THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB
Robert

Written by Lady Poetess
egiggles at moose-mail.com
http://www.asstr.org/~bbp

Please do not reproduce on any website without permission. This
story has no resemblance to anyone dead or alive.

PROLOGUE

"My best fuck?" Robert Charles Frisbee studied the fumes rising
from a cigarette stub in the ashtray at the center of the table.
"It was during college."

It was an ungodly hour and tongues were loosened by alcohol and
the melancholy that often accompanied the late hour. Four men at
the table were alone not by their preferences. Jason Patric's
young man Dawson had gone camping with his friends - younger, fun
friends who didn't want a thirty-two year old man coming along,
much to Jason's ire. Bob Downey, Jr's man was in Europe on some
business trip. Rupert Everett and Rob were still single.

Jason had just finished describing a tradition in his high school
football team. The one who caused the game to be lost would be
banged by every other player in the locker room. Jason maintained
that Dawson was still the best, but at the same time, he had more
fond memories of one gangbang he took part in for a man who
claimed that it was just second best in his memories. Rupert
described a quickie in a toilet cubicle with the one that got away
- someone called Benjamin Bratt, who eventually decided that his
future as a political candidate was more important than Rupert.
Bob Downey remembered fondly a stablehand in his father's ranch.

Now it was Rob's turn. He didn't feel like telling the truth, but
the late hour and the melancholy were making him mushy. "My twenty-
third birthday. You know how guys can be. They ganged up on me,
blindfolded and gagged me, and tied me like a fucking Jesus Christ
on the wall behind the pulpit in the college chapel. I shouted
until I was hoarse to be released, but no luck. And then..." He
hesitated. "Someone came... and did things to me."

"That's it?" Jason growled.

"Yeah, that's it. I know he was a guy - I can feel his whiskers on
my skin. He wanted to release me, because I can feel his touch as
he worked on my bonds. But then he kissed me, and next thing I
know, he was sucking my cock like a pro. And then he rode on my
cock until I almost fainted from coming so hard. There, that's my
best fuck. Happy now?"

He felt violated that he had shared his most intimate memories,
even if it was to his close friends.

"That is the most arousing fuck story I have ever heard," Rupert
said most sarcastically.

"Don't blame Rob," Bob Downey said. "Look at him. He has emotional
investment in that fuck. I bet you tried to ask around and find
that guy, but you never did, right?"

"No, I never did." Rob wished he hadn't brought up the story. It
aroused too many demons. It reminded him of the only time when he
was free to give in to his passions, when he was free.

He would give anything to be free again.



ONE

Brennan Swain, the man Rob was mulling over that night four months
ago, fell in love at first sight at the island of Sonara. It was
the sandy beaches, the abundance of tropical rainforests, and the
promise of a new life away from the mess he left behind in New
York. Sonara was currently the object of a three-pointed dispute
by nearby Indonesia, Malaysia, and the Phillipines. Each country
wanted the island's abundant timber and oil reserves. The current
standoff was the only thing preventing the island from being
plundered.

The Wildlife and Conservation Research Center knew its days were
numbered on Sonara. Soon, the ASEAN would step in to mediate the
dispute, and Sonara would soon be somebody's territory. Until
then, the researchers were determined to do all they can to
petition, study, and safeguard the island's natural wealth.

Somewhere on Sonara, Robert Frisbee was fighting a losing battle.

Brennan Swain, corporate lawyer, was here to act as a legal
advisor. He didn't know he would be working with Rob, or he would
have rejected the offer. He didn't know until it was too late, and
now he was scared. He had lusted after Rob when they were friends
from high school to college. They had been good friends since they
were forced to be lab partners and learned what a good team they
made. Rob provided the drive and enthusiasm Brennan never had, and
Brennan reined Rob in when he threatened to work them all into a
nervous breakdown with his need to succeed and excel. Brennan
respected and envied Rob for his steady enthusiasm and unflagging
optimism.

Rob was waiting for him at the shore. Brennan lifted his heavy
backpack and waded into the shallow waters to make his way ashore.
Rob's local helps were already unloading the rest of Brennan's
things. The man was even more attractive than Brennan remembered.
That pretty face had aged, the smooth planes wornout by
responsibilities and obligations to give Rob an attractive allure
only maturity could bestow. The man was bulkier now in his
muscular body, no doubt from the many physical labors his job made
him to. Those huge muscular arms stretched the seams of his
sleeves to the limit, and the faded jeans he wore seemed spray
painted on his muscular thighs. And oh yes, that always large,
fascinating bulge in his crotch, which seemed to have grown with
Rob's other muscles, was beautiful now in jeans as when back in
the old days in football uniform, gymnast tights, or rowing
shorts.

