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THE CHRISTMAS CLUB Chapter 1 The Annual Meeting Lars was facing the big mirror over the dresser as he tidied his hair. His eye, though was actually fixed on the attractively naked young man sitting on the end of the bed behind him. Lars had met Thor less than a week earlier, in a shopping mall washroom, when he had spotted the cute young blond covertly eying his tool sideways as they each released a stream into the urinals. Even though it was mid-morning, it had been plain that Thor was ready, and more than ready, to get into some action. Within a minute after Lars stepped closer to him, they had their hands on each other’s tools in a classic “let’s fuck” handshake. At 40, Lars was apt to take a bit longer to get going, but Thor was half his age and had needed only one touch and squeeze to shoot right up to a full erection, his seven inches jutting up and out at a proud, aggressive angle. So aggressive, in fact, that he simply couldn’t squeeze it back behind his zipper fast enough when the door creaked as another man entered. The newcomer had taken in the scene at a glance, nodding approvingly and winking at Lars as they passed him on the way to the exit. In ten more minutes, Lars and Thor were naked together in a suite of the adjacent hotel. Despite his forceful name and aggressive erection, Thor proved to be the kind of quiet young fellow who enjoyed being manhandled. That suited Lars right down to the ground. In two minutes, he had his eight-inch spear buried deep in the younger man’s throat. Four minutes after that, his tongue was lashing and drilling in the deep valley between Thor’s beautifully proportioned ass cheeks. Three more minutes found Lars buried deep in the hole, driving and thrusting with his entire eight inch length deep into Thor’s snug ass tunnel. Lars was enjoying himself more than he’d expected he would. Thor might be young, but he was skilled at working his ass muscles to give his partner’s cock a delightful ride, and his busy butt had Lars moaning appreciatively as the older man pounded deep inside his hot young ass. Lars had changed up the position several times, first letting Thor sit on his spear and ride up and down on it, then picking the young guy up and pinning him against the wall, legs over shoulders as Lars drilled full force into him. Then he’d dropped Thor onto his face on the bed and lay on top of him, nuzzling his partner’s back and shoulders as he fucked straight down into the delightful ass under him. Those deep strokes brought Lars off the first time. An hour later, give or take a few minutes, after Lars had dropped a second big load into Thor’s hot young fuckhole, he had invited Thor to join him that night for a week-long trip (with all expenses paid) to a resort in Mauritius. Thor hadn’t even bothered to pretend to think it over. He’d dashed off home to grab his passport and get packed (“You’ll need a few nice clothes,” Lars had said) and was back within the hour. Then it was off to Oslo Airport, where they snagged the last flight to London. After a late supper in the airport hotel’s glass-walled restaurant, another wild round of fun and games with Lars slurping all of his two loads our of Thor’s hole (before adding a third one for good measure), they’d curled up together and enjoyed a good night’s sleep. The next day, after a late and leisurely start, they’d left the hotel on a pre-arranged late checkout before joining the ongoing overnight flight to Mauritius. A deluxe limousine awaited them at their destination for the ride from the airport, bringing them quickly to the deluxe resort on its own private coral sand beach, where they’d settled into a generously spacious overwater bungalow. In no time, they had shed their travel clothes and pulled on swimsuits before heading out to the terrace. It was perfectly screened from view from all of the neighbours. It was the first time that Lars and Thor had really been able to take a good look at each other in broad daylight. Thor had enjoyed to the full the sight of Lars’ hot, hard body as he made his way to the plunge pool and stepped down into the water. Once Lars turned around and sat down on the underwater ledge, he’d enjoyed in turn the way that Thor’s snug, minimal swimsuit clung all around his insistent, semi-erect cock and full, round ass. As soon as Thor climbed down into the pool, Lars drew him over to sit down, an eager hand already clutching at Thor’s butt. At once, they began making out hot and heavy, with duelling tongues plunging into each other’s mouths as their hands groped and squeezed and rubbed the two growing bulges. After a minute, Thor got up, climbed onto the rim of the pool, and sat down on his haunches, pulling his tiny red swimsuit down over his ass cheeks as he did so. Lars immediately swung around and plunged his face into that tempting deep valley, eating and tonguing Thor’s hot ass as fast as he could go. Thor moaned in delight as Lars expertly pushed his tongue into the hole, opening Thor up and getting him ready for a hard cock. But Lars suddenly pulled away, slapped Thor’s bare ass, and hissed quietly, “Get down in the water – now!” Just as Thor dropped obediently back into the pool, he caught the throbbing sound of the engines as a dive boat full of snorkelers from an adjacent resort came chugging by. The two of them waved at the boat, getting several friendly waves in return. All the time during this interruption, Lars had his other hand hard at work under the water, palming and squeezing Thor’s bulge. After the boat had passed out of sight, Lars got up on the rim of the pool and bent over, sliding his swimsuit down to offer Thor his ass. Thor dived in right away, licking and sucking while pushing a finger into that inviting hole. His cock got even harder under the water when Lars moaned, “Fuck, yes! That’s so good. Get your cock into me now, dammit!” Although Thor preferred to play catcher, he was never one to say no. Thor drew Lars back down into the pool and then planted his cockhead against the older man’s hole. After a minute of pressure, he felt the hole give way and his cock moved slowly inside. Lars groaned, hissed, gritted out his words through the tension, “Fuck, that’s so hard… haven’t had a dick in me for ages… push it right in there, get it all inside me.” Thor had always fantasized about fucking out in the open air, doing it in broad daylight, It was bonus that he now found himself fucking this hot, muscular daddy, burying his cock quickly and repeatedly in Lars’ tight, willing hole. Just the realization that he was living out his long-held fantasy was enough to override his normal brakes, and he fired off a big load inside Lars almost before he knew what was happening. Being young and well-trained, he was able to keep right on plowing without any delay. But Lars changed the game up again. He pulled away from Thor, spinning around and growling, “Time for you to get it.” But Thor