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   Author's Note: The Gold Club is the first book of the Gold Club Series.
Book One deals with discovery of sex by two boys, Tom and Carl, who by the
time they reach high school, have been recruited into the bisexual,
anything goes, Gold Club.



   THE GOLD CLUB by Art Martin

   CHAPTER 1 THE GLINT OF GOLD (bb, mast)

   Tom was sitting on the patio, legs propped up on a stool, taking in the
warmth of the late spring sun.  He was shirtless and shoeless, wearing only
cutoff jeans and a gold ankle bracelet.  His blond hair was cropped close.
He was tall and muscular, with just a hint of a beard.

   He was good at sports.  Over the past two years he had played several
different positions for his Rockford High School Freshman and JV football
teams and was the first string catcher for the JV baseball team.  He was
looking forward to playing varsity ball these next two years when school
let in again in August.  He was hoping to win a football or baseball
scholarship to State University.

   As he sat he studied his ankle bracelet.  He liked the gold bracelet. 
He really liked it.  So much so, the only time he took it off was when he
was playing sports.  It was a simple gold chain.  He admired how it draped
around his right ankle.  He was intrigued with the patterns made when the
sun glinted off the links.  Watching the subtle changes in the pattern of
reflected light, he thought about the time two years ago when he was given
the bracelet.  His breathing became more rapid and shallower as he became
aware of his growing hard on.

   "Shit!" he muttered as he stood to break the reverie.  Tom walked inside
to the kitchen and got a Coke from the refrigerator.

   "Tom!" his mother called.  "What time is your game tonight?  I need to
know what time to have supper on for you."

   "Oh, I need to be there at six-thirty, game's at seven."

   "Listen, honey, I can't stay but for a few innings, so catch a ride home
with Carl or his dad.  Your dad and I are going to a party tonight at the
Wilson's."

   "Okay, Mom."

   Laura couldn't help but notice the large bulge in Tom's cutoffs.  'My,
my,' she thought.  'What a man he's becoming.  He's hung better than Sam.
Wonder what or who he's thinking about?'

   Tom swigged his Coke.  "Well if ya'll are going to the Wilson's, you
won't be home until late.  Is it okay if I stay at Carl's tonight?  We have
practice at eight tomorrow morning, and I don't think you will want to get
up that early to take me."

   "I don't mind getting up early for you dear, but if it's alright with
Carl's dad, it's alright with me."

   "Oh, it shouldn't be a problem."

   Carl was Tom's best friend.  Carl was a little shorter than Tom but with
a stockier build.  He had thick brown hair and blue eyes.

   They had first become good buddies when they were both in the fourth
grade.  Carl was eight months older than Tom.  They had played on the same
Little League baseball teams, soccer teams and football teams.  They often
stayed at each other's house and when they were younger they often had
backyard campouts.  Like Tom, Carl was an only child.  The two boys were
like brothers.

   Tom's parents had a very nice house now, but up until a year ago while
Tom and Carl were growing up, Tom's parents owned a very modest ranch-style
house.  There was plenty of room for three people, but nothing
extraordinary.  His bedroom was fairly small, with two twin beds, a
chest-of-drawers, and a study desk.  When Carl came over on a Friday or
Saturday night, Tom's mom would fix a big meal or Tom's dad would take them
somewhere like Pizza Palace or Putt-Putt, or sometimes take them to a
professional baseball game.  If they didn't have practice or a game the
next day, Tom's dad would often take them bass fishing, weather permitting.
Carl enjoyed the attention Tom's parents would lavish on them.

   But Tom liked it best when they stayed at Carl's house.  Carl's house
was a very large two-story.  Upstairs there were two enormous bedrooms that
shared a bath and an open balcony overlooking the Great Room.  Carl's room
was upstairs.  The other room was a guest room.  In addition to the privacy
of the upstairs, Tom liked the layout of Carl's room.  Along one wall was a
long hobby bench, where the boys would spend hours building model airplanes
and cars.  On the opposite side of the room was a study desk and dresser.
An in the middle was a king-size bed which made for a great trampoline. 
Carl had a stereo system, his own computer, a 52" TV with his own VCR and
lots of video games.

