THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB
Jaybur

Written by Lady Poetess
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Please do not reproduce on any website without permission. This
story has no resemblance to anyone dead or alive.

ONE

Jaybur Vockler was awakened from his peaceful sleep by a warm and
very talented mouth closing around his erection. "Not tonight," he
murmured, "I'm tired, Alex." He however lifted his hips and spread
them wider - he loved sex too much to turn down an opportunity to
fuck. If he could pull off his sheets off his nude body, he could
reach out and feel no solid body over his, much less the head that
was now sucking his cock like a pro. It was one of the unexpected
perks of staying at a haunted beach house.

He called the ghost Alex because it was a name suitable for both
male and female. Alex made its appearance felt the night Jay moved
in, the night when Jay slept on this brand new bed and ended up
having one of best fucks of his life. He thrust his now painfully
hard cock up that invisible but definitely warm and wet mouth,
opening his eyes and enjoying the sight of his hard cock pumping
into what seemed like thin air. Only when one looked closer would
one notice the skin of Jay's thickly veined cock stretched down
each time Jay lifted his hips. There was a slight darkened of the
luscious blood-filled cock crown where Jay felt a very real tongue
licked at it when Alex paused in its cock sucking.

"Enough," Jay said as he felt the seminal tubes in his testicles
and cock burned as his balls pooled his come in the urgent
anticipation of a powerful orgy of ejaculations. He moved himself
rather heavily to his knees, still sleepy, and then felt ghostly
hands around his cock. Jay easily moved into position, letting his
hips rest against invisible but definitely solid and plump
cushions of very male buttocks. Then Jay's cock was pushing its
way into and up a moist anus.

Jay shouted as his cock exploded, and he watched, fascinated
despite having seen it hundreds of times now, as his creamy come
spurted from his cock, splattering onto Alex's powerfully muscled
anus to delineate the shape of Alex's anus. His come sluiced down
Alex's thighs, creating a thin coating enough for Jay to make out
part of the ghost's thighs and a hint of low hanging balls. Jay
gripped Alex's thighs and thrust hard with each of his come-spurt,
enjoying the sight of his copious fluids gushing down Alex's anus
to pool at the top of his rectum, a bizarre suspension of semen in
thin air to any observer watching this bizarre fucking.

He fell onto the bed, exhausted. Usually he could go for as long
as his partner could take it, but he had been indulging in sexual
excesses for the last few days. He was already drained close to
the point of exhaustion and having to service a horny ghost
whenever he was at home was testing his body's limits to the
fullest. He groaned in protest when he felt Alex's mouth over his
cock again. But his cock hardened once more, the primitive urge to
fuck too powerful in him to resist. Jay sighed and smiled at Alex,
or rather, the sight of his cock bobbing as Alex moved hungrily
over that thick turgid shaft. It didn't take long this time. Jay
closed his eyes and sank his head heavily back onto his pillow as
his come now spurted and pool in Alex's oral cavity.

He watched as Alex made his way up his body. He could see the two
glistening pools of semen, one high up in Alex's translucent mouth
slowly flowing down Alex's throat, and another, larger pool in
Alex's rectum. Then Alex finally leaves him, his ethereal form
fading back to where he came from, leaving Jay's juices to spill
down onto Jay's face. It was Alex's faithful goodbye gesture for
Jay's services well done.

Jay licked at his face, using his hands to clean where his tongue
couldn't reach before licking his palms thoroughly. He was really
exhausted. This was turning out to be a fucking amazing vacation.



Jay woke up from the best night's sleep he'd ever had in a long
time, aroused from his sleep by the warm sunlight streaming
through the window onto his nude body. Three days into his
vacation and he was already feeling like his old self again. It
was tough getting away from the office but he was overdue for a
vacation. He had worked his ass off for his father these last few
years.

As he washed his face, he wished he had his friends here with him,
but damn those two fuckers Lane and Ian, they got boring and
decided to get hitched to one guy and settled down. Jay couldn't
understand the appeal of settling for one guy when he could have
anybody he wanted. He surveyed his face after he'd shaved - yes,
he was one gorgeous motherfucker. He flexed his arms. He had
neglected a few things these last few months, but he, the gym
freak that he was, had always kept his body in top physical shape.

