THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB
Gabriel

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

Charles Hunter Ellis, former pilot with the American air force and
now a Fed-Ex pilot, had seen quite a few sights in his life.
Nothing had prepared him however for the sight of the statues
guarding the entrance of the ancient temple. He had had his share
of men, but he was impressed at the dimensions of the statue's
cock, but more bizarre was the fact that a huge, thick stone
python was slithering out of the statue's anus to coil around the
stone torso. The python was clearly nibbling on the statue's left
nipple, which explained the pained expression on the statue's
face.

For the hundredth time, he wished he hadn't let his friend
Sebastian Spence persuade him into performing this 'favor'. He was
a Fed-Ex pilot, not some Indiana Jones meet Top Gun sort of hero.
He never was - he was just a good pilot. Graduated top from his
aviation class, decorated for his stint at the Gulf and Somalia
war, and he saved the President from doing a JFK once. That didn't
mean he was cut out for searching the missing oceanographer and
marine biologist Gabriel Cade.

Gabriel was the estranged son of the wealthy oil tycoon Wade
Carlson Cade, Hunter hearing tales that the reason young Gabe no
longer stayed in touch with his family being the fact that Gabe
was a staunch environmentalist and his oil-drilling clan wasn't.
Gabe made his own way through college, never touching a cent of
his trust fund, and Hunter respected that. The world could use
another man with strong convictions, he always believed.

But family ties were stronger than any bond in the end, and Wade,
never hearing a word from Gabe for three months straight, had
asked Hunter to help him seek out Gabe, who was last heard
exploring the ruined temples of this Tiku-Hiva island. Hunter
could use the money Wade offered, so here he was. Still, that
didn't mean he was happy about having to fight off treasure
hunters and annoying smugglers while making his way here.

He grimaced at the stone statue and made his way past the temple
entrance. To his surprise, the temple corridor led him down a
deserted but still well preserved structure, only to find himself
standing at the brink of a waterfall, staring down at the
breathtaking cascade.

It was then he saw the man, and lust, pure lust, exploded in the
core of his very being.

Gabriel Cade was wearing only a pair of trunks, and his wiry,
compactly muscled body was exposed to the caress of the sun and
water cascading from the falls. Hunter lowered himself onto one
knee as he studied the man on the banks beneath him. Without
thinking, as his body burned with fever, he pulled his T-shirt off
so that the cool vapors of the moistened air could reduce his heat
to a more tolerable level. It didn't work, not when Gabe had those
large, luscious cherry-colored nipples standing erect and proud,
crowning those perfect pectorals, and not when the sexy, deep
pubis framed a washboard stomach of well-corrugated abs. The
trunks were wet, and Hunter could easily see the thick roll of
penile shaft carelessly tucked towards Gabe's left thigh.

He had never been this aroused before. When Gabe stretched, the
waistband of those almost transparent white trunks dipping low to
expose the start of a thatch of dark pubic fur, Hunter felt his
own cock poking out through the left leg of his shorts, the tip
throbbing in the cool air and dripping an inch of shiny thread of
lubrication pearls. He pulled at the fastenings of his shorts,
until he was totally naked. He still burned, and he knew the fire
could only be quenched when he plunged his painfully throbbing
cock in the fiery enclave between Gabe's well-muscled thighs.

His thigh happened to brush against his cock, and it was enough.
He felt his control snap, and he actually cried out as he fell
back on his arms and thrust his cock forward. A strong arc of hot
seminal fluid spurted forth from his cock, followed by another,
and another, until Hunter threw his head back and gritted his
teeth in pleasure. He let one hand close around his wildly
throbbing cock, rubbing that thickly veined shaft to stimulate his
balls to contract further and expel his churning semen. Only after
what seemed an eternity did he finally collapsed forward and
rested his heaving body on his palms and knees, staring down to
see the last drops of his ejaculate dripping onto the stony
ground.

He looked down, and saw Gabe staring back at him, the expression
of the latter one of shock. Hunter watched as Gabe touched his
face, where Hunter's semen had splattered all over him, and as
Hunter watched, he licked his fingers. That did it. Hunter growled
as all humanity in him snapped at the sight of Gabe licking
hungrily at his fingers, and began to give chase.



