The following is a work of fiction and is the property of the author. If you are looking to get off quick, read something else. This is a story about the inter-relationships of males of differing ages. It's a story with some sex, not sex with some story.
Pop
Chapter 19
Through the month of April, three distinctly separate elements overlapped each other to bring about a series of events. The first element involved the number of State Troopers who had taken memberships in the Health Club. I had committed to John and Cliff on the night we rescued Timmy, we would advise them of membership openings in the Club and Troopers would be given first chance to enroll. Although our membership turnover was at a very modest pace, over the course of these months some thirty memberships had been vacated and were immediately taken by Troopers.
As we were located in the designated city, where the Troopers were trained and the majority were based, there was a very large contingent. These new members were the very best participants we could have hoped of having. Many of them brought their sons to the Sunday activities and the younger members of the crew formed their own exercise groups, sharing our resources and trainers. Like any facility with a diverse membership, there were occasions when individuals became upset with one another and sometimes did not behave in the best of ways. Having half a dozen State Troopers in the building at the prime times of each day meant our incidence of actual fisticuffs was virtually non-existent.
As a group, the Troopers tended to stay together and not socialize a great deal with other members at first, but as they became more familiar with our staff and they got to know Dex and myself, they also started to identify with other members. The effect was good for us and good for the image and public relations of the State Troopers as well.
The second element of this scenario was brought into play by Billy. As mentioned previously, he was an advanced student of Karate and had attended classes at the Dojo of Master Ken Adamson for the past seven years. One April evening, Billy returned to the apartment, very upset about his Karate class. He brought a note from his instructor advising all students and parents that the lease on the premises where the Dojo was located was expiring and rather than renewing it, the owner was going to tear down the building and make it into a parking garage. Like all large cities, downtown property is expensive and parking is minimal. This was likely a productive business move on the part of the building owner, but it left the tenants with nowhere to go.
The downtown Dojo was an exception, as all of the other martial arts centers were located in the suburban areas where they serviced residents of a given section of the city. This announced closure left those who resided in the downtown with no options within walking distance or easy bus routes. For the past month, Billy had been taking Tom and Greg with him to his training sessions and both boys had grown interested in starting the training themselves. We endorsed this idea as an excellent self control and esteem builder as well as good exercise. Billy was very attached to Sensei Adamson and was very distressed at what appeared to be the end of his Dojo.
Discussing the situation with Dex, we came up with a proposal for Ken Adamson to maintain his presence and influence in the downtown area. We met with Ken and found him to be a likable man. He was a professional in the way he handled his business. I learned Ken had been an Olympic athlete in his early 20's and had earned several National titles and awards. We suggested to him he move his Dojo to our facility. Our gym was used only for organized activities on a scheduled basis and we could set aside the blocks of time he would use for his classes and only schedule other activities for times he did not require. In exchange for this, we wanted him to open his classes to any of our members who desired to sign up with him.
Ken could find no problems with our proposal and saw it as a way of keeping his downtown students. Within a week of our discussion, he had established his new Dojo in our gym and was conducting classes. Once his class schedule was posted, a number of our members signed up. We even asked Ken to teach a class on Sundays when the kids were in with their Dads. This became very popular. Within a month, Ken had full classes and was just as pleased with the move as we were.
The third element which came into play actually began when the club first opened. It involved the membership of one, Mr. Stan Fuller. Stan was referred to our facility by one of his accountants. Stan was the District Manager for a large insurance company, a position of some prestige and importance for which he was totally under qualified and ill equipped. It was speculated Stan gained and maintained his position by virtue of his sister's marriage to a Board Member of the company. No one was overly fond of Stan, especially those who worked for him. To compensate for his inadequacies, he was overbearing, rude and inconsiderate. Of the nine hundred Club members we dealt with, this was one of a very few even Dex did not like.
Stan's initial experiences with us had been a series of complaints and confrontations over things of no real consequence. Our staff and Dex handled him politely and provided him with as much facilitation as could possibly be allowed. This was not satisfactory to Stan and when Dex finally told him "No", he insisted on dealing with the owner. A meeting was scheduled.
At our meeting, before introductions were even completed, Stan began to regale me about the inadequacies of our facility and the rudeness of our staff, being especially venomous about Dex. I listened politely to him while he continued to tell me how mistreated he felt as he suggested he was entitled to at least a 50% refund of his fees to compensate him for his upset and inconvenience. He then explained to me what an important personage he was and that his good will should be considered as "dollars in my pocket".
