Joining The Explorers Club
By Bald Hairy Man
This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a discussion of safe sex. If you have comments send them to winarch47@yahoo.com.
I was brought up in a small town well away from a big, or even large city. As far as I could tell there wasn't a gay man in the county, or in the neighboring counties. That might sound extreme, but having babies delivered by storks was a viable way to build the population if the information you got from school system was right.
I am Philip Marlowe. I went to college at a university in a much larger city. I got a degree in business and graphic art. There was no way to make a living as a graphic designer or artist in my home town. I moved to city of 200,000 people that served as headquarters for several corporations, I founded a company, Marlowe Ink, and did well. I tended to work for small companies on the way up. You night be small, but you wanted your promotional stuff to look like the sort company you wanted to hire. Marlowe Ink became a successful company.
The city had one or two gay bars, and several that were gay friendly. I accidentally met my partner when my neighbors house caught fire. My future partner Bill was a fireman. They had to fight the fire from my property and I was helpful. We met and hit it off. My house was a duplex. He lived on the first floor, and I lived on the second. We were best friends who had very different lives, but were sexually compatible. We could depend on each other. He died of a heart attack just after he saved a child from a burning building.
I lost a few designers from my firm left at the same time Bill died so work filled the time I had spent with Bill.
Three months after Bill's death an old friend, Norton, came to see me. Norton was an interior designer and florist. His special friend, Louis, was an organist and had recently died. Norton had the same client base as I did. He provided high quality design for up and coming businesses.
"This isn't a business call. It's sort of a social call, but if it offends you, please forget it happened," Louis said. "Several months after Louis died an old pal came to see me. He told me he was a member of a social group called The Explorers. He said it was a group of men who had lost their partners and got together every month or so to socialize."
"I told him I wasn't ready to start dating again," Louis explained. "My friend said that the group wasn't for dating. It was for sex, no strings, no commitments, no promises sex. The group exists to share pleasure and drain of sexual juices without any commitments or obligations."
"I thought this downright strange, but you may have guessed I still have a sex drive. I like sex but I don't want complications," he added. "I suspect you are in the same situation. A few close friends suggested that I tend to be superficial. I hope I haven't offended you."
"It does seem strange, but I'm not offended," I said. "I don't know what to think, but I will consider it." We talked a while and he told me they got together on the first Saturday of the month. I told him I would let him know before that.
Of course the whole idea was ridiculous and absurd. After thinking about it, I realized that for most men, just about anything sexual has some appeal. That was not true for me. When I thought more about it I realized that everything sexual had great appeal to me. I called him and told him I was interested. Norton told me that everyone at the party would have been tested. I had been recently tested for HIV at my last physical exam and I was clear.
A week later Norton picked me up and took me to the party. We drove to a high rise apartment house and went to the penthouse. The man at the door welcomed us. He introduced himself as Tommy. I didn't know him, but I knew of him; he was a stockbroker. His apartment had an exercise room that was a little larger than the first floor of my house. It was empty.
Tommy asked if I wanted to use my real name or a nick name for the party. At work I used Marlowe but I didn't want to be too overt, so I told him my parents called me Phil. There was a room where we stripped with lockers, a shower area, and a steam room. to the side. As we stripped several men joined us.
An older man came over to me. He was Santa like, except he was without the Santa belly. "Welcome to the Explorers," he said. "I am Billy. That is my real name, but the men who know me claim it's short for Billy Goat. That is a complete slander, but I am exceeding open minded. That openness applies to my ass."
I laughed and said, "I take it you are also shy and timid?"
Billy smiled and leaned close to me. "If I were to tell you that the men here are willing to give and take would you be surprised? Most of the hors d'oeuvres are made in the balls and served from the cock! The sperm can be sprayed across the body, be a nice snack in your mouth, or used to lubricate the deeper recesses of your ass."
"Everyone here feels that way?" I asked.
"Everyone can participate or not depending on his personal taste," Billy replied. "I should warn you that several men like to feast on used sperm drooling from a well used ass."
Another man entered, stripped and came over to us. "I'm Big Jack," he said. "You don't need to believe everything Billy says. It's all true, but it is relaxed here. What you do is up to you." Big Jack had the muscles of Fitness magazine cover boy. He was muscular, bearded, hairy and perfect in every way. He was five-feet-three inches tall. Every feature was perfectly in scale, except for six inches of soft cock.
"Is there any chance your nick name came from your cock?" I asked.
