I thought this story was over with the first part, but a nice email friend suggested that I continue the story. This below is the result.
Robert was the consummate executive. His treatment of Chris at work was exemplary, but he was flattered to see that the times that Chris was in his office that the younger man was straining to keep his formal relationship. "He wants more fucking," Robert decided. "I have created a monster." Finally one day when they were alone in the boardroom after a meeting of the staff had adjourned Chris asked Robert if he still found him attractive?
"Of course I do."
"Then why haven't you followed up that visit"?
"I felt maybe that was a one time thing for you and I didn't want to push you into anything you weren't comfortable with."
Chris got up and moved closer to Robert and put his hand on Robert's shoulder. "Boss, that was a revelation to me. I have wanked every night thinking about the stuff we did. I haven't had a straight date since. I want more of you. I want to know more about gay stuff. I want to do more."
Robert smiled. He was definitely pleased. That day had reawakened his sexuality and he was brimming over with desire with Chris and male sex in general. "Tell you what. Let's meet after work at Manny's. You know it?"
"Yeah, it's a bar near here. It's not a gay bar is it? I never saw any queers (oops sorry) there."
"It is a straight bar, but if it still works the way it did a few years back, when I was active in that world, after midnight it becomes a gay bar....you know, where the fags are." He laughed.
"Okay. I may be one too."
After work Robert headed for Manny's. What do you know, Manny himself was tending bar and he recognized Robert. "Haven't seen you in, what, ten years?"
Robert was pleased that he was still known. "I've been true to you. No sex."
"As though I believe that. You used to drive the boys wild. You know, you're still a sexy guy. I can tell you make good money. That's a $300 custom shirt, and the suit! Yummy." He grabbed Robert's arm. "Gym? Three times a week, I'd say."
"Yep."
"No sex you say. I can fix that. "Course, not me, I'm way over your age group, but we have a new policy. No more after midnight. We have An upper floor for relaxing. Want to go?"
Just then Chris walked in. He was the picture of the young executive after work. His jacket was over his shoulder and his tie was loosened. He shirtsleeves were rolled up exposing his strong forearm with a sprinkling of blond hairs glinting.
"Oh, that's him, huh? Gorgeous. I should've known that when you resumed the life, it would be with someone spectacular."
Robert and Chris shook hands like two young guys out for the evening. "What say we have a couple of Manny's steaks in the dinning part of the bar and then...."?
He told Chris about the UPPER floor. "I'm a little afraid that some weirdo with do something to annoy me."
"Don't worry, I'll protect you," said Robert comically thrusting out his chest.
After they finished the outstanding steaks and accompaniments they sipped their strong coffees. Just as Chris put down his empty cup a uniformed bellboy appeared. He was a young guy, dressed in the sexy tight pants and short jacket with the high waist that showed off his perky behind. "Sirs, if you wish to visit the upper floor, I'm here to lead you."
They nodded and arose. The boy walked briskly through the bar area and around in the rear where the telephone booths were. He opened a booth at the end of the row and beckoned the guys to enter. They smiled with the fun of this spy-like adventure and entered. The rear door of the booth opened up and there was a small alcove with an elevator. The bellboy pressed the button and the car arrived. "Enjoy yourselves gentlemen."
They stepped in. The car was luxurious, unexpected in this plain restaurant/bar. The car started upward. It seemed to take a long time. "We must be going to a top floor," Robert said. Finally the elevator stopped smoothly and the door opened. In front of them was a spacious lobby and at the end a reception desk. As they stepped out of the elevator they realized that the young man at the desk was talking to them and his voice was relayed by speakers throughout the area. He was dressed similarly to the young bellboy on the main floor except his uniform was white and gold. He smiled at the pair. "Welcome to the Club. I will give you a quick tour and then leave you to enjoy the facilities." He glanced at the too handsome men and smiled, "And perhaps each other."
The Club was much larger than they had expected. There were about fifth mahogany doors with brass number plates. They marveled at the spa area and indoor squash courts. The gym was boasted the latest equipment. Massage tables were busy in part of the gym wing. "Wow, this is heaven. I could spend a week here," Chris said.
