THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB Keith Written by Lady Poetess egiggles at moose-mail.com /~bbp Please do not reproduce on any website without permission. This story has no resemblance to anyone dead or alive. ONE Discordant music and desperate desire pulsed through the feverish and sweltering atmosphise of the club, threatening to numb all senses. Those that prowled through the clubs were insensate to the dissonance that unnerved all newcomers, however, and their eyes easily seek out prime studs that would keep them company for the rest of the night. Few had any illusions of permanence and emotional fulfillment - disenchanted by relationships, scared of commitments, looking for hedonistic bliss, many just wanted a few hours' pleasure at as little price as possible. The man dancing with abandon was definitely a prime stud candidate. He was powerfully muscled, his broad shoulders radiating strength and virility, tapering gently into a narrow waist. His simple sleeveless muscle T-shirt displayed his arms to the admiring eyes of the crowd, and as he moved, his low-cut collar that ended way below his collarbone exposed his two large, proud wine-dark nipples that made many mouths watered. As he moved, his jeans clung to his taut, high buttocks as well as powerful thighs. He was a figure of physical beauty and as he moved, feline-like grace. The two men that watched this dancer were experienced club- prowlers, good friends, and on nights like this, partners in crime. Without ado, they moved to this man, one in front, one behind him, until the man was sandwiched between the two men. "Hi," the handsome stranger just said, or rathis, yelled above the music. "I'm Jacques," the one in front, a dark-haired twenty-something man with beautiful blue eyes, yelled. "That's my friend Antoine," he said as his companion, a too-pretty blond French man of barely twenty, placed his hands on the handsome stranger's shoulders from behind. "I'm Keith," the handsome man said simply. Keith's eyes raked Jacques from head to toe, and Jacques shivered despite his experience at the waves of heat that surged through him at Keith's predatory look. He knew the game well, however, and soon he and Antoine were dancing to Keith. Antoine pressed his front against Keith's back while Jacques moved closer until he and Keith were pressed, chest to chest, hip to hip, and Keith's erection was unmistakable... and shockingly large. Keith's mouth found his even as Jacques' trembling fingers pushed Keith's shirt as high as he could to find solid male muscular flesh to caress and touch. Keith broke off the kiss only to turn and ravage Antoine's willing mouth. "Let's get out of here," Keith said after he broke off the kiss. He had his hands one on each of the two men's waist, letting both men know that he was addressing the both of them. Antoine and Jacques gasped in delight when Keith's cock was thicker and longer than they imagined. Jacques wasted no time letting the tip of his tongue trace the thick dark veins of that cock shaft even as Antoine's lips closed over the thick cock crown with an urgent mew. Keith laughed as he pushed himself back against the backseat of Jacques' Jaguar. As he enjoyed the two mouths licking and sucking at his cock and balls, he lazily pulled off his T-shirt and tossed in behind him. Using his toes to nudge Jacques' mouth away from its hungry sucking of his balls, he told the man to drive them back to Jacques' place while Keith would take care of Antoine first at the backseat. "My pants," Keith started to say with a laugh as his pants were left on pavement even as Jacques shut the door and rushed to the driver's seat. "Fuck those pants," Antoine whispered as he flung the last of his clothes off and straddled Keith lustily. Keith lifted one hand to grip the top of the front passenger seat as he felt his thick cock plunge into hot, moist male ass. With a rough upward thrust of his hips that sent Antoine crying out in pleasure, he began fucking that young man hard. Twenty minutes later, it was Jacques screaming in pleasure at the backseat as he pressed his face against the window while Keith dicked him savagely doggy-style, that thick cock slickly plunging in and out of Jacques' steaming hole until Jacques came violently, shooting his own come onto the expensive upholstery. Keith was still fucking him as he carried Jacques with one hand up the stairs to Jacques' bedroom in the man's seaside manor, Jacques' hips clutching around Keith's torso hard as Keith moved deeper into him with every step Keith took up the stairs. Antoine fell on the bed beside them and Keith laughed as he quickly moved his mouth to capture the man's cock in his mouth. The three of them forgot time and the world outside their private chamber of bliss as Antoine and Jacques greedily milked every drop of pleasure Keith's virile body could bestow. The two men kissed passionately and played with each other's cock as Antoine lifted his hips and rested them around Jacques' shoulder even as Jacques covered Antoine and lifted his buttocks. Faced with two exposed assholes, Keith greedily plunged his cock in Antoine's in one slick stroke, removed it and rammed it into Jacques' next, and which asshole his cock wasn't in at that particular stroke, he used his four thick fingers to provide succor. Not content with pumping both men with yet another powerful deluge of his seed, he now rearranged them so that he could fuck Jacques while rimming Antoine's tangy asshole with his mouth, enjoying dessert in the form of their copious fuck juices until Jacques came one more time and begged brokenly for mercy. Keith only pulled his still hard cock out and speared Antoine in the ass as he now ate out of Jacques' ass, slurping at the very juices he had violently deposited inside that heated fleshy groove. Antoine and Jacques, their bodies sated thoroughly, eventually lay at each side of Keith and kissed him, three tongues mingling and licking in slow sensual mating dance, as both men finally brought Keith to release with their hands. Keith's cock throbbed and a powerful series of jetting sperm spurted from that wide cock slit and splattered all over Keith's powerful torso and crotch, and there was so much as his come it was as if he hadn't come so many times previously in the mouths and anuses of the two men. "No, I'm sore," Antoine begged as he playfully swatted Keith's hand from his buttocks. He reached for the pack of cigarettes at the bedside table. Keith turned questioningly at Jacques. Jacques made a face as he sat up. "I don't think I can sit down for the next few days," he told Keith. Antoine lit a cigarette. "You are amazing - magnificent!" he told Keith. "Can I keep you here so that you can always fuck me senseless every night?" Keith shrugged. "Your asses may be sore, but how about your mouths?" he asked instead as he placed his arms around Jacques' waist playfully. Antoine quickly tried to finish his cigarette even as Jacques' laugh was cut short into a pleased moan, right before Keith fed the man his thick and, amazingly, rock-hard yet again penis. Antoine watched as Jacques swallowed desperately to accommodate that thick male flesh now slowly spearing down the man's