THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB
Reichen

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

Reichen Leimkuhl was having a pleasant dream of sun, sand, and
three gorgeous hunks massaging his pecs and feet when he was
awaken by a loud crash of someone falling onto the floor. He
groaned softly as his muscles protested when he moved. Sleeping on
a couch was a bitch now that he had left the air force and gotten
used to softer living. "Give me a minute," he called out as he
tried to stifle a yawn.

He was sleeping in the office because the house he shared with his
buddy Charles "Hunter" Ellis was currently occupied by Hunter and
his boyfriend Gabriel Cade. When Gabe dropped by for a visit,
Reichen would bow out of the scene. It wasn't just out of
friendship - he still cringed at the memory of stumbling upon Gabe
and Hunter fucking like rabbits in heat on the dining table.
Reichen wasn't too much of a prude, but he ate his meals on that
table, for fuck's sake! It was better for everyone that he slept a
few nights in the office whenever Hunter and Gabe needed to
perform creative energetic couplings on every piece of furniture
in the house.

Hunter and Reichen started a private charter plane service a year
ago. Reichen had left the force only a few months before that, not
because he wanted to, but because it was becoming harder than ever
to keep pretending to be someone he wasn't. Unfortunately, while
he enjoyed being able to be gay and open about it once he'd left,
he missed the rigid discipline and drive that characterized his
life first as an army son, then a student in a military school,
and later a pilot. He wondered often whether the cost was too much
when his conservative parents and siblings began finding it
uncomfortable to share the same room with him. He began returning
home less and less for family gatherings, and he felt as if a part
of him had been forcefully ripped out of him. He loved his family.
When they began treating him like some freak, it hurt really
deeply.

He envied Hunter. Hunter, despite sharing long-ingrained military
roots with Reichen, was still in good terms with his family
because the Ellis clan was a more open-minded clan. Hunter also
found a boyfriend without seeming to try hard - Hunter always
seemed to have wonderful things in life without trying too hard
while Reichen found himself always having to struggle against
everything. Every choice in life offered to him seemed to be a
double-edged sword. He loved the army, he had to live a lie to be
in the army. He loved being openly gay, he missed keenly the rigid
routine that gave his life meaning. He loved his family, he had to
lie to them. He stopped lying, and he was losing them more and
more each day. If Hunter wasn't a good friend that made dumb bad
jokes and made Reichen laugh, Reichen wouldn't be alive today.
He'd have probably blown his brain out because he was always so
fucking lonely, it was driving him slowly mad.

No matter. Reichen tried to shake off his blues as he fastened his
jeans and tried to make himself presentable to the potential
client. Aw, fuck it, he decided finally and just dashed out of the
office. Maybe they should get one of those sweet old ladies to be
the receptionist. Hunter and Reichen were doing a lousy job at
customer relations.

"Hello, I'm Reichen," he said. Well, he did suck at making sales
pitch. "Can I help you?"

Not a customer, he decided, when he saw the silly fool staggering
to his feet. The man was trying to plug back the batteries that
must have fallen out of his portable CD player when he fell to the
floor.

"Here, let me," Reichen said as he took the batteries and the
player out of the man's hand.

"Oh, thanks!" the man said jovially and grinned as he looked
around the place. "Man, this place just looks perfect!"

Huh? Reichen looked around the place. This office was small and
cramped and resembled a bachelor's bad rather than a business
establishment. Another item on Reichen's to-do list was to get
that old lady who would play receptionist to find a decent
magazine, one of those design and landscape shit maybe, and go ask
someone to copy the design and remodel their office for them. The
men were great pilots but as Gabe always joked, they were lousy
sociable guys. But judging from this strange guy's delighted
smile, maybe the office looking like a stereotypical adventurous
hero's hangout (messy and littered with paraphernalia one might
consider exotic) wasn't such a bad idea, as long as they didn't
expect Hunter and Reichen to start wearing Indiana Jones outfit
next. "Thanks," he mumbled.

