THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB
Randall

Written by Lady Poetess
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story has no resemblance to anyone dead or alive.

PROLOGUE

Randall Holt Barnes watched as his ex-wife Cordelia nervously lit
another cigarette - her third in the one hour they had been
together in this motel room. She slapped away his hand when he
reached for her breast and moved to sit farther from him on the
bed. Randy sighed and spread his legs so that he could peel off
the rubber from his dick. His dick had began softening now that
there was clearly no going for a third round with Cordy. The
rubber joined two more in the trash basket beside the bed.

"I want Jamie to live with you," Cordy said.

Randy bit back a curse. "I can't, Cordy," he said. He wondered
whether their wild fucking was Cordy's idea of sweetening him for
her coup de grace. Damn, here he was hoping that Cordy was just
sweet on him. He liked Cordy. Their marriage was a mistake, but
they had some good times together. It was a mutual decision for
them to end their marriage three years ago as there was just no
point to it. They were both cheating on each other long before
they parted ways. "I'm very busy," he added.

"Bullshit!" Cordy walked into the shower. Her voice carried over
the sound of the shower being turned on. "I know from Peter that
your career is this close to falling down the shit hole."

"Peter Gordon? You're fucking Peter Gordon?" Randy exclaimed,
annoyed beyond belief that his ex-wife was screwing that son of a
bitch that rubbed his success to Randy's not-so-successful face.

"He's a step up from you," Cordy answered. "That's why I want you
to take Jamie from me. He's out of control and he's ruining my
chance with Peter."

"You want to marry that dipshit?"

"He's rich, he's successful, and he adores me," Cordy told him.
"What's not to marry. But I know if he takes one look at Jamie, he
will run the other direction. Jamie's living with you until I get
Peter to the altar."

"But - "

"I've told him you agreed and that useless fool had already taken
the first bus out. He's probably waiting for you at the doorstep
now."

"Damn it, Cordy, you don't play fair!" Randy protested.

"Yeah, consider this a payback for screwing my sister."

"Yeah? You screwed my brother first," Randy told her.

It was no use. Randy sighed as he sat on the bed after Cordy had
left. He was afraid to go back to his place and see his stepson -
Cordy's son - James Bell. Cordy had pointed out before she left
that Randy had not given her one good reason why Jamie couldn't
stay with him. Randy could tell her the real reason why, but he
doubted that it would placate her. "I fucked your son once, it was
a mistake, one that I had no intention of repeating" didn't seem
like it would cut it.



ONE

Jamie Bell spent his seventeenth birthday getting a blowjob from a
drunken old fool. He got a hundred bucks out of it, and it wasn't
bad, but it was still a shitty way to turn seventeen. Now,
seventeen years and two days old, Jamie paced the hallway outside
his stepfather's apartment, wondering whether he would die of
hunger before that fucker showed up. He wanted food, a bed to
sleep, and some good old fucking, and he would be damned if he
didn't come all the way here for nothing.

"Damn it, Jamie," Randy said as soon as he walked out of the
elevator.

Jamie grinned, only a little nervous. His pop was still one sexy
motherfucker, even in that disheveled white shirt and uncombed
light brown hair that fell down over his sexy green eyes. Jamie
looked down at his self consciously, at his tattered jeans that
were too tight and at his stained muscle T-shirt. This was the
outfit he'd worn because he knew he could get tricks that would
pay him for blowjobs to make his way all the way here. But now, he
knew he looked like a hustler. Okay, he was a hustler, but hell,
he wished he had dressed up nicer for daddy dearest here. The fact
that one could see the outline of his snake along his left thigh
might make Randy disgusted. Or maybe not. Jamie didn't care. He
threw his arms around Randy's neck - he had to jump a little to do
so - and kissed his stepfather hard on the lips.

Randy's tongue instinctively slipped past Jamie's lips before the
man could think, and Jamie groaned as Randy began kissing him back
hungrily. This kiss didn't stop later when Jamie was thrown onto
the bed. Randy broke the kiss only to sit up and ripped his shirt
off before claiming Jamie's mouth again. Jamie unzipped the man's
pants to pull out that enormous cock. He didn't have time to play
with it. Jamie lifted his legs high on the bed and screamed when
Randy's cock tore deep into his ass without any preliminaries.

"You came all the way here for this, didn't you?" Randy growled as
he began raping his stepson's ass.

