THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB
Philip

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.


ONE

Nicholas Bunyan Stahl's day began to the sound of his tenant
Philip Borg-Olivier whistling as the man shaved and subsequently
took a shower. It was a habit, Philip told him, for him to bathe
every day, one that he cultivated from his days at a Catholic
military school when they made him scrub the toilets and dug the
garden almost every day until he thought the stench and feel of
the dirt and worse would never be washed off. He was a problem
child, Philip told Nicholas, but now, he was an examplary role
model for the troubled teens he mentored at the several local
homes and schools.

"Good morning, Mr Stahl," Philip would tease as always as he
walked out from the shower, smelling fresh and clean. Since it was
a Saturday and he had the day off on weekends, he would walk into
the kitchen in only his running shorts. Mr Stahl was his way of
teasing Nicholas, who in truth was only three or four years older
than Philip. "What's cooking?"

"Eggs, fresh tomatoes, milk, and some ham, Borgo," Nicholas said.
Borgo was his way at getting a little back at Philip for his Mr
Stahl. Philip told him once that the kids at his school called him
Borgo and he found that nickname simultaneously irritating and
endearing.

"Yummy," Philip said, coming up to Nicholas and placing his
muscular arm so that his shoulder rested on Nicholas' shoulder. "I
think I've put on weight since I've moved in here. You should open
a restaurant. Or do something. Go out more."

It was a common argument among them. Nicholas did not have the
heart to draw lines between he and Philip, despite the fact that
Philip rented a room at Nicholas' apartment since only five months
ago. Philip always urged him to do something - leave the house,
join Philip at the gym or the pool or on the running track, attend
a party, date (Philip offered to help fix Nicholas up with a
friend of whichover his current boyfriend was at the moment), or
go hit the singles bar and get laid. Nicholas would decline. If he
had deliberately shrouded himself in the suffocating blanket of
loneliness in this apartment, so be it. His job as a website
designer allowed him to set up office right here in this apartment
that he inherited from his parents. He didn't need to go out. He
wouldn't be hurt if he stayed here in his safe little world.

But he was glad that Philip had, if only for now, walked into his
world and banished a little of his loneliness. He didn't say it,
but the ice in his soul warmed and melted a little whenever Philip
urged him to join him. If he wasn't careful, Nicholas might start
believing that Philip cared more for him than the man really did.
Surely Philip didn't care too much! The man changed boyfriends as
often as he changed his shirts. Philip was, after all, a very
handsome man.

Oh, not conventionally handsome, perhaps, Nicholas conceded.
Philip's face was too rough to be beautiful - the man had strong
and well-defined cheek bones and a sexy jawline, but everything
else about the man's facial features were too coarse to be
considered handsome. The eyes were too elongated to fit Philip's
face, perhaps, the nose was too big and a little too crooked (he
broke it in a schoolyard fight), but Nicholas thought that Philip
looked gorgeous. Philip reminded Nicholas of a tenacious bulldog.
When cornered, Philip would fight back hard, but when tamed, he
would probably be loyal to a fault.

Philip, so close to Nicholas, with only a pair of onionskin
shorts, however, made Nicholas' heart beat like a pounding drum
and his hands to tremble. The potent desire flushing his face,
burning his skin, and flooding his loins terrified him because
Philip had already breached his emotional defenses just by being
heartbreakingly beautiful, his slim body powerfully muscled, but
as always, touching Nicholas with a gentleness that belied the
barely restrained strength in that body. And Philip was kind -
that was his most potent assault on Nicholas' defenses. Philip was
slowly winning over Nicholas without even trying.

"I'll leave you to eat," Nicholas stammered a little as he quickly
stepped out of Philip's reach. "I have some deadlines to attend to
in my office."

"You work too hard, Nicholas," Philip just said, helping himself
to the breakfast Nicholas had prepared. "One of these days I'm
going to lose patience and force you to have some fun."

"Don't forget I'm still your landlord," Nicholas said. His voice
trembled a little so it didn't come out the commanding manner like
he'd hoped.

"Ooh, I'm scared." Philip grinned. He had no idea how that simple
grin caused Nicholas' heart to bleed a little. "Well, go run and
hide in your office. If I have nothing better to do tonight, I'll
rent some video and force you to watch them with me."

Nicholas fled to his office and shut the door behind him. Safe and
quiet - his office was his sanctuary. But by shutting out Philip,
Nicholas became only more aware of how unbearably silent his
office was, and how this silence could become so deafening that he
wanted to scream in frustration. He felt trapped, he realized.
Somehow Philip had made Nicholas gotten used to the man's easy
smile and laughter, and now, he had changed a little despite his
hardened will.