TWO

Gabriel Cade felt panic war with his desire as that primal,
savage, and magnificent man dropped on his all fours and leaped
down towards where Gabe was in one graceful, fluid bounder. He had
never felt so much desire threatening to combust in his body
before, and he had had a few sexual experiences with his fellow
researchers once in a blue moon. Gabe was always the shy,
introverted one who never attracted the attention of people, or
when he did, he shied away from explosive emotions like the one he
was feeling now. After all, strong passions weren't safe. They
made him lose control and open himself to hurt and pain.

Hence he was actually terrified of this magnificent man even as he
realized at once that this man was the embodiment of his ideals: a
man who looked and probably was one with nature, powerfully
muscled and as graceful as a panther. Here was Tarzan of
Greystroke, Indiana Jones, and Lord Jim all in one, and Gabe's
primal urges, those he never suspected he had, surged forth,
urging him to meet this magnificent specimen and mate with him the
way nature had decreed. Indeed, his own cock was threatening to
rip the fabric of his trunks apart, and he wanted so badly to
submit even as he wanted to flee.

And so he fled. "No!" he screamed when he felt the man's harsh and
warm breathing even as he heard him, and he fell when the man
tackled him, causing them to fall onto the hard rocky floor. Even
then, the man easily switched their positions so that he would be
the one bearing the brunt of the impact, and if the sharp rocks
tear into his back, he didn't seem to mind the pain.

His hands closed over Gabe's nipples and pinched cruelly, and Gabe
spread his thighs, straddling and grinding the aching heat between
his legs onto that man's prodigious erection. Then the man was
pushing Gabe's trunks down, and Gabe lifted himself until the man
had pushed the trunks low enough to expose Gabe's vulnerable anal
pucker, and then Gabe forced himself down, urged by the man's
hands now on his hips, and he screamed as that thick cock seemed
to tear him apart. His cry melded with the other man's triumphant
cry of victory and pleasure.

The man sat up, so that he could feast on each of Gabe's
sensitized nipples, and as they began bucking in the age old
rhythm of fuck thrusts, Gabe ran his hand down the other man's
back, felt the blood from the cuts made by the rocks, and moaned
as sparks of pleasure exploded from the base of his badly ravaged
prostate to every inch of his being. The man growled approvingly
as Gabe let his bloodstained fingers stain his nipples with the
man's blood, and the man actually licked at his own blood on those
crowning buds before kissing Gabe so that they shared his blood,
tasting its earthy essence on each other's tongues.

Their climax was earth shattering, and Gabe thought he would never
survive the tidal waves of orgasm that shuddered and wracked
through his very being. But as he lay there, dazed, and his
mysterious primal lover slowly sucked out the very juices he had
flooded into Gabe's insides, Gabe felt his own body relax even as
desire slowly rekindled. And just as they had shared blood, now
they kissed, and his lover's fertile male seed now was shared
between them.

Gaia, Gabe thought, as he drowned in the kiss. They had mated,
completed the cycle of life just as the ancient worshippers of
Gaia preordained. He had received blood and seed from this
magnificent warrior, and now, he was completely, irrevocably one
with life. And he thanked the fates for bringing him this man and
this state of bliss in the very core of his soul.



THREE

His name was Charles Hunter Ellis, Gabe learned of the other man,
and his friends called him Hunter. What an appropriate name, he
thought, as he watched the powerful muscles in Hunter's body
ripple fluidly under tanned, supple skin. Hunter smiled, tender
now that the most savage of his lust had been spent on Gabe's
willing body, and pressed a grape playfully to Gabe's lips.

Gabe chewed and swallowed it, and smiled nervously back at Hunter.
What would they do now, he wondered, but he dared not ask.

They had walked back to Gabe's camp before dawn, where Hunter had
taken over the cooking duties without even being asked and whipped
up a delicious meal using leftover tuna. Or maybe it was delicious
before they ended up eating off each other, Gabe actually
burrowing his tongue deep up a laughing Hunter's anus to lap up
and chew on his dessert.

They couldn't take their hands off each other. Even as they bathed
to clean up, they ended up toying and playing with each other
until it was Hunter who ended up bent over the wall and taking
Gabe's cock like a trooper.

Yet they managed to talk as they snuggled up under the sheets that
night.

"I'm not going back," Gabe told Hunter. "My research isn't done
yet."

"You could at least call your father," Hunter murmured, stroking
the back of the other man absently as he studied Gabe's face.