   Like the upstairs bedrooms, the bathroom was quite large.  The bath was
divided into three sections and served both Carl's bedroom and the upstairs
quest room.  It was a Jack and Jill arrangement on a grand scale.  Each
bedroom had it's own marble vanity and toilet facilities as well it's own
linen closet and enormous walk-in closet.  In the middle, was a shared
bath, with a large whirlpool bath large enough for several people.  There
was a very large walk-in shower with multiple showerheads.  The shower and
bath were set in a bump out, with a glass-brick wall.  The entire bath area
was tiled in a variety of marbles, the elegance of which was lost on the
boys.  The guest room doors were always locked as the guest area was off
limits to Carl.

   Downstairs the boys could swim in the pool, lounge in the hot tub, or go
into the Cabana and play ping pong or shoot billiards.  They could play in
the woods surrounding the house where they built a ramshackle tree house.
Carl's mom was very pretty and Tom enjoyed seeing her in a bikini. 
Sometimes they would sneak into the weight room, and try out the equipment.
All in all there was lots to do at Carl's.

   Everything seemed fine and wonderful until the boys started sixth grade,
then Carl's mom often seemed to be sick.  She never went upstairs.  Carl's
dad was an engineering consultant and he was often gone on the weekends. 
Even when he was home, he rarely went upstairs.  The only adult to
regularly come into Carl's room was Mildred, the maid early on Monday and
Thursday afternoons.  Usually the boys could count on being left alone when
they were at Carl's.  So long as they didn't make too much noise, Carl's
mom was content to let them be.

   It was mid-September and it was Carl's twelfth birthday.  There was a
big party earlier in the afternoon after the soccer game.  Mostly guys from
his team attended, but there were a few girls also.  Carl's was a great
place for a party.  The kids swam, played ping-pong, kicked soccer balls
around, and ran around in the woods where they played in the tree house, or
looked for animal tracks.  As the guests trickled away and went home,
Carl's mom invited Tom to stay overnight.

   "Oh, yes, Mrs.  Franks, but I've got to ask my mom."

   Sally replied, "I've already talked to her dear.  You can stay."

   The two excited boys ran off and played the rest of the afternoon.  At
dusk, Carl's mom ordered a pepperoni pizza and after eating the boys went
upstairs to play video games.  Around 10:30 Carl's mother called up the
stairs "Carl!  Tom!  Turn off the TV and go to bed!"

   "Yes, Ma'am," answered Carl respectfully.  Carl dutifully turned off the
TV.

   Carl asked, "Did you bring your pajamas?"

   Tom hadn't thought of that and felt a little panicked.  He'd always
brought pajamas to sleep in before.  "I forgot my pajamas!  I didn't know I
was going to stay.  You know, at home, I now usually just sleep in my
underwear.  Is that alright?"

   "Me too!  It's no problem.  Come on, I got to pee!"

   The two boys went to the bathroom.  Carl stripped to his skivvies and
Tom followed suit.  They gathered around the toilet and urinated together.
Laughing they played "sword fight" with their streams of piss.  When they
were nearly done, Tom playfully pushed Carl, causing Carl to miss the John.
To hoots and hollers, Carl chased Tom back into the bedroom, tackling him
just as they reached the bed.  They wrestled about on the big bed having a
grand time.  Tom accidentally pulled Carl's underwear partway down his ass.
Carl hollered and then tried to do the same to Tom, finally managing to
pull Tom's underwear down off his buttocks.

   Carl's mother then yelled up the stairs "Carl!!!  You two settle down
right now and be quiet!"

   "Yes, Ma'am!" answered Carl and the boys settled down with muted
giggles. Tom started up again, tugging at Carl's shorts.  "Shhhhhh!  We got
to be quiet or we'll get in trouble!" Carl then got up, walked over, and
quietly closed the door.  When he got back to the bed he noticed that Tom's
drawers were still part way down off his ass.

   A mischievous grin spread across Carl's face as he softly asked, "Tom,
do you want to sleep naked tonight?"

   The thought of sleeping naked in the house with Carl's mom and dad
nearby, was dangerous yet deliciously naughty.  Tom replied, "What if your
mom or dad catches us?"

   "They won't.  Dad's gone and Mom can't get up the stairs.  Nobody knows
it, but I sleep naked all the time now.  We don't have to if you don't want
to.  How about it?"

   Tom thought for a moment and answered by pulling his shorts down to his
ankles and then off completely.  Then while Tom intently watched, Carl
slipped his down and off.  Carl had just entered puberty, but Tom was some
months away from the hormonal change.  Carl had a small tuff of pubic hair
just starting to develop.  Tom's skin was still perfectly smooth and
hairless.