He gave a soft sob of despair. If he couldn't find peace by
escaping into his work, where could he run to now?



TWO

Philip brought a guy home that night. A handsome, dark-haired guy
that could grace the cover of a fashion magazine - a guy that
Nicholas wasn't, and Nicholas wanted to kill someone to release
the unbearably burning jealousy he was feeling inside. It was
becoming harder to keep this jealousy in check whenever Philip
brought home someone, and now, he could only look away as Philip
walked into the kitchen, gloriously nude apart from a pair of well-
fitted jeans, and borrowed two glasses and took some ice along
with them. Nicholas wouldn't gaze hungrily at the deep
indentations of the pubic arches or thought of someone else
running his lips along those sexy indentations. He wouldn't dream
of kissing the line of Philip's back, all the way down to the
man's buttock cleft where he would take a deep, hungry swipe of
his tongue before moving on to feast on Philip's delicious
asshole.

No, he wouldn't. He would exchange pleasantries with Philip,
pretending not to see the man's erection bulging in those jeans,
because it hurt that that huge tumescence was for someone else and
not Nicholas. He would stand there and not move until he heard
Philip's bedroom door shut.

It was his hands that reached under his shirt and pinched his
nipples hand, but he refused to speculate what was going on behind
Philip's bedroom door. He refused to think - stop, stop it! - but
even so, his treacherous mind allowed his imagination to run wild.
Nicholas gasped as he thought the fire in his needy ass would
vanquish his entire body, for he was so feverish with desire.
Pinching his nipples until they bled a little quenched not one
drop of his lust. Desperately, he ripped at the fastening of his
jeans with one hand as the other hand frantically scrambled along
the table until he found... there, that was just what he needed.
With a muted cry, he sat on the table and lay back, spreading his
legs wide as he pushed that carrot deep up his ass. He closed his
eyes, not seeing the carrot as much as he imagined that it was a
hot and throbbing cock filling him. He gasped in pain as he pushed
the carrot up his ass deeper, the increasingly wider circumference
of the vegetable stretching him until every muscle in his anal
region protested. Then he was coming hard, his hot seed blasting
from his cock to splatter across his chest and onto his chin, then
his neck and chest and eventually his crotch with each weakening
spurt. But it wasn't enough. Nicholas turned to rest his stomach
on the table and place his feet on the floor even as he resumed
plunging that carrot in and out of his burning ass. He lost count
of how many times he orgasmed, not stopping even when his own
torso was dripping with his own seed and his abused asshole
threatening to turn into a molten mush. As he gritted his teeth
and came one more time, he knew that it would never be enough.
Only Philip could sate this insane lust he had kindled in
Nicholas. Damn that man, Nicholas thought in half-despair, half-
desperation as he turned onto his back and threw that carrot aside
in disgust. He would have to find something better than a carrot.
He needed... he needed... His eyes fell on the thick protruding
handle of the spatula. If he couldn't have Philip's cock...
Nicholas reached for the utensil.

He happened to look at the kitchen doorway in the throes of
another hard orgasm and gasped as he looked straight at the
stunned expression of the man that was the cause of Nicholas'
burning and out-of-control neediness. Philip was wearing a towel
around his waist as he was passing the kitchen - to the bathroom,
perhaps - and he was now standing right at the door, transfixed at
the sight of the come-covered Nicholas with his legs spread
obscenely wide and a thick-handled kitchen spatula embedded almost
six inches deep up his ass. Philip enjoyed the sight if his huge
erection was anything to go by. Pushing aside mere fabric, that
cock now stood tall and proud, reaching Philip's navel and
dripping a long thread of clear fluid right to the floor.

"Don't move," Philip whispered.

Nicholas couldn't move. He could only watch as Philip threw the
towel to the floor and took a few urgent steps towards the kitchen
table where Nicholas sat there with legs splayed open. He didn't
say any more word and Nicholas didn't expect him to. Nicholas
gasped as Philip yanked the spatula out of Nicholas' ass and he
sighed in relief and joy when Philip moved forward to replace that
spatula with his much thicker cock.

