach. Anderson's thighs and calves were covered with ever-so-fine
black hair. Jet black curls fell over his forehead. A finely chiseled
nose and chin gave him the appearance of a classic sculpture.

	The coach spread his legs so he could look at his bulging
jockstrap, the only garment he was wearing. It was well-worn and
stained from the activities early in the evening. Anderson reached
down and squeezed the tightly packed elastic pouch.

	"Ouch!" He sighed. His cock was a little sensitive. It should
be damned sore, he thought as he stood and looked at his profile in
the mirror.

	"Thirty-three years old and I still am in great shape," he
said aloud.

	Anderson reached for the elastic waistband of his jockstrap
and pulled it out from his waist and pushed it off. He took one more
glance into the mirror before heading for the shower. His seven inch
cock was a little red and his piss slit was visible just under his
foreskin.

	The coach adjusted the shower knobs and the warm flow of water
over his naked body brought with it a feeling of relaxation. His mind
became flooded with memories of the early evening and the exciting
sexual fulfillment he had experienced with thirty one other men and
boys. He began reliving the entire evening in his mind again.

	Coach Anderson's gym was not a real health club but a private
sex club that Anderson started shortly after moving to Salt Lake City.
When he accepted a coaching job at a local high school there, he knew
his sexual activity would be curtailed greatly. After all, Salt Lake
City is Mormon country.

	He recalled the flight to Salt Lake City and the pilot
announcing over the p.a. system, "We are now making our approach into
Salt Lake City. For those of you wishing to set your watch to Salt
Lake City time, just turn it back fifty years!"

	He had grown to enjoy the area and especially at holidays like
this one. It was December 23rd. Only two days till Christmas, Jim's
favorite holiday.

	Jim Anderson occasionally met a hot stud to share a hot fuck
with and when he did, they seldom lost track of each other. Over the
nine years he lived there, he had collected about twenty steady fuck-
buddies. It was Jim's idea to buy the old house and his buddies
chipped in and contributed some money and time to convert it into the
private sex club location. Denny Phillips was a contractor and he,
along with two of his employees, donated the time and building
materials to complete the project.

	Rodney Smith, a plumber by trade, installed the showers and
toilet facilities. The huge basement was made to look just like a
locker room. The first floor of the house was Anderson's living
quarters and was decorated for Christmas with a large tree with
hundreds of lights. The fire place had a roaring fire and there were
stockings hung from the mantle. The permanent things that decorated
the room were sports trophies and photos of his short-lived football
career. Pennants of the various schools he attended covered the walls.

	The rooms of the second floor of the framed two-story house
could have passed for movie sets. Each of the four bedrooms had been
converted to sex rooms. The first room was the sling room. Not a
leather sling room but suspended by heavy chains were twenty-two auto
and tractor tires chained together to form a swinging sexual playpen.

	The second room looked like a teenage boy's room. School books
slung over a chair, model planes and racing cars decorated the
shelves. The authenticity even included an issue of Playboy under the
mattress.

	The third room, the largest, was vacant except for two color
television camera and video recording equipment. Against the back wall
stood several backdrops used for making very private videos. The
ceiling contained several professional lights and dropped microphones.

	The last room looked like a high school principal's office,
complete with several paddles hanging against the wall, report cards
spread across the desk and an attendance book lying on an end table.

	Jim and men loved the house. Hardly a week went by that one of
them didn't bring something to improve the place. Several of them had
talked about doing something with the attic.

	Each Saturday night, as many of them who could attend would
come to the house for a group sex session. Sometimes, they would pair
off and go to the other rooms to live our a fantasy and role-playing.
Most often, though, they would all gather in the locker room, at the
end of the evening, for a full male sex orgy.

	Jim's cock began to lengthen under the shower's spray as he
thought about the extreme excitement he had enjoyed tonight. It was
different from the usual Saturday nights because this was initiation
night. It had been four months since the last initiation and tonight
three new members were initiated into the group.

	Jim recalled every detail of the night as his reddened cock
reached full hard-on status.

	The first members began arriving about 8:30. Chuck Edwards and
David Ross, both married men with children were greeted at the door by
Jim. They were made comfortable in Jim's den where they were served
tap beer. Edwards was twenty-eight and Ross was forty-four. Jim loved
playing with Ross, who on occasion would come over during the week.
Ross and Jim Anderson liked to play father son roles in the teenager's
bedroom. Their role-playing usually had the theme of Jim being the kid
and Ross, as the father, catching his son reading Playboy.