Alex wanted a morning fuck, and Jay obliged, fucking Alex as Alex
was bent over the dining table. Pulling on a pair of skimpy light
blue bikini trunks, he slung a muscle tee-shirt over his bare
shoulder and left the beach house for a morning stroll down the
beach. If he was lucky today - and he had a feeling he would be -
he would beat yesterday's number of seven different people that
got fucked by the amazing Jaybur Robin Vockler. His cock was
already half-hard at the anticipation of sinking his cock into a
willing tight hole - any hole - in time to work up an appetite for
breakfast, stretching his already overlarge bulge in his swim
trunks further.

Jay's mood brightened tremendously when he heard his name being
called and turned to see the man calling him. He took off his
shades, smiling in genuine pleasure as he saw Kyle Lowder Carlson,
his friend Lane's twin brother, walking up to him.

Kyle and Lane weren't as close on one would expect them to be on
the account of Kyle more sober and studious personality, but they
were close enough for Lane to always return home to Memphis for
Thanksgiving with Kyle and the family. Jay was always invited, and
he was embarrassed that the only reason he intrude on the Carlson
family gatherings was because he had been wildly infatuated with
Kyle. It was crazy. Jay felt nothing but friendship towards Lane,
the kid he knew since they were in grade school, but with Kyle,
Jay was a goner.

Jay felt differently when he was with Kyle. His cock got hard,
that was a given, but at the same time, there were strange and
funny little aches in his chest whenever he looked at Kyle, spoke
to the man, or even when he was just being close to the man in the
same room. Watching now as Kyle walked towards him, that perfect
chest in full display, Jay really hurt. Kyle was wearing a loose
pair of shorts that reached below his knees, but the hint of a
bulge when those muscular legs moved tantalized and teased at
Jay's senses.

Somehow he managed to speak through the knot of lust in his
throat. "Kyle! Lane didn't tell me you're here."

"I never told him," Kyle said. "I need a break, so here I am. I
never expected to see you here. What's your place?"

"House Sixteen," Jay said. Come visit, he wanted to say, I'd treat
you so good you'd come screaming out my name. He held his tongue
however.

"I'm living next door. House Fourteen," Kyle said. "You know this
place better than me. I understand you and the gang used to come
here to screw and drink and smoke some joints every summer."

"Used to," Jay concurred. "Then your brother and Ian became
boring."

"Maybe you can show me around the fun places."

Jay's pulse throbbed at the suggestion. He could show Kyle a few
fun places alright. "No problem," he said carefully.

But his heart almost stopped when Kyle came up to him and placed
his palms over each of Jay's nipples and massaged the erect wine-
dark buds playfully. "Jay," Kyle said softly. "I'll take you up on
that." Then Kyle was walking away from Jay.

Kyle was not getting away so easy, Jay thought as his hand sneaked
out to grab hold of Kyle's shoulder. "Hold it there, buddy. What
was that all about?" he asked, his voice husky with desire that
was now choking him. His nipples ached from Kyle's touch while his
cock was so hard he was close to popping out of his trunks. "You
want me to fuck you, Kyle?" he demanded to know.



Kyle Lowder Carlson knew he shouldn't have teased Jay like that.
His survival instinct warned him not to initiate physical contact
with Jay, but his libido overrode his sensibility. He wanted Jay.
He had always wanted Jay, had wanted Jay for years since he
dropped by his twin brother's apartment four years ago and found
the then still single Lane and the always single Jay in the middle
of some buddy sex. Lane later told the embarrassed Jay that there
wasn't anything going on between Jay and Lane, just two buddies
getting hot while discussing their favorite topic - sex - and
deciding to get off with each other. Kyle believed Lane, even if
he assured Lane that he didn't care. He didn't care. Only,
whenever he met Jay after that incident, he remembered the sight
of Jay pounding his cock into Lane's mouth and found himself
envying his twin brother.

"If you wanted him," Lane teased, "why not just have him? Jay's
not that difficult to be had."

