The Rod & Hunt Club
by Bald Hairy Man
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The Rod and Gun Club had been a fixture of Jeffersonton Virginia since the 1890's. It began as a hunting club and had a rustic, stone lodge in the middle of a 1000 acre preserve. The founders intended the Rod & Gun to be an elite social club, but by the 1960s it had tuned into a Good 'ol Boys club.
The hunting aspect of the club had become all but non existent in the 1950. This was a local joke. Some said the motto should have been "Beef and nothing but Beef." This referred to the menu of the Club's kitchen and to the size of the members. Most were beefy. By the 90s, the organization was recognized as a major environmental group. While it owned 1000 acres, they had rights to 12,000 more acres. All were preserved and returning to a natural state.
While most of the members were well off businessmen, there were some regular guys such as construction workers and truck drivers in the group. Several black men were members too. No one in town expected that. People said the group was turning liberal. The club did remain all male.
All knew the function of the club was to eat and drink away from wives and girlfriends. Club did remain somewhat secretive, but it was a harmless collection of men whose primary weakness was over eating and drinking way too much. It had a few rooms available for members to sleep it off.
Hiram Hood was the President of the club. He was the fourth generation of his family to be President. The position was hereditary. The Hood's were a prolific group and in addition to two brothers, several uncles and cousins were members.
Sam Fellowes was the Vice President. He was the third generation of his family to occupy that position. Three Fellows uncles were members too, as were a slew of nephews. The most important officers of the club were the Hunt Master, Alex Lewis and the Games Master, Jerry Fuller. The Hood, Fellows, Lewis and Fuller families made up almost 50% of the membership.
Originally the Hunt Master was in charge of all hunting activities, but now he was hunting for new members. The Games Master arranged hunting tournaments, but now he was in change of poker games and other recreational activities.
While Hiram was mostly a figurehead, he had formulated the new policy that broadened the membership. I later found out the liberalization of membership was brought on by the 7 and 8 rule. While membership was mostly hereditary, if you packed more than 7 inches of cock, you could join, and if you had more than 8, membership was free.
I'm Bill Wilson and I am the newest member of the club. I'm a carpenter, 6'-4" tall, 275 pounds, mostly muscle except for maybe 15 pounds of body hair. Hair grows everywhere on me except for my finger nails, eyeballs and the top of my head. I'm not what is typically considered to be a dreamboat by women. I tend to scare children. I am a free member of the club. I have a ten-inch, uncut baseball bat hanging between my legs.
I ran into Hiram Hood at a rest stop on the highway. I lived near by and he came over for "coffee." We had a good time. My cock is borderline circus freak sized, but that didn't seem to bother Hiram at all. I love to top. But while many guys are interested in it, I have a 30% success rate getting it all the way in. maybe 30% can't even take the head. That's disappointing, but I'm use to it. When I was younger a guy wanted me to force it in. I did. He liked it, but was bleeding afterward. I've never done that again. Sex is too much fun to mix it with pain.
Hiram opened his ass up nice and wide. I slid in easily. Once I was in, he tightened up and it was the best fuck I'd had in years. Hiram is a small 60ish year old man, with the stamina of an elephant. We went at it for a solid two hours with only two rest periods after each time I shot off. I hadn't ever had a man who was willing to wait for me to recharge after my first orgasm, not to mention my second. He had to get home. I gave him my number. Next Saturday morning he called me and wanted to get together again. I was willing. He then asked if I would mind if he brought a friend. I had been in a threesome several years earlier and had liked it. I said sure.
He arrived a half hour later with Alex Lewis. Alex had a line backer's build and was in his fifties. They were nice, no nonsense men. We got naked and went at it. At first I thought Alex was a watcher, not a player, but he got really enthusiastic once I was deep in Hiram. He was on the bed next to Hiram and hiked up his legs and opened his ass for me. I fucked the two of them alternating every time I got close to shooting.
Alex was really tight but when I finally got in he had a hands free orgasm. Alex had a fire plug style cock and balls the size of potatoes. They were drained as he shot off Roman Candle style. Hiram collected as much of Alex's cum as he could, slicked it on my cock and I went deep in him for a second time.
I had never used another guy's sperm before as lubricant, but I can recommend it. It is really slippery and gave my cock a tingle knowing what it was. I came easily in Hiram's ass and pulled out to rest. Alex licked up the remains of my orgasm as it drooled from my cock.