	Ross and David were drinking their second glass of beer when
Art Dollin arrived. Art was a short blond boy, twenty-two years old
and looked about eighteen. He was into rough and tumble sex and could
usually be found in the middle of the tire-sling on Saturday nights.

	"Tonight ought to be great. We'll be initiating three new
guys. Have any of you met them?" Art asked.

	"No... and we're all anxious to more than meet them," Ross
said. "Chris Alexander is bringing them here from Orem. If I know
Chris, you can bet they are young and hung!"

	Jim added, "Chris called two weeks ago and said that two were
students of his at the college and the third one is the swimming
coach."

	"I hope the coach is wearing his tight little Speedos.
Nothing turns me on like seeing a stud in Speedos stretched over his
ass and his cock and balls bulging out in front," Edwards admitted.

	By 9:00 all of the members had arrived. Chris Alexander had
the three pledges in his van. So, after the men finished their beer,
they all went down to the locker room and Chris fetched the three and
told them to wait in the den until called for.

	Once inside, the men stood in front of their lockers and began
stripping for the initiation ceremony. Each of the members placed
their street clothes in their lockers and wore only the gear that
turned them on most. Ross was wearing a Wilson jockstrap, Chris was
wearing full-cut white Jockey briefs. Coach, as the others called
Jim, was wearing a jockstrap and nylon running shorts. Young Art was
wearing brief Levi cut-offs with white cotton briefs underneath. Most
of the others wore briefs and jockstraps except for Donny Fuller, a 21
year old who wore a white nylon bikini bathing suit which he had cut
out the lining. His black pubic hair and big cock and balls were
displayed clearly to the other members.

	Vince Walters was the "Leader of the pack" this year. As the
members took their places on the two rows of benches, the lights were
turned off except for two bright spot lights that lit the area between
the benches. The lights made it impossible for anybody standing in the
light to see the men seated on each side of them. Vince stood in the
light, wearing a pair of white Calvin Klein briefs. His body was the
envy of all of the other members including Jim Anderson.

	"Tonight we are to initiate three new members. They have
agreed to do whatever we ask of them. None of them know anything about
us or this place. They don't know what to expect, except that they'll
probably get their rocks off. Chris, fetch your pledges," Vince
ordered.

	Chris went upstairs and returned with new members. He led them
into the spotlights.

	The audience began to stir as they saw the three hunks of
manhood that Chris was bringing to them. They were dressed in slacks,
jeans and shirts.

	"Okay, Chris. These are your pledges so you introduce each one
to us and tell us a little about each of them in general," Vince
instructed.

	Jockey clad Chris ordered the first one to step forward. He
was about 5'9", with short cropped blond hair and a healthy smile.
"This is Bill Deere. Bill is 18 years of age. He just moved to Orem
from Tulsa where he spent his freshman year at Oral Roberts
University."

	He ordered Bill to step back and brought forward the next boy,
a tall, light brown haired boy with a muscular build. "I want you all
to meet Mark Shultz. Mark is a twenty years old. He is history major
in Orem and is also quite an athlete. He is a wrestler and likes to
wrestle with everybody."

	The third new member was a stunning blond Adonis. Standing
6'4", about 190 lbs., with about a thirty inch waist. "This is Tom
Brooks. Tom is the swimming coach at Orem and has become one of my
best buddies. He shares my place with me."

	"I think all of our members are really pleased at your choices
for membership, Chris. Now, we'd like them to strip down and for you
to tell us some intimate things about each of them while you show off
their bodies to us," Vince said.

	As Vince stood back from the light, he could see many of the
members were already sporting hard bulges in the crotches of their
gear. Vince's light white briefs were also tenting out to the delight
of the other members. A sense of apprehension and sexual excitement
began to fill the locker room.

	Once again, Chris instructed Bill Deer to step forward. He
reached for the bottom of Bill's pullover shirt and stripped it over
the boy's head. "Bill is one of those teenagers who just can't get
enough sex. The boy's nipples are always hard and he loves to have his
buddy's bite on them and tweak them." Chris ordered the boy to kick
off his shoes and peel off his white socks. Bill stood straight again
now wearing only skin tight Levis. The crotch was almost white. Chris'
hands went to boy's waist and unbuttoned the top two buttons of the
boy's jeans. "Bill is a jockstrapper. He always wears a jock as you
can see." As Chris unbuttoned the last two buttons on the jeans he
pushed the jeans down Bill's legs and off of his feet.