"Jesus, you're so tight," Philip moaned as he pushed his cock deep
up that asshole that was ill-prepared to accommodate the girth of
his cock. Every nerve on his sensitized cock was burning in
protest and he thought he would tear his skin as it stretched back
so tautly from the friction of his penetration. They needed
lubrication. He looked around and his attention fell on the bottle
of olive oil... alas, out of reach. He gritted his teeth and
thrust his cock once, twice, crying out from the unbelievable
pleasure of fucking into an ass that held him like a vise. His
cock erupted and his burning hot molten seed gushed into Nicholas'
anal passage to flood the man's burning rectum. Lubricated by his
semen, Philip's cock slipped another inch deeper, and then
another, until slowly, his crotch finally pressed against the
hairy gash of Nicholas' anus until their pubic hair became emeshed
and slicked by the copious fluids of their fuck pouring out of
Nicholas' well-packed ass. And then Philip began fucking Nicholas
in earnest, a real fucking this time, until the kitchen table
rattled under the force of their pumping hips, until Nicholas
screamed and Philip had to drown that scream with a kiss as they
both came at the same time, their cocks simultaneously ejaculating
even as they began kissing each other in a hunger they were only
starting to realize.

"Send that man home," Nicholas hissed. "And come back and fuck me
until I tell you to stop."

"Shit!" Philip laughed weakly. He'd forgotten all about the guy
asleep in his room. "I guess I'll have to break up with him," he
said with a sigh. That guy - what was his name?

"You'd better," Nicholas told him.

"I'll do it tomorrow. He's asleep anyway. Want me to fuck you in
the bath tub? We can clean up afterwards and then eat each other's
ass for breakfast," Philip suggested.

"I'll increase your rent since now I'm giving you sex as well as
lodging and meals."

"Mr Stahl, my dear, I should be asking for a rent decrease as I'm
giving you stud service," Philip told him. "Damn, you're hot, Mr
Stahl. I never imagined, but seeing you with that spatula... wow!
And you're one tight and slick fuck as well." He playfully smacked
Nicholas' butt cheek as they both got onto their feet.

"You said I needed to have fun," Nicholas said, rubbing his butt
cheek.

"And now you're going to have all the fun you can have," Philip
promised him as they both shared a chuckle between them and ran,
holding hands, into the bathroom.




THREE

Nicholas flopped onto his back on the bed and stared at the
ceiling of his bedroom. He was... beat. The last two weeks had
passed him in a blur of frenetic activities and he was exhausted.
Because he wanted Philip to like him and view him as something
more than a creature to be pitied upon, he had fortified his
nerves and ventured into Philip's social whirl. It drained him
more than he anticipated, this mingling with people when he wasn't
used to socializing and was rather inept in it. How did one smile
all the time or had the patience to suffer through boring
conversations? How did one say anything without coming off as a
boor when a conversation was out of one's league and one had
nothing to contribute? He tried to learn from Philip but after two
weeks, he was exhausted. He wanted some quiet time for himself,
but it was always Philip and his friends intruding on his peace
and he was starting to go crazy from the noise in his head.

Usually at home with Philip, he would be more upbeat in his moods.
Philip always walked around the place wearing only shorts and
sometimes a tank top if it was cool, but since he started fucking
Nicholas regularly, he often walked around in a pair of skimpy
briefs or in the nude. Most nights, Philip would come home after a
day's work, ditched his clothes and took a bath, and subsequently
after dinner, coupled lustily and vigorously with Nicholas, often
on the dinner table itself before moving on to the bedroom.
Sometimes they didn't even make it to the bedroom. Or if one of
them had a long day, they would just cuddle up in bed and Philip
would gently insert his cock up Nicholas' ass. They would lie
there, their hips meeting each other's thrusts in a slow and easy
rhythm until they bought reached a gentler climax that would send
them to sleep in each other's arms. On Friday nights, Philip's
cock seldom left Nicholas' asshole until late Saturday afternoon.

Nicholas should be looking forward for tonight. It was Friday.
Philip had ordered some sexy underwear from an online adult store
and he would wear one and seduce Nicholas effortlessly. Instead,
he locked his bedroom door and tried to close his eyes and willed
for some peace of mind.

Philip knocked on the door.

"I have a headache, Borgo," Nicholas said with a groan.

"You want me to get you an aspirin?" Philip asked.

"No, I just need some sleep."

"Open the door, Nicholas."

"Philip, please - "

"You sound just like the young men I talk to every day. You're
lying and you're hiding from me, Nicholas Stahl. Now please open
the door and we'll talk about what is bothering you."

Damn, sometimes Philip acted more like a shrink than a shrink
himself. Nicholas liked being with Philip a lot, but the man was
smothering him slowly with his constant display of affection and
his need for Nicholas to reciprocate his relentless amorous
advances. With a sigh, he got onto his feet and went to unlock the
door.

