THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB
Troy

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

One moment John Martin Willenborg was yelling out cusswords that
would horrify his mother who had taught him to behave, gripping
the sheets around him as his ass got the glorious pounding ever by
the well-endowed carpenter Nick Gonzalez. He was close to
experiencing a climax and was screaming for Nick to fuck him
harder. The next moment, there was a furious yell, some sounds of
fist slamming into flesh, and Nicky was pulled off him with a
shocking abruptness that had John momentarily disoriented. What
the fuck happened?

It was with some difficulty that his senses adjusted from sexual
urgency to lucidity, which was why when he managed to pull his
good friend Troy McClain off Nicky, poor Nicky was clutching his
bleeding nose with his hands. John tried to hold Troy but Troy
outweighed him by about hundred pounds, all of those extra weight
made up of pure solid muscles, and evermore, John was slick with
sweat from his fuck session with Nicky. It was hard to hold Troy
when his hands were slippery and John was still languid from the
two orgasms Nicky pounded in him in the last hour or so.

"I'll kill you!" Troy shouted in a fury that shocked John.

John had never seen Troy, the easy-going charming man from Boise,
so angry before and he didn't understand why. But when Troy made
one powerful lunge at Nicky, breaking free from John, John
muttered a brief apology - sorry, Troy, he had no choice - and
with all his might, delivered a punch into Troy's back. Troy
gasped and fell heavily onto Nick. He didn't move soon after.

"I guess those karate classes didn't go to waste," John told
himself dryly as he bent down to check on Troy.

Troy McClain and John knew each other for almost two years now.
Troy was an insurance salesman and real estate agent while John
had just recently graduated from Berkley and was using his
bullshit skills in his role as a marketing director for a
financial credit and investment company. They met when John and
some friends started a venture to buy and renovate apartments to
be resold for profit and John's hunt for viable commodities put
him in contact with Troy, acknowledged by many as one of the best
real estate agents in the country, if only because Troy could sell
anything and everything with his infectious smile and undeniable
charisma. If they hadn't been busy enough, John and Troy decided
to pool their money and start a charity project to solicit funds
for some of Troy's pet causes. To be honest, John didn't really
have much thought about charity but Troy was passionate about
helping the disabled, especially the deaf as Troy's sister was
deaf, and John, who had the money, was more than happy to use it
to put a smile on his friend's face.

Oh, alright, John had a crush on Troy. Who wouldn't? Troy was
adorable. He might not look like a male model (unlike John) but he
had enough charm and a grin which was still the sexiest in John's
opinion to draw people to him.

As a typical trust fund kid of a very rich family, John was more
familiar with insincere smiles and deceptively generous gestures
that came with high hidden costs. He'd played a few of such games
himself with people he wanted to sleep with or use for his own
gains, plying them with bullshit and turning on his charms and
confidence that came with the realization that he was a rich and
good-looking son of a bitch. John was confident because he knew he
was better than most people because he had model-like stunning
good looks and more money than the average Joe on the street. But
Troy, he came from a middle-class family and he still sent part of
his earnings home to his elderly mother. John couldn't understand
at first how Troy could come off as so sure of himself and so
content with his life. Unlike John, Troy seemed so sincere in
everything he said and did, and this refreshing honesty in the
man's personality drew John to him. As he knew more about Troy, he
got his crush under control. After all, there were always other
fish in the sea, like Nick the hot stud carpenter whom he had been
rendezvousing on the sly for hot sex.

After all, he'd never have Troy. The man was straight. Divorced,
still in good terms with his ex-wife, Troy had never shown any
inclination to swing John's way. If he had, wouldn't he want John?
John liked to believe that he wasn't an arrogant man, just an
honest man who knew how attractive he was. It was easy to maintain
a friendship with Troy on John's part because he had a strong
suspicion that sex with Troy could only be a bonus and not a
necessity when he already enjoyed the man's company so much. If he
wanted sex, he could always find someone to assuage his lust. He
doubted that he could find someone he genuinely liked to be with
that easily.