throat. If Jacques, who was a consummate cocksucker, had problems with Keith's size... Antoine licked his lips. He couldn't wait to see whether he could do better than Jacques. He put out the cigarette and moved on his hands and knees towards Keith and Jacques, pausing to admire the way Keith's buttocks and back muscles tensed with each thrust of that cock into Jacques' mouth, before reaching down and taking a long lick of Keith's low-hanging balls. TWO Keith Charles Kuhl threw the towel he used to wipe his sweat and come-slicked body aside and pulled on his muscle T-shirt as he spread his legs and shoots his piss into the toilet bowl. The intense fucking he'd given the two men asleep in the bedroom did little to ease his restlessness. He had been restless since he came back to this fucking place last night. The night was too quiet. No, it was almost dawn - the morning, he amended wryly, was too quiet. He had gotten used to the dark nights of New York, where the whole damned place was always alive no matter which hour it was. Where the days could be so long and cold, but the nights could be even worse, when the loneliness stretched in a vast emptiness in his soul. Regrets, broken illusions, and the bleeding wound in his heart that never healed had a way of making those nights so barren that Keith found that the restlessness and keen pain could never erased no matter how energetically he threw himself into fucking as many different people every night as he could, and there were so many of these people that he'd lost count. Coming back here, the coldness only intensified. Keith washed his face, welcoming the shocking chill of the water on his lust-feverish skin. He had his hand on the doorknob when the door was kicked hard. Keith's instincts kicked in and he easily leapt out of the way. He had one armed men down on the floor and his fist connected the jaw of another when two more men pounced on him. The butt of a rifle connected his temple hard and Keith staggered, dazed. That gave the armed men the opening they needed, and Keith was soon overpowered with his body pressed against the floor by three pairs of feet. The sharp studs of those boots pressing into his back cut into his flesh. "Well, well, guess who has come back to town? The prodigal son has returned," came a voice that Keith recognized too well. Keith gritted his teeth as blood flowed in warm rivers from his torn back, soaking his shirt and pooling onto the floor. He looked up from the Doc Martens boots planted before his face up the elegant long legs clad in designer pants, up the slender torso, onto the face of James Lafferty II. The last time Keith saw James, James was a very handsome young man destined to break hearts. Well, he certainly broke Keith's, not that they ever had anything going between them. No, James broke Keith's heart and spirit when James turned Tyler Treadway against him. "Hello, James," Keith managed to say. "Get him on his feet," James ordered his men. Keith had to admire the hard steel in James' voice. He always knew that the town's golden boy would one day turned into an even worse bad seed that the people here had once accused Keith of being. Where was Chad, James' stepbrother? Where James was, Chad Michael Murray would eventually be nearby. Keith had heard from Usher that James and Chad had easily branched out into organized crime, quickly moving up the ranks to become middle-league players in just a few years, after the elder James Lafferty had died of a heart attack. Keith wondered whether the two stepbrothers had anything to do with the man's death. Chad had always openly hated the man that usurped his late father's place in his mother's heart. James studied Keith dispassionately, his handsome face impassive as he raked Keith from head to toe. The only moment when his control snapped briefly was when he involuntarily parted his lips and widened his eyes at the sight of Keith's exposed cock. "I always thought Jacques is too dumb to steal my money on his own," James said. "Whatever it is he did, I have nothing to do with it," Keith said. He grunted when he received a kick in the back by one of the men holding him captive. "Look, man, I just happened to be in the wrong place, okay?" "Yeah? Am I supposed to believe that you just happened to come back in town?" James asked in disbelief. "What are you going to do? Catch up with your darling Dr Treadway?" He laughed nastily at the way Keith instinctively flinched at the man's name. "Although," James said, moving gracefully onto his knees before Keith, "you have a strange way of showing how much you miss him by indulging in a little m‚nage de trios with the two men that screwed me over." He reached out and swiped at a drop of urine still glistening at the slit of Keith's cut cock. Licking his finger, he smiled without humor as Keith growled angrily at him. "Hold him," he warned his men and Keith was pulled back as the men intensified their efforts at restraining him. "I've always wondered what they saw in you. You're a rough and disgusting nobody. Why would my own stepmother betray a man she claimed to love by fucking you - a nobody - behind my father's back? Oh, I saw you both, Keith. It left a delicate impression on my fourteen-year old mind, seeing his disgusting classmate screwing the shit out of his stepmother. And I know she wasn't the only one. You fucked my neighbors too, and they actually paid you with money or gifts for services rendered." As he spoke, James lazily stroked Keith's flaccid dick. Keith gritted his teeth and shut his eyes, trying to control his body, but his cock betrayed him, surging into its full ten-inch length before James' bemused eyes. He threw his head back as his body vibrated in reluctant pleasure as James opened his mouth and took that cock deep down his throat without much ado. It wasn't long before Keith groaned and released his spunk down James' throat as James swallowed greedily, his hips pumping and his stomach muscles flexing with pleasure as he shot his load into his enemy's mouth. James straightened and wiped at stray drops of come with a monogrammed handkerchief. "Tie him up and one of you keep watch over him while the rest of you come with me." To Keith, he smiled coldly. "I'll deal with your two accomplices and then we'll catch up on lost time together." Keith spat on him. James just sighed. Without warning, he took a step towards Keith and delivered a kick at the man's face that sent Keith reeling in pain. "You have the sweetest come I've ever tasted," James said, "so don't tempt me to determine whether your blood tastes just as sweet." Keith couldn't help thinking, as he was lying there tied up, of that time when a magician boyfriend tied him up and fucked him while Keith was lying on the floor helpless and immobile. Unknown to Gulliver, Keith managed to work his hands free while they were fucking. After they'd come, Keith surprised Gulliver by throwing his body over the startled Gulliver's and overpowering that man, with wonderful pleasures to follow for the both of them. The kid watching Keith was young, probably seventeen, and for a moment, Keith wondered whether he was worse or better than this kid when he was seventeen. Worse, he decided. The