Gay Erotic Stories

So there we were. At Jos's sex club at last and the butterflies in my stomach were swarming. If you want to know how I got to this spot, you'll have to read Hot Hitchike, Orgy Introduction and Mikey and Me - it's the true story of how I got involved in the gay scene in Perth, Western Australia, circa 1975. but everything had been leading up to this point, the monthly orgy at a converted warehouse on the outskirts of South Fremantle. This one was being held on a Sunday afternoon; others were on Friday or Saturday nights. It all came down to the whim of the establishment's owner, Jos De Vries, restaurateur and arch-manipulator of men. There was little in the way of outlets for gays in Perth and Fremantle (Perth's port) in those days. One winebar and a couple of nightclubs of which only one was run as a purely gay venue. So the attraction of Jos's place was obvious: safe, clean discrete, protected by the cops (two of whom were regulars and senior in the force) and with everything a sex-obsessed gay boy needed. It was a cool autumn afternoon as I got out of my friend Barry's Ford Fairlane. My sometime lover Paul also got out and waved to Peter on the door. Peter had almost split me in two with his Coke can of a cock once, but I liked him and blew him a kiss. He grinned back. Barry didn't look at Peter, who had once raped him on Jos's orders, payback for being an arrogant jerk once too often. We had arrived early to help set up and Jos's right-hand man, Arthur, was inside busy barking orders at some wasp-waisted queens who, presumably, were the serving staff. "Darls, good timing," he shouted. "One of you connect up the kegs will you?" I'd worked in various pubs so I got on with that while Paul and Barry loaded the fridges with glasses. From the bar that ran down one side of the room, I looked around me: you'd never know this was an old tanning shed. Near the main entrance was a changing room with showers, douche facilities and lockers but the main area was like a night club, except with a few octagonal vinyl padded beds dotted around and a sling in one corner. There was also something that looked like a low slung motorbike without wheels and some passages that led off to dark rooms and private alcoves. There was a small stage and dance floor and a good sound system. It was also comprehensively sound proofed. You could moan all you wanted, shout at the top of your voice as you came and nobody outside would hear. I expected to be doing quite a lot of moaning. Just the thought of what might happen was making me hard. By the time I'd finished with the kegs of beer and Paul and Barry had done the glasses, Arthur was standing in the middle of the room with his hands on his hips and a satisfied look on his face. "Very nice, ladies, very nice," he told his staff. I came to learn that he was an odd one, Arthur, very house proud where the club was concerned. He'd worked for years as a maitre'd for Jos but tired of the hours and jumped at the chance of managing the club when Jos had the brainwave to set it up. He was camp but seemed strangely uninterested in the goings-on once the party started. My friend Mikey told me that after one long session in the sling, and with an arse full to the brim with cum, he'd dropped on to wobbly legs and inadvertently leaked a load on to the floor. Within seconds, Arthur was there with a cloth, wiping it up and muttering along the "I don't know why I bother" lines. Another time, someone had tried to pull the fully clothed Arthur into a mass of writhing, sucking, fucking men on one of the vinyl beds and he'd squealed that he was far to busy to bother with that nonsense. Jos thought that Arthur was embarrassed by the goings-on. I thought he was what you might call a "non-combatant". But what mattered was that he ran the club brilliantly. Jos liked to theme his parties and this one was called "Undies on Sundays" so guests had to wear nothing more than underpants - I had decided on a little less, opting for my black jock strap matched with a pair of eight-hole Doc Martens. Paul, Barry and I were getting changed - and I was patting my arse dry after a thorough douching - when the door to the changing room opened and two women walked in, both quite tall end elegantly dressed. Women? I gawped at them and the older, in her early-30s and dressed in a leopard print pant suit with a matching head scarf, stared back at me with more than a touch of disdain. Her companion, in her 20s and wearing cut off denim shorts and a cropped top, saw the look on my face and laughed. "Don't worry Mia, he's probably never seen a woman close up." I looked at Paul and he grinned. "Rob, this is Mia Mills and Katie Bancroft. Mia's husband is Ronald Mills, who owns Links and about 10 hotels." Links, of course, was Perth's gay nightclub, in fact Perth's best nightclub, and loved by gays and straights. It surprised me that it was owned by a straight and I still didn't understand why two women were at Jos's sex club. My confusion was obvious and Mia rolled her eyes at me. She grabbed Katie, pulled her close and kissed her while cupping and massaging her buttocks. Then she slid her hand under Katie's top and tweaked one of her nipples. "Understand now?" she said to me. "And my husband will be here soon. He's heard all about you from Jos and will want to fuck you right