That was why, he supposed, he was angry with Troy as he watched
the man groan and stagger from the couch to his feet. It was an
hour or so after he had placated Nicky, cancelled the rest of his
appointments for the day, and with some effort took Troy back to
his apartment where he could yell at Troy in peace and to his
heart's content. He was angry because he had deliberately kept
this lusty aspect of his personality from Troy, careful to make
himself as asexual as possible in Troy's eyes, because he knew
enough straight men that would freak if they knew that their gay
friend actually took dick in the mouth and up the ass. Most men
could accept him until they realized that "gay" wasn't just
restricted to being witty, cynical, and trendy like those guys on
TV, no, when they realized that John actually fucked men, they
would freak out. And here was Troy, having an eyeful of how John
enjoyed a well-hung man between his legs. Wouldn't Troy be
traumatized by the sight, he wondered sardonically?

"What the fuck are you doing?" he snarled at Troy. "I called to
cancel our lunch. Why the fucking hell were you doing, sneaking up
on me and Nicky? How the hell did you find me anyway? Are you
sneaking up on me?"

Troy only gave that sad puppy look at John. John often found that
look amusing and even adorable when Troy used it on hapless people
unable to say no to the insurance policy or house he was selling
them, but now he wasn't so sure anymore how he felt about it. Not
when Troy's eyes were stark and accusatory, condemning John. John
looked away, fearing to see unease or worse, disgust in those
beautiful dark green eyes that turned nearly blue when Troy was
laughing. He normally didn't give two fucks about what people
thought of him, but this was different. That man was Troy, a
friend, and John could count the number of people he considered a
true friend in one hand. This was Troy who cheered him up when he
was stuck at home with a broken leg; this was Troy who made John
believe that sometimes people could be honest and open without any
hidden motives - Troy who taught John in their two years of
friendship that there were people out there who were genuinely
kind and selfless, a lesson that John needed to learn because he
realized, only now, how he was slowly becoming a callous and
selfish bastard with the cynicism that was his religion until he
met Troy.

If he lost this friendship with Troy, he would lose a real, solid
part of himself that kept him sane all these years. He didn't know
how to deal with losing this part of him. He only knew that
without Troy, he would be lost like he was before he met the man.
His heart thundered violently and he almost reeled a few steps
back from the near-paralyzing agony that was that heart breaking
to pieces.

Then Troy was telling him that he was so sorry for what he did to
Nick. Troy was asking John in an urgent, even frantic voice, to
assure him that they were still friends, and John finally breathed
again. Shocked by how much he needed Troy, which he realized only
now, John could only embraced Troy, stifling his sob of relief
even as he reassured the man that everything was okay, and trying
to suppress the treacherous coil of desire that arise whenever
Troy and he touched.



TWO

"I hope you don't crash and burn from this, John," Bill Rancic
said as they took their seats at the cafeteria. "I once had an
affair with a married man. He kept insisting that he was straight
even as he kept sleeping with me behind his wife's back. I was so
in love with him that I kept taking him back. I believed that he
would leave her for me, can you believe that? Of course he
eventually decided that he was really, really straight, dumped me,
and traded me for another gullible fool he would sleep with before
going back into the closet." He shuddered. "The world is filled
with such men. I say never again will I get involved with any of
them. Give me a proudly out and single gay man anytime."

"What's that have to do with me?" John asked reasonably. "I'm not
sleeping with any self-proclaimed straight man."

"You are crazy about Troy. Everyone knows, John, they only have to
look at how you are when you are with Troy to know that," Bill
said bluntly. "And yes, everyone who knows you also knows about
that fight between Troy and Nick. You're lucky Katrina didn't fire
you for messing with one of our hired help. But besides that, it's
now obvious that you'll be in trouble with Troy."

"Why is that?" John asked despite his annoyance at what Bill was
telling him. He wouldn't tell Bill that he was nearly fired by
their boss Katrina and it was all he could do to plead for a
second chance. In the end, she relented but John's continual
employment with VersaCorp came with many stringent conditions. It
wasn't a straight victory of John's legendary charm over Katrina's
equally legendary ice queen reputation like many, such as his
colleague and friend Bill, believed.

