THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB Robert 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 "My best fuck?" Robert Charles Frisbee studied the fumes rising from a cigarette stub in the ashtray at the center of the table. "It was during college." It was an ungodly hour and tongues were loosened by alcohol and the melancholy that often accompanied the late hour. Four men at the table were alone not by their preferences. Jason Patric's young man Dawson had gone camping with his friends - younger, fun friends who didn't want a thirty-two year old man coming along, much to Jason's ire. Bob Downey, Jr's man was in Europe on some business trip. Rupert Everett and Rob were still single. Jason had just finished describing a tradition in his high school football team. The one who caused the game to be lost would be banged by every other player in the locker room. Jason maintained that Dawson was still the best, but at the same time, he had more fond memories of one gangbang he took part in for a man who claimed that it was just second best in his memories. Rupert described a quickie in a toilet cubicle with the one that got away - someone called Benjamin Bratt, who eventually decided that his future as a political candidate was more important than Rupert. Bob Downey remembered fondly a stablehand in his father's ranch. Now it was Rob's turn. He didn't feel like telling the truth, but the late hour and the melancholy were making him mushy. "My twenty- third birthday. You know how guys can be. They ganged up on me, blindfolded and gagged me, and tied me like a fucking Jesus Christ on the wall behind the pulpit in the college chapel. I shouted until I was hoarse to be released, but no luck. And then..." He hesitated. "Someone came... and did things to me." "That's it?" Jason growled. "Yeah, that's it. I know he was a guy - I can feel his whiskers on my skin. He wanted to release me, because I can feel his touch as he worked on my bonds. But then he kissed me, and next thing I know, he was sucking my cock like a pro. And then he rode on my cock until I almost fainted from coming so hard. There, that's my best fuck. Happy now?" He felt violated that he had shared his most intimate memories, even if it was to his close friends. "That is the most arousing fuck story I have ever heard," Rupert said most sarcastically. "Don't blame Rob," Bob Downey said. "Look at him. He has emotional investment in that fuck. I bet you tried to ask around and find that guy, but you never did, right?" "No, I never did." Rob wished he hadn't brought up the story. It aroused too many demons. It reminded him of the only time when he was free to give in to his passions, when he was free. He would give anything to be free again. ONE Brennan Swain, the man Rob was mulling over that night four months ago, fell in love at first sight at the island of Sonara. It was the sandy beaches, the abundance of tropical rainforests, and the promise of a new life away from the mess he left behind in New York. Sonara was currently the object of a three-pointed dispute by nearby Indonesia, Malaysia, and the Phillipines. Each country wanted the island's abundant timber and oil reserves. The current standoff was the only thing preventing the island from being plundered. The Wildlife and Conservation Research Center knew its days were numbered on Sonara. Soon, the ASEAN would step in to mediate the dispute, and Sonara would soon be somebody's territory. Until then, the researchers were determined to do all they can to petition, study, and safeguard the island's natural wealth. Somewhere on Sonara, Robert Frisbee was fighting a losing battle. Brennan Swain, corporate lawyer, was here to act as a legal advisor. He didn't know he would be working with Rob, or he would have rejected the offer. He didn't know until it was too late, and now he was scared. He had lusted after Rob when they were friends from high school to college. They had been good friends since they were forced to be lab partners and learned what a good team they made. Rob provided the drive and enthusiasm Brennan never had, and Brennan reined Rob in when he threatened to work them all into a nervous breakdown with his need to succeed and excel. Brennan respected and envied Rob for his steady enthusiasm and unflagging optimism. Rob was waiting for him at the shore. Brennan lifted his heavy backpack and waded into the shallow waters to make his way ashore. Rob's local helps were already unloading the rest of Brennan's things. The man was even more attractive than Brennan remembered. That pretty face had aged, the smooth planes wornout by responsibilities and obligations to give Rob an attractive allure only maturity could bestow. The man was bulkier now in his muscular body, no doubt from the many physical labors his job made him to. Those huge muscular arms stretched the seams of his