Then the stranger focused the full intensity of his boyish grin on
Reichen, and Reichen was stunned by how much he found himself
affected by the sight. The stranger had a cute boyish face and a
shaggy thatch of brown, almost black, hair to accentuate his
boyish appearance, but he would be pretty ordinary looking until
he smiled. His smile could light up every darkened corner in
Reichen's soul, Reichen thought absently even as he felt a smile
blossom on his lips in response. His soul seemed to be lighter
even as he looked at this man. Was it possible to be so moved by a
simple smile? Was it wise to want to be willingly chained to a man
he had just met for less than five minutes?

"It's wonderful! Just like a real adventurer's pad - you can't get
any more authentic than this. Anyway, my name is Chuck Shankles. "
He paused, and Reichen wondered whether he should have said
something in response. Chuck however moved in to fill the silence,
and Reichen had this impression that his not responding the way
Chuck expected him to had actually earn Chuck's approval.

How ridiculous was he to love the idea of being in Chuck's good
books? How crazy was it that he right now wanted so badly to
plunge his cock deep up Chuck? Reichen hadn't had sex in almost
five months now, and the last time he did fuck someone it was a
one-night stand and he was too drunk to appreciate the sex. He
could rationalize his desire for Chuck as a case of sexual
frustration, he guessed, but trying to make sense of why he wanted
to bask in the glow of Chuck's smile was more complicated.

Lost in his haze of appreciation, it took him a moment to realize
that Chuck had fallen silent. He followed Chuck's stunned gaze
down to his own groin, and was quite surprised to realize that his
jeans, barely fastened in the first place, had become undone. His
erection had forced the zipper wide open, and now it was throbbing
hard and proud, his flanged and moist tip pulsing towards Chuck.
Oops. Maybe he should apologize.

"Wow," Chuck said in a choked voice. "That's..."

"Huge?" Reichen offered helpfully.

"Impressive," Chuck said. He swallowed. The noticeable action only
made Reichen's cock throbbed harder in anticipation. "Can I suck
you off?"

Reichen blinked. "Uh, sure," he said. He tugged absently along his
cock shaft. "Let's go into my office."



Chuck Shankles was trying hard not to hyperventilate. It was so
good, he could only think as he gasped and panted while making
guttural sounds of pleasure that would shock anyone who knew him.
He raked his nails down the long tapered and muscular back of that
glorious and handsome Reichen as that man fucked him lustily on
the office couch.

"Reichen, Reichen, Reichen," he called out as he thought he would
die from the sheer ecstasy of it all. His ass was packed to the
fullest by Reichen's cock that was now thrusting into his
sensitized flesh like a powerful piston. He loved the feel of
strong muscles honed from hard physical labor as opposed to hours
at the gym, and he could listen to Reichen moan as he reached down
and playfully rubbed and squeezed Reichen's lust-inflamed
testicles. "If I knew fucking is this great, I'd have done it
years ago," he gasped.

"What?" Reichen exclaimed, but he never stopped in his fluid
fucking motions. "You're - "

Chuck nodded happily. "This is the first time."

Chuck never understood what it was with these guys and virgins,
but Reichen seemed even more aroused by the realization that he
was Chuck's first lover. Reichen moaned, maybe he was saying
something, but either way he only fucked Chuck harder and wilder
until Chuck experienced his first full blown-out orgasm that sent
his senses reeling. He felt Reichen's warm juices filling him,
completing Chuck's initiation into manhood, and held Reichen in
his arms as they both collapsed on the couch and tried to steady
themselves after their harsh and powerful climax.



TWO

"I need you to help me look for my missing colleagues," Chuck
said. "They are lost in the deep and dangerous mountains of
Naimjomu, and we must save them!"

Reichen scratched his head absently. Was this guy for real?
Naimjomu was like a kiddy's park since the Tauhoma government made
the area a nature reserve. Chuck probably read too much H Rider
Haggard and watched too many Indiana Jones movies. He pulled on a
clean T-shirt. "You know where they are?" he asked skeptically.

