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Chapter 11: Christmas Holiday Revisited Thor lay back on his lounger, basking in the Caribbean sunshine, as he recollected his adventures of the night before. His evening guest had been an eminently forgettable older man from South America with a small dick that gave him a sore ass but no compensating pleasure or excitement. The man had asked to switch places, but he’d been totally unresponsive as a bottom, so much so that, even with all the help from the Club’s herbal experts, Thor had found it hard to cum inside him. But then there was Marcel…. Thor let his mind drift back over his afternoon encounter. He soon had Marcel completely undressed, between rounds of stroking, kissing, squeezing, and all the rest. This French hunk stood at the absolute peak of physical perfection, every muscle perfectly formed and proportioned, every angle and plane perfectly judged for maximum photographic impact, every hair from the neat chin strap beard and mustache to the crest of the forehead perfectly styled and placed. A walking definition of sex, too, with the impressive cock rearing straight up towards his impeccable abs (once Thor had released it from the tiny green G-string brief), not to mention the swelling globes of his glutes. “My God,” Thor breathed in awe, “you make every model I’ve ever seen look like a loser.” Marcel laughed, a deep, throaty laugh that sent shivers up Thor’s spine. “A model is exactly what I was before Pierre took me in hand and pulled me up four years ago.” It was at this moment that Thor realized he hadn’t seen Marcel’s mentor yet this year. He’d noticed the man the year before: tall, elegant, stylish white hair, and still a good figure. In another compartment of his mind, he noted the hint of “four years ago,” taking that as a pointer to the length of the apprenticeship. The next second, Marcel pushed Thor backwards across the bed and leaped on top to swallow Thor’s cock all the way to the bottom – and all thoughts of the Club rules and procedures instantly vanished from Thor’s mind as he surrendered to the hot sensation of a mouth enveloping him. Marcel was as perfect in the fine art of the deep throat as he was in every aspect of his appearance. Just as that thought crossed Thor’s mind, Marcel came up off his dick with a one-word question. “Toys?” Thor rolled to the side to climb off the bed and dug up his faithful Rod Rammer dildo. He got back under Marcel and submitted once again to his partner’s epic suction. But now he felt a finger wet with lube prodding at his hole. Marcel came up again, took the dildo from Thor’s hands, and greased it as well, before sliding it slowly into Thor’s hole. He then swung around and fed his cock into Thor’s mouth while he resumed work on Thor’s tool. But now he added the toy into the game, and Thor realized he was experiencing another first – getting spitroasted from both ends at once by just one man. Marcel worked the rigid tool in and out of Thor’s ass slowly, letting him get used to it, and then began to ramp up the speed. At the same time, he added a new twisting motion to his sucking, a motion which he felt Thor quickly adopting as well. The sensations were almost overwhelming Thor. Marcel’s sucking motions were running exactly opposite to his hand working the toy – all the way into Thor’s ass as Thor’s cock slid out of his mouth, and then back down to the root on his cock as the Rammer slipped back out of Thor’s gaping hole. Thor did his best to keep working on Marcel’s tool, but the rapid action was breaking through his concentration in a way he couldn’t remember ever experiencing before. Suddenly, Marcel stopped moving the dildo, leaving it buried all the way inside Thor. His swirling, sucking motion got faster and more irregular all at once, and Thor sensed that Marcel was going to explode. Just as he felt it about to happen, he realized that his own load was mounting up to his cockhead and he was going to blast off himself. A few more sucking motions from each of them, and they roared into orgasm in perfect synchronicity, their two cocks convulsing and blowing out sperm into each other’s mouths. Suck. Swallow. Suck. Swallow. Thor was moving on autopilot now, his conscious self completely overpowered by the intensity of his climax. Judging from the moans, Marcel was just about as deep into total sexual abandonment. As their breathing slowly ebbed back down to normal, they let each other slide free from their mouths. Thor swung around, letting Marcel pull him in for a round of kissing. Thor contented himself with stroking Marcel’s incredible body, relishing the sensation of all those perfectly formed and developed muscles sliding under his fingers, the movement aided by the slippery sheen of sweat now forming on their skin. He couldn’t think of any time when he’d derived so much sheer sensual excitement and pleasure just from touching another man’s body – but then, Marcel was certainly no ordinary man. Just as Thor felt his own tool beginning to grow hard again, Marcel turned around and started grinding the crack of his ass against Thor. That pressure quickly brought the younger man to full mast, and he took the hint and began rubbing his cock deep into the canyon between Marcel’s full, rounded cheeks. Marcel moaned at that sensation, and Thor then rubbed back and forth a few more times. Marcel thrust his ass even closer, arching his back to