	Again an audible sounds and murmurs could be heard from the
men lining the benches as Bill's fully packed jock pouch came into
view. The Bike No. 10 jock was filled to the bursting point with
hardening teen prick meat. Chris dropped to his knees and reached over
to cup Bill's jock pouch. "Bill is jock-crazy. He loves to get his
pouch massaged and show off his full hard dick to his buddies through
it. See how big his cock is, buddies? These balls feel like their
really packed tight with a lot of hot fucking cum. Might even be three
or four loads in there. Now, Bill you tell the members everything you
like to do."

	Bill smiled down at Chris who was gently jacking his cock
through the jock. "Well, like Chris told you, I like a lot of jock
play. I like to get my cock sucked through my pouch, too. But, what I
really like the most is to get fucked while wearing my jockstrap and
filling my pouch full of cum while my buddy shoots off in my butt."

	"Let's see his ass!" A cry came from the sidelines. Bill
smiled at Chris again and turned to show off his jock-framed ass to
the audience. Chris began caressing Bill's ass cheeks.

	Another plea came from the sidelines, "Make him show us some
pink!"

	Bill turned his face to the area where the plea came from and
then slowly bent over while Chris spread the cheeks apart and Bill's
pink fuck-hole was exposed to the crowd. Shouts of approval roared
through the locker room. Chris, using one hand, held the cheeks apart
and then stuck his other hand deep between Bill's legs to give his
jock pouch a squeeze.

	When Bill stood and faced the spotlight again, he was told to
step back and twenty year old Mark was brought forward again. When
his chest was revealed by Chris it exposed a heavy layer of matted
chest hairs and a trail of hair running down to his waist. Just as
with Bill, Chris opened Mark's trousers and made him kick off his
pants. When Mark stood up he was wearing only a pair of the tightest
white Fruit of the Loom briefs any of them had seen. "Mark likes
briefs and the tighter the better."

	As the crowd strained for the best view of the crotch of the
briefs, Mark jutted his hips forward so they could easily see that he
was full hard with his cock head just reaching the elastic waistband
and pushing it an inch and a half out from his slim waist. Chris
teasingly ran his finger tip around the inside of the elastic letting
his finger tip brush against Mark's cock head. This caused Mark to
ooze a little precum from his piss slit and soak into the tight white
cotton.

	Then Chris began squeezing Mark's cock though the thin
stretchy material and milked a few more gushes of pre-fuck juices out
of the excited lad. He told Mark to tell the others about his
fantasies and sex life.

	In a soft clear voice, Mark said, "I like everything to do
with sex. I like to suck more than anything else. I just can't get
enough cum. I also like to jack off in my buddy's face. Just seeing
my cum squirting in his open mouth and all over his face drives me
crazy.

	As far as fantasies go, well, eh... I kinda like to be a
naughty schoolboy and get spanked in my underpants.

	Then, I like it bare-handed, over the knee, with my shorts
pulled down under my butt and my cock rubbing against my buddy's
crotch. And, sometimes, I really like BALLS! I love to have my buddy
sitting on my face while I wash his balls in my mouth. I really like
balls and I like hot cum. I sure hope a lot of you men here, tonight,
will shot off in my mouth. I'd like that a lot."

	Chris had the boy's briefs soaked with pre-cum juice from his
manipulations through the cotton. He said, "I'm sure that our members
can make your fantasies come true, this evening. And, I am sure there
is more than one who would like to spank this cute ass of yours. Now,
why don't you turn around and let them get a look at that spankable
butt of yours?"

	Chris slipped the boy's tight briefs down enough for all of
the members to see the perfectly shaped bubble-butt the boy possessed.
He spread the boy's cheeks and made him bend over so the crowd of
sex-hungry men could see the dark crevice and tight butt-hole the boy
had to offer."

	Tom Brooks was then brought to the center and when his
clothing was removed he stood wearing a light blue Speedo bathing
suit. "Tom is my roommate, as I told you earlier," Chris announced.
"He is really into swim gear and he likes for me to put on a pair like
he is wearing and start off by rubbing our hard-ons together until we
have each other's trunks soaked and... well, Tom you go ahead and tell
them."