Hiram was a good looking man. He looked a bit like a Victorian dandy with his slight features and carefully groomed beard. Alex was a man's man, and somehow I never would have guessed it would have been Hiram coaxing the last drops of sperm from my cock. Alex obviously loved it. I was flattered. No one had done that for me before.
Hiram called next Saturday and said he had another man who wanted to meet me. I was in pig heaven. I hadn't had sex three weeks in a row in years. Hiram arrived with Alex and Tom Jefferson. Jefferson was a big black guy, almost as big as me and was the football coach at the High School. I had never played with a black man before, but there was something about Tom. We shook hands, said a few words and I knew it was going to be okay.
I am muscular, but I'm carpenter-muscular. Tome was gym muscular. He had a beautiful body that could have been on the cover of a body building magazine. He was smooth and sleek, except for his cock. Uncut, he had twice the skin he needed. It was wrinkled and soft as were his big, low hanging balls.
"You've got a good body," Tom said. "I take you are a working man?"
"I work construction,"I said.
"My Dad was a mason. He was built like you. Every muscle you have is useful," Tom continued. "I'm a gym rat, but that's nothing like the real thing."
"It sure looks good to me," I said. "I bet no one complains."
He smiled. I get hard easily and he looked me over. "That cock could win first place in the county fair!" Tom exclaimed. By then Alex and Hiram were on the bed ready to hoist their legs. I took Alex and Tom took Hiram. I think Tom may well have had a longer cock than me, but I was much thicker. Hiram took Tom easily. Alex was still tight, but I got in anyway. Every time one of us got near popping, we'd trade partners. That was a recipe for a long fuck, but all four of us were into it.
Alex shot off on the third rotation. We all popped in response and rested afterwards. I'm 90% top, but I was feeling a little guilty. Hiram and Alex were so willing to open their asses for me. As we recovered from the last orgasm, I straddled Hiram and sat on his cock. He had a good cock, but it wasn't a challenge. It was fun. Alex asked if he could sample my ass. Hiram said sure. I switched to Alex and Tom sat on Hiram. I liked it, but Alex loved it. He shot off in my ass. All was well.
We rested again. "It seems to me you have a real taste for man sex," Hiram said.
"I do. I'd love to play more, but this is the first time in years I've had sex once a week for three weeks. Usually it's months between fun times." I said. "Playmates here are few and far between."
"Actually there are many more than you would think," Alex said,
"Really?" I asked. That was when they told me about the Rod & Gun Club.
Hiram explained the history of the club. "A century ago, my great-great grand-father and Sam Fellows' ancestor went hunting and discovered they had a taste for cock. Each of them had a few friends who shared the interest. They got together and founded the club."
"While there was no way for men to get together to have sex, but it was perfectly normal to have an all male hunting and fishing club. No one thought anything of it. Land was dirt cheep then and the bought the property and built the lodge," Alex continued. "We've grown as members meet other men who share the same taste."
"Is it a hunt club or a sex club?"
"Originally it was both. Now there's a lot more sex than there is hunting," Hiram said. "It's strictly for no strings fun. No rules except everyone has to enjoy it. The main floor of the lodge is a dining room. The lower floor is the trophy room and the gym. We have showers and a steam room there. There is some exercise equipment, but the only exercises there are aerobic cock sucking, ass fucking, and sphincter stretching."
"Shit," I said. "I can do those! How do I join? Is every member into it as much as you guys are?"
"There's a range," Tom said. "I guess you could say we are at the upper limits of horniness. Once you're in the gym it's anything goes. There is only one reason to go there, and it ain't exercise!"
"And as for your joining, when Alex shot his load into your ass, he signed the invitation to join," Hiram said.
"Are you the admission board?"
"That is one way to say it," Tom said. "You passed every requirement on our list, with flying colors I might add. If you're interested we'd love to have you come to the club sometime this week and see if you like it." I said I was interested and we agreed to meet there on Friday night. Alex said that was a slow night, so it would give me a chance to meet men in a quieter situation.
Thinking back I noticed they didn't ask me to keep things quiet. They must have assumed that wouldn't be a problem. Hiram, Alex and Tom were very different men, and I assumed that wasn't accidental. They must have been interested in the way I reacted to the different men.