Philip had on a muscle tanktop and his usual running shorts that
didn't actually conceal anything as much as it flattered his
prominent cock bulge and muscular thighs. And being Philip, he
waited until Nicholas opened the door to put the tanktop on.
Nicholas had to bit his lower lip to stop himself from ripping
that tanktop with his own fingers and ran his tongue along the
contours of that magnificent torso and bit on a nipple until it
bled and Philip cried out his delight. Philip liked his sex a
little rough and Nicholas was learning fast that he had a sadistic
side that loved leaving a little trail of blood and soft velvet
bruises on Philip's body the way Philip taught him to in the last
two weeks. They hadn't progressed to adding toys to their
repertoire yet, but Nicholas knew that Philip had a small stash of
bondage and leather porn magazines kept away in a locked drawer.
The thought of being tied up into helpless submissiveness by
Philip sent more chilling thrills up his spine than he'd expect.

Philip could see the pooling desire in Nicholas' eyes and his kiss
captured Nicholas' mouth before the man could do anything to stop
it. "Stop it!" he managed to whisper in between Philip's hard and
hungry bruising kisses. "We need to talk, remember, Borgo?"

"Oh yeah, Mr Stahl, we'll talk," Philip answered back. He
reluctantly broke away his kiss and stood back to let Nicholas
walk away from him. His eyes were enjoying the sight of Nicholas'
buttcheeks swaying with each step the man took, and his insolent
grin when Nicholas turned to scowl at him was infectious. "Well,
what is it, Mr Stahl?" he asked in a more serious voice as he
watched Nicholas sit on the bed. "You have any problems with me?"

"Not sexually. I mean, I like sleeping with you and I also like
your company," Nicholas said, hoping his words were coming out
right. "I'm not used to going out and meeting all your friends and
dancing all night and it's driving me crazy. I want some time for
myself."

"Oh."

"Come on, you know this psychology shit. Surely you understand
that I need some quiet time of my own? You've been in my private
space every second in the twenty four hours a day and it's
overwhelming," Nicholas said.

"I know." Philip cursed softly under his breath. "It's just
that... Jesus H Christ, Stahl, you're like a drug. I cannot stop
thinking of how good it is to sink my cock into your hot tight
ass. Every day when I took the subway back here all I could think
of is getting home as soon as possible and fuck you until we are
both crazy with pleasure."

"Is that why you're fucking me non-stop? To drive me out of your
system?" Nicholas couldn't help but to ask.

"No, of course not. If I could drive you out of my system by
fucking you, I would have to go celibate and that would be a pity,
won't it, Mr Stahl?" Philip smiled, only half-teasing as he
reached out and tenderly rubbed the back of his hand against
Nicholas' cheek. "You don't have to change everything about you
for me. If you don't like partying, just say so. I won't hold you
against it."

"But I don't want you to go alone and realize what a boring guy I
am - "

"Why do you think so poorly of yourself?" Philip asked in slight
exasperation. "Do you think I'm some whacked-out dude? I'm not
unreasonable."

"No, you're not, I guess."

"Guess? I'm the real thing, asshole. Besides, parties aren't so
bad, right?" Philip asked. "That time when everyone was dancing
and I fucked you against the wall?"

"I'm still shocked that nobody caught us."

"So am I. I don't go around fucking people in public places, but
you were so hot dancing like that, teasing me by grinding your hot
little ass against my cock - "

"I only did what you told me to!" Nicholas protested weakly, his
voice unsteady as he remembered with rising heat how Philip had
pushed him against the wall and took him right there and then.
Philip had merely unzipped his pants while Nicholas pushed his
pants down to the middle of his thighs. He still couldn't
understand how they got away with it - there were people dancing
just a few feet away from them! But yeah, it was hot. Nicholas
wanted to do it again one day.

"You better finish the talk before I lose control," Philip said
huskily as he began walking in predatory steadiness towards the
bed. The thick fleshy shaft of his cock was like a hard iron poker
in his shorts and the wide blood-engorged tip poked out of the
opening on the left leg, dripping a steady thread of lubrication
that swayed with each step Philip took.

"I like being your gym buddy - "

"I love fucking you in the shower."

"I also love being your swim buddy."

"And yeah, fucking you in the pool hall shower - that's cool too."

"And running every evening with you is fine. I needed to get in
shape anyway."

"Fucking you in the alley after our evening run, against the wall,
yeah, I love that too."

"Damn it, Borgo, I'm trying to tell you that I like spending time
with you - "

"Me too. And if you want some quiet time, I'll give you some quiet
time. As long as you let me go out and meet the guys for some pool
game or dancing once in a while, that's fine with me. Now, about
fucking - "

Nicholas watched as Philip pulled his shorts down to reveal his
erection. His mouth was already watering with anticipation. "Is
everything to you is fucking?" he protested weakly.