Brennan's blood sang, every senses in his body hummed in awareness
of Rob's devastating beauty. It was a mistake, he thought
miserably, even as his body protested the notion. He'd thought
five years and the lovers he had ever since could erase the
memory. Who was he kidding?

Rob smiled in genuine warmth, and Brennan's lips curled into a
smile in instinctive response. "Brennan, it's so good to see you,"
Rob greeted warmly, and embraced Brennan in a crushing bear hug.

"Hey, put me down, you bear lug," laughed Brennan, playfully
punching at Rob's chest.

Damn, they were already going back to their old style of banters
and mock insults, and just seconds after their reunion. Brennan
knew with a sinking feeling that he had just gone beyond the point
of no return. And damn if it didn't feel so good to be a condemned
man.



"The rest have gone back to their home countries for Christmas,"
said Rob as he studied the way Brennan's jeans stretch taut over
the man's buns as Brennan bent over to push his suitcase under the
bed. "I don't like the winter in New York, so I'm here. The only
one here apart from the locals until early January."

Brennan hit his head hard on the bed.

"You okay?" Rob asked, making to squat on one knee beside Brennan.

"Oh, I was just clumsy. Just you and me?"

"You looked nervous," commented Rob.

"Yes, I am. I'm always nervous when I start something new, and
this is a new thing for me." Brennan dusted his jeans, but he
didn't fool Rob with his affected nonchalance.

Rob let that pass. He was glad Brennan was here. Already he felt
freer, lighter, now that his one best friend who had always been
there for him was here. He didn't know how much he missed their
camaraderie until now. He didn't know how much he found Brennan
attractive either. As was his way, he adjusted immediately
Brennan's place in his life. Yes, Brennan was still a good friend,
but Rob now also placed Brennan under the potential lover list.
His urgency, which he hadn't felt for a long time in his uphill
fight to save Sonara, returned full-force.

He wanted Brennan, he realized. Now.

But Brennan had taught him one important lesson in life -
patience. He would wait, take his time, he decided. He would be
nice to Brennan, and when he saw an opening, he would move in for
the kill.




TWO

Brennan pulled himself out of the water and staggered to collapse
on the cave floor. He wasn't used to diving this far and deep yet,
despite two weeks of learning. Behind him, Rob fluidly climbed out
of the water, carrying a water-proof case of food.

Brennan hadn't imagined there was so much work to be done. There
were always phonecalls to be made, legislature to be studied,
irate politicians to placate... yet, instead of panicking, he was
actually humming with excitement as he tackled each problem head-
on. It was Rob, he realized. Rob was there, and with Rob's trust
and support, Brennan could do anything.

Today, they'd decided to take the evening off to explore the
island. This meant Rob stripping down to his shorts. Brennan
wished he could be like Buddha, immune to human desires, but he
couldn't. He wanted it bad, so bad, that he was grateful for his
dark shorts that hid his erection well.

"This cave is lovely," Brennan said, desperately trying to
distract himself. The cave was lovely, like the rest of Sonara.

"It's my secret hang-out. I found it, and it's mine." Rob lay on
his back beside Brennan and closed his eyes contemplatively. "It's
peaceful here. When things get too much for me, I'll swim here and
just lie down and relax."

"Then I shouldn't be here, invading your privacy like that."

Rob laughed softly. "Haven't you notice? The last two weeks, I
have let you invade all my personal space. You have all access to
my life. I let you."

"You're scaring me with such talk, Rob," said Brennan.

"I scare myself sometimes. We are friends again, just like the old
times," Rob said.

"Yeah," Brennan said, smiling softly.

Rob opened his eyes and returned the smile. "Then it's your
fault."

"My fault?" Brennan asked.

"Yeah, your fault. I don't want you to leave my life again. I need
this friendship, Brennan. I need you too. And I also want you. Do
you understand me?" Rob raised his upper body and took Brennan's
hand in his. "I'm in love with you, my friend."

"Oh, fuck."

"Oh, fuck indeed."

Brennan took a deep breath. "I'm in love with you too."

Rob's grin widened. He was never more beautiful now, Brennan
realized. Rob was radiant with joy, and he was never more
beautiful then he was then. Brennan was moved - it would be so
easy to wish to make Rob as happy as possible.

"But?" Rob urged Brennan on.

"I have - ummmph!" He couldn't finish the sentence, not when Rob
kissed him there and then.