"Their last phone call to me was from Nauru Bantu."

"Not surprising. There are no phone lines up the mountains,"
Reichen said dryly.

"You're annoying when you're being patronizing," Chuck said,
playfully swatting his hand against Reichen's chest. "They last
called two weeks ago. I worry that they may be hurt."

Reichen caught Chuck's hand pressed it to his chest. "One of those
missing guys aren't your boyfriends, right?" he asked a little
jealously.

"Of course not," Chuck said. "If I have one, I wouldn't have slept
with you," he said. "Sebastian Spence is my favorite lecturer and
my hero and he - "

Reichen laughed. Now he knew Chuck was being too paranoid.
"Sebastian Spence will never get lost. He's a pro." He pulled
Chuck into his embrace and kissed the man's jaw line. He loved
touching Chuck. If he had his way, he would be inside Chuck
always, fucking until they both couldn't take it any more. "You
don't have a crush on him," he stated.

"He's my hero," Chuck said. "Maybe I have a little crush on him."

"Too bad you'll have to lose the crush. I'm your man now."

"Are you jealous?" Chuck asked. He played with Reichen's nose in a
teasing gesture.

"Yes, sir, I think I am," Reichen said in his best army personnel
tone. "It's not every day I get to make a man out of a virgin with
a really great smile."

"I have a great smile?" Chuck asked. He sounded surprised. Reichen
wondered whether Chuck had really seen himself in a mirror.
"Really?"

"I have a mirror here. Let's go look at it. You'll smile and I'll
point out how lovely you are," Reichen suggested.



"See? You're beautiful," Reichen whispered in his ears.

Really? All Chuck could see was a mildly well built (thanks to
months of working dedicatedly on the gym he had set up at his
place) but ordinary guy. He couldn't see himself as a stunning
guy, having lived his entire life as an ordinary and sickly guy
who couldn't even find courage to look into strangers' eyes when
he spoke to them. No, Reichen was the beautiful one. Reichen
wasn't that tall, probably five foot seven or eight to Chuck's six
foot one, but the golden-haired man was gorgeous. Reichen could
have been too gorgeous with his perfect sun-kissed good looks and
wiry work-honed physique, but there was nothing superficial or
shallow in Reichen's unexpectedly sad, sad eyes. There was
something hurting in Reichen, and Chuck wished he could ease the
man's hurt.

But Reichen was gorgeous. The arm clasped around Chuck's chest as
Reichen stood behind Chuck and whispered unpolished but endearing
endearments into Chuck's ear - that arm was strong and dusted with
fine gold furs that Chuck loved to run his fingers through.
Reichen's jaw, resting against Chuck's shoulder, was square and
firm, and those lips were sensual, thick, and nefariously skilled
whether in coaxing pleasure when they caressed Chuck's cock crown
or in whispering words that made Chuck shiver in delight. Those
fingers that teased and pinched Chuck's nipples were elegant,
long, and adept. The stomach that pressed against Chuck's back -
oh, that washboard stomach and the delicious tickling sensation of
Reichen's almost invisible fine chest and stomach fur against
Chuck's sensitized skin! And that cock, deceptively average-sized
when flaccid, now engorged into a spectacular monster that was
definitely anything but average: a thickly veined pillar of
unrestrained virility and pure masculine potency. Reichen's very
being hummed with devastating sex appeal. Chuck was still stunned
that a man like Reichen could lust after him.

Oh yes, Reichen wanted him, and it was evident in that thick
throbbing cock that Reichen rubbed along the valley between
Chuck's buttock cheeks. "No, Reichen," Chuck said unsteadily as he
burned so hot inside, he had to reach down and push two fingers of
his right hand, the index and the middle fingers, up into his
aching anal passage in a vain hope to sate the throbbing need in
him. "You are beautiful, not me," he told Reichen as he rested his
forehead against the mirror and rubbed his aching ass raw with his
fingers.