dodged away from him and dived under the water. Lars watched with amusement as Thor chased down and captured in his mouth a couple of small traces of his cock cream which had escaped and were drifting lazily in the pool. Then he came up, smiling, and kissed Lars, letting the recaptured sperm swish around between their mouths. After a moment, Lars broke the kiss and spun Thor to face the wall – then aimed his dick into Thor’s crack and leaned over his back, pushing deep inside the younger man’s muscular ass. Lars, too, was immensely turned on by the public nature of their coupling and exploded inside Thor within a few minutes of hard-driving fuck action. They kept kissing for another minute or two as they recovered their breath from the wild action, but then Lars said, “We’d better get inside before we get the sunburn of a lifetime. Didn’t even take time to put on sunscreen!” The meeting resumed in the enormous walk-in shower, and Thor took advantage of the mood to fuck and breed Lars again, taking a little more time to enjoy the process before going for the grand finale. Over the next few days, their holiday idyll in the sun continued. It was all relaxing, all fun, all enjoyment, all amid the tropical paradise of the resort and the well-nigh perfect weather. All this time, though, Thor was getting more and more curious. Much as they enjoyed the days spent snorkelling, the lengthy soaking in their private outdoor pool or the hot tub in the palatial bathroom, the lazy lunches and deluxe dinners on their terrace, and the frequent wild sexual episodes in the gigantic bed (or out of it), he could tell that Lars was getting edgy. Several times, he’d spotted Lars reading over a lengthy printed letter, with a schedule attached. He hadn’t asked any questions, but he had deduced (accurately) that Lars had some business to deal with while they were here. Then, there had been the morning when they’d decided to have breakfast in the restaurant for a change of pace, and he’d spotted Lars exchanging covert glances with a brown-skinned man at another table. On their fifth day, Lars had finally said something. “Thor, we have a formal meeting to go to tonight for dinner. We’ll need to be dressed to walk along to the main lodge and the restaurant. We’ll leave at sunset.” “”Formal as in jacket and tie?” “No, a good shirt, trousers, and dark shoes will do.” Thor heaved a silent sigh of relief. He was a casual guy and hated having to get dressed up in a suit. This cryptic announcement had left him full of questions, but he held his peace. Being a travel-date “boyfriend” to an obviously rich man was a new role for him, but he had the good sense to keep his thoughts private and wait for Lars to set the tone. As the two of them sauntered into the restaurant that evening and were escorted by the host to a private dining room, Thor got two of his questions answered at once with just a quick look around. There wasn’t a woman in sight anywhere, and every one of the nine older men already in the room had a sexy younger man standing close beside him. Thor immediately recognized a couple of the younger men as hotties that he had spotted while roaming around the resort, either at the bar in the main lodge area, or on that picture-perfect beach under the swaying palms. He’d made the right guess, too, as he now realized, when he’d seen those young men wearing swimwear as skimpy and provocative as his own. With drinks in hand, Lars and Thor began making the rounds of introductions as more guests arrived behind them. Thor’s agile mind picked up several more details before they had gone halfway around the party. The men were an assorted lot from all corners of the globe. One of them was the man he’d spotted Lars looking at in the restaurant the previous morning. Despite their diversity of origin, or perhaps because of it, all the men in this miniature United Nations were conversing fluently in English. What intrigued Thor most of all was the realization that all of the older men knew each other. However, only some of the younger men present greeted Lars by name, while others appeared to be strangers to his wealthy partner. If that was the right word – perhaps “sponsor” would have been nearer the mark. Thor was feeling more and more with each passing minute like a debutante being formally presented at court. The cocktail hour carried on for closer to two hours. Thor found himself getting into conversations with almost all of the older men present. He also had a chance to chat with a couple of the younger guys. As he worked his way through a second margarita, he loosened up a good deal, joining freely in the laughter that now echoed through the room. He grinned from time to time, too, when a roaming hand brushed against his bulge or momentarily cupped one of his firm butt cheeks. Thor was no fool. He could guess that this “meeting” was eventually going to end up in various bedrooms in the resort – and he was definitely up for that, in more ways than one. As it turned out, he was absolutely right – but the grand finale wasn’t going to be quite as straightforward as he was thinking. It was well past dark before they finally got the call from the head waiter to sit down to supper. Out of the corner of his eye, Thor had spotted a couple of servers roaming around the room and placing name cards at the four square tables (set for eight guests each), always after a quick, quiet exchange with one of the older guests. Having noted that, Thor was not altogether surprised to find himself seated next to Yoshi, an older Japanese man, while his neighbour on the corner was Farouk, a studly young Egyptian whose sizable bulge in his snug, tailored trousers had already caught Thor’s attention. Conversation flowed easily around the four couples at the table. None of the young fellows in the party had been seated at the same table as the older man with whom each of them had arrived. There was Lars, Thor noticed, sitting at another table next to a young hottie who looked Polynesian. The meal was light on quantity (a sensible plan so late in the evening in the tropics) but of the very finest quality, as were the wines served with each course. There was only one detail which didn’t quite fit the picture. At the end of the meal, each of the older men filled in what appeared to be a scorecard of some kind which Thor didn’t see clearly as Yoshi had turned half away from him. Farouk and Thor exchanged puzzled glances at that. Then the white-haired gentleman acting as the chair of the meeting got up to speak. In a bland, business-event voice, he thanked everyone for coming, with a conventional wish that he trusted that everyone was enjoying the meal and the resort as a whole. Then he added on a sentence which sent Thor’s eyebrows notably higher than usual. “I will look forward to seeing all of you again in two months’ time, gentlemen.” Thor did a quick mental calculation. It was late October now; two months would bring them to Christmas.