   It was not the first time that they had seen each other naked.  The tree
house was a great place to parade around nude, and they always found some
excuse to bare it all on the summer nights when they slept up in the trees.
One favorite game was playing Robinson Crusoe.  The tree house was very
secluded and they could run around the woods naked day or night and stalk
make-believe prey.  The game was naughty, but very exciting.  It was all
look, but no touch.  There were limits.

   Tonight the two boys eyed each other's nude bodies, little peckers
growing to full attention.  Carl was circumcised.  Tom admired the
beautiful shape of his friend's penis, and the newly developing pubic hair
was a source of fascination.  Tom was not circumcised, and Carl watched in
amazement as Tom's pecker head emerged from its foreskin sheath.

   One thing led to another and soon to muted giggles and snickers they
were playfully pinching ass and grabbing at the other's penis.  Their dicks
grew soft during the levity.  After several minutes of playful touching,
Tom reached out and gently squeezed Carl's penis.  The sensation was
electric and Carl froze, all except for his prick.  As Tom gently stroked
the slightly older boy's organ, Carl's dick came to an erection.  Tom was
enthralled with the feel of the hardening dick in his hand.  Carl then
reached out and found that his friend was already hard.  Tom closed his
eyes in rapture, overwhelmed by the lewd sensations.  For the first time,
they explored the other's penis, rubbing the underside, feeling the knob
head, encircling it with their fingers, and then down to explore each
other's nuts, feeling the balls roll around the sack, then back up to the
dick tip, and down again.  Their breathing was shallow and for a long time
neither said anything.

   Tom began to roll the head of Carl's dick between this thumb and
forefinger.  Carl's breathing got deeper and his body tensed.  After a few
minutes, he jerked forward in an orgasmic spasm.  Grimacing as if in pain,
Carl let out a loud moan as the delirious sensation shot through his body.
His muscles trembled and he shook from head to toe.  He came dry as his
immature nuts and prostate had not yet begun to produce semen.  Then he lay
perfectly still, seemingly unable to move a single muscle.

   "Carl, are you okay?"

   Carl didn't answer for a moment.  Tom thought something awful had
happened and was getting concerned.

   "Yeah, I'm okay.  That was great!  Better than when I beat off."

   "What do you mean?"

   "You never beat off before?"

   "No, I don't think so."

   "Well when you beat off your dick, you get this kind of tingling
feeling, except its really strong.  It's the best feeling in the world! 
That time was the best ever, I even saw lights it felt so good."

   Tom still didn't understand what had happened to his friend.

   "Here Tom, lie back and relax.  I'll beat you off."

   Tom did as he was told.  Carl gripped Tom's dick just below the head,
fingers along the underside and began to slowly and rhythmically stroke up
and down.  Tom couldn't believe the growing sensations.  He began to squirm
and Carl picked up the pace.  The rapid stroking and pulling on his dick
head was having its effect.  The climax took him by complete surprise, and
like a breaking wave, it hit him hard.  The new sensation was so intense he
thought he was going to pass out.  When the feeling had passed, he felt
completely drained and stopped squirming on the bed.  Carl stopped his
manipulations and Tom's dick went limp.

   "How'd you like it?"

   "Geezum!" It was all Tom could manage to say.

   It was getting late and the two exhausted boys quickly fell asleep,
sleeping the deep slumber that comes after sexual release.

   Next morning Carl's telephone rang and woke the boys up.  It was Tom's
mother.  She would pick them up in a half hour for their morning soccer
game.  The two naked boys looked at each other and smiled, both eager for a
repeat of last night as soon as possible.  They got dressed and went
downstairs and had a breakfast of cold cereal.  Soon they heard the honking
horn.  Carl's mom was still asleep when they left.

   The following Friday, Carl stayed at Tom's.  Tom's mom prepared
meatballs and spaghetti for supper.  Carl enjoyed the taste of real food
for a change, as he usually only got fast food for his supper.  He was
therefore somewhat uncomfortable sitting at the table with Tom's parents.
Laura and Sam Sidor were warm-hearted people.  Both were skilled
conversationalists and they insisted on traditional sit-down family meals,
where the events of the day were discussed in detail.  During dinner TV was
strictly taboo, the inane drone being a distraction to family
communications.  Laura and Sam skillfully brought Carl into the
conversation and soon he was as relaxed as Tom was.