"Yeah!" Jamie cried. "Oh, Randy, please," he begged as Randy began
ravishing his aching, needy body. Wild pleasure exploded all over
his body and he threw his head back and arched his back as he gave
a wild, uncontrollable scream of pleasure. And then the world went
black.

He came to with a pleasant, light sensation as if his soul was
calmed even as his body still tingled pleasurably with the
aftermath of his intense orgasm. Where was his dad? "Dad?" he
called as he groped around and realized that he was the only one
on the bed. "Hey, Randy?" he called, sitting up. "Come on, man,
I'm sorry I blacked out. Come over here and I'll suck your cock to
make up for it."

The door opened and Randy switched on the lights. Jamie's eyes
finally adjusted to the light to feast on Randy's magnificent
nudity. Jamie liked hairy men. He grinned cheekily as he reached
out and tangled his fingers in the fine hairs around Randy's
nipples. Randy chuckled and moved the boy's lips away from his
nipple reluctantly and nodded at the breakfast tray he had placed
on the bedside table.

"I guess I can stay here, huh?" Jamie said as he bit into the
sandwich hungrily.

"Don't chew and talk at the same time," Randy told him.

Jamie peeled the bread slices of the second sandwich apart. "Come
here, Dad."

"What is it now?" Randy asked.

He gasped when Jamie slapped the two slices of peanut-buttered and
grape-jellied bread on his cock. He watched as his stepson bent
down and gently eat what he laughingly called his cock sandwich.
Jamie's teeth gently nibbled lightly at the crown of Randy's cock
before taking a bite from the sandwich, and Randy thought he would
die from the delicious sensation of the boy's teeth lightly
scraping his cock and licking the jam from the sensitive underside
of Randy's cock ridge. It wasn't long before Randy's cock was once
more plunging in and out of his stepson's steaming boyhole, his
glistening cock shaft slippery and wet with his come. They
finished off with Jamie ejaculating all over several slices of
bread and the both of them sharing a delicious meal of sandwiches
between them.

"Happy belated birthday, son," Randy told Jamie later that day.

Jamie could only nod as his mouth moved greedily up and down his
stepfather's cock.



Once the sexual high was over, Randy's conscience finally made a
come-back to torment him. He watched as Jamie slept in Randy's bed
and winced with guilt as he remembered how they had spent the
entire day fucking their brains out. Randy's cock had always
gotten him in trouble but never like this. The moment he'd seen
Jamie, all his plans to send him back scatter when he saw Jamie
dressed up like some sexy young stud and all blood flowed from his
brain to his overheated cock.

He wasn't even feeling guilty for fucking Jamie. He was feeling
guilty because he felt no guilt, if he was making any sense here.
He didn't regret fucking Jamie's tight ass three years ago and he
sure didn't regret it now. In fact, he wanted to do it again.
Randy rubbed his erect cock absently as he considered his sleeping
stepson. Jamie had always been a beautiful kid and when he was
fourteen, he was already halfway to seducing Randy. He wasn't an
innocent kid at fourteen. Randy had caught Jamie drinking and
smoking even then, and once he had found a used condom in Jamie's
bedroom. Jamie knew what he was doing when he seduced his
stepfather three years ago.

"Randy," Jamie whispered as he turned in his sleep.

Randy touched the boy's forehead tenderly. Jamie was a wild kid,
always getting in trouble. Just like Randy, actually. Randy was a
wild kid himself.

He would get in trouble fucking Jamie if they were ever found out.
That was why he suggested to Cordy that they divorced - he was
scared that he was too weak to stop himself from repeating his
fucking Jamie. Now, well, he had nothing to stop himself from
fucking Jamie again and again until he had gotten Jamie completely
out of his system.

There was nothing wrong with that, the devil in him pointed out.

Oh no, he corrected himself, he had built up his self control and
discipline to come this far in life - he wouldn't fuck up by
giving in to his hedonistic side.

But this was Jamie, the devil reminded him. Randy let his hand
slip between Jamie's legs to caress the boy's still wet tight
pucker. Jamie, beautiful sexy Jamie, Jamie who was all wrong,
Jamie who now moaned as Randy's finger slowly inserted itself into
Jamie's sore and sensitized boyhole. Jamie, who opened his eyes
and grinned in triumph when Randy groaned in defeat and buried his
face between Jamie's legs. Jamie, who came beautifully when
Randy's hungry tongue and lips caused his cock and ass to throb
with pleasure, coming so hard that Jamie's semen splattered across
his chest in thick ropey smears.