At 7:00 on Friday night, I drove to the Club house. I had always known it was there, but I had never been on the property before. I was secluded and unpretentious. Hiram waited for me at the door and introduced me to several members. The Hood family was well represented with one of his brothers and two nephews in the reception committee. Ovid Hood must have been a younger brother, but he looked much like Hiram. The nephews were bigger and more beefy. All were friendly. I got a beer and one of the nephews, Danny, took me on a tour.
The club house wasn't fancy, but it was nice. It was every inch a hunting lodge for men. There was no effort to decorate it other than trophies and some hunting prints. The furniture was old and comfortable. We went downstairs.
The trophy room looked like the upstairs room, but with even more animal heads, a locker room and shower separated it from the gym. A naked man sat in a chair as another nude man sucked him. "Hi Danny, is that a new member with you?" the sitting man asked.
"Sammy, this is Bill. He's having his first visit," Danny said. Sammy was about fifty. He was blond and bearded. The lighting was dim, and at first I thought he was smooth. He was pretty hairy, but blond hair doesn't show up well in the low light
"We're a nice bunch of guys here. I hope you enjoy it," Sammy said. "Damn it, Harry, you got me again!" Sammy stiffened, moaned and twitched as he shot off. Harry, whose face I could hardly see, deep throated him and slurped up Sammy's cum. When Harry got up, I saw he was Harry Bellos, the president of a construction company. He was smooth but well endowed.
"I can tell you're a nice group of men," I said.
Danny laughed, "I told you so!"
"It's nice to see you here, Bill," Harry said as we shook hands. "I never guessed we shared the same interests." Some of Sammy's cum was in Harry's top lip. As it slid into his mouth he licked it up. "I like to be neat," he said as he winked at me. "This room has upholstered furniture. It can get crusty if we're not careful."
Sammy was standing and the remains of his orgasm drooled from his cock. I intercepted the dribble with my finger and licked it up.
"Some men aren't into cock and ball juices, and that's fine," Harry said, "But it's a lot neater when they are." The men smiled. Danny took me to the locker room next. There were no lockers as such, just hooks. Unlike the rest of the Lodge, the showers were modern and up to date."The gym is all nude, so if you want to see it you need to strip," Danny said. I, stripped and we went into the showers. It was a single room with ten shower heads. The only unusual thing was that in addition to soap and shampoo, there was a tube of lubricant. We washed up.
"Do you like to fuck or get fucked?" Danny asked.
"Guilty on both counts," I said.
"Me too," Danny said. "Well lets go to the deep cleaning room." We walked through an opening at the rear of the showers into a toilet like area. Two things that looked like fucking machines sat next to gurneys.
"Hi Doc," Danny said, "This is Bill. He's just joined."
I realized it was an enema machine and I wasn't interested in that at all. I must have looked shocked. The man called Doc just smiled. "Don't worry," he said. "I'm a real doctor and this is a hobby of mine. You'll enjoy it."
I wasn't sure but Dan got on the gurney and put his feet on stirrups. Doc coated his fingers with lube and coated Dan's hole. Dan was a good looking man and seemed to have no qualms about it. Doc produced what looked like a stainless steel dildo with a hose attached. He eased it into Dan's ass. Dan got erect immediately. Doc told me to do the same. He pushed the dildo into my ass, turned the warm water on and damn if I didn't get hard too.
Doc was a proctologist and inventor who dabbled in enemas. His dildo both filled you up and cleaned you out in one handy tool. It worked both as a dildo and medical device. Three minutes later Dan and I were in the showers again and then we went to the gym. There were three men in the showers, and four in the gym.
I thought I would be embarrassed at being naked in front of men I just met, but I have to admit I liked it. I had never seen naked men except just before and just after sex. My Dad wasn't much of a provider and we needed the money. I started working after school and on weekends when I was 16. I did do any sports, so I missed the shower room experiences of many guys. I had seen some naked boys, but naked men were new to me. I was lucky I didn't quit school then. My geometry teacher liked me and thought geometry would be good for a carpenter. He also got me a slew of odd jobs that helped me out.
I'm not into boy cock. Once and a while, I'd pick up a kid who would get scared by my cock. Well there were no boy cocks at the Rod and Hunt Club. The club members were masculine and seemed to appreciate me.