"Mr. Fuller," I responded once he ceased talking, "this club's membership includes one City Mayor, 3 Borough Presidents, the City Controller, the College President, 2 Bank Presidents, 48 Members of various Board of Directors, 27 Doctors, a Hospital Administrator and the CEOs of 15 corporations. The complaints you have filed with regard to this facility are 50 times the total number of complains we have received from all of those people combined." He started to speak, but I held up my hand.
"You were not interrupted when you spoke and I expect the same courtesy. At a minimum I expect, you have used at least 15 times the amount of my staffs' time as any other member. There are actually 98% of our membership who have never had a negative comment or complaint. Yet they happily manage in the same facilities which you seem to find so intolerable." Again he tried to interrupt, but I put up my hand again and continued.
"I am prepared to refund 100% of your fees and we will offer your membership to one of the many people on our waiting list. This will save you from having to endure the hardship of returning to our facility again. Dex tells me your membership was paid for by your company, so to protect you from any misunderstandings regarding funds management, we will send a refund cheque directly to them." I saw a look of uncertainty cross his face.
"I don't want my membership canceled." he whined. "I'm just trying to help improve your facility."
"Unfortunately, your fellow members do not concur with the things you suggest." I replied.
"Well, maybe I just have much higher standards." he suggested. "Anyway, I don't want to leave, I just want my concerns addressed."
"You're not getting the message, Stan." I finally said looking directly into his eyes. "You are not welcome here any further. Your membership is being revoked. Read your contract. It's an option of the Party of the First Part. That's me. I don't need cause, I don't need notice, I don't even have to sit here and tell you." I could see from his expression it was finally sinking in. He was finally grasping the concept that we'd had enough of him. After a couple minutes he spoke. It was so softly, he could hardly be heard.
"Please, don't put me out." he asked. "Sometimes I get too pushy, but I really can't be put out of this Health Club. What will people think if they find out ? Give me another chance. I'll behave and not cause any problems." I called Dex into the office.
"Apologize." I instructed Stan Fuller looking straight into his eyes. He looked shocked, then glanced over at Dex.
"I'm sorry for the problems I've caused, Dex." He said quietly, but clearly. He stood to leave.
"Stan." I called out to him. He turned back to me. Without looking up from my desk, I told him, "He's Mr. Hyatt, or Sir, to you." He stood looking at me for a moment and then turning back to the door, exited.
"My Lord, Sir, what did you do to him ?" Dex asked in a shocked tone.
"He's on a leash from now on." I stated. "If he moves off the line, even a bit, he's gone." I meant it. One loud mouthed, trouble maker in a facility was a pain in the ass for awhile, but left to fester, discontent would become a growing sore. All we needed was six or seven guys to try to see who could outdo who in complaints.
The Stan Fuller problem seemed to disappear. He continued to attend regularly, hoping to make contacts which would help him in his job and social standing, but he maintained a much lower profile and we never heard another complaint from him again. He took pains to quietly make himself known to Dex or myself, if we were present when he was there, always nodding and greeting us, me as Mr. Merrill and Dex as Mr. Hyatt.
The three elements were all present about 8:pm one evening in late April when Sensei Ken finished with one of his karate classes and dismissed his students for the night. Billy had been working part time for Ken, assisting with some of the classes, so he stayed a little later to put some of the equipment away. Tom and Greg had been students in the last class and they stayed to help their big brother. Ken's students were welcome to use the dressing rooms and showers and many of the older teens and young men did so. Usually, the younger ones were collected by their parents, or went directly home before it got too late. Our boys normally just went up to their rooms to clean up which meant finishing homework and getting ready for bed.
Greg and Tom left the gym and Greg went up to the apartment while Tom went over to see if Brenda was still at the Snack Bar. She wasn't, so he went back and pushed the elevator call button. While he stood waiting, a man walked up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. It was Stan Fuller. When Tom turned around to see who was behind him, he was shocked to recognize the face.
"I've wondered a lot where you went to, `Alley Cat'." Stan said just above a whisper as he leered at him. "You sure look a lot better than the last time I saw you." Tom didn't know what to say. He recognized this man. He was one of George's friends. One who had used him a number of times to satisfy his lust.
Pop and he had talked about this happening. He knew he might at anytime meet up with one of the people George had allowed to abuse him. Pop had told him these were pathetic, imitation men. They were nothing to fear, they were more to be felt sorry for. Pop said, they were incapable of being in relationships of any kind and they had abused him to pretend they felt superior when they knew they were inferior. He looked at this man and was not afraid. He felt only disgust.
"Let's get together and see if you still purr when a real man is with you." Stan grinned at him.
"You're a sick bastard." Tom snarled at him. "You better get away from me before I rip your little balls off and shove them down your throat. If I tell Dex what you did to me, he'll kill you." Stan went white as a sheet. This was not the helpless kid who had been so manageable after George smacked him a few times.