True. But Kyle wasn't like Lane. He didn't just have casual sex at
the drop of the hat. But he was determined to have fun this
vacation, and when he bumped into Jay, he thought he was so
fucking lucky. No one gave good vacation fuck than Jaybur Vockler,
stud extraordinaire who was the most notorious among the three
Fuckerteers (which was what Lane, Jay, and Ian called themselves,
a name Kyle always thought was stupid). Rumors told that it was
Jay, not his father, who knocked up Jay's stepmother, and there
were hushed rumors that the elder Vockler paid a tabloid a huge
amount of money not to publish some photos of the two Vockler
males fucking the beautiful supermodel Maria Gonzales on board
August Vockler's yacht a few months ago. Jay was so depraved that
Kyle couldn't ask for more in a casual fling that would never get
clingy or demanding. If Jay was a problem, all Kyle had to do was
to hint that he wanted commitment, and Jay would hightail out of
Kyle's life soon enough. Jay was easy and perfect.

It wasn't easy overcoming a lifetime of inhibition and belief that
he should be having sex only with a special person. But searching
for the special person had burned Kyle too many times, and now
that his latest ex had turned out to be a cheating scumbag, Kyle
was fed up with being nice. He wanted to be bad. He could give up
men, but he liked sex too much to consider the notion seriously.
This time, he decided that if men were all scumbags, hell, he'd
fuck them all and have a good time this time around rather than to
have his heart broken repeatedly.

"I..." he wanted to tell Jay something witty or smart. "Yeah," he
finally said. "I'd like to have a fling with you." He wanted to
wince at his own words. It sounded as if he was proposing a
business relationship. "I'm shy," he finally said. "I'm not good
at doing this."

Jay smiled - oh, what an irresistible smile. "Don't worry. I'm
good at doing... this." He snaked his arms around Kyle's waist,
and Kyle gasped as he felt Jay's tremendous erection pressed
against his. "We'll have a good time."

Kyle learned just how right Jay was an hour later when he bent
over behind a rock formation, protected from the view of other
beach goers, as Jay fucked him from behind. Kyle had never done
this before, getting fucked when people sunbathing just a few feet
away from him. Water still glistened from their bodies - they had
swam in the sea first and Jay had teased Kyle so badly, even once
actually diving under and pulling down Kyle's shorts to give
Kyle's cock a playful lick at the cock slit. They had stood, their
waist under the water level, and Kyle had kissed Jay even as their
hands roamed beneath the water level. Kyle marveled at the size of
Jay's cock, and while it was thick as he remembered it plunging
into Lane's mouth, he was amazed at the way Jay could be so huge
and hard in his hands. His shy and tentative caresses on that cock
was rewarded when Jay released a mighty load into the water,
causing creamy come to float up to the surface around them that
Kyle was sure anyone watching them would know what they had just
done. Hell, one look at Kyle's hotly blushing face and Jay's smirk
and they would have assumed that the cocky son of a bitch Jay had
conquered another willing victim.

Jay stretched Kyle so painfully wide that it felt as if it was a
baseball bat being shoved up his ass. His ass tightened around
Jay's cock, enveloping that muscular spear like a skin-tight
sheath that caused Jay to bite down onto Kyle's shoulder blade to
mask his groan of pleasure. Kyle could feel the veins of Jay's
cock imprinted on his anal muscular walls and the burn of his
sensitized anus as Jay's thick ridge scrapped against Kyle's
insides with each slow and deep thrust Jay made. His body shook as
indescribably powerful pleasures wracked him with each thrust Jay
made into his body. The pleasure pooled until Kyle felt his body
exploded into a powerful orgasm. He moaned brokenly, sobbing
softly, as his body convulsed in a splintering climax that seemed
to go on and on, barely aware of Jay's juices flooding his
insides, so lost was he in this mighty climax that he had to be
held in Jay's arms for support.




TWO

"It was good," Jay told Alex. Alex didn't pause in sucking Jay's
cock, but hell, Jay pretended that Alex could hear. After all the
servicing Jay gave the ghost, Alex should very least listen in
return. "Just like I always imagined. Of course, I always imagined
that it would be hotter if I get to fuck Lane and Kyle at the same
time, but I doubt that this particular fantasy will ever come
true. His Charlie wouldn't like it. I think Lane and Kyle will
beat me if I ask them to put on a twin sex show for me. I'll make
do with Kyle, which is good, because Kyle is better than any
stupid sex fantasy anyway - oh fuck!" Jay poured himself into
Alex's mouth. "Anyway, you know what I think? I'll get him to want
me so bad, he'll keep coming back for more. He and I will be a
couple. Yeah, that's a great idea." He really liked the idea of he
and Kyle being a couple. They could have sex often and maybe even
do some things he knew couples do, like maybe living together or
something. "What time is it?" He glanced at the clock. It was
almost seven. "Well, Alex," he said, standing up and giving his
cock a little tug, "I'm going out with Kyle and I probably won't
be back tonight. You'll have to find some ways to have fun
tonight."

