THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB Randall 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. 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.