No one pretended they weren't interested in my cock, and I could look at their equipment directly without pretending I was looking the other way. I was like a kid in a candy store. I knew I was big, but I hadn't focused on just how big I was. I realized not only was I a kid in a candy store, but there was a good chance I'd get to sample, most if not all of the candy.
Once several years earlier, I went to what turned out to be a gay bar. I was 20 years older than anyone there, 4 inches taller, 100 pounds heavier and had more hair on my back than they had on their heads. It wasn't a friendly place. Several guys moved to tables away from mine just in case they might catch something. The men of the Rod & Hunt club were the opposite.
For the first time in my life I was the star. I knew my cock interested them, but that seemed only fair. Their cocks interested me! I was certainly willing to have some fun, and they shared the same interest.
Danny and I were a quarter hard when we entered the Gym. Two men talked off to one side, another was in a sling like contraption. We went over to the sling.
"Marvin, this is Bill. He's a new member," Danny said. "I see you're the entertainment for the night." One of the supports for the sling had a holder with lube in it. Danny squirted some in his hand. He coated his cock and then stroked it until his was hard. Then he slipped it into Marvin's ass.
Marvin shook my hand. "Nice to meet you," he said, "New meat is always welcome. I hope you don't think I'm a slut. I'm normally a top, but I had built up a deficit and needed to bottom some to keep things even." Marvin had a thick, cut six incher. He was 45 or so, with a mustache and furry chest. "Damn you're good, Danny!" he exclaimed.
"Danny hit a good spot?" I asked.
"Danny always hits a good spot," Marvin replied.
Tom Jefferson entered the Gym with a friend and came over to me. "Good to see you, Bill," he said. "I'd like you to meet Parker Walters. He's an old friend." I shook hands with the distinguished looking, bearded, older man.
"It's nice to meet someone I can look in the eye," Parker said. He was my height, and big too. I would guess he was in his mid 60s. He wasn't muscular, but not in bad shape either. Moderately hairy, he possessed low hanging, apricot sized balls and a foreskin enshrouded cock, completely soft.
He noticed I was looking at his cock. "Don't worry, he said, smiling, "I can fill it up! Hiram told me you were hung. It takes a lot to impress Hiram." His cock began to fill out. I dropped to my knees and took the foreskin into my mouth.
"Bill is a lone wolf type," Tom said. "he lives alone and doesn't have access to many playmates."
"Well he certainly knows how to make friends," Parker said.
"I'll leave you to your own devices," Tom said. "enjoy!"
Parker's foreskin was a treat. I had sucked the skin into my mouth and had my tongue inside the skin. He had just showered, but when my tongue touched his cock head, he oozed a glob of precum.
"I drool a lot of precum," he said. "Some men think I'm messy." I flicked my tongue on his piss slit and coaxed a second blob of precum from his balls.
"You're going to have a good time here," Parker said, "It's a good time for everyone." It was odd to be in a brightly lit room as I sucked. I was excited and got fully erect as I sucked, but I oddly relaxed. I think I was used to trying to get off before someone caught us. Here, I could take my time. Parker and I got on some mats and 69ed. He was good at it. A guy I met told me he had a mouth cunt. "My mouth is as soft, warm and juicy as a pussy," he said.
"Can I cut in?" a voice asked. Parker and I broke apart. Parker smiled. "Bill, this is Fred. His my partner and the biggest size queen in this part of Virginia. Do you mind if he joins us?"
"You have an open relationship?" I asked.
"Only when we get lucky," Fred said.
Fred was about as average as a man could be. He was a great sucker and came close to deep throating me. He was good. He was on top of me in the 69 position when I saw Parker's cock move into position. I pushed Fred's legs apart so his ass would be more open.
Suddenly I had a seat on the 50 yard line of the man fucking super bowl. No only was I six inches from the action, I tasted Fred's cock react and felt him shiver and twitch as Parker's cock poked him. Parker's cock had indeed filled his copious foreskin and his cock head had popped free.
The cock was heavily lubricated; lube was dripping from it. Parker made ten or twelve thrusts before he popped Fred's sphincter. He rested for a little while and then pushed deep. My nose that had been sniffing Fred's balls now smelled Parker's apricots. Man fucking isn't pretty close up; it is hot as hell!
Here I was watching Parker fuck his partner as I sucked his partner's cock. It doesn't get more gay than that. I had never felt more masculine! It got more exciting when Fred shot off and Parker popped.