kid, in fact, looked like a feverish young virgin at the brink of scoring for the first time as he bent over and reached out with a trembling and reverent hand to touch Keith's cock. Keith's cock leapt to life. It didn't take Keith much to persuade the kid that it was okay for that kid to do what he wanted: just a few groan of pleasure injected with enough convincing reluctance to strengthen the kid's resolve. Keith felt the kid's tight warm ass sheath his cock and for a second he allowed himself the luxury of thinking that there was no better sensation than the heaven on earth that was a virgin male ass on one's cock. And then he slammed his hips upwards, lifting his buttocks off the floor and sending the kid almost falling back as their pelvic bones smashed together hard. And with each lift of his buttocks off the floor and his bound hands, Keith used the opportunity to free his hands. Ten, nine, eight... he counted mentally as he felt his pleasure began pooling at the base of his spine. He felt the ropes binding his hand loosen. The kid squeaked in surprise but was muffled when Keith covered the kid's mouth with one hand even as he knocked the kid down on the floor and moved over him. There was a soft crack as the kid hit the floor. Keith paused, but relaxed when he realized that the kid was just unconscious from the impact. He rammed his cock one last time into the kid's ass, biting his lower lip as his fluids erupted to complete the loss of the kid's virginity and the kid's transition into full-blown manhood. The kid would be in a lot of pain when James realized that Keith was gone, but at least he would die a man - that was the least Keith could do for his unwitting rescuer. Keith didn't hesitate as he withdrew his still spurting cock from that warm ass. He opened the window, looked at the long drop from the cliff onto the sea below, and jumped. THREE Antoine and Jacques were dead. At least they were shot point-blank in the head instead of being tortured by Chad, Keith thought as he lowered the spade he'd grabbed from the tool shed. He swam up three hours later and sneaked back into the mansion only to find James and his men gone like he'd hoped. A quick search revealed nothing as to what James might be looking for from Jacques. Keith cursed, especially when he realized that he couldn't fit into the clothes in the wardrobe - he was a muscular man while the two men had slim and boyish figures with waist two sizes smaller than Keith's size thirty-two. He had to go without trousers and in only his stained and soaked muscle T-shirt. Ty, he thought. He had to find Ty. Keith's long dormant instincts on the direction of Ty's lighthouse kicked back as he ran in general direction of that place. He didn't know how long he ran, only that he knew which way to run, like a salmon always knowing where the only home he ever had was even with a million miles separating him from home. When he smashed bodily against Ty's door, it was still dark. Even so, Keith knew he had no time to waste. He sprinted across the sands with all his might, and only when he fell heavily onto the floor and looked up at Tyler Treadway's stunned face did he realize that he'd not even stopped when he hit Ty's locked door - he'd just kept charging at it again and again to beat it down like a man possessed. "You have to come with me," he gasped. "I can't talk now, but there are people after me and they will come find you to get to me. You must be safe - come with me..." Ty was forty now, ten years after he, with guilt, ended his affair with the sixteen-year old Keith. Back then, Keith didn't care about the moral implications of their affair - all he knew was that the only man who was kind to me and whom Keith thought was his best friend, lover, and father figure was rejecting him like everyone else did. Even after he learned later that James had blackmailed Ty and Ty probably had to end the affair, Keith still hurt. "Where are your pants? Why... you're soaking wet!" Ty exclaimed. "No time. There is a dead guy and I am in trouble," Keith told Ty. He quickly talked about what happened as Ty took a towel and quickly dried Keith as best as he could, Keith naturally leaving out Antoine in his account as he knew that Ty wouldn't appreciate knowing just how much fun Keith had before the shit hit the ceiling. "So you followed Jacques Villiers home for a one-night stand and James interrupted to accuse him of embezzling him and you being his accomplice?" Ty asked for confirmation. "Why are you here, Keith?" "Usher called me, asking me for an urgent favor," Keith explained. "I haven't had a chance to meet him yet. I called him last night, got his answering machine." "Raymond Usher left town two days ago," Ty told him. "You didn't know?" "Son of a bitch didn't tell me," Keith exclaimed. "He's dead when I get my hands on him." He sighed. Looking warily at Ty, he asked cautiously, "Do you believe me?" "I always believe you," Ty said simply. "Then why didn't you believe me ten years ago?" Keith couldn't help asking with a hint of bitterness. "Because what they told me was the truth - you were nothing more than a good-for-nothing thug. I tried to get you to change, but you thought you knew everything. I had to break it off, and James' laughable attempt at blackmail was just one of the many reasons for me to finally do so." "I've spent the last ten years getting my life straight," Keith told him. "I'm not rich, but I'm a respectable man now. Will you come with me?" Keith asked. "Of course," Ty said simply. After ten years, Keith had received an answer from Ty that he'd always wanted to hear. It was too fucking bad that it wasn't given in a situation that Keith would prefer. "One more thing - I need something to wear," Keith said, gesturing at his naked crotch. Ty looked down briefly, and Keith's cock couldn't help swelling under the man's glance. Ty quickly looked away. "My pants," Ty started to say, but he looked at Keith's waist and half-erect cock and down at his own waist, "they won't fit," he said weakly. "Jesus, I'm not that big sized," Keith exclaimed, his erection wilting in his frustration. Ty grinned and threw him the towel. "Oh, in some ways, I'd say you are a very big man indeed." "I'll stop here," Ty said when he saw the drive-in. "Let's get something to eat." Keith nodded and watched as Ty placed some orders for cheeseburgers and Coke. "I miss you," he said quietly. "Yeah, I miss you too." "I'm twenty-six years old now. Can we start again?" Keith asked simply. "Once this mess is sorted out," he hastened to clarify. "I'm an adult now." "We'll see," Ty just said in a non-committed tone. "Damn," he addressed the young man at the window, "you don't have any change?" He pushed the hundred dollar bill in frustration into his wallet. "Hey, Keith, check in the coin compartment. I usually have a few small notes stahed there." "I found ten dollar note," Keith said, retrieving the note from the compartment. Ty was holding the bags of fast food, so Keith moved to position his body sideways facing Ty as he leaned over and passed the money to the young man at the counter. "Hey," Ty grunted as he tried to make way for Keith's body. In the process the towel slipped off Keith's waist