Kiss - what a trivial word to describe the fiery mating of their
tongues, tender yet urgent. Or the way Rob held Brennan's back as
his other free hand caressed Brennan's face and chest. Or the way
Brennan's hands remembered and refamiliarize themselves with Rob's
body, moving over muscular pectorals and small but taut and
succulent nipples, hard washboard abs, and the shallow
indentations of Rob's pubis - oh, he remembered, and he wanted to
weep at the memory.

"You!" Rob gasped as he broke off the kiss. "You're my 23rd
birthday guy."

"I was about to tell you before you attacked me like that,"
Brennan told him.

"I found you - at last." There was relief and profound wonder, not
anger, in Rob's voice.

Brennan wanted to answer, but he cried out when Rob's thick cock
pushed open his ass pucker and forged in with a soft, wet tearing
sound. Brennan spread his legs, clamping them around Rob's hard-
muscled waist as he tightened his anal grip on Rob's cock. Rob
shuddered from the unbearably tight and wet ass he was in - he
bore his hips down, spearing Brennan so completely that Rob's
pubes meshed with the fine hairs lining Brennan's anal pucker.
Then he withdrew slightly, and started fucking the man under him
in hard pumping rhythm. Like they lived, their coupling soon fell
into a perfect rhythm as Brennan met Rob every way. When Brennan
came, Rob was there, holding him and kissing his eyebrows as he
murmured soothing sweet nothings. When Rob came, Brennan was
there, accepting every inch and every drop of him.



"You're not mad at me?" Brennan asked Rob.

"No. Maybe a little. If you have stayed, we wouldn't have wasted
five years. I looked for you, did you know? I asked around, but no
one knew." Rob lathered jelly peanut butter on his bread and took
a bite. He might be a rich man's son, but he had simple tastes in
life.

"I thought we will never see each other again. I wanted to make
money, and you wanted to see the world. So I had to have you one
time," said Brennan. "I'm sorry."

"I'm not."

"I left New York because I had a bad nervous breakdown. I didn't
know I'll find you here, but I'm glad I did." Brennan sighed. "I
should warn you, though, I may break down too one day."

"That's okay. I'll just help you pick up the pieces." Rob
shrugged. "Don't look so surprised. When I came here to work, I
learned soon that I couldn't just keep pushing forward like that
Mack truck you used to call me. I actually broke down and cried
once, until I remembered how you used to tell me to take it slow."

"I think we'll actually work fine," Brennan said aloud.

"You bet," said Rob happily.

"You forgive me for taking advantage of you that night?"

"Yeah, but not for leaving me there after you've had your fun. The
poor Brother opted for early retirement when he saw me the next
morning, naked and covered with jizz."

Brennan shouted his laughter as Rob pounced on him and started
wrestling and tickling him. He was a crafty fellow, however, who
deftly took Rob's cock in his mouth and calmed Rob down
instantaneously. In fact, when Rob came, he actually purred.




EPILOGUE

"That's it? No drama, no grand conflict? Just - " Rupert made a
gesture of his fist whacking his palm. "Just that and that's it?"

Rob just nodded.

"Man, this is boring," Jason Patric grumbled. "I wish my own story
was as boring," he admitted, self-loathing still evident in his
voice regarding how he treated Dawson once. He still couldn't
forgive himself long after Dawson had.

"I like my own story the best," Bow Downey declared. "Then again,
bottom guys always have the best stories. You top guys are all so
predictable - sex, sex, sex, and then the obligatory
psychoanalyzing and wham! Love."

"I was in love with Brennan long before we had sex," Rob pointed
out.

"And me Dawson," Jason growled.

"So you say. But what is more interesting? A meek bottom guy
taming a ferocious top guy, or a top guy waxing sweet saccharine
because he's - ugh - in love? Think about it."

"Brennan's being interviewed by the Times," Rupert said to Rob,
hastily changing the subject before blood started to spill.

"That's right. And last week he and I were at the White House,"
Rob said proudly.

"He's way more zealous about this nature saving thing than you are
now," Jason said.

"Yeah, doesn't that gall you? He's having more success than you
were in the last few years," Bob Downey pointed out.

"Hey, he's a lawyer. I'm just a simple biologist who has lived for
so long among the wilds that my manners are rusty. But how do I
feel? Like a proud and happy husband," Rob admitted cheerfully.
"He's such an amazing guy, isn't he?"

"I'm going to be sick," Rupert declared.

"Don't worry, you're next," Jason told him.

"Not me. Never me," said Rupert confidently.

The words echoed around the room, like an ominous omen.
