Sorry it took so long but life got in the way ;-) Thanks to everyone who wrote to me - you know who you are, and I love you, too!
Warning - my next story is going to be postponed until I've gotten ten comments/feedback letters - and I mean it! A girl can only go so long without being told how great she is!
All characters in this story are over the age of 18. If gay male sex offends you - boy, did you pick the wrong author!
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Jeffrey and Steven Talbot usually went to the Club together -- after all, they had been together the first time they'd experienced what the Club had to offer, having been tied to adjoining beds and ravaged by a pair of horse-hung Club employees. And then ravaged by a whole group of Club employees.
So one night when they heard that one of the other Club members was planning to share his chosen whore-for-the-night -- which meant, of course, inviting other men to fuck him during the night -- they were all for joining in. Not just because of the undeniable turn-on of being part of a fuck-train; but also due to the happy memory it invoked of their own first gang-bang, in which each of them had been on the receiving end of a long line of horny cocks.
Jeff looked across the table at Steve's masked face, seeing his hazel eyes -- which were so much like Jeff's own -- shining back at him in excitement. And while the excitement could have been due to the expert blow-job and prostate-massage Steve was currently experiencing -- like Jeff, he had a cocksucker working his tool under the table and a medium-large vibrator protruding from his chair and up his lubed asshole -- Jeff had no doubt Steve had not only heard the announcement, but had seen the boy being offered -- a cute blond boy -- and was every bit as eager to get at that pale, round, luscious ass as he was. His only concern was whether the member doing the offering would be willing to have two men fuck the boy at the same time -- the brothers always stayed together when they were at the Club, no matter what sort of sex they were indulging in.
As a sign that they were a matched set, the brothers had had their membership masks made in the same plain blue; which, in turn, matched the color of their father's mask -- only fitting, since Eric Talbot had been a member long before they had ever even heard of the place, and he had been the one to initiate their joining. And while all three masks were a plain, sky blue, each was a slightly different shape so that the staff would be able to tell them apart, since all three had quite similarly built. Their father's mask was a complete oval, with only a dent on the bottom pulling upwards so that his mouth and chin remained uncovered; Jeff, the eldest son and aged 25, had a mask which covered all the top half of his face, beginning at his cheeks and ending slightly higher than his hairline; Steve, the youngest brother at age 23, had only a basic domino mask which reminded him of various cartoon and comic-book heroes as it only covered the area around and between his eyes. Between the matching masks and their nearly identical physiques -- Steve had much longer hair, tied in a pony tail while Jeff's cropped hair had a natural tendency to spike up from his scalp -- they ever failed to draw attention when they walked across a room together, naked except for their masks.
Jeff now looked across the room at the naked young man being so prominently displayed on one of the other tables, the spot-light making his blond hair into a bright halo around his head, and causing what appeared to be a 7 inch erection to shine with the copious amounts of pre-cum leaking from its head -- the young man was obviously excited by being the center of attention. Turning his head back towards Steve, the brothers shared a look of agreement -- they wanted some of that.
About to raise his hand to call to their host/waiter in order to get the particulars about the proposed sharing, and to sign them both up for a turn at the boy, Jeff suddenly found both his hands moving as though of their own accord down to the bobbing head in his lap as his orgasm quite suddenly exploded upon him. Rocking his hips rapidly up and down between the invading sex-toy in his rectum -- he always ordered the "padded" seat, which meant a dildo build into the seat -- and his cocksucker's eager mouth, Jeff let out a surprised groan as he came. Opening his eyes, which had slammed shut at the beginning of his climax, he saw Steve throw his head back in ecstasy, moaning loudly as he, too, shot his first wad of the night into his own cocksucker. Only after both brothers finished cumming did they remember the offered boy and managed to signal their host.
"Robinson, we were both wondering about the details concerning that young blond -- what exactly are the terms for his use?" Once, not too long ago, Jeff would not have noticed the names of serving personnel; but his first visit to the Club had taught him better manners, just as it had done with Steve. He now always made a point of asking his host's name when he arrived, as well as the names of any other Club employees he came into contact with throughout his visit.
"Well, sir, the member is willing to share the young man with any other members who are interested, provided they stay in the member's assigned room during the encounter, with the member in question watching." Like all Club hosts, Robinson was dress in a combination of formal and fetish-wear, with his immaculately pressed and laundered dinner jacket, shirt, tie and shiny wingtip shoes; combined with a pair of black leather crotchless trousers, not unlike a pair of cowboy chaps, leaving his ass exposed in the back and his erect cock and balls visible and accessible in front -- a Host's ass was always well toned and discreetly but thoroughly lubricated and no Host was ever less endowed than 6 inches, and were never less than fully erect while on duty -- unless the member or members they were hosting had just caused them to ejaculate.
"Would he be willing to have more than one man in the room with him at a time?" Jeff asked, licking his lips and allowing his eyes to travel down to Robinson's hard, leaking cock, so conveniently placed at face level and looking like a perfect fit for Jeff's hungry mouth. Deciding to indulge himself -- after all, self-indulgence was what the Club was all about -- Jeff extended his tongue out towards the bulbous, shiny head and allowed himself a taste to the clear fluid oozing out of the little opening.
"I, ahh, am not sure about that, sir. Would you like me to go inquire?" Robinson asked, but made no attempt to move away as Jeff began lapping at his cockhead before moving his eager tongue along the shaft.
Looking at them with an amused look on his face, Steve said, "Not just now, I think, Robinson -- but do sign us up for a turn. Make sure it's some time late -- we both have an appointment to get our asses reamed out, and you know how the Dominators hate being rushed. Especially since it seems we're going to be late," he added as he got up to kneel behind Robinson, his tongue reaching out to begin exploring between the two high, lightly fuzzed cheeks.