He felt a playful shove against his chest and laughed as he fell
onto his ass on the floor. "Hey, I've an appointment with Kyle at
eight," he protested when he felt Alex moving over his still hard
cock. "Oh what the fuck," he murmured when Alex begin riding his
cock. "I can get ready at seven thirty."

He ended up knocking on Kyle's door at eight fifteen. Kyle met his
stammered apologies with a shrug and a grin, and Jay felt his
world glow upon receiving that grin. "You're overdressed," he
commented, his hand loosening the first few buttons on Kyle's
white, semi-tight fitting shirt. The shirt was almost transparent
- Jay could make out Kyle's dark nipples through the fabric as
well as Kyle's perfectly chiseled torso. On the other hand, Jay
didn't even bother. The club they were going to was pretty wild.
From his experiences, his shirt will be lost ten minutes into the
dancing so he just bothered with one of his favorite skimpy tight
shorts that ended barely an inch over his thigh.

Kyle was skeptical of Jay's comments about overdressing, but he
changed his tune soon enough when Jay brought him to the club.
Ganymede was especially crowded tonight with beautiful hard-
muscled men seeking no-string thrills of the night. "Wow," Kyle
said.

"Amazing, isn't it?" Jay shouted over the music.

"Give me ten minutes and my panic will subside."

Jay laughed and guided Kyle along the room. Kyle exclaimed in
surprise when hands touched him as they made their way. Jay held
him comfortingly as they pushed their way through the crowd. It
was wild alright. Jay's shorts were undone when they finally found
a spot of their own, and there was a long film of come dangling
from his cock, thanks to horny hands hungry of a piece of Jay.
Kyle yelped when several burly men gather around him. Jay watched
in amusement as they grabbed hold of Kyle and begin tearing at
Kyle's shirt. "Relax, Kyle," Jay said, really enjoying the view as
one man pulled Kyle's shirt off his shoulders while another man
was pulling down Kyle's jeans. The shirt and jeans soon went
flying across the room.

"Jay..." Kyle began to cry out in fear, but Jay only calmed him
with a reassuring kiss even as one of the men got down on his
knees and gulped down Kyle's cock down his throat. Kyle's fears
soon faded into a lusty moan as another man unzipped his jeans and
pushed his cock up Kyle's ass. Another man silenced Kyle by
feeding Kyle his cock, while Kyle took in eagerly.

Watching Kyle being serviced by hard-muscled hunks made Jay
unbelievably aroused. He grabbed a nearby dancer, didn't care to
even see who that man was, and pushed the man down to his
throbbing cock. He came hard in that mouth, and then, still
wanting more, he took the place of the man that had just came up
Kyle's ass. As he began fucking Kyle, he whispered into Kyle's
ears that the party had only just begun. Kyle, his mouth and ass
filled with delicious cocks, could only nod a little in perfect
agreement.



"Morning," Jay said when Kyle opened his eyes.

Their naked bodies were Jay's throbbing cock pleasantly filling
Kyle's bruised ass. Kyle let his right hand move down Jay's
muscular left arm, playfully kneading those powerful muscles as
Jay held Kyle closer to him while simultaneously penetrating Kyle
even deeper.

"You okay?" Jay asked.

Kyle nodded. "Just a little bruised in the ass."

Jay lifted Kyle to straddle him and his hands playfully kneaded
Kyle's nipples before gesturing at the bedside table. "Found some
milk in your fridge," he said. "I think you'll need it after your
huge dessert last night."

Kyle drank the milk gratefully, his parched throat welcoming the
moisture. "So last night wasn't some wild dream."

"Nope," Jay said with a grin.

"Oh fuck. I didn't actually got gangbanged, did I?" Kyle was
rather mortified when he recalled last night.