to fall onto Ty's lap. Keith's cock and balls were exposed to press against Ty's lips. Ty groaned as he felt Keith's pubic fur teasing his face even as the thick flaccid shaft pressed against his lips. Keith froze and looked down as his cock swelled as a result of Ty's lips instinctively parting to allow the tip of his tongue to lick along the length of the cock shaft. As Keith's cock hardened to press urgently against Ty's face, Ty had no choice but to open his mouth so that Keith's cock could find enough room to extend to its full impressive length and girth. Keith placed one hand on the window for support even as he began to make quick fuck thrusts into Ty's mouth. Ty let the bags fall as he clawed urgently at Keith's buttocks, urging the man to rape his mouth faster and harder even as he playfully stretched and teased Keith's buttocks and the pucker of his anus. Keith obliged, and soon his juices were thundering forth, flooding Ty's mouth and flowing down the man's throat. "Keep the change," Keith told the young man at the counter pleasantly, passing the note. The young man wasn't aware of what happened - Ty taking Keith's penis in his mouth and sucking the juices out of him took place within the space of a minute. "Let me drive," Keith offered to Ty. "You can suck me off all the way to the motel." Ty licked his lips and opened the car door. FOUR Keith managed to shut the motel room door before he threw Ty roughly on the floor. He bit and tugged at Ty's lower lip in between hungry kisses even as his hands urgently pulled Ty's clothes off the man's body. "I love you," he muttered as he pressed his lips against Ty's Adam apple. "I want to fuck you," he whispered as he let his tongue lavished hot wet French kisses on Ty's neck, shoulders, nipples, and down Ty's washboard abs, before taking Ty's cock in his mouth and worshipped it. Ty turned onto his stomach and moaned as Keith took him, that thick cock plunging deep into his asshole, spreading the muscular walls of his anus apart to the point that long-dormant sensations of pleasure surged forth in his body. He'd had lovers since Keith, of course, but no cock had ever filled him so fully to the hilt and to the limit like Keith's. Keith's cock worked the nerves in his sensitized male groove until his nerves were on fire, the bulbous tip penetrating him so deep into his rectum until Ty trembled with pleasure, fearing that he would be torn apart even as he was spiked on Keith's thick club of flesh and never wanted the sensation to stop. And then Keith moved in that steady, rough and primal arrogant surety like the dominant alpha male that he was - so overpowering, so sensual, yet so tender that Ty was ripped in all directions in a whirlwind climax of pleasure mixed exquisitely with pain. Only a few people apart from James Lafferty knew of his illicit love affair ten years ago with the then sixteen-year old Keith, and these people could never understand how the normally sensible and pragmatic Tyler Treadway, the mild-mannered kind-hearted doctor who moved to this sleepy hollow of a town to start a modest practice, would lose his senses and succumb to an affair with the town black sheep. If they could see him now, grunting like a beast devoid of humanity and screaming in crude obscenities at Keith to fuck the shit out of him, these people would start to understand. Ty's fingers clawed on the floor as he tried to keep his balance as Keith banged him from behind harder and harder until their harsh rhythms, guttural moans, and Ty's pleasured cries mingled with the sound of wet heated flesh moving in pleasurable friction of cock penetrating asshole, noisy kisses of feverish mouth on burning skin, and the hard urgent cracks of their pelvic bones colliding in urgent lust. Ty pressed his forehead against the floor and screamed into the carpet as his orgasm was unleashed like a crackling storm that wrecked his entire body, his saliva falling from his open mouth to mingle with the small pool of sweat that formed from the copious drops sluicing down his face and body. Keith was with him, his hands gripping Ty's thighs in a bruising grip as he began pumping in short, urgent stabs. His cock began ejaculating its fiery hot cream high into Ty's steaming rectum. From the floor they barely made it to the bed. This time Ty rode Keith's cock in frenzied desire as Keith arched his back and pulled teasingly at Ty's buttocks. They had barely recovered from their powerful climax when Keith lifted Ty's right thigh while Ty rested on his left side on the bed to insert his cock up that ass and fuck Ty in that position as he rested his chin on Ty's shoulders and whispered what he'd like to do to Ty's mouth, asshole, and cock, and some other orifices that he probably couldn't act on in real life. When Ty's asshole was too sure to take any more abuse, he lay back on the bed and opened his mouth wide, letting Keith pump his cock into that mouth until it glistened with Ty's copious saliva. And then Keith allowed Ty and only Ty to take him. Keith lifted his legs and exposed his hairy anal pucker. And as Ty pressed that cock tip against the tight pucker, Keith gasped out what Ty would know once his cock forged into that unbelievably tight hole: in all of Keith's life, no other man had even been granted access into Keith's most vulnerable core. Ty kissed him then, and they relived that day that none of them would ever forget when Keith finally surrendered the last vestiges of himself to Ty so that Ty would own him completely. As Keith began climaxing violently when Ty began fucking him, he managed to piece togethis one coherent thought - he loved this man to death and he would never regret loving Ty even if Ty would never love him back as much. Even that thought shattered into blissful pieces as Ty kept fucking Keith for the next hour with nearly as much stamina as Keith. Nearly, that was. Keith laughed as Ty flopped back on the bed in exhaustion. But Ty still wanted more, he begged Keith, and Keith asked Ty to lie back and enjoy as Keith gallantly did all the work, placing his knees one at each side of Ty's bed and slowly pumping his cock in and out of Ty's hungry mouth even as he lowered his body and took Ty's cock in his mouth. Only when they both came in each other's mouth did Keith finally embrace Ty and hold the man as they drift into sleep after the excesses of their sexual romp. "I don't believe this! What will I have to do to get a pair of pants around here?" Keith exclaimed. Ty shrugged helplessly. He had returned from a quick drop at the room Keith checked in when he first came to town at another motel just down the road to report that Keith's room had been trashed and his possessions ransacked totally. The cops had confiscated what was remaining of Keith's possessions and Keith would have to talk to them if he wanted his stuff back. But Keith knew what this town thought of him and he'd be a fool to expect these cops to listen to his side of the story. He had to get out of town fast. But he was still in his fucked-up sleeveless muscle T-shirt and a towel that barely covered his modesty. "Jacques was found dead this morning. His friend Antoine was murdered too," Ty remarked, confirming Keith's