They were pointed to their rooms, next door to each other. "All rooms are individual," the guide stated. Robert used his key to open the door to his room. "I'll change and knock on your door and we can check out the place."
Chris entered his roomette. It was small but nice and modern. He got undressed quickly and then looked around for a bathrobe or some a towel to wear. The only thing he saw was a large cotton sheet. "I guess it's toga time." He wrapped the sheet so that his legs were free and draped the end over his shoulder like a Roman senator. A voice came through the partly opened door. "You look scrumptous, but let me fix your robe." Chris had left the door partly open and a young guy was standing there smiling at him. "Hi handsome friend, I'm Brad."
Chris introduced himself and shook the rather limp hand of a boy of college age. The boy was unquestionable good looking, with model face and body. He was about Chris's height, but slimmer, with dark curly hair and luminous gray eyes that made Chris's legs weak when they fixed on him.
Brad was very touchy. He explained that in this place, guys reached out to those who pleased them without the usual restraints. If they don't want the approach, they say so with no hard feelings, he explained.
"That fabulous guy you came with. Is he your master?"
Chris explained that he was his friend and he quickly explained that he was very inexperienced in man to man sex. I only had one experience with my friend Robert." He gestured to the next roomette.
"Ooh you lucky fuck. Did you like it?"
"Yes, it really changed my life. I haven't been with a woman in weeks."
Brad waggled his butte, "Are you up for some experimentation, a three-some maybe?"
"I'll leave that to Robert."
Just then Robert came out of his room. He had heard it all and was pleased the Chris loyalty, especially when he saw the beautiful boy he was talking to.
Greetings were over and they stood there wondering what next. Finally cheeky Brad asked Chris if he could see him naked. "That's the way we do it here. May I?" He lifted Chris sheet and whipped it off. "Oh my God. You are beautiful." He turned Chris around, who was blushing all over his facer and chest. "I love the area over your fabulous ass. Look at that cute fuzz there, little baby hair. Oh, oh, I'm hard as a rock. Look see." He lifted the front of his gown and his substantial cock was pulsing there. "Can I give you a kiss?"
Chris's head was swimming from this attention from a pretty boy. He looked toward Robert for approval. Robert nodded. Chris lifted his arms and took the boy in his arms and they tenderly kissed for about five minutes. They parted, both panting. "I almost came when you let my tongue in. Whew, let me cool off a minute." Brad fell onto the bed, puffing to regain control.
Chris's face was scrunched up in passion and his mouth was open as he gulped air. He looked piteously at Robert. "Robert, I shouldn't have kissed him. I got myself all, you know, sexed up and worse, ignored you."
Actually Robert was pleased that Chris had the experience of another male exciting him. This adventure solidified Chris's commitment to a new life style and the sampling of the wild side. He took Chris's face in his hands and pressed his still robed body against Chris, feeling his rampant cock pressing against the thin sheeting. He kissed Chris tenderly. "I love you kid. I also feel that Brad here is a sex dynamo and no one could say no to him. Right now I'd like to play around a little with him. What do you say?"
"Sure," he waved his hand expansively.
Robert took off his sheet. Brad had now gotten himself down from the sexual heights and he looked lustfully at the manly and sexy body in front of him. He took in Robert's hairy chest and legs and his large cock thrust out toward him. Robert's heavy ball sack hung invitingly. "Oh, oh," crooned Brad. "Shit I'm a slut, but I must taste that cock."
Robert spoke in a commanding voice, "Brad, stick out your tongue and lick my cock, taste the dew on the tip."
Brad was very subject to taking orders and his head spun at the master voice. He moaned helplessly and put his pink tongue on the cock in front of him. He tasted the powerful pre cum. His eyes were rolling at the taste and power of the fluid. He began to lick and moan in excitement. "Stop playing boy, take it all in your mouth and throat."