"Dude, you got on stage and took all comers," Jay pointed out.
"I'm proud as hell. You're amazing, Kyle. You actually glowed like
the needy slut you are, like a fucking star, man, even when you're
covered with come in every inch of your body. No, it's okay, don't
get up, you smell perfect to my nose. It's okay," he said, slowly
kissing Kyle's lips. "Watching you last night, I was turned on
like never before."

"I could tell from how hard your cock was last night when you took
me home and fucked the shit out me," Kyle responded.

"I'm getting hard just remembering."

"You're always hard," Kyle pointed out.

"I'm harder with you."

"Oh? And how can I know if that's the truth?" Kyle asked
teasingly.

Jay hissed as Kyle ground his ass playfully down on Jay's cock.
"We'll get someone to come home with us," Jay suggested. "I'll
fuck both his ass and yours. You can make all the comparisons you
want."

They spent the afternoon in Kyle's place. Kyle and Filip, a
gorgeous twenty-year old Italian tourist kissed and played with
each other's dicks as they lay side by side on the bed, their
asses lifted high so that Jay could switch ass with each thrust of
his cock, Jay thoughtfully giving Kyle two hard thrust for Filip's
one. Then Jay rode Kyle's cock as he deep-throated Filip's cock,
before Filip fucked Kyle while Jay fucked Filip. Kyle lost count
of their positions and games, all he cared about was how under
Jay's orders and directions, he was experiencing pleasures he
never knew existed before now. This extent for depravity in him
shocked and later pleased him, and he was now addicted to the sins
of the flesh Jay conducted on their bodies. When they showered
once Filip left, barely able to walk, Jay teased Kyle with his
hands even as he tantalized Kyle with stories of the escapades the
Three Fucketeers used to get into. He even related this game in
his boarding school days, where they would see how many virgin
girls they could fuck, with bonus points for knocking up the girl.
Jay was predictably the winner since he qualified to play when he
lost his virginity at the age of fourteen to the deacon's wife.
Instead of being shocked, Kyle was aroused beyond his
imaginations. He was depraved. He loved being depraved.

He wanted to go back to the club. Jay protested. "I want you to
myself at least once a day," he gasped as he fucked Kyle against
the wall, his Vaseline-coated cock driving Kyle insensate with
lust-fuelled frenzy. "I don't mind sharing you with the entire
world, as long as you know you must come back to me."

"That sounds serious," Kyle teased.

"It is," Jay told him, his beautiful eyes sober for once. "I've
always wanted you, Kyle. Fucking you is just a dream for me.
You're Lane's clean and serious brother. How could I corrupt you?"

"You did a good job of it," Kyle reminded him.

Jay smiled, pleased. "Yeah, I did." He held Kyle close as they let
the shower cleanse their bodies. "When you return to Washington,
I'll fly down and find you," he told Kyle. "I know DC well. I'll
show you all the fun clubs to go to. We'll pick up politicians and
fuck them and then blackmail them with pictures."

"Will you seduce my ex?" Kyle asked, an idea forming in his head.
"I want you to fuck him good, make him want you so badly, and then
you let him know that you prefer me to him."

"Deal," Jay agreed immediately. "Tell me who, I'll fuck him for
you in any position you want, provided you'll watch while I do
it." He looked questioningly at Kyle, "You're not afraid that I
will ditch you for him?"

"Will that be a big loss for me?" Kyle asked back.

Jay conceded that Kyle had a point there. It hurt more than he
expected to realize that he meant nothing more than a transient
pleasure to Kyle. He had to do something, he knew. If only he knew
what he could do to make Kyle realize just how much Jay had wanted
Kyle all along, ever since the first time Jay saw Kyle.

"I could be," he said - it was the only answer he could come up
with.

"No, you won't. You're too crazy and wild."

"You're becoming crazy and wild," Jay pointed out.

"Give me a few more days. Maybe the novelty of uninhibited sex
will wear off, maybe not." Kyle playfully touseled Jay's hair.
"Look who's become so serious. Relax, Jay, let's have fun for
what's left of this week."

Sure. But Jay wouldn't let this end after this summer, no matter
what Kyle wanted to believe. He had three private planes to take
him to which end of the world Kyle chose to hide in. After this,
after this taste of Kyle, he was never letting go of the man, not
as long as he could live and breathe. Kyle had made it clear that
Kyle was his now.





