Swingers Club

Joiners Arms -- Swingers Club.

I thought I would give it a try.

My name is Jason the Joiners has been my village pub for a few years, new owners turned it into a gastro pub attracting, enlightened 'New Age' clientele, free living Swingers if you like. Tonight was their inaugural 'Socks and Jocks' Swingers night.

I am 22, boring and looking to spice up my life, had already chickened out of trying something similar. It was being held in a converted barn Annex; by invitation only. From the number of cars in the car park and adjacent streets it was going to be busy, I had signed up as a newbie along with 6 others.

Wearing only a bright red Jock Thong with black waist band and buttock stirrups, I was apprehensive, no excited, as I walked on stage carrying a number 5. Introduced by name as part of tonight's Magnificent Seven, never been ogled or cat-called at before.

As I walked out of the dazzling stage spotlights realised we were the only dressed-down in a crowd off 70ish. I weaved through the crowd being touched-up, my exposed buttocks being squeezed and rubbed.

I was handed a beer by Patrick a well-dressed sixty something who inviting me to join his table with 4 friends. Newbie introductions were bid for; for charity. After a while we were all dressed-down to Socks and Jocks, beer in hand Jack, Steve and Gordon openly asked me.

"How about it; we will make it worth your while?"

Before I could say anything was ushered to where the old hay stalls had been converted into cabins, in one its door still open were two newbies sitting on a hay bale getting blow jobs.

We went into a stall, Jack slid down my Jocks leaned me against a hay bale and started to bang me, he was well versed and practiced in the art, his style and climax were eloquent ecstasy.

Steve and Gordon wanted a double act, Steve blew as Gordon banged me as he was being banged by Jack. I could only focus on my climax until my ecstasy off-loaded into Steve's mouth. His gagging was followed by Gordon's climax which was detonated by Jack's second climax. Last time I called it a bull run, exhausting fun.

We returned and chatted, Patrick's arm slide round my back fingers reaching under my waist band, I didn't freeze or squirm I was enjoying all the attention. Later Patrick suggested we all go back to his farm house; I had planned to walk home.

Jack was tonight's driver, ten minutes later Jim and Harry who had done their own thing got out. At Patrick's house, Gordon and Steve made excuses and left too. Excited about what was about to happen we went into his study where I was asked to give a private show.

He had me sit naked on the couch alongside him, arm round my back as he rubbed up and down my leg, didn't take me long to respond as he stroked it; asked. "Could he film me giving myself a hand job?"

I chugged away on the couch which gave me an ecstatic high with my head hard against the back of the couch, back arched as I nosily swallowing air and bum bumped, Jack filmed me until my climax.

Camera down led me naked, still wet, to his bordello style bedroom, stripped off and joined me. Kneeling over my legs started nibbling my nipples, ears, nose then tongue wrestled together. Next he rode my dick as a joint aggressive athletic enterprise until I blasted him, he sat their like a frozen horseman until it drained away. We parted and spooned until we fell asleep, embraced until the morning sun lit up the dark room.

Fully wakened by the morning wildlife screeching and another sound I couldn't make out. Bedroom door swung open banged off the wall. Peggy had gate crashed with two mugs of tea as we lay naked intimately spooning each other in preparation for another innings. Self-explanatory no explanation required she announced herself with.

"Good morning Patrick, you too Jason! It's been a while since we last met. Once you two finish your tea, come down and I will make breakfast, you both must be hungry after last night's exercise."

Showered, clothes still in the study, Patrick lent me a very short dressing gown he wore a full length gown. Peggy started making breakfast when Patrick asked me how Peggy, his housekeeper, knew me.

"Peggy's nephew Hugh was in my 2

year at College. One afternoon we had been out running in the mud and rain, afterwards in the showers somebody filmed us, naked body washing each other, and posted it on OnlyFans for pay as you view money, it was popular, very popular.

It wasn't but looked intimate, from the euphoria of it going viral we made a new circle of friends, one night at a student party we were cajoled into becoming more than friends. We really got hooked on the lifestyle and played around.

At a sailing club barbecue Hugh was propositioned and started doing it for money after that, I got sucked-in until we were both touting around as a duo or individually. One time we got caught propositioning someone, who reported us, we were cautioned which was reported with pictures of us in the media as a warning to others. I left home and moved into a bedsit apartment in the village. Hugh went his own way but we still chat regularly."

Peggy aggressively in her no-nonsense voice kicked-in; "Tell Patrick what happened after that!"

"During the following College summer break went on holiday together to Barcelona. One of our friends told us we could make, no questions asked money, working in the same gay Molly Club he did the preceding summer.