   After dinner, Tom cleared the table.  Carl just kind of watched, not
knowing what to do.  When the table was clear and the kitchen was clean,
Tom's dad took them to the SuperSport store.  Tom had outgrown his soccer
shoes in what seemed like just a few weeks, and needed a new pair.  After
shopping they stopped at the Dairy Dream for a hot fudge sundae, and then
went home.

   When they got back to Tom's, they watched TV for a while in the family
room with Tom's parents.  Soon it was getting late and Laura announced,
"Okay guys, time for bed!  It's getting late and you have a game tomorrow.
You need to get a good night's sleep tonight if you want to play well. 
Last week you two were dragging around because you didn't get enough
sleep."

   The two boys got up without protest and hurried off to Tom's room where
they quickly got undressed for bed.  When they were down to their briefs,
Carl stood next to Tom and hooked his index finger in the elastic band of
Tom's shorts and gently tugged down on them.  Tom's mom abruptly entered
the room without announcement.  Carl quickly retracted his finger.

   "You forgot to brush your teeth," Laura said.  "Now go on, you don't
want you teeth to rot.  Do you?"

   Tom and Carl padded off down the hall to the bathroom to brush their
teeth.  "I didn't bring my toothbrush," complained Carl.

   "That's okay honey," said Laura.  "Here is a new one you can have."

   "Thanks, Mrs.  Sidor."

   "Now get in your pajamas."

   "I'm sorry, Mrs.  Sidor, but I forgot my pajamas too."

   "Well, then you can borrow some from Tom."

   "Aw, Mom!  You know I don't sleep in pajamas anymore and neither does
Carl.  They're too hot and they get all twisted up!"

   Laura thought for a moment and knew that a childhood era had passed. 
"Very well then."

   The two brushed their teeth and headed back to Tom's bedroom.  Now Tom's
dad enters unannounced, "Better leave the door open guys."

   After the close call with Tom's mom and the need to keep the door open,
Tom and Carl decided it was just to risky to fool around and the two boys
each climbed into his own twin bed.  They talked in low voices for a while
sure that no one could hear them.

   "Okay guys, that's enough!  Knock it off and go to sleep!" commanded
Tom's dad.  They both knew without a doubt that it was best to just to shut
up and go to sleep.

   After the game the next day Carl asked Tom if he wanted to come over and
spend the night at his house.  "You bet I do!  But I've got to ask my mom."


   Laura considered the boys' request.  "Well Tommy, I've got to call and
ask Carl's mom if it's alright.  According to what Carl said last night,
she's not in very good health and I wouldn't want to burden her.  If you
want, Carl can stay over again tonight at our house."

   That's not exactly what Tom or Carl had in mind.  "Oh, I'm sure it will
be alright," piped in Carl.

   "Nevertheless, I need to call and make sure".  Laura reached in her
purse and pulled out her cell phone.  "What's your number?"

   Laura called Carl's mom Sally.  They had a long conversation where Sally
expressed regret of no longer being able to go to Carl's games.  The
birthday party last Saturday was exhausting even though Mildred took care
of almost everything.  Sally was undergoing chemotherapy and she just
couldn't do much of anything.  But Sally insisted that Tom come over.  Even
though her activities were very restricted, she enjoyed seeing her son
having a good time with his friends.  She could just order a pizza or
something, and the boys could swim or do whatever.  They wouldn't be any
problem at all.  Laura said she would feed them supper first and then drop
them off.

   Laura dropped the boys off around six and then went home to get dressed
for her "date" with Sam.  She and Sam decided to take advantage of being
alone and planned a night out.  She hoped making love was included in Sam's
plan, and she picked out a low cut and slinky dress to encourage him.

   The boys ran into the house and upstairs to change into their bathing
suits, and then charged back downstairs to be the first in the pool.  They
had a great time, splashing, dunking, racing, and just floating around. 
They swim for a couple of hours, occasionally sneaking in a dick squeeze
here or there.  When it was dark, Sally brought out root beer floats and
cookies.  Exhausted, she excused herself and went to bed.  The boys got out
and feasted on the snack while they drip-dried.

   "What do you want to do now?" asked Carl.

   "I dunno."

   "You want to go to my room and play?"

   "Yeah."

   The two got up and went upstairs.  "What do you want to play?"

   "I dunno."

   "Wanna wrestle?"

   "Yeah!"

   The two started wrestling and soon the swim trunks were being pulled
down and then altogether off.  The wrestling gave way to mutual
exploration. Their enjoyment of each other lasted until they fell asleep in
the wee hours of the morning.  Thus began a pattern that was followed week
after week.



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