THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB Kerr
By and Copyright Lady Poetess http://clik.to/there
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance in this story to anyone, dead or alive, is purely coincidental.
ONE
Ryan Merriman leaned against the wall and eavesdropped on the conversation between Bryce Johnson and Kerr Smith. The first man was Ryan's senior mentor. The other man, Kerr, was the former US swim team star who dropped out of the team in '98. Bryce was trying to talk Kerr into giving Ryan a few pointers in swimming.
"You're good," Bryce had said the first time they met on the swim team. "I believe you have broken three college records alone today."
Unlike other team members who would envy Ryan, Bryce was supportive and friendly. Ryan would later realize why he was comfortable around Bryce or why Bryce rarely mingled with the rest of the team when Bryce later introduced his boyfriend to Ryan. So Bryce was family. Wesley Cotton seemed like a man given to extreme mood swings and he had been noticeably suspicious of Ryan when they first met, but Bryce seemed to handle the man fine.
Ryan had never met a gay guy before. Okay, there were those nights when he would sneak down to town at night and enjoyed anonymous encounters with men in dark toilets and in parks, but he never knew these men. His family was strict and religious Southern Baptist types. He was careful to hide this hunger for male flesh deep inside him. A hunger only to be unleashed into the mouths and anuses of eager anonymous strangers in the dark or to be sated by the coring of a hard cock up his own aching anus or deep down his hungry throat. It was almost an anticlimax to find his reaction to Bryce disappointingly trivial. He did find Wesley's tightly-muscled physique attractive - Wesley had a slim but compact football player build while Bryce had a more slender frame - but he respected Bryce too much to poach on the man's territory. Besides, he doubted Wesley would like it. That man seemed to be too obsessed with Bryce.
But his reaction to Kerr was a different story altogether. That man was slightly bulkier than most swimmers, but his body was a tapestry of perfectly sculpted muscles. Ryan would sell his soul to burn his palms onto the taut, perfect pectorals to close his lips over those very large and dark wine-colored nipples. He would press his stomach onto Kerr's washboard stomach rippling with flawless corrugated muscles made more seductive by a thick treasure trail of fur that thickened and widened as it disappeared into the waistband of Kerr's swim trunks. With his left side facing Ryan, Ryan could accurately gauge the dimension of that luscious bulge of Kerr's cock. It would be a challenge, Ryan decided, to take Kerr up his aching ass or in his mouth if Kerr was as obscenely well endowed as his revealing swim trunks promised.
Judging from Kerr's argument with Bryce though, Ryan might not have the chance to experience that divine pleasure.
"No." Kerr's refusal was short and simple.
"Come on, Kerr, he's good, better than everybody else on the team, better than me, better than the coach, but he lacks discipline and control. He reminds me of you, Kerr. You're the best swimmer I've seen, hell, you taught me everything you knew about swimming."
"That was before I quitted coaching, remember?" Kerr answered curtly, moving to pull on a loose tennis shirt over his magnificent physique.
"He needs you, Kerr. You know our coach. He will never teach Ryan how to concentrate. Ryan can push one minute exactly in a 200-yard butterfly."
Kerr stiffened, and Bryce stifled a smile. Kerr's best was one minute ten.
"But he doesn't have it focused," Bryce went on. "When he's good, he's good. But when he's not, he's really bad. We need to get him to pull together."
It wasn't easy hearing his flaws discussed so openly, as his family preferred denial to open discussion, but Ryan was more than willing to accept criticism from someone he respected and admired. Bryce was right. Sometimes Ryan got so distracted by unexplained rage or other indefinable emotions as he stood over the pool that he fucked up. His first tournament was a disaster. How could he be so good in practice but so bad when it matter the most? This was what Bryce hoped Kerr can help Ryan when their coach had all but given up. Ryan was happy to go along. He wanted out of his hometown. Swimming had given him a scholarship here, and if swimming would make sure he would never have to return to the stifling existence of his old life, he would do everything he could to make sure he became better in the sport.
Kerr was a perfect bonus to his determination.
"No."
"Kerr - "
"I said no." Kerr's shout stunned all three of them into silence.
"Very well," Bryce finally answered, his voice noticeably sharper than usual. "I respected you, Kerr, I never imagined you'd be a fucking coward."
Kerr froze. Ryan held his breath, wondering if Kerr would lose his temper. "So be it," Kerr merely said, however.
Ryan bit his lip as Kerr without any warning pulled down his trunks. The man's bubble butt was as perfect as the rest of him, taut and high with the dark alluring cleft beckoning Ryan to sink his mouth to. Then Kerr bent to pull on his track pants and Ryan caught a glimpse of dark and furry anal slit and low hanging balls before light blue fabric covered up Kerr's treasures from Ryan's eyes.