Big Jack laughed and said, "If you are a good sport, you will know that answer after my knob is on the dark side of your sphincter.
After everyone arrived and had stripped we went to the exercise room Tommy and made a little speech. "Welcome everyone. We have to visitors tonight, Phil and Oliver. Make them feel welcome. Please be careful this time. We almost had a trampling incident the last time we had visitors."
Someone called out, "It was the best day of my life!" The group laughed.
"I need to emphasize to the new men, this is a recreational group, not a singles club. Sucking a man's cum from his cock or letting a guy make a deposit deep in your ass is for pleasure only. It is not an engagement ring, or an invitation to move into the spare bedroom," Tommy said, he paused and added, "And now it's time for the games to begin!"
I just stood there, and a man I didn't know came over to me. "If you are interested in intense meaningless sex, I am the man for you! My name is Buddy, by the way," he said. I wasn't sure what to do, but the man dropped to his knees and began to suck my cock. I still didn't know what to do, but my cock had a clear plan. I made sure that the man sucking me felt welcome.
Buddy glanced up at me. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked.
"I'm not sure, but my cock is very happy," I replied.
"Is it to early to feed me your load?" he asked.
"I don't want to cum now, but I wouldn't mind getting close," I said. "Can you tell when a guy is getting close?"
"Most of the time I can, but I can't guarantee that," he said.
"Do you want me to take your load later?" I asked.
"That is not required," he said as he resumed sucking me. Buddy was an excellent cock sucker.
"Buddy, I'm beginning to think I would have no problem taking your load," I said as another man joined us.
"Since you are new here, I should tell you Buddy likes it in the ass," the man said. "It's best for him when you shoot off real deep."
"I like it deep too," I said. Why I said that I do not know.
"I'm Marco of Marco's House of Flooring. My motto is "How Low Can You Go." Since I've been coming here, I've discovered there are several lower levels of intense pleasure that I didn't know existed. I didn't know I could meet a perfect stranger and end up knocking on the doors of heaven as I did the fancy dance on his cock a half hour later."
"Was that with Buddy?" I asked. Buddy stopped sucking and stood. I sank to my knees and began to suck him with unexpected enthusiasm. My late partner, Bill's cock was longer than Buddy's, but his cock was thicker, Buddy's slit was wider and I could get my tongue into it. Buddy's precum was almost sweet. Eventually, I was on my back as Buddy fucked my mouth. Marco had my legs spread and had his fireplug in my ass. Essentially his cock was massaging my prostate. I was the filling of a fuck sandwich. We switched around several times.
We broke apart before the orgasms. Marco said he wanted to play around some before he shot his wad. I was shocked when I realized that I wanted to take Buddy's sperm sometime before the party was over. I was more shocked that I wanted to take it at all. I always suspected that I never completely drained Bill's balls. Somehow I had a feeling that I would eventually get all of Buddy's load.
While everyone at the party was anonymous, I sort of knew the next man who came over to me. He introduced himself as Studley, but I recognized him as Fair Weather, formerly the morning weather man on a local station. He had been handsome and popular when he was younger. He had begun to go bald, and tried some wigs. They became a laughing stock. He lost his job and now did voices for local television add.
The wig problem was faked. He was caught in a compromising situation with a young man. That man was the youth leader for a church, and that was too much for the station. The young man was twenty-five, and he made up a sob story about being abused by the wicked old guy. The young man later got in trouble with a fourteen year old, so he was very much a consenting adult, but Fair Weather was toast. He had a breakdown and disappeared for a while. Fair Weather was personable and in good shape for man nearing sixty. He was now bald and there was no trace of boyish good looks. Like many bald men his body was quite hairy. Sexually he was well equipped.
I have a warm spot for masculine older men. As a weather man he had been glib, and was prone to tell strange jokes about the weather. He seemed to be relaxed and affable now.
"If I told you that I get turned on by meeting a guy I have never seen before and want to get very intimate very fast, would you be offended?" he asked.
I glanced at his cock which was half hard. My own cock was nearly fully erect. "Naked guys have a hard time hiding their interests," I said.
"Somehow, when I was younger and new to the game, I got embarrassed at being fully erect, and I hardly noticed that the guy or guys I was with were in the same condition," he said. "I suspect we were all so self centered at that age we didn't notice the other guy. I wanted to be a star, and I wasn't prone to noticed the guy I was with anyway. I was happy if he got me off." He reached out and stroked my cock.