"How did you find me?" Gabe asked curiously. "I told Base not to
disclose my location to anyone."

"It's easy when you know where to look," Hunter told him rather
smugly. "I bashed a few skulls and discouraged some relic hunters
from pursuing you, but it's no big deal."

Hunter's large hands fascinated Gabe, and he tentatively licked
the man's right fingertips, drawing a hiss from Hunter. "I can
take care of myself," he told Hunter. "I've done this a long time
now."

"I know. You're the eccentric Gabe Cade, marine biologist, one of
the best in the business. What are you doing in that ruin?"

"Studying the statues," Gabe told him. "It's fascinating, the
temple to the old god of the volcano who was also the god of
homosexual lifestyle. Did you see that statue with the snake
coming out from - "

"Oh yeah," Hunter said. "It's quite bizarre."

"The snake is the incarnation of the god," said Gabe. "Legend said
he would take the form of a snake inhabiting the rectum of his
favored one, and he would slither out through the man's anus - the
rebirth of the god Huku-viva."

"It sounds freaky, but I like the idea," Hunter said, grinning as
he slowly pushed three of his fingers into Gabe's exposed anus.
Gabe winced, and Hunter paused. "Did I hurt you?" he asked.

"No, I'm just sore," Gabe told him. "How's your back?"

"Nothing a few long fucks can't heal," Hunter answered, and eased
his fingers slowly and deeper. "You like that?"

"Oh, yes, but I'm still not going back."

"Then I guess you'll just have to find someone else to fuck you,"
murmured Hunter as he began teasing Gabe, moving his fingers
slowly in and out until Gabe lifted his hips in response.

Gabe had to cry out in pleasure. "You can't just walk up here and
fuck me like this and then leave!"

"Yeah? Watch me." Hunter eased his body over Gabe's and Gabe
moaned when Hunter replaced his finger with his throbbing cock.
"Oh, you want this, baby."

"Yes, fuck me, damn you!" cried Gabriel as he lifted his legs
around Hunter's shoulders and hanged on for dear life.



Hunter watched, amused and fascinated, as Gabe swam around the
dolphins. Fucking hell, he thought, the dolphins actually liked
Gabe swimming around them and cooing and prodding them gently. He
was witnessing firsthand Gabe's reason for his success in his
field: the man seemed to be able to communicate with animals.
Hell, was that dolphin nudging playfully at Gabe with its snout?

Gabe laughed, and swam fluidly through the waters as if he was one
with the sea. He wore only his brief trunks that wrapped around
his taut buns like second skin, with a belt around the waist where
his small torch lamp and a small blade hanged from.

It wasn't just the dolphins. Birds flew close to their camp, and
Gabe fed them and let them use his shoulders as a perch. That man
seemed to have an affinity to animals, and watching Gabe, Hunter
was fascinated and enthralled.

"Lovely, aren't they?" Gabe called out to him as he waded towards
the shore.

Hunter decided to meet him halfway. "I swear you can actually talk
to them," he said.

Gabe just smiled, and it was a dazzling smile, Hunter noticed. He
noticed a new fascinating and attractive trait to this man every
single hour, it seemed. "I can deal with them much better than
humans, that's for sure," Gabe said almost shyly. He reached for
his notepad and began making notes. Hunter waited until he was
done, and then playfully grabbed for the man.

"Ever fucked underwater?" he asked with a leer.

"With no lubrication? Are you crazy?" Gabe said, laughing.

Still, in the end, he bent over the rocks in the knee-deep water
and Hunter fucked him from behind. It was a nice way to start the
afternoon.

In the end, Hunter decided to stay around until the end of the
month, where Gabe would wrap up his study of this colony of blue-
snout dolphins. From thereon, both had no idea what would happen
next, but they decided to enjoy the moment.



Gabe laughed as he watched Hunter tried to catch the wild hen for
their dinner and stumbled onto the grass. As was their norm, both
wore only their shorts in the heat, and Hunter's tan had taken a
darker shade of late. He shook his head as Hunter finally caught
that bird and hoisted it aloft like a victorious gladiator.

That man was magnificent and Gabe could never believe that he
would meet a man like Hunter. Hunter was an ideal mate when it
came to exploring and surviving the wilderness with, and deep down
Gabe harbored a wish that maybe Hunter would never leave. Having a
companion like Hunter in his lonely sojourns would make sense of
his loneliness.