suspicions. "It's all in the news. You'll have to get out of town." "You're coming with me. I'm not leaving you here to face James Lafferty and his sadistic stepbrother," Keith told him. "First, we'll have to get you some clothes." "Just drive us out of here first," Keith said. "We'll worry about my clothes once we reach the next town." "Why the next town?" Ty asked. "There's someone I'm gonna have a nice long talk to," Keith said. "I'm not gonna leave this place until I've cleared my name." Jason Brooks wished he had his favorite Winchester rifle. He would shoot every fucking moron in this pool party dead just to liven things up, because he was bored out of his wits. But being one of the most powerful drug dealers in the West Coast meant that he had to exercise tedious diplomatic relationships with fellow dealers and suppliers as much as customers. It wasn't like on TV where he could spend all day shooting people and talking in a menacing drawl, although he wished that it was so. While he was unbelievably wealthy and he didn't miss the days when he was a mere lackey, he couldn't deny that life was occasionally dull at the top. Casting the bikinied beauties that he had brought - or bought, to be specific - for his guests' amusement, he stifled a yawn as he discussed the possibility of assassinating a rival up in Washington with a few guests. Damn, he was bored. He needed a challenge. Or at least a really good fuck, he thought. Nobody here really offered much of a challenge in a bedroom and he was bored of them easily. Jason should know - his cock had been inside at least two orifices of nearly every guest in this party at one time or the other. With his six foot one frame of pure muscle and rugged good looks (not pretty boy looks like those in fashion magazines - he had the looks of a rugged man, a real man as he'd like to imagine), and a package and taut high buttocks amply displayed in tight red swim shorts, he could have anyone he wanted. He'd enough invitations an hour into the party to start an orgy if he wished to. He was thinking of selecting eight people to line up against the wall and fuck them one by one in front of the other guests when a commotion distracted him - a welcome distraction. He turned to scowl at the entrance to the pool party. His frown turned into a smile as he saw who it was that pushed his way through Jason's bouncers at the entrance to stride towards him. It was Keith Kuhl, the one-time muscle for hire that had retired six or seven years back for what Jason heard was a modest and entirely legal career of running a gym in New York City. Keith was drawing attention to him not just because of his unorthodox clothes - a muscle T-shirt sans sleeves and a towel that reached only his mid-thigh - but because of Keith's strikingly good looks and powerful physique that his unconventional clothes could barely conceal, radiating pure and raw sexual virility from every powerful inch of his six feet three frame. Speaking of inches, there was no mistaking the dimensions of that impressive package stretched tightly against the small towel that could barely span Keith's waist - as Keith moved in urgent paces, the towel split at the side of his left thigh, not only drawing attention to those powerful muscles on his thigh but also at the thick mushroom- shaped cock head visible with each lift of the towel that accompanied each stride. Jason's cock was solid steel in his shorts and he would bet that he wasn't the only one affected powerfully by Keith. "Jason, we need to talk," Keith said. "Come with me to my study," Jason offered. "Let's not draw more attention to you than you already have." Jason had just shut the door behind him when Keith stepped up to him and slammed one palm at the door at each side of Jason's head, trapping him against Keith's solid body. "I want to know all about James Lafferty and the missing money," Keith said fiercely. "Boy, it was all in the grapevines, Keith," Jason said casually, brushing aside Keith's scowl. "Your semen is inside both Jacques' and Antoine's anuses, which effectively implicates you. A condom isn't just for protection against STDs and HIV, just to let you know." "I need to get my name cleared," Keith told him. "I can't do it alone - fuck, I don't even know what the hell is going on." "Just tell James where the money is and he'll let you go," Jason suggested reasonably. "I don't know where the money is," Keith insisted. "Only Jacques would know and he was dead. I was just there for a fuck." "Oh?" Jason asked skeptically. "Why are you back in town, Keith?" "Usher called me a few days' back saying that he was in deep shit. I came as soon as I received his call, but now I hear that he's MIA." "Usher? Usher is knee deep with Jacques in the shit. Usher and James are accomplices. James is looking for Usher as well," Jason told Keith. "As it happens, you're in luck. I know where Usher is." "Tell me." "Why should I? You know better than to ask. You've worked with me before, Keith." Oh, but he was just a kid back then, and Jason barely paid a mere underling any attention. Now, Jason wished he had. Maybe it would be him clasping his legs around that powerful torso instead of that fucker Tyler Treadway. But it was a cold day in hell when Jason would admit to being envious of a doctor. "Yes, I am protecting Usher because it is to my interest to watch James lose his shit. The money isn't his to lose. Our supreme leader Tim wants the money back and he has given James a week to return the money or poor James will suffer at Tim's hands. James is naturally terrified. You've heard of Tim's terrifying one-handed, one-eyed lover Seann? No? If you think Chad is sadistic, you haven't met Seann, a lovely guy with a lovely church boy demeanor and a charming smile even as he gouges out the eyes of his victims. Incidentally, Seann and Chad are good friends, not that anyone who knows those two are in any way surprised..." "Cut the shit and let me know where Usher is," Keith interrupted harshly. Jason deliberately lifted one leg and let his ass pucker rub against the length of Keith's cock, now exposed as Keith lifted his right thigh to press the fast swelling member against Jason's clenched pucker. "I'll fuck you and you'll tell me?" Keith insisted. "There are sixteen letters to the name of the location. One letter for one come," Jason said as he slowly pushed his swim shorts down his thighs. Keith roughly shoved his cock to the hilt up Jason's ill-prepared anus. Jason uttered a pained cry even as he felt an explosion of pleasure exploded in his body. "One," Keith said roughly. "T," Jason answered. Keith lowered him onto the floor, never faltering his fuck thrusts in the process. He didn't even stop when he came and that cock never seemed to soften a little after every burst of ejaculation. Jason tried to retaliate by clawing and bruising Keith's flesh as he received a wild fuck where for the first time he had no control over, but it was no use. His senses were on overload as Keith just kept fucking him, skillfully drawing out the alphabets one by one until the sixteenth alphabet was reached. "Oops," Jason said with a weak laugh. "I miscalculated. There are actually twenty-nine alphabets in the name." With