do so, and Thor pulled his cock away so that he could bend down and begin to eat. “Mon Dieu!” Marcel’s reaction to Thor’s hot, wet tongue was immediate and ecstatic. As Thor went right to town with tongue and fingers all at once, Marcel got louder and louder, moaning, crying, groaning and grunting. Thor worked that ass even harder, digging his tongue right into the hole which was already open and begging for more. He was in no hurry. He’d pull up a bit to wash down the sides of the crevice, and to kiss and nibble on the firm, round cushions, before digging right back down and into the tight little hole again. Marcel’s reactions were all the most dedicated top could wish for. Thor, being more verse, was a bit startled. Truth be told, he’d had every expectation of being opened up and reamed by Marcel’s generous dick. But it was becoming clearer by the minute that things were going the other way. “Give it to me. I need it – now! Stop teasing me. Get that cock in and fuck me, hard!” Thor rolled Marcel onto his face, placed the tip of his cock against the hole which was opening and closing, and pushed in. With a sound that was half a groan and half a purr, Marcel relaxed and opened right up. In just a few seconds, Thor sank all the way down inside that perfect ass, until his hips rested right on Marcel’s firm round glutes. Then he began to hump. His hips rose and fell, slapping down against Marcel’s glutes on each downstroke. Thor lay, stretched out full length across Marcel’s broad back, letting his abs do the work. Marcel was squirming around underneath him, twisting into a new position about every third thrust. Much as he enjoyed feeling that body close to him, Thor knew that it was time to gear up the pace. He raised up on his arms, speeding up the speed of his thrusting as he did so. Marcel was moaning even louder, showing that he loved the heavy-duty treatment Thor was giving him. He was proving to be a skilled bottom, working his ass muscles diligently around Thor’s cock as Thor plowed into him. Thor was finding it harder and harder to hold off, as Marcel’s hole stroked him with such power. He knew that he was going to cum in a minute – but he also trusted the power of the secret ingredients to help him move on from two loads to three. He closed his mind to all else, concentrating on the incredible sensations that this muscular power bottom was giving his tool, and then it happened. With a loud grunt, Thor erupted into Marcel’s tunnel, slamming down again and again as his cream pulsed out. “Oh, no! It’s too soon. I’m not ready to stop.” Thor gave a snarl. “You’re not stopping until I’m ready to stop.” He pulled his cock out of Marcel’s hole. “Turn over!” Marcel obeyed, rolling onto his back and lifting his legs into the air. In seconds, Thor had pushed back into his sopping-wet fuckhole and began fucking again. Still raised up on his arms, he was in the perfect position to slam-fuck his babies deeper inside this French hunk while enjoying the view of the man’s face, twisted and contorted in that mix of pain-pleasure which only a really vicious fuck can bring out in a man. Having cum twice, he was perfectly ready to keep fucking for quite a while longer, but his arms were getting tired. Thor dropped down again, wrapping one arm around under Marcel’s head, while he reached in between them with the other and began jerking Marcel’s dick. Marcel’s head was thrashing back and forth on the pillow, his mouth emitting a nonstop stream of “fuck” and “ohgodohgod” and “harder” and “fill me up.” Thor kept humping and fucking, harder and harder, and then Marcel cried out and erupted all over his hand. The sudden pressure of the hole with his orgasm strained Thor’s ability to hold on, and he again decided to let it happen. In seconds his third load of the day powered up his cock and exploded out of the tip, drenching Marcel’s chute with still more semen. Thor collapsed across Marcel’s body then, worn out from his exertions. His cock finally began to soften, and he let Marcel’s hole slowly force it out, followed by a wave of his hot spooge. Thor scooped the cream up with his hand and fed it to Marcel, who slurped and swallowed the mix of cum and ass juices with a blissful, all-gone expression on his face. Finally, they recovered their breath enough to get up and go for the shower. As they soaped each other all over, Marcel thanked him. “That was amazing, Thor. It’s been years since I’ve gotten such a terrific powerfuck from anyone. My ass is going to feel it for a while, but damn, that was worth every second of your fucking! Hope we can get together again soon.” Just before they left for dinner, he pressed a token for $10,000 euros into Thor’s hand. Thor looked suitably startled. Marcel laughed. “I know we’re not supposed to tell anything, but you’ll figure it out soon enough. The tips always get bigger in your second year – for a reason.” Thor had thanked him with another hot kiss, and then they went to dinner. As he ate, he was pondering the meaning of that parting shot – “for a reason.” As Thor sat by the pool, reminiscing about that wild scene with Marcel the day before, he was watching Marcel saunter by, wearing a tiny, impossibly tight orange micro brief that could barely contain his sizable butt muscles. Thor didn’t mind a bit. He relished the view of the leg hole hems digging into the cheeks while the crack spread open above the top, remembering how great that