"Straight men could be weird from my experience," Bill said. "If
they were tolerant enough to befriend a gay man, sometimes they
would find themselves curious with the lifestyle. If Troy still
wants to be friends with you after catching you in a graphic sex
act, there is a chance that he would be curious enough to want to
sleep with you. That doesn't mean he would be yours. I'm saying
this because it's obvious you're crazy about him and you may make
justifications to yourself to sleep with him. You'll be hurt when
he goes back to his old ways, John. They always do."

"Hey, you forget who you are talking to," John said with a
confidence he didn't feel. "I don't do love, remember?"

"That's because you are holding out for Troy," Bill said sadly.
"But I can be wrong, John. He can be just a great straight friend
who accepts you for what you are and you two will laugh over the
disastrous afternoon. But I just want you to be careful just in
case."

John shook his head, wanting to believe that Bill was wrong. It
was just luck that Troy was driving to this house he was planning
to introduce to some prospective clients when he passed the very
house John and Nick were fucking like rabbits in and noticed
John's car parked outside. Troy was just angry because John lied
to him about having an important client meeting when he cancelled
their lunch. Troy, after all, placed a great value on honesty.
There was nothing about jealousy in Troy's actions like Bill
hinted at.

"Well, I'll be careful," he reassured Bill. "I'm a pro when it
comes to playing the field, Bill, remember?"

"Are you guys talking about rugby?" Troy asked as he walked up to
the table. He was invited, of course, as John always had Troy
along for his social gatherings. In this case, Bill and John had
been expecting Troy who was now taking the empty seat at the table
that was reserved just for him.

John, who played rugby in college and still did, merely shrugged
at Troy and smiled as Bill smoothly changed the subject to the
recent developments in Wall Street.

Troy found himself barely paying attention to Bill and John.
Instead, he couldn't help being fascinated by John's lips as the
man talked, laughed, and smiled. A part of him realized that he
should probably be shocked that he was looking at another man's
lips but he was far from shocked or disgusted. He was actually
enjoying the sight. John had beautiful lips. John was a beautiful
man. Of course, that last observation was a given - anyone who
wasn't blind would acknowledge that John was so fucking beautiful.

Yes, John was beautiful. Troy often thought of John as beautiful
in a platonic, non-sexual manner until the day when he saw John
arching his back like a beast in heat on that bed, begging for
that man to fuck him harder. The beast that took over Troy was
something Troy wasn't able to define clearly then - he was seized
with fury that someone dared to defile John in such a lewd manner.
Oh, he knew that John had many boyfriends, but seeing John in such
an intimate act with one of them was a different matter entirely.
It changed what John was in Troy's eyes. It turned John into a
different kind of person, someone Troy couldn't relate to on a
sexual level, someone. exciting and fascinating.

He rented a gay adult film at the earliest opportunity and watched
as the actors sucked and fucked each other on screen. He wasn't as
disgusted as he half expected to be. In fact, he was only unnerved
that such sexual activity actually existed and he didn't know how
to take that realization in. He had been with women all his life
and that was the kind of sex he was familiar and comfortable with.
He knew a woman's body and how to arouse her as well as to
pleasure her with his body. He never considered that a man would
receive so much pleasure from having another man as well. He was
tempted to dismiss the video he saw as fantasy if he hadn't seen
John in undeniable pleasure under the furiously thrusting man.

He didn't have an erection when he watched the video, but he had a
raging hard-on when he awoke in cold sweat later that night from a
dream. Would John be flattered to know that Troy dreamed of being
the one thrusting his cock between John's legs? The idea of two
men fucking didn't excite Troy as much as the idea of Troy fucking
John did.

This was crazy, Troy tried to tell himself. He was straight. Only
last week he was fucking the shit out of that woman he picked up
from the bar. John was a friend to him. A very good friend, Troy
reiterated in a desperate attempt to make himself understand that
he must never ruin this friendship they had, a friend who helped
Troy in need when Troy needed someone to talk to, money to use, or
a shoulder to cry on. John's willingness to accept Troy when Troy
wasn't born rich like him, didn't attend college like John, and
wasn't as sophisticated as John was in manners and speech all made
Troy liked the man more. John was generous with his smile and
laughter and he made Troy laugh in a genuine way that few people
did. With other people, he laughed because he was happy. With
John, he laughed because he was at peace with himself and that
made him fucking deliriously happy. Because many people viewed
Troy as generous and helpful and Troy allowed them to take him for
granted when he had nothing to lose in such a case, Troy found it
at first a refreshing novelty and later a cherished trait of his
friend when John offered help as often as he asked for help from
Troy.