up your pretty little arse. Don't disappoint him." I still had a lot to learn about the gay scene but quite how I'd got this far without being aware of Ronald Mills was a mystery, at least to Paul who filled me in as we stood by the bar. Mills and Mia were bisexual and had a marriage that couldn't have been more open. She liked to watch him fuck boys, he liked to watch her being fucked by other men and he particularly liked watching Katie get to work on his wife. Ron had set up Links as a sound business venture but also as a way to pick up boys. It was also where Mia met Katie and legend had it that within 20 seconds of seeing each other they were tongue wrestling and within a minute had left the club for a flat Katie kept nearby. When they hadn't emerged after three days, Ron used his key to get in and found the girls fast asleep and the room stinking of sex and body fluids. "They're movers and shakers in this town," Paul said. "I like Mia, she's funny, but Ron can be a prick when he doesn't get what he wants. Not that it happens very often." By this time the club was starting to fill up. Mia and Katie, wearing G-strings and tiny bras, were chatting on a sofa with a middle-aged man who Paul told me owned Perth's biggest car dealership. Other people sipped drinks at the bar or wandered around the room eyeing off other guests. I was getting a lot of attention and most people said hello to Paul and Barry as a way being introduced to me. I guess I was fresh meat. I heard a lot of names and forgot them all. To be frank, I was bored. It was like being at some very dull pub on a Monday night. "Paul, this is a drag," I complained. "Why don't you fuck me and get everyone in the mood?" Paul shook his head. "Nothing happens until Jos gets here and he's usually the last one in. He likes to create a little tension." So we waited. To my surprise another three women arrived and a collection of men of all shapes, sizes and ages up to about 50. A tall saturnine man arrived and kissed Mia and then Katie: Ronald Mills. Mia said something to him and he turned and looked hard at me, without smiling. I felt like something on the menu. I'm not a good judge of numbers but I reckon there were between 80 and 100 people in the room when the doors opened and in walked Jos, wearing a long fur coat and a broad smile. He dropped the coat into Arthur's arms and, standing in only a leather G-string and black high heels, put his hands in the air and said: "Let the fun begin!" There was a roar of approval, the sound system kicked in, blaring out Hot Chocolate's "You Sexy Thing", and people danced, embraced or made a beeline for a likely partner. Half the room seemed to be heading my way with hungry looks in their eyes. I gulped. What counted as rape in a situation like this? Paul was at my shoulder and handed me a red handkerchief. "if you don't want action, tie this around your neck." I put it on and my admirers stopped and then moved off looking for other targets. "Well, that worked," I said. I noticed quite a few people also wearing the handkerchiefs, which were kept in bowls along the bar. "Some people like to take breather and check things out before they get going," Paul said, tying a handkerchief around his own neck. "If you try to grab someone wearing one of these, Peter will chuck you out and that's it, you'll never get back in. Ever." It was a good idea and gave me time to get my bearings. I saw Jos working the room, greeting friends and playing the grand host. Mia and Katie were talking to the other three women, all of whom were staring at Mia's tits. Those on the dance floor were busting their moves, which were becoming increasingly sexual. There was a lot of what these days would be called twerking, with the most enthusiastic exponent being my new friend Mikey, who was rubbing his arse against the stiffening cock of a well-built man in his 30s who I recognised as a recently-retired football player. An older man was trying to guide a rather small cock into Mikey's mouth but Mikey was too busy looking over his shoulder and winking at the footballer. I wandered around the room taking it all in, the sights, sounds, colour, the excitement. You could feel the energy. Mikey was deep-throating the footballer on the dance floor, a chubby man in his 40s was on the motorcycle contraption with his arse high in the air waiting for a stab of pleasure, while Barry was leading a fey young man to the sling. On the other side of the room, Mia and Katie were naked and kissing on the sofa while one of the other women knelt between Mia's legs and ate her pussy. As Mia pulled her knees up to her chest, Kate stood on the sofa astride her and lowered her cunt on to Mia's upturned face. The other two women, and some men, stood watching and playing with themselves. Paul appeared at my shoulder and nodded towards the women. "Do you find that erotic?" I shrugged but I have to admit it was a turn on. Katie and Mia were beautiful women with great bodies - and they clearly knew how to get pleasure out of them. "I've fucked Mia a couple of times," Paul said with a smug grin on his face. I stared at him, shocked. "She likes cock from time to time and I don't mind an occasional pussy. She's good at it as well, as good as you." "Did Ron know about it? Would he mind?" Paul shrugged and smirked. "I don't think so. He was fucking