And then Randy was pressing the thick crown of his cock against
that too-small boyhole, feeling it stretch as Randy's smooth domed
tip slowly pushed itself into that sensitive groove. Jamie bit
back an agonized cry as his flesh was stretched to breaking point
by his dad's thick, heavily-veined cock. The pain was always a
burning fire that could only be put out by Randy's thick come, and
Jamie would urge Randy to fuck him harder and harder, his hands
caressing and marveling at how Randy's stomach muscles would stand
out in tight contraction with each hard thrust of Randy's
powerfully muscled thighs between Jamie's thighs.

Jamie loved being fucked by his stepfather. He'd been fucking for
a while before he had Randy, but those kids he fucked were just
kids. Randy was a real man in Jamie's estimation, and none of the
men Jamie had since Randy measured close to Randy. When Cordy
brought home Randy and introduced the man as her husband, Jamie
almost died of jealousy. He still was jealous of his own mother
because Cordy was able to marry Randy and be his legal partner
while all Jamie had was one night, and even then, Randy was drunk.

But now, he had won. Randy wanted him and was now fucking him,
drunk only on his lust for Jamie. Randy was his - all his. And he
would make sure that Randy would never forget that ever.



THREE

"Mr Barnes, your stepson is calling for a meeting among the
staff," Alisha said. "You'd better come back and handle this
matter."

"What?" Randy exclaimed. "Why on earth is he - never mind, tell
him to stay there and wait until I return in - " he looked at his
watch. He could reach there in ten minutes if he drove like a
madman. "I'll be back in five minutes."

"Will do."

He liked Alisha. She was efficient, a useful PA, and best of all,
she didn't want to sleep with him. His last three PAs were
nuisances in that aspect. He didn't mind giving them what they
wanted, but he had learned long ago that having affairs with one's
own staffmembers would result in too much hassle to be worth it.
Nowadays he just fucked them and then fired them. He'd hate to
fire Alisha.

"What are you doing?" he asked Jamie as he closed the office door
behind him. "You caused me to get a speeding ticket."

Jamie was wearing what seemed like an ill-fitting shirt and
slacks. Randy recognized them as his clothes. He made a mental
note to take Jamie shopping later.

"Nothing much," Jamie said, making himself comfortable on Randy's
seat. "Mom said your business is cocked-up, so I came in this
morning to tell everyone my ideas on how to make this business
work."

"Oh, really?" Randy couldn't keep the disbelief from his voice.
"And what do you know about what I do?"

"Enough to know that you are sucking really badly at it," Jamie
tossed back. "I think we shouldn't compete with the big boys -
you'll really lose out at this stage. We should pay more attention
to that recycling shit. Waste disposal doesn't just mean throwing
away garbage. If we get rid of a few trucks and downsize a bit, we
can free some cash. I'm thinking of a print-on-demand service to
sell affordable non-copyrighted classic books to severely
underfunded libraries and schools, and we can branch out from
there."

Randy looked at Jamie in amazement. "You've been thinking about
this, haven't you?"

"Come on, dad, you know I'm crazy for you," Jamie pointed out.
"You are damned well aware of how I trailed after you like a
lovestruck pup when you were married to my mother. I want nothing
more than to live with you, have you fuck the shit out of me
often, and help you out here. Randy, tell me I didn't waste my
time taking that business class for nothing."

Randy could only gaze at this beautiful seventeen-year old boy and
finally kissed Jamie on the forehead. "You've grown up now."

"Yeah, I'm a big boy now," Jamie said. "I want to be a responsible
partner to my favorite daddy in every way possible."

Randy chuckled. "Get the fuck out of my seat and we'll talk."



Jamie tried to crawl away on all fours. Randy could gave a growl
and pounced on his stepson, causing Jamie to roared with laughter
as Randy reinserted his still hard cock against Jamie's playful
cries of mercy. "Mercy?" Randy growled. "You've been a bad boy,
son, and daddy's gonna punish you." He smacked Jamie's butt cheek
as he thrust his cock deep at the same time. "You're lucky you're
not my daughter, Jamie, or daddy will have knocked you up by now."

"Ooh, scary," Jamie answered in between harsh breaths. "I'll
remember that when I make you beg."

Randy snorted in disbelief.

Jamie pushed Randy onto his back and straddled the man and
proceeded to make Randy beg.

The phone rang just as Randy began pumping his load into Jamie.