When John forwarded a loan without much questions to Troy when
Troy needed money badly after a recent venture fell through, Troy
was touched and nearly cried for the first time in life. Would
John believe that he was the first man to offer aid to Troy
without Troy having to beg for it? Maybe one day he would tell
John about how he got onto his knees and begged his grandfather to
lend him ten grand to start his first business venture. Troy never
took people for granted because he worked so damned fucking hard
to get where he was and so he had never met a privileged kid like
John who, paradoxically, offered Troy a friendship with no strings
attached. When he asked John once why the man would do that, John
merely told Troy that it was because Troy deserved such a
friendship from John. Maybe one day Troy would understand the
meaning of John's enigmatic words. But right now Troy understood
clearly how much John meant to him. With every easy way John
coaxed Troy into genuine laughter, with every moment when John
filled the cracks in Troy's soul with his presence and wit, Troy
knew with increasing clarity that he loved John as much as he
could ever love a friend.

Thinking of how much John meant to him should have cooled down
Troy's bewildering emotions regarding John, but to Troy's horror,
it only hardened his cock to the point where he had to clench his
thighs and pressed them against his cock to ease the throbbing
ache in his cock.

But it was when he had reached John's doorstep and watched as John
inserted his key into the slot, when he turned to leave for his
car after saying goodbye to John, when John cursed when the key
dropped from his hand, that Troy lost control of the improper lust
he was feeling all night for John. Troy bent down to pick it and
John's hand at the same time reached the key. John's hand fell
over Troy's, and the physical contact sent unbelievably hot flames
of lust to explode all over Troy's senses until he thought he
would die from the excruciating desire he was feeling.

"I want to fuck you," he said urgently, abandoning all tact in his
feverish need to have John. His hand tightened over John's in a
death grip.





THREE

John said no. The man said no. Troy could still hear the man's
rejection playing in his mind two weeks later as he watched, no,
glowered at John who was dancing with some stranger in the club.
John had deliberately avoided Troy all these weeks and Troy was in
hell. He missed John. He couldn't concentrate at work and he found
himself looking at every dark-haired man walking into his office,
only to bit back his growl of disappointment that they were not
John. He hadn't shaved in days and frankly, he looked like hell.
And it was all John's fault, he thought bitterly.

He walked into a gay bar two days ago when he couldn't stand his
confused feelings any more, let a guy picked him up, and planned
to have his first gay fuck. Hell, he didn't fight it anymore - if
he kept dreaming of fucking a guy and waking up with a hard-on so
hard that he could drive nails into the hardest wall with the head
of his cock, fine, he'd fuck a guy and be done with it. But he
couldn't even kiss that man without having to push him away and
trying not to throw up. It wasn't because he found the idea of
kissing a man repulsive - hell, he'd kissed John in every possible
manner in his dreams - but because the man wasn't John. He had an
erection when the man cupped his cock but he couldn't bring
himself to touch the man.

Gay or straight, he didn't know what he was anymore. He didn't
care anymore. These last few weeks were pure hell without John to
fill all the empty spaces in his heart and now, watching John
dance with another man, he felt more alive than he ever did in
those weeks. He burned with nearly uncontrollable jealousy even as
his body hummed with desire at the way John moved gracefully to
the music.

John would hate him for creating another scene but Troy didn't
know what else he could do. When that fucking man dancing with
John playfully cupped John's buttocks - his John - Troy's control
snapped. He stormed across the dance floor. When he tapped the
fucker's shoulders and the man turned, he raised a fist and
slammed it into the man's jaw.

"What the hell are you doing?" John asked desperately, trying to
pull himself free, when Troy forcefully dragged him by one hand to
the car park.