THREE

Alex the ghost was obviously annoyed by Jay's long absence from
the beach house. Jay was brushing his teeth when his briefs were
unceremoniously yanked down. Poor Jay had to pound his cock into
that ghostly ass until Alex was placated by Jay's negligence, but
this meant that Jay had to fuck that ghost until his balls,
already severely worn out by Kyle, protested with each of Jay's
lusty ejaculation.

"I hope you will get a fun tenant when I'm gone," he said aloud as
he lay on his bed. "Jesus, if anyone tells me last month that I'll
be fucking a ghost, I'll think them crazy. Maybe I'm crazy." He
laughed when he felt a playful smack on his cock. He felt a finger
probed at his ass, and he obligingly spread his legs for Alex. He
gasped when he felt a very cold tongue push into his sensitive
inside. He'd miss Alex. He was quite fond of this lusty ghost.
"I'm leaving in tomorrow," he said. He felt the tongue pause in
its delicious rimming of his ass. "You'll miss me, right, Alex?"
Nothing. Alex seemed to have disappeared. Jay wished that ghost at
least finished his rimjob first. "Come on, Alex. Don't be like
that. You know I'm crazy about Kyle. I told you all about him.
Alex?" Damn. "Let me give you a goodbye fuck, at least?"

Jay hid his smile when he felt Alex touching his cock again. His
cock seemed to come alive, rejuvenated by that touch. He lifted
his upper body up and reached blindly until he felt a semblence of
a solid form. He let Alex guide his penis into that hot tight ass,
and said his goodbye to Alex the best way he knew. When he awoke
in the morning, he smiled when he saw what Alex had left him.
There, just under the ridge of his cock crown, there was a tattoo
of a ring of roses. He burst into laughter.

Later, he learned from speaking to the local librarian that a 18th
century page was reputed to haunt the beach houses, still waiting
for his lover, a nobleman, that never arrived. The nobleman was
killed by the men hired by his father-in-law to stop the man from
seeing the page.

He drove Kyle to the airport. They would be taking separate
flights. But Jay would drop by Kyle's place as soon as he reached
home and packed and warned his father that he was extending his
vacation by another few weeks. He would also let his father have
the keys to the beach house. The old man could use a change from
fucking the pool boys at his club, and Alex could use the company.

"One day you'll love me," he told Kyle after giving the man a
chaste goodbye kiss on the cheek.

"I doubt it," Kyle said, and then he was gone.

Jay felt his eyes moist. Must be the dust, there had to be some in
this fucking airport. Or it could be that the only man whom he
wanted was leaving him. But not if he could help it.

He reached his penthouse in Manhattan at nine in the evening.
Disconsolate, feeling alone, he played his voice messages, barely
listening to them. He called up Kyle and cursed when he got Kyle's
answering machine. "Kyle, I don't know if you're listening to
this, but I kind of miss you." Damn, he sounded like a maudlin
idiot. "Damn, why can I do this right?"

"Jay? This is me. I was in the shower earlier, sorry," came Kyle's
voice. "Yeah, sure, come over. You're supposed to avenge me by
fucking my ex, don't think I've forgotten."

Jay felt his world turn again. Everything was okay now. "I'll be
there first thing tomorrow."

"You do S&M? I've this interesting video I got from the adult
store, and some of the things they do with the handcuffs and toys
are intriguing."

"Not my type of sex, but I can get into it. We can see if we both
like it," Jay promised. "I tried this thing once with this guy, he
wanted me to rub itch powder over my condom and fuck him with it.
He swears the itch intensified the feelings in his ass."

"Jay?"

"What?"

"Come down quick."

"Promise."

Jay had another surprise when he pulled off his shorts and walked
to the shower. As he reached to pull open the shower curtains, he
felt a now familiar ghostly mouth around his cock. "Well, hello,
Alex," he murmured, "fancy seeing you here." He gasped as the tip
of the tongue rubbed against the rose tattoo. He made a mental
calculation. He had sixteen hours before his flight leave for
Washington.

And as the bed violently rocked that night, the luckiest ghost in
the world, Alex, lay back and decided that heaven was nothing
compared to the fucking prowess of the incomparable Jaybur
Vockler.