"You make me beautiful," Reichen said, and he said it so sincerely
in that heartfelt manner that Chuck felt like bursting into tears.
Reichen gently eased his own finger into Chuck's ass, deliberately
teasing Chuck and plunging deep each time Chuck withdrew his own
fingers so that Chuck's ass will always be packed. Chuck shouted
in pleasure as the indescribable sensations drove his cock to
explode his come onto the mirror, splattering on the reflection of
Chuck now being spread wide and Reichen replacing those fingers up
Chuck's ass with his throbbing cock.



Reichen never realized how much he looked like a stereotypical
rogue pilot until he caught Chuck's infatuated gaze and felt self-
conscious about his half-buttoned khaki shirt, shades, and worn-
out jeans. He didn't mind though - he would be anything Chuck
wanted him to be if that would mean Chuck being with him a little
longer. Yet, that might not be that long now, as he easily located
Sebastian Spence's campsite and landed his plane at a piece of
flat ground near the site.

"Hello there, Reichen," Bastian said as he and a few of his team
members walked up to receive them. He looked surprised to see the
man stumbling down the PA-18. "What are you doing here?"

"I... I thought..."

"He decided to drop by and give you a visit," Reichen said
smoothly. "You haven't contacted your friends back at the U and
they are concerned."

"Well, okay." Bastian gave Chuck a really odd glance that made
Reichen feel curious and protective of Chuck all at once. "Come
on, you two. We're just making dinner and you're invited to
share." To Chuck he asked, "We'll have to talk, Chuck."

"I know," Chuck said.

Reichen gave Chuck a questioning look, but Chuck refused to meet
his eye. Uh oh, trouble, he thought warily.



THREE

Sebastian and Reichen spent the afternoon working among the crew,
digging and straining their muscles until it was evening and the
bugs became too many and they decided to call it a day. Chuck was
around doing little things to help, mostly around the camp,
sulking that he wasn't allowed to play with the big boys.

"You really don't know who Chuck is," Bastian stated as they sat
down on the grass to rest a while.

"He said he was part of your dig, only he dealt with mostly the
clerical aspects."

"Not quite true. His parents were some of my most generous
patrons, and I made Chuck part of the team because I had no
choice. Chuck has always been a sickly kid. The first time I put
him to work, he had an asthma attack when he tried to lift a heavy
box. His mother died last year, and Chuck had this idea that now
he can do what he wants with the money he inherited."

"So he came all the way here?"

"He always wanted to do this. I would have made him part of my
team if he is a fitter man," Bastian said. "I'm surprised to see
him today though. He seems fitter than I've ever seen him."

"He spent months getting ready for this," Reichen said. "He just
didn't tell me that he wasn't entirely telling the truth about the
reason he wanted to be here."

"You're not mad at him, are you?" the other man asked. "Poor Chuck
has never really gotten a chance to grow up. His parents were so
overprotective. Sometimes I wondered if they even realized that
their son was no longer a kid. You going to take him back,
Reichen?"

"Okay if he asks me to," Reichen answered. "No, I'm not mad at
him, Bastian. He's taking life by the fucking horns and he came
all the way here to do what he wanted to do. It's an admirable
decision. I'll just have to take care of him and make sure he
doesn't get hurt too badly."

Bastian turned to look questioningly at Reichen. "Not you too,
Reichen."

"Oh, me too," Reichen said pleasantly. "Life seems more pleasant
with Chuck in it."

Bastian nodded and suggested they get back to the camp.



"What are you thinking?" Reichen asked as he sat down beside Chuck
that night.

Chuck tore his gaze from the starry night sky to smile at Reichen.
"Sorry I lied to you."

"I'll survive." Reichen smiled fondly at Chuck as the man leaned
against Reichen and rested his head on Reichen's upper arm.
"Lovely night," he offered.