a growl, Keith began doubling his assault on Jason. The guests outside could only listen to Jason's undignified screams for more as well as mercy and shuddered in jealousy. Many tried to find succor by publicly fucking at the poolside, while others moved to places that offered at least an illusion of privacy but within hearing distance of the wild party of two taking place in Jason Brooks' study room. Those within view were lucky enough to watch as Jason suddenly appeared on the full- length glass window, his face and front pressed against the glass as Keith pounded Jason from behind. Jason lifted his right leg all the way up and pressed it against the glass so that his lower leg was against his cheek. Keith pressed one hand on the ankle of Jason's lifted leg as he kept plunging that dark, thick cock of his in and out of Jason's steaming hole. Jason's position allowed the onlookers a full view of that monster hairy cock fucking Jason so well as well as the sight of Keith's low-hanging sexy testicles bouncing along with each hard thrust, the sight of the creamy white rivulets of semen pouring down along Keith's thickly-veined shaft only making the sight even more arousing. Jason's cock exploded and a huge explosion of creamy come splattered on the glass to slowly fall in rivulets along it to the floor. As Jason kept coming before the enraptured audience, Keith pulled out his cock and forced Jason onto his knees. He roughly jerked himself off once, twice, and three times as he rubbed his cock head against Jason's lips roughly, and then he too came, exploding in a creamy rain to drench Jason's face until his features were covered in a slick layer of potent male come. Jason whispered something only Keith could hear, and then Keith pulled Jason down onto all fours. This time Jason's "Please, no, just a short rest!" was audible, along with Keith's harsh follow-up "Shut up, bitch, you wanted more and I'm gonna give it to you until I'm satisfied!" and Jason's subsequent howls of pain-pleasure. Jason Brooks, the guests decided, sure knew how to throw a killer party and they would not hesitate to accept the next invitation. FIVE Keith woke to the pleasant sensation of strong anal muscles milking his morning wood. This made up for his disappointment of learning that Usher was gone when Keith went after him last night. Ty received a wild fucking later that night. Keith not just wanted to avoid any uncomfortable questions about the scratch marks on Keith's body and the reddened state of Keith's cock by fucking Ty so that he could easily claim later that Ty was responsible for his reddened cock and scratch marks, he was also becoming very frustrating at the dead ends he kept finding himself in. Still, that fuck last night didn't calm Keith down. Keith wouldn't mind to try again one more time now, however. He let his eyes remain shut as he fucked Ty lesiurely. It was only when he felt the boiling in his balls that signaled a powerful ejaculation did he emit a satisfied cry of triumph and reached out blindly to grasp Ty's shoulders and rolled the man onto his back so that Keith could take over and fucked the shit out of him even as he pumped his spurting cock into that man. Only when he finally opened his eyes after he'd finished coming did he realize that the man under him wasn't Ty but a flushed but grinning Chad Michael Murray. "What the fuck!" he yelled but Chad only pressed his automatic against Keith's forehead. "Bad news, Keith," Chad said as he used his other hand to unbutton his shirt. He casually tossed it to join his trousers on the floor. "Ty made the fatal mistake of leaving the room earlier this morning. Why the hell do you always fall for idiots? You could have joined James and me and we could have ruled, baby." "What do you want?" Keith hissed, conscious of the weapon against his weapon but looking for an opening to act. "Bring our money to us by seven this evening. James will be waiting at the usual place. If you don't show up with the dough, Ty will be floating facedown in the sea." Chad smiled without humor. "Now, let's finish what we've started, shall we?" He lifted his legs over Keith's shoulders and his hands pulled Keith's face down to meet his lips. Keith's cock had never softened since his first morning come. He wanted to get out of here and find Ty, he wanted to break Chad's neck, but Chad only pressed the weapon harder against Keith's forehead, and Keith had to resume thrusting his tightly-clenched buttocks against Chad's wide-spread legs, causing Chad to moan in pleasure. Keith allowed himself a smile of satisfaction when his hand felt a small bag stashed inside the disused ventilation niche. "Usher, you ass, you're still using the same hiding place after all these years," he said aloud as he pulled the bag out. His eyes widened when he saw the bundles of cold hard cash inside the bag. Anyone who saw Keith standing calmly by the wharf two hours later gave him a second look. Keith had found himself some clothes between now and then, with jeans loose enough to hang low on his lean hips doing nothing to hide the fact that Keith wasn't wearing underwear. The inch of pale flesh exposed above Keith's waist and Keith's obscenely perfect muscular torso, framed by Keith's flannel shirt that hung loose and unbuttoned, were all typically Keith: he exuded raw virility with ease and without any effort. But he was blind to those admiring glances. His eyes were alert, keeping a sharp watch for James, Chad or their men. James walked towards him and gestured for Keith to pass him the bag. Keith had eyes only on Ty, whose eyes lit up in relief when he saw Keith as he was held by James' men. "If I give you the money, all this will be over?" Keith insisted. "You'll be no longer a murder suspect. I'll make sure that the suspicions disappear." They both knew that James had the law on his payroll. "I really have nothing to do with this," Keith said. "I am starting to believe that," James told him. "My men watched you scrambling around today. If you knew where the money is, you'll head straight for it instead of stumbling upon it by chance." He didn't mention that he could have had Keith killed as soon as Keith found the money. Keith didn't mention that they would have a hard time killing him. They both knew. James gave a signal and his men pushed Ty forward. Keith caught the man and steadied him even as he tossed the bag to James. James opened the bag and quickly checked its contents. Keith cupped Ty's face, asking, "All you alright?" to which Ty just nodded and closed his eyes as he rested his head on Keith's shoulder. "I didn't hurt him," James said. "I deliberately kept him away from Chad, who wanted so badly to carve his hated uncle to pieces." "Thanks," Keith said simply. "The money's all here," James said. "So we're clean now. Get out of town, Keith, and take Ty with you. I don't want to see you two again. Oh, and take this trash along with you." He turned to nod at his men. Two men lifted the car booth door and tossed a badly beaten and unconscious Raymond Usher onto Keith's feet. "Son of a bitch!" James merely eyed Keith coldly. "He stole from me. He paid for it. He's lucky that he's strong enough to live after Chad was done with