	Tom had a strong voice that matched his muscular body. His
cock was full hard and a dark wet stain showed how excited he was to
be with his lover and in front of so many horny men. "I like to get
excited in tight, brief swim gear. In fact, that is why I became a
swimming coach so I could always see lots of boy's showing off their
crotches and butts. Swimming is the sport that wears the least and
shows off the most.

	Once I am so hot that my big cock comes above the waistband, I
want to fuck! I love fucking ass more than anything. I like to cut a
hole in Chris' Speedos and fuck him long and hard through the hole
while I reach around and hold onto him by his cock through the nylon.
It drives me wild when I reach inside his swim briefs and he jizzes
off in my hand. That's when I really shoot hard. I also like rimming a
lot. Chris' ass is so nice that I like to rim him for fifteen or
twenty minutes before I take him on a wild fuck ride.

	As far as fantasies go, well, my favorite is having six or
eight members of a swim team, lined in a row, grabbing their ankles,
while I walk behind them and slip their little trunks down and cram a
couple of fucks into each of them before going on to the next guy and
just keep that up till I'm ready to blast and then cum in one of the
boys. Also, I fantasize about being in a gay porno movie where I get
to fuck Michael Cummings. He really turns me on."

	Vince returned to the spotlighted area. His cock was rock hard
and he was openly jacking it through his briefs. "Thanks, Chris, that
was really good. Now, since I am Leader this year, I decide who does
what to whom and where. We'll turn up the lights now and turn off the
spots."

	When the lights came up, the three new members got their first
look at the twenty-eight men who had been watching them. Several of
them were stark naked and jacking off. Some of the members were
jacking each other as they looked at the three new members. Those who
were still wearing jocks and briefs found their garments hardly able
to contain their contents.

	"Edwards! Come over here and drop to your knees and get in
front of Tom, our swim coach. You said upstairs that you hoped he wore
Speedos. Now come here and chow down on his trunks and when you got
them soggy with his pre-cum juices and your saliva, skin `em down with
your fucking teeth! Those of you who are ready to make Tom's fantasy
of fucking a row of hot willing asses, get upstairs to the video room.
We'll make a hell of a fuck movie tonight! If Tom wants to be in a
porn movie, we'll sure as hell make him a star!"

	"Ross, Anderson, Douglas! You three get Mark upstairs to the
Office room. It's time that boy's butt realizes we won't take naughty
school boys lightly! It's time he realizes the coach, principal and
teacher should each get in their licks. But, don't skin down his
tight briefs till I get up there to join you. You can do anything else
you want. You may have to feed him a lot of cock to keep him quiet."

	Vince continued, "Art, I want this boy Bill to find out how
our club member's can plow into a jock-framed boy-butt! I want you to
personally lube up the member's cocks and put each one of `em's prick
into this boy's butt. But, nobody cums in his butt! Understand? When
a member is ready to squirt off his hot load, he is to get in front of
Bill and make the kid open his mouth and play catch-the-cum. I don't
want no jizz missing his face or mouth. We ain't gonna waste any good
hot cum around this place!"

	"After everybody's blasted off their first load of ball- juice
for the evening, they are to return down here, shower, and get ready
for some major group gang-bang of our new member's here in the locker
room. Now, everybody move!"

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The G Club [2/2]
Date: 10 Oct 1996 21:36:41 GMT

			     The G Club
			       Part Two

	There was a scramble of hard dicked men as they ran upstairs
and Bill's group of fuckers remained in the locker room. Bill was
grabbed my Jacobsen and Marshall, two hairy men in their early
fifties. Marshall was wearing too-tight white boxer shorts and his wet
cockhead was reaching through the fly, eager to fuck young Bill's
eighteen year old butt. Jacobsen ordered the boy to take-up the doggie
position and get ready for the fuck of his life.

	Once Bill was in position, he turned his blond head to see 12
men, sporting full hard-ons waiting to fuck his butt. Bill really
needed it. His cock was so hard that his jock pouch was distended out
of proportion. It was drenched with his pre-cum fuck juices. Art
grabbed the big cut mushroom shaped cockhead of Jacobsen's and after
lubing it with his tongue, he aimed the rod against the boy's pink
fuck-hole. Bill let out a loud cry and Jacobsen slowly eased his fat
cock into the boy.