"Are you okay meeting a guy you don't know and getting involved sexually a minute or two later?" he asked.
"Not completely, but it isn't as much of a problem I thought it would be," I said.
"I really want to fuck some one," Studley said. "My balls are fully loaded, and I want warm place to deposit my special sauce."
"You're big." I remarked.
"Is that a problem?" he asked. I laughed and said no. Three minutes later I was in a sling in the corner of the room and he was exploring my ass.
Ass fucking can range from frantic pounding to a gentle exploration followed by an orgasm. Studley was relaxed and wanted to extend the experience. Two men came up and offered to give him a break. Studley looked at me, I nodded and he pulled out.
The first man told he he was called Pappy. I guessed he was in his seventies. He told me he had a Viagra enhanced erection and asked if he could cum in my ass. He started slow and then picked up speed. His multi-ejaculation climax was impressive. Pappy's body shivered and twitched with each ejaculation. That was exciting for me, a good for the onlookers too. Studley's cock returned to my ass as Pappy vacated it. Studley pushed Pappy's sperm deeper into me.
The other guy watching asked if he could had a chance to enjoy my ass. I didn't know who he was, but his voice was vaguely familiar. Studley looked at me. I nodded and the man with the voice put his knob in my well used ass.
"I am Solomon," the man said. I told him I was Phil.
"Are you ready?" Solomon asked. I nodded and a split second later his entire cock was deep in my ass. It didn't hurt at all. While I was sperm lubricated, I was surprised.
Since I was in a sling, my legs were stretched open and everyone knew I was well fucked. I should have been embarrassed, but I was rather pleased. Solomon had a big cock; I was skewered on it, and I felt great. I suddenly recognized my fucker's name. He was Rev. Thunder, the most popular radio preacher in the area. His full name was Rolling Thunder.
He leaned over men and whispered, "I don't think I can hold back. Do you want my cum deep in you?" I can pull out it that's a problem." I told him it would be fine if he shot off in my ass. I know for a fact those are the words I said to him, but I still can't believe I said them.
Rolling Thunder fucked me for almost ten minutes before he unloaded. Time seemed to stop as he ejaculated. I felt and loved each shot off. He pulled out slowly. Studley's cock quickly refilled my well used ass. The party was over an hour later I had been the belle of the ball.
When I got home I briefly worried that I had over done things. When I was younger I had been reserved and careful. I seemed to have lost my reserve and become wild and crazy. When I work up the next morning I expected that I would have cooled down and would feel embarrassed. That did not happen.
That afternoon, Norton called me and asked if I was alright. I said all was well and I had enjoyed it. "It's odd that my professional life is based in being imaginative and clever, but my personal life was was quiet and not at all wild. I seemed to have let my hair down."
"Several of the men mentioned you were a good sport." Norton said. "Let me assure you that is a compliment and not an insult."
"Is that a joke?" I asked.
"It's more of a quirk. It turns out that for some loving a man and loving his sperm are oddly intertwined," he said. "I assume you would like to attend another party?" I said yes.
"There was one man who asked if he could meet you privately. Solomon asked for your phone number. Would you like for me to give him your number?"
"He's not really my type," I said. "He was enjoyable, but I know who he is and that is not my thing," I said.
"Did I mention that the party is for sexual pleasure not deep conversations about life?" Norton said. We talked a while. I eventually told Norton he could give Solomon my number.
When I came to town years earlier I had seen Rev Thunder Rolling for Christ. Rev. Thunder was Rolling Thunder's father. Naming your son after your television program seemed to be close to child abuse to me. I assumed Rolling Thunder inherited the ministry after his father was killed by his girl friend's husband. That was a cause of considerable merriment at the time.
Apparently no one was surprised he was shot by an enraged husband, but no one knew which enraged husband would do him in. The Rev Thunder Rolling for Christ, organization faded away and was out of business shortly after the murder. Rev Thunder's recorded sermons were played on the radio at 3:00 AM Sunday morning.
Solomon called me a few days later. We talked some and a day later he came to my office. He had nothing to do with the church and now ran a trucking company. His company now had 45 trucks, and he was thinking about upgrading the company from the daily shopper type advertising to a look like a company on the rise. Some one at the party told him my firm specialized in that. We had a good conversation, and he understood what I was talking about.
When he left he asked if we might get together again. I said yes and mentioned he might visit me at home. He smiled and said he would like that.