him. Now take him out of here with you if you want him to live." Keith carried Raymond in his arms and studied James' expressionless face. "Thank you," he said finally. "We could have ruled this place together, you and I," James said, probably a little wistfully. "Oh get the fuck out of here, Keith. I won't be so soft if you show up again." "I won't come back," Keith stated confidently. "My life is no longer here." "Well, then it's safe for me to say that I've always had a crush on you. God, I hate you for that. I mean it, Keith. You come near me again and I'll blow your fucking brains out." A week later and far away from James, Keith saw Usher flinch when he walked into the room. "Hi, buddy," he said gently. "How are you doing?" "Okay," Usher just said, not looking at Keith. "I'm sorry about what they did to you." Keith sighed. Chad broke Usher's body with his inventive and sadistic torture methods, but he crushed Usher completely by torturing Usher, who being straight felt violated to the point that he was pushed to the brink. The psychiatrist informed Ty that Usher was kept under suicide watch. Keith hated this, hated his old friend now seeing him along with all gay men as evil men. "Will you talk to me?" "Go away," Usher said tersely. "Get the fuck away from me." Keith held on to his patience with an iron leash. He could have pointed out that Usher brought all this on himself, but he remained silent. Finally, he just turned to lock the door so that they could have some privacy and pulled his shirt over his head. He had one more thing to do before he moved on to his new life with Ty. "What are you doing?" Usher gasped. "I think I'm gonna prove to you that I'm not like Chad," Keith said reasonably as he walked towards Usher. Usher tried to get off the bed but he was still weak from his injuries and was easily forced to lie back by Keith. "I'm gonna make love to you, Usher, real tender fuck to show you that it can be a beautiful experience, buddy. When I'm done with you, you compare this to what Chad did to you and you tell me straight in the eye whether we are the same people." "Never," Usher said, but he gasped when Keith wet the tip of his index finger with his tongue and pressed this finger to Usher's lips. Usher shut his eyes tight and vowed not to show Keith any reaction. "This is not rape, Usher," Keith whispered. "Fuck off!" Usher gasped once more when Keith's lips closed over his right nipple, exposed when Keith pulled apart Usher's hospital gown, and suckled it tenderly as if it was a ripe cherry whose taste Keith was savoring. Keith moved up from Usher, smiling knowingly at Usher's muffled whimper of disappointment and pulled down his pants and stepped out of them. He then kicked his jeans off and bent down to pull off his socks. Usher thought he was going to faint when he got his first glimpse of his friend's cock and balls. That cock was so thick and long, the throbbing boner was bouncing up and down wildly with the thick head throbbing past Keith's navel. Usher felt a strange stirring of primal need in his body as he studied Keith while Keith stood before Usher with his hips in front of the rest of his body. "You have a very big cock, Keith," Usher said after a nervous swallow, feeling like Little Red Riding Hood. "The better to fuck you with," Keith said wolfishly. "Are you sure that big fucktool will fit inside me?" Usher felt his panic rising as he figured that there was no way his asshole could open wide enough to take in the girth of his friend's massive cock. "It will fit if you really want it to," Keith reassured him. "I will be gentle, Usher. I am not Chad. I won't hurt you." "No, Keith, punish me for fucking your life up, man, but don't fuck me, please. Keith, no!" Keith shook his head and got back on the bed. He placed his hands on Usher's muscular shoulders and gently pushed his friend onto his back. The terrified Black man could feel his heart beating wildly and for a moment, as he felt Keith's cock tip pressed hard and throbbing against the crack of his ass, he remembered the gruesome pain when Chad raped his ass with a sharp Swiss blade. He opened his mouth to scream, only to hear himself moan instead when Keith's hands sensually and expertly massaged the tensed muscles of Usher's back. Despite his fears, Usher started to relax. "I want to eat your ass," Keith whispered in Usher's ear. Usher could feel Keith's hot moist breath on his ear. He could feel all of the skin on his body being covered with gooseflesh and he could feel the hairs on the nape of his neck standing on end once again. Keith flicked his tongue tip across his earlobe and explored the inside of his ear with tongue. He then started to kiss and nuzzle and down the sides of Usher's neck, pausing to give Usher love bites along the man's jugular. Satisfied that Usher was trembling with pleasure he didn't want to express, Keith moved so that his head was between Usher's parted thighs. He couldn't believe how beautiful Usher's ass pucker looked, a hairy virgin ass for his taking. His mouth watered as he licked his lips. Keith placed his nose very close to his cunt so he could get a rich whiff of funky ass, and sighed as he exhaled. As he began to kiss and lick at the insides of Usher's thighs, it was next to impossible for Usher to keep his ass still on the bed. "Fuck you, Keith, you make me so fucking hot," Usher whimpered. "You have the prettiest little male pussy," Keith told him. Usher could feel Keith's hot moist breath on the sensitized pucker of his ass. He thought that his seed was going to come popping right out of his cock at any second as he yearned, feared, for the sensation of Keith's tongue in his ass. "I'll bet it tastes just as good," Keith said. He was being a tease however as he kissed and nipped with his teeth at the insides of Usher's thighs instead of eating that ass right away. He placed both of his hands under Usher's thighs and pushed upward. Usher found that he was forced to lift his feet off the bed. He rolled hack onto his shoulders and waited in anticipation. Keith used his strong thumbs to pry Usher's ass cheeks open. Placing his tongue tip at the top of the crack of Usher's ass until his chin was very close to the bed, he stuck out his tongue. "Ah!" Usher cried out. Keith tongued Usher clean as Usher bucked his body in his excitement. He held Usher tightly to keep the man from snapping his spine like a whip to Keith's blissful rim job. At first Keith traced the ring of sphincter muscle with just the tip of his tongue. He flicked back and forth across the hole for a couple of seconds. He then licked across his asshole with the flat part of his tongue until Usher screamed in a high-pitched cry for Keith to stick his tongue into Usher's asshole. Keith obliged gladly. He placed his tongue directly on Usher's quivering pucker and pushed forward, sending Usher into violent shudders. Usher could feel his nether eye stretching open to take in his friend's tongue and let out a harsh grunting sound - almost a cough. Keith's tongue pushed deep inside, past the tube of tight muscle, and the tip of his tongue found the softer, more elastic flesh of his friend's inner bowels. He wiggled the tip of his tongue around