sleeves to the limit, and the faded jeans he wore seemed spray painted on his muscular thighs. And oh yes, that always large, fascinating bulge in his crotch, which seemed to have grown with Rob's other muscles, was beautiful now in jeans as when back in the old days in football uniform, gymnast tights, or rowing shorts. Brennan's blood sang, every senses in his body hummed in awareness of Rob's devastating beauty. It was a mistake, he thought miserably, even as his body protested the notion. He'd thought five years and the lovers he had ever since could erase the memory. Who was he kidding? Rob smiled in genuine warmth, and Brennan's lips curled into a smile in instinctive response. "Brennan, it's so good to see you," Rob greeted warmly, and embraced Brennan in a crushing bear hug. "Hey, put me down, you bear lug," laughed Brennan, playfully punching at Rob's chest. Damn, they were already going back to their old style of banters and mock insults, and just seconds after their reunion. Brennan knew with a sinking feeling that he had just gone beyond the point of no return. And damn if it didn't feel so good to be a condemned man. "The rest have gone back to their home countries for Christmas," said Rob as he studied the way Brennan's jeans stretch taut over the man's buns as Brennan bent over to push his suitcase under the bed. "I don't like the winter in New York, so I'm here. The only one here apart from the locals until early January." Brennan hit his head hard on the bed. "You okay?" Rob asked, making to squat on one knee beside Brennan. "Oh, I was just clumsy. Just you and me?" "You looked nervous," commented Rob. "Yes, I am. I'm always nervous when I start something new, and this is a new thing for me." Brennan dusted his jeans, but he didn't fool Rob with his affected nonchalance. Rob let that pass. He was glad Brennan was here. Already he felt freer, lighter, now that his one best friend who had always been there for him was here. He didn't know how much he missed their camaraderie until now. He didn't know how much he found Brennan attractive either. As was his way, he adjusted immediately Brennan's place in his life. Yes, Brennan was still a good friend, but Rob now also placed Brennan under the potential lover list. His urgency, which he hadn't felt for a long time in his uphill fight to save Sonara, returned full-force. He wanted Brennan, he realized. Now. But Brennan had taught him one important lesson in life - patience. He would wait, take his time, he decided. He would be nice to Brennan, and when he saw an opening, he would move in for the kill. TWO Brennan pulled himself out of the water and staggered to collapse on the cave floor. He wasn't used to diving this far and deep yet, despite two weeks of learning. Behind him, Rob fluidly climbed out of the water, carrying a water-proof case of food. Brennan hadn't imagined there was so much work to be done. There were always phonecalls to be made, legislature to be studied, irate politicians to placate... yet, instead of panicking, he was actually humming with excitement as he tackled each problem head- on. It was Rob, he realized. Rob was there, and with Rob's trust and support, Brennan could do anything. Today, they'd decided to take the evening off to explore the island. This meant Rob stripping down to his shorts. Brennan wished he could be like Buddha, immune to human desires, but he couldn't. He wanted it bad, so bad, that he was grateful for his dark shorts that hid his erection well. "This cave is lovely," Brennan said, desperately trying to distract himself. The cave was lovely, like the rest of Sonara. "It's my secret hang-out. I found it, and it's mine." Rob lay on his back beside Brennan and closed his eyes contemplatively. "It's peaceful here. When things get too much for me, I'll swim here and just lie down and relax." "Then I shouldn't be here, invading your privacy like that." Rob laughed softly. "Haven't you notice? The last two weeks, I have let you invade all my personal space. You have all access to my life. I let you." "You're scaring me with such talk, Rob," said Brennan. "I scare myself sometimes. We are friends again, just like the old times," Rob said. "Yeah," Brennan said, smiling softly. Rob opened his eyes and returned the smile. "Then it's your fault." "My fault?" Brennan asked. "Yeah, your fault. I don't want you to leave my life again. I need this friendship, Brennan. I need you too. And I also want you. Do you understand me?" Rob raised his upper body and took Brennan's hand in his. "I'm in love with you, my friend." "Oh, fuck." "Oh, fuck indeed." Brennan took a deep breath. "I'm in love with you too." Rob's grin widened. He was never more beautiful now, Brennan realized. Rob was radiant with joy, and he was never more beautiful then he was then. Brennan was moved - it would be so easy to wish to make Rob as happy as