gorgeous round ass had felt the day before when he was plowing into it and seeding it. But then, he was suddenly snapped back to the present moment by two big hands falling on his shoulders from behind. Just as he tried to twist around to see who was leaning on him, an unforgettable deep, throaty voice bellowed, “Yes! You are here! My good boy is back!” “Daddy! Sit down!” Dimitar slid around and sat on the lounger next to Thor, his trademark compression shorts straining between his massive thighs to hold everything in (as usual). He caressed Thor’s face with his big meaty paws and then leaned over for a kiss. “How is my beautiful boy? You are well?” “I’m doing fine, Daddy, and everything is going well, It’s so great to see you again.” They spent the next fifteen minutes catching up on everything Thor had been doing. Dimitar never looked startled, though, and that gave Thor the distinct feeling that his activities and business doings were already well known to the full club members – if they chose to check up on him. Well, that was only to be expected. Thor guessed what was coming next – he’d already noticed “that look” on Dimitar’s face. “You sleep with me tonight, my good boy?” “Of course.” Dimitar’s face blossomed into a mile-wide smile. Thor, for his part, was happy to spend more time with the Slavic giant, but he always remembered Lars cautioning him against falling in love. After dinner that night, Dimitar came to his visiting room. They cuddled and fucked, kissed and fucked, talked and fucked some more. By the time midnight rolled around, Thor had taken two loads from Dimitar and left one in his daddy’s ass in his turn. And both he and Dimitar had loved every minute. After midnight, they made their way upstairs together, snuggling up against each other all the way. In Dimitar’s suite, they had sat out on the balcony, enjoying a glass of vintage cognac as a nightcap while the moon shone down on the ocean, and then crawled into bed. They lay together, cuddling and kissing and talking for a while, before the cognac had its effect. Then, Thor rolled over so his back was turned to Dimitar and moved back into his daddy’s embrace. And they slept. In the morning, Thor gradually came awake to a feeling that something was missing. It took him a couple of minutes to realize that there was no warm body nestling against his back, no massive arm draped over his waist, no enormous cock rubbing into his crack. He could hear footsteps, a quiet clink, and then a creaking sound. He rolled onto his back and sat up. Dimitar was sitting in the chair by the window, two cups of coffee on the table beside him, and a beaming smile all over his face as he watched Thor. “Good morning, beautiful boy.” “Good morning, Daddy.” “Come and get coffee.” Thor got up, walked around the bed, and bent down to kiss Dimitar. He picked up the cup, inhaled the fumes gratefully, took a couple of sips, and then put the cup down and sat on his daddy’s lap. He had to spread his legs far apart to straddle Dimitar’s massive thighs, but he managed it. That was better. Now he could feel the warmth of Dimitar’s brawny body, the massive arm wrapping around him and drawing him in. And could it be? Yes, his daddy’s enormous tool was growing to full size, the head digging into his crack. “I take you again, my special boy?” Thor found it so endearing to see this huge, muscular stud looking at him with those pleading, puppy dog eyes. He smiled at Dimitar as he reached out to the table, took a squirt of lube from the pump (they were on every table in every room), spread it onto Dimitar’s epic erection, and then raised up and slowly lowered himself onto the head. Funny how I was so terrified of this cock the first time I saw it and now it’s just the right size. As he thought this, Thor pressed down and opened right up, taking his daddy’s cock deep inside himself with no strain and no haste. He rode Dimitar right there on the chair for a few minutes, pausing from time to time so both of them could enjoy some more of the coffee. Damn, the coffee is good here. But for sure, I’ve never had morning coffee like this before! He chuckled at the thought, and Dimitar grinned and laughed too, that special comfort zone between them at its absolute peak. He wrapped his arms around Thor, drawing him right in against his body. Then Dimitar stood up, lifting Thor as easily as if he were no more weight than a paperback book. With Thor still impaled on his cock, Dimitar walked over to the bed, laying Thor down and climbing on top of him without falling out of his hole. “I take you now, boy.” A statement now, not a question. But Dimitar still didn’t hasten. He lay on top of Thor, moving easily and smoothly in and out of his boy’s ass. They caressed each other as Thor took his daddy’s rigid cock all the way inside his body, opening himself to the gentle yet relentless pressure of that immense tool, the sensation of being for a time fully possessed, fully in the control and under the spell of the Bulgarian giant. He could feel the cum beginning to stir in his own balls and was sure that Dimitar must be feeling it too – but there was still no haste, no sign. His daddy was still moving easily, without any urgency or need to rush the ending. Dimitar was kissing him now, their tongues slipping and twining around between their mouths as Thor continued working his ass on his daddy’s cock, immersing himself fully in the experience of