playfully, exploring as deeply as he could. He moved his tongue back and forth, and fucked Usher with it. But Usher could tell that Keith's tongue was neither long enough, nor thick enough, to satisfy his anal cravings. The itch was deep inside. He knew instinctively that only his friend's ten-inch cock flesh could scratch that itch properly. The man could feel the ache in his rectum getting worse in leaps and bounds. His whimpers became desperate and Keith could tell that it was time to make his move. Keith placed his fingertips on Usher's asshole pucker and pressed firmly, pulling the muscular ring apart as far as he could. He stretched the asshole open until it looked like an inviting little mouth for his cock to violate. He could see all of the nooks and crannies of his pussy. Keith placed the tip of his tongue into the asshole and licked upward, causing Usher to think that he was going to die from the intensity of the ripples of pleasure that spread to fill his manly torso. Keith supported the weight of his upper body exclusively with his left arm. He arched his back and lifted his loins away from Usher's, so only the tip of his prick was touching Usher's pucker. The man reached back with his right hand and grabbed the base of his cock in a huge tight fist. He gave his thick meat a couple of quick squeezes, just to make sure that he was as hard and thick as possible. He was satisfied with the experiment and used the same hand to guide the tip of his prick. He rubbed his bulbous purple cock head, slowly, patiently, up and down Usher's ass slit. As Keith rubbed his cock head up and down Usher's ass slit he was lubricating Usher with his pre-come juices. He wanted his cock head and that ass to be a slippery as possible before he tried to push it in Usher's tight virgin hole. Finally he moved the head of his cock down onto Usher and he adjusted his hips so that shaft of his cock was at the appropriate angle for the penetration. Keith tensed the muscles in his ass cheeks. He pressed his buttocks together as tightly as he could. The world's strongest man would not have been able to pry those ass cheeks apart with a crow bar at that moment. He took a deep breath and began to push down with his hips. Usher could feel the pressure in his sensitized anus increasing. He tried to relax his anal muscles but it was almost impossible as he was frightened as well as wildly. He knew that there would be a horrible pain that would overtake him at any second now and he tensed in terror Once the penetration began it all happened very quickly. Usher's anus was forced to stretch farther open at that moment than they had ever been stretched before. He could feel his nether mouth open until gaping point and his anus struggled to clutch the ring of scar tissue at the base of Keith's cock crown. Keith let out a grunt and stabbed downward with his cock. Usher heard a ripping sound inside her. His ass was on fire with pain! He felt as if he had been stabbed in the ass by a red hot poker and something in him had been dislodged and released in that intimate violation. He screamed bloody murder; his eyes welled with fresh tears as he wept in his agony. "Should I stop? Does it hurt too much?" Keith asked in concern. Usher could already feel the intensity of the pain fading. "Deeper!" he howled. "Harder, Keith. You've made me your bitch, fucker, you better not stop until you're done!" Even though his cherry was gone it would still be no easy task to get all ten inches of that prick inside his tight ass. His inner ass walls were tight and tense from the lack of use. Keith had to pry them open with the head of his cock, stretching both the back wall and the side wails to full capacity if he was going to achieve the complete anal penetration they both sought. Keith pressed down very hard and still the tip of his thick cock only moved inside his friend's ass a fraction of an inch at a time. Usher could feel the sharp pain of his cherry-popping turning into a dull ache, an ache that blended perfectly with the ache of desire he was experiencing. In fact, he could feel the tip of his cock getting ever closer to the magic spot inside him. Then the tip of Keith's cock rammed into the magic spot that was Usher's prostate, and, just as Keith anticipated, Usher burst into an orgasm that was different from any other he had ever had - Usher's first deep-anal come! As Usher came the muscles at the sides of his ass relaxed as he all but forgot about the agony he had been in only moments before, so Keith found that he could slide his cock into Usher with greater ease. Usher lifted his feet up off of the bedspread and stuck his legs up in the air. He hugged at the sides of Keith's slim yet powerfully muscled hips with the insides of his thighs. He could feel the head of Keith's cock against the back wall of his rectum as Keith continued to fuck him hard. As Keith plunged down as hard as he could, Usher's asshole walls gripped at the base of Keith's cock. Usher bucked up his hips each time Keith plunged down until their loins slapped together rhythmically as they fucked. It got to the point where Usher was having difficulty determining when one orgasm ended and the next one began. They ran together. It felt more like he was having one continuous mind-boggling orgasm than it felt like he was having a series of shorter climaxes strung closely together. Usher could tell that those orgasms were not going to stop until Keith ended the act by spilling his seed deep inside his ass where it belonged! He didn't bother counting his orgasms after a point; he could only think of the awesome pleasure that was filling every inch of his body. Keith could feel the pleasure getting steadily stronger at the base of his cock. He could tell that he wouldn't be able to fuck for much longer. He could tell by the acuteness of the arousal that he would soon pop his rocks. Usher could tell by the frustrated little sounds Keith was making at the back of his throat that the man would come soon. Keith shifted his fuck thrusts into high-gear Usher screamed. He then let out a cry of joy as he felt Keith's cock exploding inside him and this sensation triggered his own final orgasm of the fuck. As they came together, Keith unloaded his huge wad of creamy come into Usher's seething hole, bathing the internal walls of the man's ass with hot spunk. They trembled together and clutched at one another as if the world were about to come to an end. And then it was over. The nurse gasped when the large and intimidating man stepped out the same time she was about to turn the knob of the door. "You shocked me!" she gasped, couldn't help flirting when she saw the man coming out from the ward. Usher's friend was the talk of the staff and all agreed that it was a sin for a man to look that sexy. Keith only smiled and the nurse felt her heart skip a beat. "I think you will find Usher in a much better mood," he only said and walked away, whistling happily. The nurse, curious, walked into the ward. Usher poked his head out from the shower room. "Hello there, sweetheart!" he said to her. "Lovely day, isn't it? I can't wait to go out and see the world!" The staff all agreed that Usher's turnaround was nothing short of a miracle.