	When Bill settled down a little, Jacobsen began a steady in
and out fuck rhythm. Meanwhile, Marshall walked around in front of the
boy and aimed his cock at Bill's mouth.

	"Okay, Boy! Open up your mouth, you know you want to get this
huge whopper of mine all wet so I can cram it in your butt, don't you
boy?"

	Bill was squirming around from the big cock that was already
fucking him and he couldn't speak. He parted his lips and, after
wetting them, took Marshall's rod into his mouth and gave it a
thorough tongue washing. He loved the salty taste of the dick and he
craved even a harder fuck in his ass. He was sure that the cock in his
mouth would give it to him.

	Jacobsen let out a loud cry as he shot his white sticky fuck
juices into the boy's jizz-hungry butt hole. He slammed his hips hard
against the boy while his balls unloaded his cum. Just as he pulled
out he felt Marshall pulling his cock out of mouth. He climbed behind
Bill and without warning, crammed the entire length of his dick into
the boy. Art could see the expressions of lust and could tell the boy
would soon unload a gush of his own pen-up juices. So, Art laid on his
back and crawled under the boy and began sucking on Bill's pre-cum
soaked jockstrap. Several inches of jock pouch-covered cock head and
shaft found it's way into Art's mouth. He sucked with a fervor as he
felt his own Jockey covered cock being massaged by another member. He
looked down to see that it wasn't another hand at all but, Terry, the
20 year old Italian member had taken his cock out of his briefs and
stuck it into the fly slit of Art's briefs and they were cock-fucking.

	Another cock filled Bill's mouth. But, this one was just too
hot to handle and it exploded right in his mouth with several long
rich streams of thick white cream cum! At the same time, Bill felt
Marshall cram harder into his ass then gasp and scream out, "I'm
cummin' I'm fillin' you with fuck cream, baby! I'm jizzing you!"

	This took young Bill over the edge and he felt his wet jock
covered cock blast his load right through the material straining
against his cock and into Art's cum anxious mouth. Bill lost control
and dropped his entire weight into Art's mouth. But, Art didn't seem
to care as he and Terry's cocks began flooding the inside of Art's
tight white briefs with two heavy rich loads of man juice.

	One by one, the cocks of all of the lined-up men fucked into
Bill's eager hole. Bill's butthole was squishy from all the jizz
deposited there.

	Finally, they all laid still in a collapsed pile of fucked
bodies. Meanwhile, in the principal's office, Ross, Coach Jim Anderson
and Douglas took their positions and laid out their plot while Mark
waited nervously in the hall.

	The Door to the make-believe principal's office opened and
Anderson ordered Mark inside. Douglas was standing beside the desk
holding a two foot wooden paddle. It had several holes drilled in it
and the handle was covered with leather. Behind the desk sat a very
stern looking Ross.

	"Okay, Mark! Your ass needs a good spanking and we're just the
ones to give it to you. By the time we're done those little white
briefs of yours will be tatters and your butt will be beet- red!
Douglas! Lay him over the desk! Anderson, stand at the end of the desk
and hold his hands across the desk so he can't move! I'm going to give
him the first spanking, then Douglas and finally, Jim, you're going to
finish him off!"

	Mark was pulled to the left end of the desk and pushed, face
down, onto the smooth, cool wooden surface. He stretched his arms
toward the right end of the desk and they were firmly grabbed and
stretched forward by Jim Anderson. Douglas, stood and placed his hand
over the Fruit-of-the-Loom covered butt of the boy. He gently rubbed
the boy-butt. The white cotton briefs were so tightly stretched over
the boy's cheeks that they didn't move under Ross' manipulations.

	Mark felt Ross' fingers examining his ass and the briefs he
had worn especially for tonight. They were his tightest and he knew
that he was lucky enough to find a Daddy among the members, he could
enjoy the treatment he was going to receive a lot more in these
underpants. Mark realized that Ross was testing the waistband and then
the leg holes of the underwear. He felt the fingers go deep between
his legs and through to the front of the briefs.

	"What have we here, Mark? You got a hard-on boy? Do you?"
Ross asked.

	"Yes, sir. I got a hard-on," Mark replied.

	"Well, we'll see how hard you are when we're done punishing
you for being such a naughty school boy."

	SWACK! Mark let out a cry as he felt Ross, the principal, lay
a really hard spank onto his left asscheek. SWACK! Again, this time on
the right. Then another and another.