this incredible morning sex. And then, so suddenly that it startled him, he felt the rush. “Oh my god… oh, Daddy… I want to cum… make me cum….” Dimitar didn’t hurry, even now, but he altered the angle of his thrusts slightly until he was grazing Thor’s prostate with every push into his boy’s hole. “Oh, Daddy… oh, fuck… I’m cumming!” Thor’s cock struggled, unable to move where it was trapped under Dimitar’s solid abs, but it pulsed fiercely until they both felt the warm cream spreading between their bodies. Dimitar grunted, gave three or four ferocious thrusts and exploded inside his boy’s quivering body. And still they lay together, kissing each other as their breathing declined towards normal while Thor’s body remained impaled on his daddy’s satiated cock. Eventually, they pulled apart. Dimitar took Thor’s hand. “Come, beautiful boy. We get cleaned up now.” They took a long, leisurely shower together, and Dimitar then took the phone and ordered some breakfast from room service. The waiter arrived not long after, dressed in the standard daytime staff uniform of a white cut-off dress shirt, black bow tie, and black speedo. He spread out the food and drinks on the large table, favoured a towel-clad Thor with a gleaming smile and wink, and then left. After they’d eaten and drunk their fill, they went back to the chairs by the window. Dimitar sat down across from Thor with a solemn expression on his face. When he spoke, he became a different man altogether, the congenial “Daddy” set aside to make room for more serious business. “Thor, I talk to you now because Lars ask me. What I say now, it is his job, but he ask me to do it for him because you and I, we have special understanding of each other. What we share here – Lars, me, your daddy, all the other members, is skill and desire to become more wealthy. This you already know, and you have make good start at it. “Now, it is time to warn you. Many people think biggest danger in our lives is fraud. Not so. We are smart men, all, and we see fraud far away and avoid it easy. No, biggest danger is lose focus. “We all have good fun together here at Christmas time each year, and other times during year, with each other or others. But careful about being with others! Not all have good desires. You get distract with one hand, another one sneaks behind and borrows your money without tell. You know what I mean. Pick friends with care, keep focus always on work and business. Never let anything or anyone distract. We don’t make money success without care and caution. Lars ask me warn you so you be always with care as you go forward.” Thor took it all in and pondered it. Finally, he spoke. “I understand.” “That my smart boy. You do well, go far. I know. So, now I have done what Lars ask. Now I help you myself.” He reached into a pocket, pulled out a token, and put it into Thor’s hand. Thor looked down – and his eyes widened in shock. It said: “€250K.” “Seriously?” “Yes. I make invest in young man I think go far. Best return is to see you succeed. You deserve, you earn, Thor. You see what I want, what make me happy, where no one else sees. I hear you do the same in your work. You find what others do not see. You be big success in life. I help.” Thor stood up and walked around the table. Dimitar stood in turn, pulled him into a huge bear hug, murmuring, “You my good, smart, beautiful boy.” “Thank you, Daddy.” They hugged and kissed for a few more moments. Thor was close to tears at this solitary man’s trust and generosity. Then Dimitar released him, with a playful swat on the ass, and the words, “Go now, get to pool before everyone say Dimitar tie you down!” Both of them were laughing as Thor headed out the door. By the end of the week, Thor’s final account from the cashier had risen to over nine million Norwegian kroner, not far shy of a million Euros. When he compared notes with Farouk and Kristian, they had both done well too. “They’re handing us big money like it was pocket change.” Kristian’s voice held an undertone of bewildered exasperation. “Apparently no strings attached.” Farouk sounded just as puzzled. “There’s a reason. Everything they do, there’s always a reason. Just like that pep talk about focus and distraction. Our job is to figure it out.” Thor was certain of that much, at least. All three of them had gotten the same kind of talk at some point during the week as his meeting with Dimitar. “So others are somehow involved in it.” Suddenly, Kristian slapped his hand on the table. “You’re right, Farouk! They’re telling us that it’s time for us to make the jump from being entrepreneurs to becoming executives. It’s time to expand our businesses, to shift our business models, to bring more people into our work and grow beyond what we as individuals can achieve. But with focus and caution.” Thor pondered that and could see no flaw in Kristian’s reasoning. And then he had a further thought. “Grow and diversify. We also have to find ways of growing the business beyond our original work model, to find more channels for meeting client needs and expanding our base of clients and revenue stream.” Each of them had those thoughts foremost in their minds as they flew home from their Christmas holiday in the sun. All that money was designed to help them grow faster than they had done until now. The next phase, indeed. It was shaping up to be a busy and complicated year.

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