"Now, wait a min......" Stan started to say.
"Dex." Tom called out, looking over to where his friend and protector stood at the Customer Courtesy Desk. When Tom turned back, he was alone and Stan's butt was disappearing into the locker room.
"What's up, my man ?" Dex asked as he came over and put his arm around Tom's shoulder.
"It's okay, Dex." Tom responded putting his arms around the muscular man and giving him a hug. "I can talk to you later about it." The elevator door opened and Tom stepped aboard. Dex watched the doors close, wondered what was going on, then went back to the desk.
This may appear to have been the event I mentioned, but in fact it is only the first half of it. What wasn't known to Stan, or Tom, or Dex was that Cliff and John had been talking, standing on the other side of a separating screen which sectioned the elevator entrance off from the main room. From their position, they had seen Tom enter the elevator hallway, saw Stan approach him, heard the conversation and watched Stan's rapid exit when Tom called to Dex. They had looked into each other's eyes and without speaking, decided something was going to be done.
John took off immediately to the locker rooms, while Cliff went into the main room to select a group of the Troopers who were disbursed throughout the facility, tending to their exercise routines. Dex didn't notice a few minutes later when Cliff, accompanied by five of his fellow Troopers, tromped through the locker room entrance. He also didn't notice the two Troopers who positioned themselves outside the locker room at each entry, telling members there was a problem inside and they would need to wait a little while before going in.
Inside the locker room, Stan Fuller had been relieved when he got there and found the area vacant. As he hurriedly reached his locker and began dialing the combination to his lock, the locker room door opened and a good looking young man came in. As the man passed him, Stan looked him over and noted the trim form and tight ass. The man glanced back at Stan, winked and gave him a slight smile. He stripped off his gym shorts and shirt, whisked a towel over his shoulder and turned for the showers. Once again he looked back and winked at Stan.
Stan Fuller was not an ugly man. His 6'2" frame gave him size. At 44 years of age he had a beer belly and a saggy butt which testified to the extra 50 pounds he carried and lack of exercise even with belonging to the Health Club. He was slightly bow-legged and tended to hunch forward when he stood. Brown hair, green eyes and a twenty year attempt to grow a mustache which never quite filled in properly gave him a look which did not attract much attention from the people he met. His 6.5 inch cock was his proudest possession, even though he lacked the experience or caring to make the best use of it.
Now a 6'2", blonde hair, blue eyed, 24 year old hunk was making eyes at him and his hormones, which were already stirred from seeing the "Alley Cat", forced him to delay his hasty exit and follow to the shower. He stood and watched as John soaped his magnificent body, sudsing his groin thoroughly and stroking his heavy, cut shaft as it grew to its full 7 inches and pointed straight up his belly. Stan was so engrossed in watching this robust, sexy stud he did not even hear the others arrive in the locker room. He was not aware of anything, except John's magnificent body, until Cliff stood beside him and spoke.
"Isn't he the sexiest man you've ever seen ?" Cliff asked. Stan looked at the speaker and saw this other strikingly handsome man was also standing watching the one in the shower. Stan didn't speak, he just nodded his head in agreement as he looked back to John, who continued to stroke his solid shaft.
"Any fool can tell men like him are so much more appealing than starved, abused, beaten, 14 year old boys, don't you think ?" Cliff commented. Stan froze realizing he was in trouble. He turned slowly and found a line of huge, muscled men stretched across the aisle behind him. They had all stripped off their exercise clothes and stood stroking their members. Each man sported at least 7 inches of thick, rigid cock and some of them appeared to be 9 or 10 inches in length.
"It's time for you to pay for some of the things you've done." Cliff informed him. "We've come to help you understand how the choices you've made and the things you've done have harmed and hurt others. I'd suggest you slip those clothes off and you can start over there servicing the guy in the shower." Stanley Fuller knew he would have no choice except to do as he was told, or suffer the wrath of the six massive men who were closing in on him.
Ten minutes later, the sentries at the locker room doors allowed access to the locker room as they joined those who had been occupying it and moved into the main Massage Room which was normally vacant and locked at that time of night. Two hours later, Dex noted two groups of Troopers leaving the Health Club. He waved and called `good night' to each group and paused as he thought he noticed Stan Fuller in the midst of one group of four. Before he could think any further about it, John and Cliff came up behind him and Cliff gave him a light smack on the butt. Dex turned and glared at him.
"Apparently your short memory has caused you to forget the consequences of such foolish actions, Boy." Dex growled at him playfully.