"You still have anything you want us to say other than I promise
to respect your personal space, you are crazy about me, and I'm
just as crazy about you? No? Good, let's fuck."

"I'm not... wait, you're crazy about me?" Nicholas asked.

"Yeah. Crazy about you, crazy for your sweet little bubble butt,
crazy for your smart little mouth - " Philip rubbed the crown of
his cock against Nicholas' lips and moaned in approval and
pleasure as Nicholas began to lick at the delicious liquid pooling
at Philip's cock slit. "Keep this up, baby, and I'll give you a
reward."

How could Nicholas resist such inspiring encouragement? He gave
Philip a nice, long luscious suction that caused Philip's knees to
tremble and the man to place his hands on the bed to remain
standing. If Philip wanted great sex, Nicholas would be the man to
give it.




FOUR

"I'll get you for this!" Nicholas said with a laugh as he was
pushed onto the already wet and stained bed onto his stomach, his
hands securely handcuffed behind him. "Fuck you, Philip - ow!" he
cried when Philip smacked the man's buttocks hard. "I'll get you.
I'll take a whip to you - "

"I'll make sure I order one the next time I go shopping," Philip
remarked simply as he got down on his knees on the floor to part
Nicholas' buttock cheeks and study the man's semen-stained
asshole. "But now, I just want some dessert."

He buried his face in that wet crevice and let his tongue probe
deep into that well-fucked hole for a long and satisfying slurp.
He began licking and swallowing the delicious juices that resulted
from their fucking with relish, letting his tongue swirl around
and tease Nicholas until the man pushed his ass closer to Philip's
face and begged the man to eat him more. His tongue made sure that
he had cleaned Nicholas dry of any residues of their fucking as
well as of any of the man's delicious tangy ass juices. A thorough
man to the hilt, he used his hands to pry apart the pucker until
Nicholas mewed in protest and probed his tongue as deep as he
could go, lapping up and swallowing every drop he could suck dry
from Nicholas' ass. It was only then did he lift his stained and
wet face out from between Nicholas' trembling thighs and moved
over his lover's body, turning Nicholas' face towards his so that
they could share the taste of their recent fucks still lingering
in Philip's mouth between them. Nicholas made a hungry sound as he
tried to turn his head as much as he could to savor Philip's oral
offering. And then Philip was once more deep in Nicholas' ass as
their lips remained locked, only this time Nicholas almost fainted
from the pain-pleasure of his now dry ass being stretched to
breaking point by that thick cock.

Then Philip broke the kiss to lift Nicholas bodily off the bed to
sit on his cock. As Nicholas begin riding that thick cock, Philip
reached for the nipple clamps by their side and affixed them to
Nicholas' luscious erect buds. With each thrust, he tugged at the
chain affixed to the clamp, increasing Nicholas' pleasure with the
burn of pain when Philip abused his nipples. Then he was pouring
himself one last time into Nicholas before he collapsed onto the
man with an exhausted growl of pure male satisfaction.

Magnanimous in victory, he lazily uncuffed his lover and groaned
playfully when Nicholas sat on his face. Still, he was a man to
please his lovers as much as he could, and he started by giving
that ass one lazy lick with his tongue. He didn't dare try much of
his sexual fantasies on his lovers in the past, but Nicholas had
shown that he was lusty enough to keep up with Philip's wildest
fantasies. As Philip pleasured Nicholas with his skilled tongue,
he thought of some lingerie and toys he had always wanted to buy
and quickly made plans to purchase them the next time he went
online.

"That reminds me," Nicholas said in a sleepy voice as he rested
his cheek on Philip's shoulders. "Your rent is due."

Philip laughed. "Do I still need to pay rent? I should be charging
for my stud service." He sighed. "Do you still doubt me, Mr
Stahl?"

"I stopped being so afraid of getting hurt a long time ago,"
Nicholas told him. "That's the hardest thing for me to do.
Trusting you will be easy." He reached down and caress Philip's
cock. "You can pay me rent in other forms of payment."

"Oh?" Philip teased, thrusting his cock in the man's hands. "I can
do that. I can be your stud service - hell, I'll be everything you
will want in a man."

"I'll hold you to that," Nicholas murmured as he lifted his head
to look at Philip.

Philip smiled as he watched Nicholas' mouth began kissing his
stomach, that tongue teasing the groove of his corrugated stomach
in a trail of desire all the way down to his now erect cock. When
Nicholas took that cock in his mouth greedily, Philip rested his
head on his hands and decided that hell, yeah, this was the
fucking life indeed!