"I've never seen the sky outside the city," Chuck told him. "I've
always wanted to see the world and do things. I want to help
Bastian uncover the lost temple of the kings, and after that I
want to see the pyramids and the Amazon rainforest."

"It'll be helpful if you know how to fly a plane."

"And who will teach me?" Chuck asked.

"Me," Reichen offered. "I am, after all, one of the best pilots
you will ever meet."

"And modest too," murmured Chuck.

Reichen grinned. "It is too easy to mistake confidence for
arrogance," he said with a dramatic mock sigh of despair.

"What do you and Hunter do, exactly? Fly people around?"

"We offer private planes available for charter service. Yeah, we
fly people around. It's not as exciting as it seems on TV - most
of our customers are rich tourists. It's not a life you want to
live, but since we're here, I can teach you how to fly. If you
want."

"Of course I want to learn," Chuck said.

Reichen let loose the breath he wasn't even aware he was holding.

"How did you and Hunter end up here in this place anyway?"

"Well," Reichen told him, "we were pilots. We don't really know
how to do anything else, although we're both very good in brawls
too. When Hunter left the force, he flew for a courier company.
Then he quitted to follow his boyfriend Gabe around, but he missed
flying so much, he decided to invest his savings, got some loans,
and started this company right here. I knew Hunter from our Top
Gun days, and soon after I left the force, I tracked him down and
asked if I could invest my money on his business and become his
partner. So that's how we end up here. There are always people
needing us to fly them safely into dangerous territories -
reporters, diplomats, and even a few Navy SEAL platoons who needed
us to show them around."

"And you said your life is boring?" Chuck exclaimed.

"Mostly we ferry Japanese and French tourists who just want to see
the island's rock structures. Sometimes we fly people to the
nearby South American continent or to the islands in the
Caribbean, but not always. Sometimes we spend days arguing over
how to balance our books because none of us is even halfway decent
as book keepers." Reichen couldn't resist playing with some loose
strands back from Chuck's unruly hair. "It's not a bad life at all
for someone who is starting out in his quest to become the new
Indiana Jones."

"From teaching me to fly to now offering me a position at your
company," Chuck said with a chuckle. "Will you propose to me next,
Reichen?"

"Will you marry me?" asked Reichen quietly.

"I've always wanted to hear someone ask me that. But Reichen,
we've only known each other for barely a week. How can you be
sure?" Chuck asked. "I want to say yes, Reichen, because you are
such an adorable man, but how can I be sure?"

"I guess I'll just have to save your lives a few times to prove my
worth."

"I'll stay with you, Reichen, but I won't marry you. Not until we
know each other better." Chuck rubbed the other man's biceps
consolingly. "Come on, don't look so sad. You can still sleep with
me."

Chuck laughed as Reichen made a playful growl and pounced on him.
They both rolled down the grassy slope until they landed on
flatter ground, Reichen pinning Chuck to the ground. Chuck
laughed, and Reichen joined him, until their laughter faded into a
pleasant murmur before Reichen kissed Chuck passionately. Chuck
lay his jacket on the ground, and Reichen lay him on it, still
kissing him as his fingers stripped Chuck bare and vulnerable
before him. Reichen took him gently that night under the stars and
moon, slowly coaxing the pleasure from their bodies with his
skilled mouth, hands, and cock until Chuck shuddered under him in
a magnificent climax. They crested together, making tonight
theirs, and they breathed together as they slept in each other's
arms for the rest of the night.

"I can wait," Reichen told Chuck before they drifted to sleep.
"You're worth the wait."



A playful soft nudge of a boot against Reichen's butt caused
Reichen to open one eye in annoyance. He looked right at the
grinning face of his friend Hunter. "Rise and shine, sweetheart,"
Hunter said loudly.

Chuck woke up with a gasp and blushed when he saw Hunter. Quickly
he grabbed his shirt to cover his crotch. "Uh... hi," he
stammered.