Brad was crying now in passion as he was being used by the older guy. "Yes sir." He sucked furiously finally lodging the big prick in his gulping throat.
Robert felt himself being drawn toward a heavy climax but he wanted to stop the inevitable as there were other things he wanted to do before surrendering to the inevitable. He wrenched himself away. Brad looked at him, his eyes beginning to tear. "Please don't take your cock away. I want your cum in my mouth. I'm hungry for it."
Robert patted his head. "Be patient, Chris needs his young cum. He's hurting. How do you feel about getting fucked by a handsome hot boy."
Brad moaned his acceptance and his breathing deepened. "Please somebody, fuck me hard."
Chris had been watching and listening. His cock became very hard again. He had never fucked anyone and this lovely boy would be exciting. He picked up his fuzzy legs and put the boy's perfect feet against his own hip bone. Brad was almost out of his mind already. His mouth was open and his eyes were rolling up and he still hadn't even been fucked. The mental image of handsome Chris was assailing his mind. Chris put the head of his cock against the boy's ass hole that was opening and closing hungrily. He pushed the head in. It felt wonderful. He was aware that Brad was fighting to get him deeper, pushing his ass forward and crying in passion. Chris was boss now. He crowed with triumph and pushed his prick deep into the writhing boy below him. Brad screamed with surprise and pain, but soon it was replaced with indescribable thrill as Chris began a teasingly slow fuck enjoying every minute. He glanced back at Robert who was now naked and slowly jacking his cock. Robert smiled and nodding approval.
Chris could feel his cock pulsing and jumping in a pre orgasmic dance. Soon his mind had slipped down to the beast level as he growled in passion. Brad's cock was jumped and stiffening. He reached down and stroked Brad's cock. Brad was mewling and crooning in mindless stimulation. Chris could feel the boy's cock spewing pre cum wildly and he was bucking in uncontrolled passion. Just then Chris knew he was now powerless to stop his onrushing ejaculation. His cock seemed to lose it's feeling for a moment and then turned into a stiff cannon primed to fire projectiles of cum. Then time resumed. Chris shouted his cum announcement and Brad cried in his loss of control over his prick as it shot streams of cum over his chin and belly. He felt Chris shooting hot fluid into his welcoming ass. Finally Chris fell over him, both panting.
Robert waited patiently. He was hot to trot, but he knew that patience would bring him the best sexual experience with these passionate perfectly formed boys. When they seemed to come to, smiling and happy he suggested that they leave the small room and head for the spa area.
They were surprised to see that there was no one there. This was a weekday night and it was getting on toward midnight, perhaps everyone went home. He noticed there was a telephone on the wall and a sign said that one could call any time for information. Robert picked up the phone and a voice answered immediately. He asked what time the place closed up and he was informed that it never closed although the lunch hours and evening hours were the busiest.
"How about the sauna?" suggested Brad. "You can work up a sweat and I can lick it off."
The sauna was very luxurious. There were beds covered with a type of waterproof cotton fabric. Each took a cot and relaxed with closed eyes. Robert began talking to them in his deep voice. "Kids, I think it's my turn to get off and I have a suggestion. I'd like to do something I've never done; to take a plunge into the unknown for me."
"I can't imagine what that could be," said Chris. "Is it dangerous? Does it involve fire or guns?"
"No nothing like that, but in my sexual adventures before I went on my sex starvation diet I had have pretty wild happenings, except for one thing: I have never been a bottom. Perhaps I'm too proud and it's time I experienced it. What do you guys say?"
Chris sat up and came over to Robert's cot. "Boss, I'd love it. I had both now and there is something to be said for each. I'd really like to fuck you."
Robert sighed with resignation and a little fear. "Okay, how do you want to do this?" He was already sweating in with a little dread."
"You want to take my legs up and press my knees against my chest?"
"No, particularly because you are already orchestrating your own fuck. No I want you to get on your knees and elbows."