	Mark's cock was becoming even harder as it pressed into the
desk top, through his white briefs. He let out a little cry; almost a
whimper. Again and again Ross' hand served up Mark's just punishment.

	Mark's thinking became confused and his thoughts turned only
to the sweet burning pain that his ass was receiving. Not pain in the
sense of unrelieved agony, but one of sensual awareness.

	Douglas could not stop himself from laying a few spanks on the
white cotton-covered eighteen year old butt. He began spanking between
Ross' swats.

	Coach Jim Anderson stared at the boy's ass, "Look at that ass!
Hell! You can see the red right through his briefs and look at the
little red bumps showing through!"

	Mark's eyes were filled with tears but he looked up toward Jim
and saw the coach's tight jockstrap packed with rock-hard cock. The
jock bulge was only an inch or two from his face.

	When Jim looked down and saw where Mark was looking, he leaned
forward and crammed his packed pouch of man meat right into the twenty
year old's face. Mark's tears mixed with the pre-cum juice and made
the pouch of hard cock and jizz-packed balls soaking wet.

	Jim reached down and pulled his jock to one side and let his
big dick slap the boy's face with a loud SMACK! Mark's mouth
automatically opened and Jim shoved his dick into the freshly spanked
boy's mouth and eased it into his throat.

	The door to the office opened and Vince entered. "Okay, Men,
let's skin down these briefs and give this boy what he really needs."
He sat down in a straight-back chair in front of the desk as Douglas
and Jim released the boy.

	"Sorry to interrupt your suck-job Jim, but I am going to give
it to him good right now. I want the three of you to stand in front of
him and jack-off in his face. I want this kid's face drenched in your
fuck-juice and I'm not going to stop spanking his butt till all three
of you have soaked his face! Aim for his mouth but I want to see the
cum squirt out of each of your piss slits and shoot at him!"

	Mark could hardly stand. The weakness in his knees caused by
the spanking and his high sexual arousal made him loose his
equilibrium. Weak-kneed, he stood in front of Vince. He watched as
Vince reached up and grabbed the waistband of his snow-white briefs
and slid them down in the front to his pubic hair. Then, Vince grabbed
the boy and threw him over his knees and pulled the back of the briefs
down just below the ass cheeks.

	The bright red butt in Vince's face excited him. Vince looked
at the other two and said,"You guys need to know how to spank a boy!
If he is wearing briefs, you can't get into this area between his
cheeks. You don't want to hit the sensitive boy fuck-hole but you want
to redden the area near it as closely as possible. See how white it is
here where I'm spreading his cheeks?"

	The other's nodded and then watched as Vince brought his hand
down hard on the young ass. He left his hand in place for a few
seconds then lifted it and parted the cheeks again so they could see
the perfect imprint of his hand and fingers within only a hair width
of the young pink ass hole. "I find if I keep my hand on the area
where I just hit, at least for a few seconds, it keeps the heat in and
the boy feels it all the more. Also, you'll note that I am holding
onto the boy by his cock. He knows if he tries to get away it will
only hurt him so a boy-cock is the best leverage you can use!"

	Again and again Ross' hand struck the beet-red butt cheeks.
Douglas walked in front of Mark's face and rubbed his brief covered
cock all over the boy's face; rubbing away the tears. Mark wept and
whimpered. Doug reached into his briefs and pulled his huge uncut dick
out through the fly of his white cotton shorts and began beating off
in Mark's face. Soon, Ross and Jim also stood at the sides of the
boy's face and began jacking off in earnest.

	SMACK! SMACK! The sound of Vince's hand crashing against red
hot boy-butt echoed through the room. The only other sounds were
whimpers from the boy and the sounds of cocks being jacked off.

	"NOW!" Douglas screamed out as streams of white hot cum
squirted out of his piss hole at the end of his cock and shot toward
Mark's face and opened mouth. The first jet of his cock juice struck
the boy on the top of his left cheek just under his eye. The next
volley of Douglas' jizz made a direct hit into the boy's mouth.

	Mark was pleased he had strained his neck to catch that shot
of Doug's juices. Again he opened his mouth and caught the third and
forth squirts in his mouth. The last few shots went wild and landed in
his hair, on the bridge of his nose and on his chin.

	Doug fell backwards a few steps and Ross stepped up to take
his place. Ross looked down to see Vince straining to see the kid's
jizz filled face.