"I'm not too worried, now your a married woman, Sir." Cliff teased. "I don't think your husband would appreciate your sharing yourself quite as fully as you use to with us."
"You might be right, Boy," Dex retorted, "but he might be quite happy to redden a couple of kid's butts with me as a warmer upper to our own enjoyment."
"OOPS. I think you may have overstepped your limit, John." Cliff accused his partner.
"Don't try to drag me into this." John laughed.
"Remember the Boss' rule." Cliff replied. "If one falls, we both fall. And brother if I'm goin' down, I'm takin' you with me." All three men had a laugh.
Cliff and John came to see me the following day. We sat quietly in my office and they told me the entire story. They believed that bringing Stan before the courts would have been an experience which would have been harmful to Tom. They also felt what was done was more appropriate to the offense than putting Stan in a prison, where even in segregation, he would probably end up dead at the hands of other inmates. They in no way condoned any of his actions, but realized the realistic outcome if things were handled more traditionally. The final thing the group had told Stan was, if he did not seek out and attend counseling, they would again be meeting with him.
I learned later Stan was absent from his office for several days, but other than walking strangely for about a week there seemed to be no obvious lasting physical effects. Psychologically, there proved to be a major change. Stan's attitude and approach to life altered drastically. He became conscious of and caring about other people. Rather than trying to ingratiate himself to those he perceived as socially superior, he began to see what he could do to help those who needed assistance. His employees, after a rightly deserved period of distrust, came to appreciate the efforts he made on their behalf and accept him as the descent human being he attempted to become. I had the opportunity to have several long discussions with Stan and found the therapy he had undertaken helped him to sort out the abuse he had suffered as a youngster and helped him to accept the guidance others could provide for him and the changes he could make for himself.
Chapter 20
My orgasm, when I was pitching, use to start as a tightening feeling in the muscles at the base of my cock and explode outward with a sensation of release and satisfaction. That was before I began making love with Dexter Hyatt. Now when I have reached the point I can no longer hold back in the pleasure we share with each other, I can feel my testicles contracting as they are forced to expel their contents. As my seed mixes with the fluids of my prostate, a warmth and tingling passes through my body and my muscles begin to contract with that squeezing sensation once more. The climax itself has become like a thunder storm, when just Dex and I would be alone in the world as this mighty force of nature took control of us and carried us along on a wave of ecstasy. The length of my orgasm seems to get longer each time we share our physical love.
I know this is love. I knew even before we slept together, although I had tried really hard to pretend it wasn't. I had sealed myself in a protective coating which had not only sheltered me from being hurt by anyone, it had kept me from the need to feel anything about anyone else. Tom had cracked the seal even before he came to live with me, when I found myself contemplating concerns regarding his well being. He and Timmy had drawn the love I had been hiding out into the open and Dex had moved in to willingly return every bit of it I could give. They had worked their magic with no conscious awareness of what they were doing. It had been just normal growth of their relationship with someone with whom they shared their love.
It was with passion and reverence Dex and I shared each other. There was no discussion of dominance, or top versus bottom, we did what we were driven to, each always prepared to accommodate any need or desire felt by the other. Tonight, as I slowly joined with my man, I underwent my usual determination to make this the best he ever experienced. Dex lay facing me with his heels perched on my shoulders. As I became fully seated in him, I paused so he could become comfortable with my invasion. He moved his heels from my shoulders and wrapped his legs around my waist. I leaned forward and lightly brushed his lips with my own.
"Make me yours." Dex whispered. "I want to be yours forever."
"You already are mine." I responded. "Mine `til the end of time." I kissed him lovingly and began to move slowly in and out of his tight sheath.
"I love you, David." he replied to me. "I never really knew what love was until I experienced you and the boys."
"I know exactly what you are saying." I whispered back to him. "You all are everything to me. I love you."
"Now fuck me, stud." he growled. I obeyed his command using long, plunging strokes which stimulated both of us. We coupled happily for about 15 minutes, basking in the pleasure we could each provide for the other. Finally our senses reached the maximum we could stand. I shifted to short strokes, being certain to pound his prostate with each downward jab and squeezed his shaft between our slick, sweating abdomens. Both of us stopped breathing simultaneously as we soared into oblivion, leaving our bodies tensed and straining, spurting our fluids to help cool the fires raging within us both. Sleep came almost instantly when we returned to our everyday reality, but the sense of belonging continued throughout the night as we continued to hold each other closely.
"Good morning, David. Millie Tudpost speaking." the usually sweet and charming voice on the other end of the phone line sounded strained and tired. "David, I have a young man who desperately needs the help of you and your unique family. I need your help too. Will you come ?" Leave it to Millie not to waste words.