We found the Club, its manager was sceptical of us, but allowed us to do a screen test, as he called it. We were to parade on stage with only short towel wraps on in front of a bored, wet Monday afternoon crowd, who bid for our services.

Bidding was brisk, first was with two German's, we went to separate cabins and did the business, another two followed after that. We got the summer job, officially as waiters serving drinks, we also appeared on their live web site and entertained holiday Club Members. It all went unnoticed back home for a while but we were found out again.

When I came back I managed only get a minimum wage job with the Council, through a social rehabilitations scheme, village life became boring. I heard about the Joiners Swingers Club, here I am."

Patrick added "We recognised you from your web show's and were avid fans, when we saw you on stage last night, bid for you knowing you would be amenable; you were."

Time to leave, I walked home alone along the isolated footpaths, thinking my third time being publically outed; time to move on again? Passing the Joiners decided to go in for a beer and sandwich and think it over. Grigori the 'gay' Landlord came over to me, I thought he was going to ask me to leave.

No; he had been let down by one of his staff, would I work as a waiter this Saturday afternoon at two Swinger parties, what the hell; agreed. I was introduced to two topless waitresses Lorna and Carol, wearing only heart shaped thongs and Igor a very camp waiter with only almost their speedos on, all from Romania. I was to be in charge legal and safety thing.

The parties started at three, there were two private Swinger 'Lesbian' birthday parties, dress code was nickers and flip flops only, hence staff dress. Started like last night with coaching staff followed by newbies parading on stage strutting assets. Grigori was Master of Ceremonies again.

Lorna and Carol were the party coaches in the two upstairs party rooms. Clearly they had done it before, wasn't long before guests were enjoying each-others company amongst the hay bales. Igor and I served drinks enjoying being groped by the scantily dressed. Igor's camp mannerisms were taken as a challenge by some and was repeatedly propositioned, I was too. We were all very busy that afternoon even Grigori had to help out.

I also agreed to help out at two separate private 'Couples' Swinger parties that night. Carol and I were coaches in one room, Lorna and Igor in the other. Couples as expected split up and mingled and spilled over into each other's party. Before long it became a free for all sexology party for about 70ish.

Coaching no longer needed, Igor was the first to be commandeered by a handful of female inquisitors wanting to convert him. Carol by another group of female inquisitors who wanted to try something new together in front of their partners. Lorna was holding her own with two groups of lonely males, eventually she had them living out their gay fantasies in front of each other and their partners.

I thought I would remain untarnished until I was cornered by five guys who wanted to see what it would be like. After a bit of confidence building and a demonstration with one of them, they ended up enjoying each other in a bull run amongst, in and on hay bales set out as bukakee's. Others joined in until their numbers more than doubled Carol had also created a similar open house with her lady friends creating a third mix and match.

Carol and Igor created a fourth and fifth open house 'hetero' groups, including the premature launching of the gloryhole complex and a game of 'blind blow or finger' amongst the bales of hay. A splinter group self-formed into a bull run, all blindfolded working their way by touch and feel, some miscasting individuals all experienced a new 'hetero' concept oblivious to who it was with.

Even Grigori who had run similar Clubs overseas was surprised by the spontaneity uptake by differing groups experiencing the panoramic participation in sexology.

It was the early hours before we finished Carol hadn't accommodation for the night, I invited her to stay overnight at my apartment. Lorna and Igor had made arrangements with some Clubbers. Carol and I shared my fold down couch come double bed, naked we huddled together. Grigori had arranged an apartment for them starting tomorrow, due to the interest shown in the 'Socks and Jocks' night and three extra parties he had them start early.

After Carol left in the early afternoon things quietened down until I receive WhatsApp videos of my Friday and Saturday activities; quite explicit. I received a call shortly afterwards

from Jim and Harry inviting me round tonight for a meal and a drink. After the activity of the past two days, sceptical of what they wanted, still, I accepted their invitation.

On arrival at their medieval mansion house with it's own black history they met me at the front door. Over pre meal drinks I found out Peggy and Patrick were an item, addicted to covertly filming each other's sexual partner's activities and selling them on pay-per-view web sites.

Jim and Harry were financiers behind the Joiners Arms renovation into a Swingers Club. It was their way of saying thankyou for attending and participating in their first two night's activities. Asked, would I like to work as an Entertainment Manager with a significant salary and bonuses hike. Caught out; asked "can I have a few days to think it over?"

Following morning I was called into my Planning Managers office, he had received videos of my activities. Choice, leave with a package and references or be paid off, now I knew how they received planning permission, no-doubt after-dinner activities were involved.

My friend and partner Hugh, the Catalonia Regional Manager of Molly Club's phoned, he had heard what happened; did I want to work for him?