possible. "But?" Rob urged Brennan on. "I have - ummmph!" He couldn't finish the sentence, not when Rob kissed him there and then. Kiss - what a trivial word to describe the fiery mating of their tongues, tender yet urgent. Or the way Rob held Brennan's back as his other free hand caressed Brennan's face and chest. Or the way Brennan's hands remembered and refamiliarize themselves with Rob's body, moving over muscular pectorals and small but taut and succulent nipples, hard washboard abs, and the shallow indentations of Rob's pubis - oh, he remembered, and he wanted to weep at the memory. "You!" Rob gasped as he broke off the kiss. "You're my 23rd birthday guy." "I was about to tell you before you attacked me like that," Brennan told him. "I found you - at last." There was relief and profound wonder, not anger, in Rob's voice. Brennan wanted to answer, but he cried out when Rob's thick cock pushed open his ass pucker and forged in with a soft, wet tearing sound. Brennan spread his legs, clamping them around Rob's hard- muscled waist as he tightened his anal grip on Rob's cock. Rob shuddered from the unbearably tight and wet ass he was in - he bore his hips down, spearing Brennan so completely that Rob's pubes meshed with the fine hairs lining Brennan's anal pucker. Then he withdrew slightly, and started fucking the man under him in hard pumping rhythm. Like they lived, their coupling soon fell into a perfect rhythm as Brennan met Rob every way. When Brennan came, Rob was there, holding him and kissing his eyebrows as he murmured soothing sweet nothings. When Rob came, Brennan was there, accepting every inch and every drop of him. "You're not mad at me?" Brennan asked Rob. "No. Maybe a little. If you have stayed, we wouldn't have wasted five years. I looked for you, did you know? I asked around, but no one knew." Rob lathered jelly peanut butter on his bread and took a bite. He might be a rich man's son, but he had simple tastes in life. "I thought we will never see each other again. I wanted to make money, and you wanted to see the world. So I had to have you one time," said Brennan. "I'm sorry." "I'm not." "I left New York because I had a bad nervous breakdown. I didn't know I'll find you here, but I'm glad I did." Brennan sighed. "I should warn you, though, I may break down too one day." "That's okay. I'll just help you pick up the pieces." Rob shrugged. "Don't look so surprised. When I came here to work, I learned soon that I couldn't just keep pushing forward like that Mack truck you used to call me. I actually broke down and cried once, until I remembered how you used to tell me to take it slow." "I think we'll actually work fine," Brennan said aloud. "You bet," said Rob happily. "You forgive me for taking advantage of you that night?" "Yeah, but not for leaving me there after you've had your fun. The poor Brother opted for early retirement when he saw me the next morning, naked and covered with jizz." Brennan shouted his laughter as Rob pounced on him and started wrestling and tickling him. He was a crafty fellow, however, who deftly took Rob's cock in his mouth and calmed Rob down instantaneously. In fact, when Rob came, he actually purred. EPILOGUE "That's it? No drama, no grand conflict? Just - " Rupert made a gesture of his fist whacking his palm. "Just that and that's it?" Rob just nodded. "Man, this is boring," Jason Patric grumbled. "I wish my own story was as boring," he admitted, self-loathing still evident in his voice regarding how he treated Dawson once. He still couldn't forgive himself long after Dawson had. "I like my own story the best," Bow Downey declared. "Then again, bottom guys always have the best stories. You top guys are all so predictable - sex, sex, sex, and then the obligatory psychoanalyzing and wham! Love." "I was in love with Brennan long before we had sex," Rob pointed out. "And me Dawson," Jason growled. "So you say. But what is more interesting? A meek bottom guy taming a ferocious top guy, or a top guy waxing sweet saccharine because he's - ugh - in love? Think about it." "Brennan's being interviewed by the Times," Rupert said to Rob, hastily changing the subject before blood started to spill. "That's right. And last week he and I were at the White House," Rob said proudly. "He's way more zealous about this nature saving thing than you are now," Jason said. "Yeah, doesn't that gall you? He's having more success than you were in the last few years," Bob Downey pointed out. "Hey, he's a lawyer. I'm just a simple biologist who has lived for so long among the wilds that my manners are rusty. But how do I feel? Like a proud and happy husband," Rob admitted cheerfully. "He's such an amazing guy, isn't he?" "I'm going to be sick," Rupert declared. "Don't worry, you're next," Jason told him. "Not me. Never me," said Rupert confidently. The words echoed around the room, like an ominous omen.