Troy just pushed John against the side of his car so that he could
look at John face to face. For a heartbeat, he drank in the sight
of John's beautiful face so close to his. He missed the man so
much, he couldn't stand it. So he kissed the man hard. He had
never kissed a man before but he knew how to kiss, so he allowed
his practiced lips worked their magic on John as his tongue coaxed
John to part his lips and let Troy in. John made a choked sound of
protest for a second before visibly relaxing and surrendering to
Troy. Troy wanted to howl in triumph as he hungrily pushed his
tongue into John's mouth to drown in the kiss. And John, damn the
man, kissed him back, the man skillfully teasing Troy's tongue and
lips and even gums until Troy felt that he was the one being
seduced here.

"I watched you go off with so many different men this week," Troy
said to John in a low accusatory whisper, his hurt palpable in
every word. "But you won't even answer my calls. Don't do this to
me again."

"They mean nothing. I wanted to forget you by fucking as many men
as I could," John admitted, "but they don't work."

Troy wanted to hunt down those men and kill them with his bare
hands. He wanted to make John understand that they didn't need
other people, the both of them, because they had each other. "You
will sleep with any man who will let you have them," he told John.
"Why not sleep with me?" he asked, pleaded even.

"Because you are my friend and you are not gay," explained John as
he tried to pull out of Troy's embrace. Of course, Troy wouldn't
let him. "You'll fuck me out of curiosity and then you'll want us
to remain friends. I can't take that. You mean so much to me and
if we become lovers and then we break up. I won't take that risk,
Troy."

"I love you, John. No, listen to me, John. Yes, I love you as a
friend, but I think I love you more than that as well. Damn it,
John, it's like a blocked part of my mind has been opened once I
know what you liked doing with men. I don't know a thing about
what being gay is until I know you, and even then, I'm not really
sure what it is you like to do with guys, you know what I'm
saying? I see you as a friend and I'm happy with that because I
don't know how we can be in a better relationship. And then I saw
you with that creep and I couldn't stand it, John, because you
were coming under him and not me. Do you get it, John? I didn't
know then but I know now. I want us to be friends. I want to make
you come too. This isn't just about me being curious. This is
real. You and me, John, this is real. If I mean as much to you as
you say I do, please, give me a chance. I swear I will do my god
damned best to make you as happy as you make me."

John could only look at Troy with bright, hopeful eyes. He had no
answer that he could give with words, so he pulled Troy down for a
kiss, this time for real. His hands explored Troy's hard muscled
body - such a real, solid presence, he thought in a daze - and
they were still worshipping Troy's body when Troy lay him down on
the bed in Troy's apartment and plunged his cock through the thick
muscled ring guarding the entrance to John's anus. Troy was
undeterred by the fact that he had just penetrated his first male
ass as his hips moved into a smooth, polished urgent rhythm that
had driven many lovers into wild intoxicated bliss, and from the
way John arched his back and clawed at Troy's back, John was only
know realizing what a skilful lover his best friend was. John
lifted his muscular thighs and Troy kissed the back of John's
knee, one by one, as he thrust his thick, swollen cock in lusty
urgency into the man. They both came nearly at the same time. John
screamed as his semen exploded from his cock - which had remained
amazingly hard throughout Troy's fucking his ass - and splattered
all over his chest and up to his face. And then Troy came, his hot
molten juices flooding John's insides as Troy groaned brokenly and
thrust even wilder into John. He groaned when John pushed Troy
onto the man's back and proceeded to demonstrate to Troy how well
John knew to coax pleasures Troy wasn't even aware of from Troy's
body.

Troy watched, his heart bursting with contentment and joy and even
triumph, as John threw his head back and came in his latest
violent climax after riding Troy's cock and milking it of every
drop that was now being spurted forcefully from Troy into John's
deepest core. Here he was, his cock in the ass of the man he
loved, the taste of their mingled juices still fresh in his mouth
(the taste wasn't bad, he decided, kinda interesting), John then
collapsing in his arms a thoroughly sated man, and they sharing a
deep - if slower - kiss as they lay together in shared bliss.
feeling complete and at peace with himself, Troy couldn't think of
a better place that he'd rather be, here with John, always with
John. His cock giving one last throb in the velvet clasp of John's
snug anus, he tightened his arms around John as the man snuggled
closer to him, and sleep finally claimed the both of them.