Mikey on the bed next to us and didn't complain." It seemed there were no rules or conventions in this new world of mine and I wondered what other surprises were ahead. By now the smell of sex was in the air and my cock was starting to stand up. Paul noticed and patted me on the shoulder before untying the handkerchief around my neck. Then he squeezed my arse and said "Go get 'em, Tiger." I took a deep breath and stepped away from the bar. Almost immediately someone grabbed my wrist. Ronald Mills. Of course. "Come with me," he said and led me over to where Mia was being worked over by the girls. Her eyes were hooded, she was breathing hard but now it was Katie eating her out while two of the other women sucked and played with Mia's breasts. A middle-aged man watching and wanking himself grunted and squirted a load of cum on to Katie's back but she was too involved with Mia's clit to notice. Ron stood behind me as we watched and I could feel his hard cock pressing against me. I arched my back and raised myself slightly on the balls of my feet so that Ron's knob slipped between my buttocks, nestling warm and hard against my hole. He put his arms around me and kissed my neck while massaging my nipples. I looked at Mia and she looked back at me, her eyes suddenly widening and her mouth opening as she came hard, her thighs clamped around Katie's head. As the orgasm gradually waned, she smiled at me and blew a little kiss. Ron led me away but bypassed the vinyl beds and took my down one of the dark passages off the main room. This was new territory for me and I could see there were smaller rooms left and right, each with a padded vinyl bed or two and dimly lit with a soft blue light. Ron chose one and sat me down on the bed's edge while he stayed standing in front of me. His cock was good, quite thick and uncut, which was unusual for those days. He slid back his foreskin and said,"take it". Paul had told me I was a first-class cocksucker and I always sucked cock like I'd like my cock to be sucked. I used my lips and my tongue, particularly around the knob, and varied the speed and the depth of my sucking. But I also stroked and tickled the sack and teased the arsehole, sometimes slipping in a finger when my lover was close to coming. By and large I'd rather fuck than suck, but a mouthful of cum is still a sign of a job well done. I was giving Ron my full repertoire of tricks and he gasped and pulled his cock out of my mouth. "Too soon," he said and pushed me back on the bed, peeling off my jock strap. He'd been naked from the start. He lay on top of me and started kissing my chest, neck and then my mouth. I ran my hands gently up and down his back and then held the back of his head as his tongue explored my mouth. Gently at first, he began to thrust against me and his cock was rock hard against mine. I opened my legs like the slut I am, lifted my knees and moved my body so Ron's cock slipped down and between my buttocks. "I want you," I breathed in his ear. He looked at me and for the first time smiled, then reached up to a shelf above the bed where there was a bottle of lube. Kneeling between my legs, he rubbed grease on to his cock and then into my arse before hooking my legs over his elbows. As he leaned forward to kiss me, my knees were drawn up and his knob pressed against my hole. Then, with exquisite timing, he slipped his tongue into my mouth and his cock into my arse. My moan was muffled by his mouth against mine and I reached down and grabbed his buttocks, pulling him into me all the way. He began to hump and as he picked up a rhythm, his balls slapped against me, one of the sweetest sounds in the world. He was breathing too hard to keep kissing me and pushed himself up on his elbows, which allowed me to use my core strength to push my arse against him with every thrust of his cock. My fingernails were sticking into his buttocks and we were looking into each other's eyes. We rocked and rolled like that for quite a while, me altering the angle of my arse, him varying the speed and depth of his thrust, dropping down from time to time to give me slow kisses. But I could feel the tension in him building. "Cum deep inside me," I told him - yeah ok, I told them all that - and he started to really pound me, his body hitting mine with wet slaps. His breathing was coming in short gasps and his muscles were beginning to tense. He was close. As his eyes shut and his mouth opened, I pushed my arse hard against him and tensed my internal muscles, gripping his cock just as Ron half groaned, half shouted and shot his load inside me. He collapsed into my arms and I wrapped my legs around him, keeping him inside me as he lay gasping. I could feel his cock bucking and as much as I loved the feeling, I wanted to get my hands on my own tool. "Lean up a little," I whispered and he pushed himself far enough up so I could reach my cock and start jerking off. With his prick still inside me, it took no more than 20 seconds of tugging before, with a long "nnnnnnnnnnnnnn" I shot my load on to my stomach. And at that point someone started applauding. In the dim blue light I saw Mia and Katie in he doorway, Mia leaning against the frame and Katie resting her head on her shoulder, one hand massaging Mia's left breast. Hon," Mia said to Katie, "if he fucked me like that, you'd be out of a job."