Bryce had left the room, Ryan realized belatedly. He was alone with Kerr in this place. It was time to act.
He took a deep breath and stepped out from where he was hiding.
TWO
Kerr Smith hated the way Bryce looked at him and was relieved that the man was no longer there to torment. He didn't even want to see Bryce again if he had the choice. He didn't want to remember his old days or how he was a fuck-up. He wanted a drink. Or a smoke - that would be fine too.
He sat on the bench and stared absently at his shoes, wondering what the hell was he doing here. He fucked up. He fucked up big time by getting drunk just because the big day five years ago and smoked some pot along the way. Thrown into jail was nothing compared to the humiliation he experienced when he failed to show up and was replaced by some fucking twit. It was sobering to realize that even if Kerr was the best, there were others who considered him such a liability that second best was preferable to dealing with his shit.
God, he wanted to get drunk. He wished he hadn't stopped or that his AAA counselor's voice would stop in his head whenever he tried to walk into a pub. Dear Harris, his AAA counselor who soon fell head over heels for Kerr only to had his heart broken when Kerr walked out once he was sober.
He was a jerk. Hadn't he spent his entire life living up to that reputation?
But he was also human, and he bled like mortals did when he saw that angelic beauty walk into this room polluted by sweat and filth and sinners.
"Mr Smith? I'm Ryan Merriman."
Ah, maybe the young man thought to persuade him where Bryce failed to do. Kerr grinned ferociously. "Call me Kerr," he said, his decision made there and then. He would help Ryan. "Call me Kerr," he repeated, softer, as he staggered onto his feet as lust exploded in his body like a nuclear explosion. He was burning like never before, and the intensity of his hunger stunned him even as one hand reached under his shirt to rub his stomach in a futile attempt to cool the fire. "God you're fucking beautiful," he whispered as he stood before Ryan.
And Ryan, fucking gorgeous Ryan, run his tongue over his dry upper lip before pulling Kerr's face down to his.
Kerr drowned in the kiss even as a part of him noted that Ryan was an experienced kisser who knew how to use his tongue to coax and tantalize. There was no time for finesse, not when their hunger burned so wild that they needed to quench it now, here. Ryan let his towel fall to the ground, revealing fair and tight buttocks that Kerr squeezed with urgent fingers as Ryan straddled the bench. Then Ryan lifted his buttocks high, and Kerr, pushing down his pants, mounted him without preliminaries, a soft tearing sound greeting their ears as Kerr penetrated the young man. Tight, hot, unbearably dry despite the copious fluids oozing from Kerr's cock slit, Ryan's ass sheathed him like a tight vise that squeezed his hard cock until Kerr thought the veins of his cock would rupture from the burning vise-like pressure. They could both feel the walls of Ryan's anal passage fluidly convulsing over Kerr's engorged cock in a valiant attempt to accommodate its dimensions, just as they were aware of Kerr's cock rapidly producing slippery fluids to lubricate them both.
Kerr gave a hard thrust even as Ryan responded with a hard ground of his hips. Kerr cried out as the sensitive nerves at his cock tip protested at the delicious friction of his cock in that ass. Ryan moaned at the delicious protesting burn of every nerve in his ass shooting hot spurts of pleasure up his spine to every part of his body. The pleasure intensified as Kerr deepened his increasingly hard and brutal thrusts. Ryan met him all the way, meeting him inch by inch, thrust with thrust, until the pooling pleasure in both their bodies splintered into a powerful rush of drenching orgasm. Kerr shouted his orgasm as he poured himself into that hot ass, and Ryan was shuddering as he experienced one of the most intense orgasms in his life.
Then, just like that, it was over, that insane pleasure, leaving them both gasping with breath as they tried to recalibrate themselves to the present. Kerr managed to laugh weakly as he slapped Ryan's buttocks playfully. "Well, Ryan, I guessed you've managed to convince me to train you," he said. "Won't Bryce be proud of your dedication to the craft?"
"So you really are a jerk like they said," Ryan answered. He was worn out by their fucking, but he managed to raise his right foot to tickle at Kerr's nipple playfully. "So you won't be offended if I confess that I let you fuck me just to get you to coach me?"
"You know damn well why we fucked," Kerr told him. He would wonder later why the thought of Ryan screwing him just for the sake of free swim lessons pissed him off so much he felt like punching the wall. He wanted to make Ryan mad, drive the man away. But with just one sentence, Ryan had made Kerr mad. Damn, that man was dangerous. If Kerr wasn't too careful, he'd be in deep trouble. "You want me. I want you. Don't read too much into it."