	Ross was pumping hard and on the verge of cumming when Mark
turned his neck, looked at Vince and pleaded, "Please, sir, finger
fuck me, please I need it real bad!"

	The boy's words of begging turned-on Ross to the point he
began shooting off all over the boy's face. SPLAT! Splat! Ropes of
warm prick juice spewed all over Mark's face. Only one shot found it's
target of Mark's warm mouth.

	Mark felt Vince's little finger enter his butt. It was warm
and moist. He turned his neck again to see that it wasn't Vince's
finger at all but his tongue!

	Vince was the club's expert tongue-fucker. While he buried his
tongue deeply into the twenty year old fuck hole, his right hand was
busy jacking Mark's dick through his underpants. Mark was squirming
wildly on Vince's lap.

	"Douglas, get down between my legs and suck off this hot-
assed boy's cock then take my load... and Doug, hurry!" Vince shouted.

	Doug got into place and grabbed the waistband of Mark's briefs
and let the young hard wet cock flop into his mouth. Vince was using
his fingers now to caress Mark's exposed balls while Doug was sucking
and licking Mark's dick.

	Vince felt his own briefs being stripped down and his cock was
being rubbed against the boy he was spanking and rimming. Then, he
felt both he and Mark's cocks going into Doug's mouth for a thorough
dual suck-off.

	"Anderson, come around behind this boy. Ross, use your spit to
lube-up Jim's cock!. Jim, I want to see that big cock of your split
this boy's ass apart! I want to see it really close-up, too!"

	Ross dropped to his knees as Coach Anderson crammed his mouth
full of pre-cum oozing dick. Ross slobbered all over Jim's dick and
then pulled it out of the hot mouth and walked around behind the
freshly butt-beat boy. He watched as Vince laid twenty five more hard
spanks of the boy's quivering red ass.

	Then Vince reached up and after giving Jim's dick head a few
quick tongue-laps, he aimed the hard rod directly into the boy's pink
fuck hole. "OH, GAUD!" Mark screamed as he felt his ass being torn
into by the sexy coach's club cock.

	Jim had the best view of all the sexual activity as he watched
Vince lick his dick as it went in and out of the crying boy's ass.
Vince's head was right in the boy's ass crack so every time Jim pulled
back or shoved his dick back into the boy, he received the pleasure of
not only the feeling of tight boy- butt, but also the sensation of his
dick being licked by Vince.

	Jim looked down around the boy to see both Ross and Douglas
busy sucking the spanker and the spankee's dicks.

	"Let's get ready men and all come together. Right now!" Vince
ordered.

	Vince's order was what Mark and Jim needed at that moment.
Jim felt the boy's ass close tight around his cock so he knew the boy
was cumming. He gave one final shove of his hips firmly against Mark
and at that moment, Mark filled Doug's mouth with a gigantic load of
kid-cum. Vince's body tightened and shot ten volleys of pent-up fuck
juice into Ross' eager mouth and Coach Jim Anderson's body went into
wild contortions of ecstasy as he pounded his huge load of white hot
cum deep into Mark's spanked butt.

	Mark had lost control and all feelings except that cum was
squirting from every area of his body into his groin and blasting out
of his cock into a hungry mouth. It was if he was having an orgasm on
top of an orgasm. His loud screams of sexual ecstasy could be heard
out in the hallway and even in the video production room where the
sex-crazy, Speedo clad, college swim coach was enjoying the greatest
sexual experience of his life.

	The two video cameras were being operated by Harry and Phil
Knight. Phil was naked and his cock was fully erect. Using one hand to
hold the camera and the other to focus it, he was unable to even play
with himself as he looked at the tiny monitor in the view-finder.
Harry was in a similar situation. What Harry saw through his camera's
view-finder made his cock leak pre-fuck juice which dripped onto his
legs and feet.

	Ten members were on their knees forming a straight line. Tom
Brooks, the handsome swimming coach was standing in front of the first
man. The man on his knees was licking the tight Speedo crotch deep
between Tom's widespread legs. His extended tongue was flipping from
side to side right under the swimmer's balls; where the trunks fit the
tightest. Tom's cock was rock-hard and tenting the trunks a few inches
from his waist.

	Tom suddenly pushed the kneeling man's head away and went to
the next one. He was a twenty three year old blond with a moustache.
"Suck the area over my cockhead, fucker! Get my fucking Speedos
soaking wet!" The young man did.