Robert scrambling to comply. He stayed in that position awhile waiting for the onslaught. Chris waa panting with anticipation. But first he instructed Brad to get under Robert and work on his big cock hanging there and his balls. "That'll warm him up." Robert was already realizing that the younger ones were in charge. He felt unprotected with his ass up in the air, but for the first time in his life he felt his ass hole yearning to be filled. Chris moved close behind him and patted his hairy ass, talking to him as if he were just a piece of meat to be fucked. Robert found it exciting to give up to Chris's will, to be a fuck boy's bitch.
Chris leaned close and licked Roberts hairy crack. Robert began breathing hard, to feeling was very powerful. Then he felt Brad lick his cock head and pull gently on his balls. He began to chant encouragement, "Yes, yes, that feels so hot, don't stop." At that moment Chris put the head of his cock at Robert's hairy hole and put the thick part of his prick in. Robert cried out in pain or shock. "Stop Chris. Forget this. Let me up."
Chris was determined to give his lover the best he could and he was not going to retreat now. He pulled his open hand back and delivered a painful noisy slap on Robert's add cheek. "Hey, you shit. Who told you to do that? When I get up I'm going to punch you out then fire you. Who the fuck do you think you are?"
Chris laughed and slapped the other cheek even harder leaving a red area on the dimpled side. Roberts howled in pain, but at the same time Chris prick slipped into Robert's steaming hole. Robert felt the cock head slide over his prostate and he quieted down and began softly murmuring and moaning. Chris spoke into his ear, hey boss, you want me to quit the fuck now?"
"No you shit head, I love it. Use me, fuck me hard and fast, make me cum from your big cock." Chris laughed in triumph and began banging the helpless Robert. Making him slide along the bed. The bed was creaking and shaking. Brad had a difficult time keeping the man above him's cock in his mouth, but he did and he sucked harder. Both Chris and Brad knew that the older fellow was fast losing his logical mind as he slipped into an animal state, dripping spit. He could no longer keep his eyes open nor his tongue from hanging out of his mouth. He was loving every second and he knew he was headed for the cum of his lifetime. Suddenly he screamed out, "Here it is, I'm cuming." His prick in Brad's mouth began to spew gallons of sweet cum and Chris felt Robert's ass hole gripping him as if to keep him locked in.
"That's it Bobby boy, let it cum, don't hold back. You're mine now." Chris shouted in his ear.
When the orgasm ended the boys lay hugging each other. Brad said that it was the hottest moment he had ever seen even though he and Chris didn't cum. "We had a mental cum that bowled us over," Chris said. "Hey boss, you goin' fire me?"
"Only if you say you won't repeat this."
"Say Chris and Robert, what kind of work do you guys do?"
"We sell stocks and bonds," they both said.
"Hey that's what I've studying."
Robert told him to see him when he graduates.
They decided to take a short nap and the three crashed quickly until someone woke them up. It was Manny, the bar owner.
"Did you guys know about the glass ceiling."
"What glass ceiling?" they asked.
"Well there is no charge to use these facilities. I check out the crowd in the bar and young hot dudes like you three I tell about the upstairs. You're welcome to come here whenever you want, just come to me and ask."
"The reason it is free is that the upstairs boys pay one thousand dollars an hour to observe those young dukes down here. I tell you guys this because I believe you are the kind that likes to "perform" for unknown panting hidden men."
"Do you think that's true?" asked Robert of the two others who were listening with open mouths. After a long consideration they all nodded slowly.
Chris said, "We're like animals in the zoo with the visitors watching our antics, except we don't see them."
"Yeah, maybe a little like that," Manny said. "Well think it over, if you don't ask for the Club I'll know you are not for it."
The guys went back to the rooms after showering. They met at the elevator. Brad asked them if they are ever coming back. He assured them that he was definitely returning.
Robert said that he has to think it over. "You know I've got a beautiful lover here. We can do so much together sexually and other non sexual pursuits like sports. We will also invite you, if you wish.
They each grabbed each other in a hug and entered the elevator.
End
Is there a place like the Club? I'd join in a minute. Manny seems a great judge of man flesh.