"And you, Kerr, protest too much," Ryan told him. "Relax, man. I left behind an unbearably religious and suffocating life. The last thing I want to do is to cling. If you want some unprofessional fucking with the man you are coaching, you've found the right guy."
And Kerr knew he had to flee to gather his thoughts. Ryan's mischievous smile and the mischievous twinkle in the man's eyes were tempting invitations, but what really terrified Kerr was how the seriousness of Ryan's voice when he assured Kerr that he would not hold Kerr to any promises - well, that was what Kerr wanted, wasn't it? He wanted uncomplicated sex. But hearing Ryan agree to such an arrangement made Kerr badly need to correct the man, as if they actually had something going on! How ridiculous! How... terrifying, especially when Kerr realized that he might not mind complicated sex much this time around.
THREE
Kerr was an evil tyrant, Ryan would complain to Bryce five weeks later. Since Ryan had moved out of his rented room into Kerr's apartment, Bryce didn't take the man's complains too seriously.
He was worried about Ryan - Ryan had just turned nineteen and Kerr would eat the young man alive and spit him out without any qualms.
"He'll be fine," Wesley told Bryce one night when Bryce was particularly concerned.
"How can you be sure?" Bryce asked. "Kerr screwed around. He's always been careful and he never fooled around with those he coached until now. Why Ryan? Did you see them today?"
"Yeah," Wesley answered. He had seen those two dancing at the club, just like Bryce did. He wasn't too concerned, unlike Bryce, because he recognized the look Kerr bestowed on Ryan. He saw the same look every morning when he shaved - it was a look of a man still unable to understand how that sane, wonderful, precious man still asleep in the bed he had just left could actually find anything in Wesley to keep staying there. Ryan was too young, he guessed, to understand what Kerr's look meant. Bryce was too concerned to notice. But not that good with words, Wesley just told Bryce, "I think Ryan will be okay."
"He's supposed to coach Ryan once a week during the weekends, not to get Ryan to move in with him," Bryce said. "How can I stay calm when I'm responsible for him? Ryan is from a small town, Wesley, and he's not used to - "
"I think you underestimate Ryan," Wesley told him. "Ryan is actually a slick guy."
"Slick?" Bryce echoed, lifting a brow questioningly.
"I like it when you are this naïve," Wesley teased him. "Come on, Bryce, you don't see how Ryan behaved around Kerr? He's not some innocent twink. He is playing it as hard as Kerr. In fact, I think the one you should be worried for is Kerr."
"Oh? And now you're a good judge of character?" Bryce teased him as he watched Wesley undress for bed.
"I choose you for life," Wesley just answered. "So yes, I think I am." He tilted his head to Bryce. "Want to join me in the shower?"
"I'll do that." Bryce pulled off his shirt, and Wesley pulled him in for a kiss.
But for Ryan, he was halfway serious. Kerr was really a hard master. Ryan was supposed to spend only two hours each Friday evening getting pointers from Kerr, but this two hours stretched into the entire weekend, morning and evening. Not that he minded, because he was with Kerr in every other way that mattered. He woke up with Kerr and before they left during the weekdays - he for college and Kerr for his coaching job (he coached several school swim teams and freelanced as a swim instructor at several clubs over the weekend) - Ryan enjoyed the long kiss they would share. It was strange how he would still feel the kiss lingering on his senses even after the hundredth time they kissed. Sex with Kerr remained hot and urgent even more than a month later and several dozen fucks later.
He wasn't stupid. He had never been in a steady relationship before, but that was because he never had a chance to explore the possibility of one until now. The signs were there that he recognized - how they would just hold each other, enjoying the brief silent tranquility of the embrace when their lust was sated, how they were so comfortable just being around each other, it was almost scary how they could behave so in sync around each other. There was a calm in him now - whatever he was afraid of, he wasn't so afraid now.
He stood at the diving plank that day in the pool, gazing contemplatively at the shimmering water below. He was scared, he realized it now. He was scared of fucking up so badly that he would never escape his home and family. Not that he hated his family, but they would be more tolerable if there were a thousand miles at least between he and them. Without him realizing it, this fear had been eating at him, slowly distracting him with his insecurities. Now, however, he felt calmer inside. He could do it. He would do it.
Thanks to Kerr, naturally. Ryan followed Kerr's dietary advice and physical regime to complement Kerr's technical advice, but more importantly, Kerr told him he was good, and Ryan believed it. Kerr should know. He was one of the best. Kerr believed in him, and Kerr wasn't one to believe easily. Kerr's approval made him feel like a hero.