	By the time Tom reached the end of the line, his trunks were
soaked with many men's spit and his own pre-cum juices. "Stand- up!
All of you! Turn around and grab your ankles. I'm going to fuck each
one of you. Who wants fucked first?"

	"I do!" "No, Me first!" "I wanna be first, please, sir!"

	It was the young blond who called him sir and Tom liked that
enough to let the young man get the first few fucks from his cock. The
blond was clad in a jockstrap. Tom ordered the two men on each side of
the blond to strip down his Speedos and get his cock spit-soaked in
preparation for the fuck. Tom, himself, leaned down and began tongue-
fucking the butt; getting it lubed- up for the rough penetration he
planned on shoving into the bubble-butt. Then he stood and aimed his
cock directly at the inviting ass.

	"Ohhhh! Oh!" The blond yelled as he felt Tom's shaft cram,
without mercy, into his anxious hole. The other men in the row looked
around to see Tom pull out and then shove his man-meat into the boy
again and again. Then, Tom moved to the next man and for the next
twenty minutes, he saw to it that each man in the line got at least
fifty good fucks jammed into his fuck-hole.

	The men wearing jockstraps found Tom's hands holding onto
their hard cocks through the material of their pouches as he plugged
them. The two wearing white cotton briefs found Tom was ripping holes
in the back of their briefs to fuck through. But, it was Donny Fuller,
the 21 year-old, clad in his skin tight white bikini swim trunks who
Tom decided on giving his best effort.

	Before he plunged into the lad, he chewed a hole through the
ass of the boy's trunks and then stuck his tongue into the warm,
awaiting butt hole. Donny's knees went limp when Tom shoved his dick
into the boy. Tom's hands reached around the front of the boy and
grabbed his hard, nylon-covered dick. It was the fifth plunge into the
boy when Tom found his hands filled with the fresh hot cum the boy
shot and this brought Tom over the edge. His cock swelled just a bit
more and blast after blast squirted deep into boy's fuck-hole.

	Tom's knees weakened and as he slumped to the floor, he
brought Donny down with him. He opened his eyes and looked up just in
time to see all of the men who were in his fuck line jacking off all
over his body as well as Donny's.

	Donny had his mouth wide open trying to catch as much cum as
he could. His face was covered with the hot jizz and some was dripping
out of the corners of his mouth.

	Tom's whole body was cum-soaked! He wiped some of it out of
his eyes, just in time to see Tony Matthews pull his cock out of
camera-toting Harry's butt and squirt his jizm directly into Tom's
mouth.

	Within a few minutes, there was not one erect cock in the
room. The door opened and Vince, the leader, came in. "Okay, everybody
up! Time to gather in the locker room. Let's move it!"

	The locker room shower was filled with the Club's members.
They were laughing and soaping each other. Coach Jim Anderson was the
first to leave the shower and return to his locker.

	After drying himself, he slipped into a fresh jockstrap, sat
down on the bench, and relaxed while he watched each of the others
prepare for the next event.

	Vince had pulled on just a pair of light blue, nylon, running
shorts. His cock head was visible just below the left cuff of the
shorts.

	When the three new members came out of the shower together,
Vince took them into a room directly off the locker room. All of the
other members were now seated on the two benches facing each other.
They quieted a bit awaiting Vince's return with the three new members.

	Again the lights dimmed and the spot lights were turned on.
Vince brought the three back into the room and directly into the spot
light. They were all three wearing blindfolds and small, stretchy,
white nylon posing straps.

	Vince addressed the members. "As we always do with new members
during initiation, we allow the current members to have their way with
the new ones for one hour. You can do anything you want to any part of
their bodies. Turn around boys." The three new ones turned around.
Vince looked at their butts. Mark's was still rosy red in contrast to
Bill and Tom's asses. Vince pulled each boy's ass cheeks apart and
let the members, again, see what they could fuck. "Okay, men, have at
them."

	For the next hour the members performed every conceivable sex
act with the three new ones. Not one part of their bodies went
unattended.

	Finally, at the end of the evening, the three new members were
ordered to clean the house. By midnight they were through and Chris
loaded them into his van. They were happy. Very happy and anxious to
return next weekend which would be New Years holiday weekend.

	Coach Jim Anderson, alone in the locker room, stretched out on
a bench and fell asleep. He, too, was very, very happy while visions
of jockstraps danced through his head.