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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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