"Don't mind him," Reichen told Chuck, not minding his own nudity
as he stood up and scowled at Hunter. "What are you doing here,
Hunter? Who's minding our office?"

"Exactly the question I'm going to ask you," Hunter answered.
"Gabe left in Tuesday and I came to the office to learn that it
had been closed for almost a week. I find you playing with your
newfound friend at a dig site instead. What the hell is going on?"

"If you stop fucking your boyfriend and check the answering
machine, you'd have known that Chuck here is a client and I flew
him here to this dig site."

"No more answering machine," Hunter murmured. "Gabe and I sort of
broken it by accident."

"I can imagine," Reichen answered as he bent down to pick up his
jeans. As he pulled them on, he scowled at Hunter. "Tell me you
two stayed out of my bedroom. I don't mind you two violating the
sanctity of the dining table, but my bedroom is really private."

"Relax. We didn't touch your porn stash."

"What the fuck!"

"Hi, I'm Hunter," Hunter said to Chuck, who had now fully dressed
himself. "I'm Reichen's handsome and pleasant business partner. I
hope Reichen hadn't been too rough on you. He's still an
uncivilized brute at times."

"He's very nice to me," Chuck stumbled to say.

"Don't tease him," Reichen told Hunter. He pulled on his T-shirt.
"Come on Chuck, let's ignore this bastard and get back to camp."

"I hope you treat Chuck a little sweeter than this, Reichen,"
Hunter said pleasantly. "Compliments and flattery won't hurt."

Hunter laughed when Reichen cursed foully.



"You're looking great today," Reichen stammered later that
morning.

Chuck looked at Reichen in surprise. "Thanks."

"I can give you compliments and flattery," Reichen said. "I can be
sweet."

"You are sweet," Chuck reassured him. "Aren't you supposed to be
helping Bastian at the site?"

"You don't want me around?" Annoyance flashed in Reichen's eyes.

"I'm helping the cook fix lunch. If I get distracted everyone will
get annoyed." Chuck kissed Reichen briefly on the lips. "I'll save
you an extra helping. Run along now, honey."

"Careful, Chuck. You sound like you're married to me already. Will
you be nagging at me next?" Reichen asked as he walked up to Chuck
and placed his arms around the man's waist. Chuck made a strangled
laugh as Reichen nuzzled his ear. "Anyway, I'm flying down to the
Pearl Islands today to deliver some parcels there for a client.
Will you come with me?" he whispered. "I'll show you the scenery,
and I know a great waterfall where we can make love and then bathe
ourselves in."

"You always bring your boyfriends there?" Chuck asked a little
jealously.

"No. Do I look like a player to you, Chuck? My last steady
boyfriend didn't work because he lived in Tennessee and long-
distance relationship is a bitch. That was almost eight months
ago. There was only one one-night stand after him. I am twenty-
eight going twenty-nine this November and I've slept with only
three different men in my life, not counting you."

"But you - "

"I've had very good boyfriends who taught me all I need to know to
fuck you good," Reichen told him. "And you'll be the first to see
the things around this place that I can show you."

Chuck shivered in pleasure at those words. "Reichen, oh damn you.
You're making it hard for me to stay sensible," he complained half-
heartedly. "I'll come with you. I'll stay with you. I'll even
marry you if you teach me to fly and let me fly those planes too."

"You know I will let you do all that," Reichen just said.

And Chuck knew that Reichen would, damn that man. Even now, he
felt as if he was already flying when he was with Reichen. He
thought a relationship with Reichen might cripple his intentions
to live life, but now, he was slowly realizing that he might not
really live if Reichen wasn't there by his side, living this life
with him. "You're not playing fair," he finally said. "You're not
giving me a chance to say no." Reichen just held out his hand, an
unlikely romantic, and Chuck didn't hesitate to take it. Reichen
would take him flying. "I don't want to say no," he confessed.

They were running as they left the camp for the plane.