The door opened and closed, and Ryan saw Kerr walk in. The waters from the shower still glistened from Kerr's mostly nude body. The pool was closed, but Kerr had the keys and the permission to use it after hours. Ryan just watched, silent, as Kerr got into the pool. Without preliminaries, Kerr began swimming in a flurry of smooth, masterful style across the length of the pool and back again and yet again. Watching Kerr, Ryan could see why he was considered one of the best. Having been intimate with Kerr, watching Kerr brought on a heady rush of powerful arousal in his body. The water was Kerr's element, where he was the epitome of speed, power, and grace.
He had asked Kerr why the man stopped competing. "You're too good to teach," he told Kerr.
"No, Ryan. I had my chance. I fucked up."
"Why won't you coach me when Bryce asked you?" Ryan asked.
"If you're as good as he said you are, I can't bear it," Kerr answered in all honesty that surprised Ryan. "I don't want to remember what I lost. But you, Ryan, are better than they all say you are are. I was a fool - working with you is the best thing I've ever done."
"Really?"
But Kerr just continued his instructing Ryan and tried as Ryan did, he could never get Kerr to resume that conversation.
During training, Kerr was all of a professional tyrant that drove Ryan hard. Sometimes Ryan came close to crying, although these moments were fewer as he realized just how much he needed the discipline Kerr was bringing into his life. That embarrassing first day of training when he wore a thong in hope to seduce Kerr was one they could both laugh at today, but that day also taught Ryan just how serious Kerr was taking this. No hanky-panky during training with Kerr - that was the ground rule.
Generous with praises as well as deserving criticisms, Kerr nonetheless wasn't immune to Ryan. When Ryan was very good, watching Ryan aroused Kerr as much as watching Kerr aroused Ryan. Often at the end of a hard training session, Ryan would climb out of the pool to find Kerr, trunks discarded and a swollen erection throbbing urgently for Ryan. A hot 69 under the shower was a frequent and much enjoyed experience.
Kerr got out of the pool and looked up at Ryan. Ryan smiled - hello, Kerr - and dived gracefully into the pool.
And Kerr met him there with an embrace and a long, hungry kiss. Then it was straight to business, and Ryan threw himself to his training.
FOUR
"Fuck!" Ryan groaned as he bent over in Kerr's embrace. He watched, his fingers still tight around Kerr's cock, Kerr's fingers tight around his, as his powerful climax released a huge load of creamy semen into the pool. Kerr's moaned and cursed, thrusting his cock up between Ryan's legs into the sheath formed by Ryan's fingers, and his own come spurted forth in the water. As they both staggered at the poolside, Ryan watched as the stringy strands of come in the pool waters mingled with Kerr's like some dance of primal eroticism. Kerr's arm tightened around his waist - the man too was watching as their seed mingled and became one indistinguishable creamy entity before being separated into a million droplets by the eddies of the pool.
"Ryan, stay with me. Always," Kerr whispered into Ryan's ear.
Ryan studied Kerr's still hard cock under the surface, jutting forth from between Ryan's spread thighs, and rubbed the tip with his thumb. "Okay, I'll do that," he answered quietly.
"You won't regret this, Ryan," Kerr vowed, turning the man around to face him. "I've made one mistake - "
"Kerr, you screwed up once. Don't beat yourself up over it, okay?" Ryan interrupted gently.
"You said it yourself that I should be out there with the best of them," Kerr reminded him.
"You should, but that doesn't mean that what you are doing now is wrong," Ryan told him. "I don't think less of you not winning first place in the Olympics. Kerr, you teach people. That's good enough for me. Anything you do is good enough for me. You are the reason I'm here, Kerr, not what you do, okay?"
"Ryan," Kerr whispered his name. "Oh Ryan, you make me feel so fucking good. What is it about you?"
"I'm gorgeous," Ryan answered simply. "I'm a good fuck."
"Yeah," Kerr agreed, his fingers kneading Ryan's tight high butt cheeks as he smiled - a real, peaceful smile - down at the man in his embrace. "And I won't think less of you if you don't win medals either, Ryan. You're more than perfect to me as you are."
"I'll be better," Ryan told him. "I've already broken two college records. Six more to go."
"Impossible," Kerr declared.
"Why not?" Ryan protested. "I'm good."
"I suggest you check the records, Ryan," Kerr told him with a cheeky grin. "I set four of those six records. You can break two more, sure, but nobody will ever break my records."
"Bastard!" Ryan declared, and placing his feet on the pool wall, swam away from Kerr. "I'll show you, Kerr. I'm smash your records and erase your name from the record books."
"And I'll see you try," Kerr answered back with a grin as he swam after Ryan.