Jamie couldn't resist - he reached and picked up the phone as
Randy clutched on to him, the man's fingers leaving red marks on
Jamie's shoulders as the man ejaculated into Jamie's boyhole. "Hi
mom," he said. "Dad? Yeah, hold on for a second."

"Jesus, fuck, Randy, don't tell me you're fucking Jamie!" Cordy
shrieked at Randy.

"Relax, hon," Randy told her as soon as he managed to get his
breathing under control. "It's not as if he's my son or anything."

"He may damned well be," Cordelia told him.

Oh shit.

"I knew Cordy since we were kids and we began fucking the moment
we could," Randy told Jamie later. "She got off and married your
dad and had you after that. Now she's saying that she wasn't sure
whether it was me or your dad that knocked her up. She never tried
to find out because she thought it didn't matter."

"Great," Jamie said as he pulled his knees to his chin and hugged
his legs. "Now she's saying you're my real father?"

"You do have my nose and my hair color," Randy said with a sigh.
"Damn, my cock has really gotten me in trouble this time."

"Yeah. And your fingers too, because they were frigging me only
minutes ago. And how about your tongue?" Jamie sighed, his action
an exact mirror of Randy's sigh a while ago. "What now?"

Randy hesitated. "I don't care if you're my son, Jamie. Once we're
started, I can't stop. If you want to end this now, you pick up
your bags and leave my house. That's why Cordy called. Peter wants
to meet you and she wants you back at her place. I swear, Jamie,
not even blood ties will stop me from fucking you."

"How romantic, dad," Jamie said and crawled up to Randy. Randy
touched his cheek and kissed his lips gently. "Let's just get a
DNA test and find out. And I want to stay here with you, not with
mom or Peter."

"DNA tests may not stop me," Randy warned.

"If that's the case, I don't think me moving to Alaska will stop
you either."

Good point.



"It's not a bad plan at all. It can work," Frederick Prinze, Jr
said. "I'm interested in investing a few million grand into this,
so meet me sometime for lunch and we'll talk."

Randy made a fist and punched the air. Yes! "Will tomorrow be fine
with you?" he asked calmly.

"Sure. Let me check - yeah, I can meet you at two o'clock."

Randy confirmed the time and suggested a great restaurant that
served amazing coffee and cakes. He was all grins as he walked
into his office. Jamie looked up from his telephone call. "Good
news," Randy mouthed silently to his stepson and walked into his
office, knowing that Jamie would soon join him.

Jamie was with the company for a few weeks now, and while there
were a few people that were skeptical of the boy due to his age,
soon Jamie proved them that he was capable of dealing with his
work. He wasn't officially an employee as he was underaged, but
Randy allowed the boy to deal with clients and bankers. A plus was
that Jamie might be seventeen but he looked older, maybe twenty if
he didn't shave. Jamie inherited the bullshit gene from Randy and
that boy soon was on first name basis with most of the people
Randy often dealed with daily. Even Cordy called and marvelled
that Jamie - who went back last weekend to meet Peter - was a
changed boy. Randy lied and told her that he wasn't sleeping with
Jamie any more.

Jamie walked into the office and shut the door behind him. Randy
pulled down the shades, uncuffed his shirt sleeves, and lay Jamie
down on the couch before moving over his stepson and down for a
kiss. Later Jamie remarked that the fuck stains on the couch was
really starting to show. Randy said he knew a discreet dry cleaner
that could do the trick, and had to placate Jamie's wild jealousy
that Randy had fucked other people on this couch before until
Jamie purred with pleasure and decided to forgive him.



"Hurrah. You're not my father," Jamie said as he passed the test
report to Randy. "Now we can fuck without feeling any guilt."

"I wasn't plagued by guilt," Randy said. "Were you?"

"Not really," Jamie confessed. "We're such bad, immoral people."

"Well, we are two bad immoral people that are so good together,"
Randy said, getting up from his seat and walking up to embrace
Jamie from behind. They looked outside the office glass pane to
the night outside. They had been working late often to save this
business. "I'm glad you decided to come live with me," he
whispered into Jamie's ears. "Sometimes I wonder what will happen
when I'm sixty and you're still in your early thirties. Will you
dump me for some younger man?"

"I can say no, but I don't think you will believe me now," Jamie
said.

"No, I won't," Randy admitted. "But I won't be unreasonable if you
move on to other men. You'll never love them as much as you love
me - I'm content with you."

"You arrogant bastard!" Jamie exclaimed, turning to look at Randy.

"Yes, son, that's what I am," Randy said agreeably and bent down
to kiss the boy.