He sat on a rock and sighed as melancholy overwhelmed him at that
moment. He loved living alone, exploring deep blue oceans that
were to him the most beautiful of all creation. Yet sometimes the
beauty could be cold and clinical, reminding him acutely of how
alone he always was. With Hunter, however, he sensed that here was
a man who would be the perfect mate. Hunter was tough, and most
importantly, Hunter thrived in an environment like this. How could
Gabe make the man see that they belonged together?

Hunter never said it loud, but Gabe guessed that Hunter wanted a
family and permanence. The man left the air force because he was
tired of being shot at, he told Gabe, and Gabe guessed that Hunter
actually was tired of flying. He wanted his feet planted steadily
on the ground, and he wanted normalcy, two things Gabe could never
give Hunter.

"Hey, you okay?" Hunter asked as he calmly wringed the chicken's
neck in preparation of skinning it.

That was Hunter: he also always seemed to be in tune with Gabe's
emotions.

Gabe should be thanking the fates that he found this incredible
man. Instead, he thought of the inevitable separation and felt
like bursting into tears. He smiled weakly instead. "Hunter," he
said, suddenly needing to feel the man's arms around him in a safe
embrace. He needed to be covered and taken so that he could
pretend that they would always be together, never to be apart
ever. "Please, Hunter, make love to me," he asked.

Hunter's face was solemn as he studied Gabe's mien. He knew. He
always knew. "Please come back to meet your father," he said,
letting his hands cup Gabe's face. "Let him pay me the ten grand
he promised me so that I can pay for my sister's surgery, and then
we can talk. I will need some time to sort out of my life, and we
may have to be apart from some time as I have to get my life in
order, but I'll come back, I promise."

"Hunter?" Gabe asked, disbelieving what he was hearing.

"Go back with me. I'll send you back here after that, if that's
what you want. But you must swear that you will always tell me
where you are, because I will come back to you as soon as I can."

"You want to be with me?" Gabe asked stupidly.

"Yeah," Hunter said softly. "Don't tell me you don't feel it,
Gabe. You and me, we're so perfect we fit together like nothing
else. I'm not too smart when it comes to animals, but I will learn
fast and I will be the best assistant you ever had."

Gabe laughed, sobbed, and buried his face in Hunter's shoulder.
"Oh damn, Hunter, but I - you have no idea how much I wanted you
to stay. Oh fuck!" He was crying, he realized. He didn't care.

Hunter only smiled, a smile of pure tenderness, and kissed softly
the curve of Gabe's neck as he held the man tight, as if he never
wanted to let go. And Gabe held on just as tightly until he
bruised Hunter's shoulders.

"I'll go back with you," he whispered into Hunter's ear.



Robert Charles Frisbee chuckled as he watched the man pacing the
harbor. "Relax, Cade," he said, "he'll be here soon."

In truth, he too was impatient. A biologist - a primatologist by
training - he had joined Gabe at this island the moment the
Tahitian government agreed to let the island remained an outpost
for study and research. There were many monkeys here, and Rob
loved monkeys. He was still bitter over the recent closure of his
previous outpost to make way for oil drilling, but he could at
least say that he had deported most of his monkey friends to safe
zoos and a center in Sabah before he left.

Here, he would start again.

"What is taking them so long?" Gabe asked.

"They'll come." Rob was also waiting for Brennan, his lover, to
join him here. Brennan had been in Washington the last month
lobbying for more ecological sound legislature, and Rob missed the
man dearly. But he was patient, or at least, he contained his
impatience better than Gabe.

They saw it and they heard it soon - the boat that would bring
their men to them. It was a pathetic display of affections, as
they were supposed to be macho men of nature and hardiness, but
the moment Charles Hunter Ellis stepped on the pier, Gabe ran up
to the man and threw himself at the man.

"Meet your new assistant," Hunter told Gabe before he was muffled
by Gabe's mouth. He slipped, and they both fell into the sea with
a splash.

"Jesus," Brennan Swain said, staring at the two of them. "Talk
about being overexcited."

Rob just placed his arms around Brennan's waist and inhaled the
other man's cologne. "Hmm, and I miss you too," he said.

Brennan reached down and squeezed Rob's hands reassuringly. "It's
good to be home, Rob. It's so fucking good to be home."