Last Saturday was my birthday. I decided that rather than spend it alone at my house with the cat (a poor conversationalist) I would depart early for the Vapors bathhouse in Louisville and hope that some generous Top(s) would offer me loads of birthday presents, and basically fuck me in two. I planned to leave late in the afternoon, so eI burned a little time during the day watching Netflix, specifically an episode of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine in which members of the station crew accidentally travel to the Mirror Universe. I only mention this because a ) it seems to have set the theme for the evening that followed, and b ) I hope maybe it will entice some of you more geeky types to fuck me - it never hurts to try. I started out heading to the local ABS, 7 minutes from my house, to buy a new bottle of poppers, because mine seemed to have lost some of its jolt. When I got there, the packed parking lot made me think: Hm! Perhaps the hour's drive to Louisville is surplus to needs... So I put on my silver servicee collar, went in, bought my poppers and entered the theater. I went directly to the gay theater, stripped down in front of a dimly lit room full of six or seven seated men, who promptly... remained seated. Until they eventually left, and were replaced by men who sat in their places and did not shift. They watched the gay porn, which was playing with muted volume while the straight porn from the next room blasted its volume loud enough for both. Eventually I noticed one guy jerking himself slowly, occasionally glancing at me, so I got up and sat by him, and whispered in his ear, "Would you like some help with that?" "No," he said, "there's an audience." I stayed 45 minutes without so much as a nod-come-hither from any of those Woody Wallflowers, and then I got dressed and left for Louisville. Think of that as my tumble down the rabbit hole into the bizarre. When I got to Vapors, I had barely got into my room and undressed when a college-age guy of probably Indian/Pakistani descent came in. It was his first time at the bathhouse (he said) and he asked about what people did and what there was to do. I explained about the facilities and the rooms, and that basically guys got it on just about anywhere, and what did he like? He topped, he said (joy) and would I like to play around (no shit) so he climbed on my bed and we got to it. Magnificent cock - just beautiful - at least 9.5" and not too thick. A superb fucking instrument. My pulse quickened a little at the thought of feeling it shafted all the way to the root into my tight ass, and I was going to reward him so-o-o-o well. But not instantly; I wanted some tongue time with it first, and he let me have it, until he finally said, "Can I fuck you?" My dear boy, how many angels can you fit on the head of a pin? That's a question you simply don't bother to ask. Yes, fuck me infinitely, world without end, Amen. He got me on hands and knees, lined me up, stuck the head in - My ass spasmed. This happens with me often on the first fuck of the day/night/session/whatever. I'll get a spasm of pain on entry, and have the Top pull out, wait five seconds until it subsides, and then I can take whatever get shoved into me all night, no problem. This time, I asked him to pull out, I waited five seconds, then told him to come back in. I felt his cockhead rub across my wet pussy, but he didn't re-enter. After a minute, he said, "I'm sorry - I already came." He came from sticking the tip in and pulling it out. I invited him to return after he recharged, but he never did. He just left his load soaked into my sheets. After that, crickets. By now it was 10pm Eastern Time on a Saturday night, and there was no one around in a city bathhouse. It was cold out, but for pity's sake... I finally got up, took a solitary steam and soak in the whirlpool, and then went upstairs to see if anyone had encamped in the TV room. I did find one guy there - I almost overlooked him, seated with his back in the shadows, jacking off slowly to the porn on the screen. I just stood in the doorway for two or three minutes while the clip finished, and then the guy got up and headed toward the door and me. Suddenly he stopped, and said, "Oh! I didn't see you there." He reached out and started touching me immediately, saying, "Is this okay?" and within a minute and a half the one-sided conversation had escalated to "Would you like to come to my room?" Why the fuck not? He was grinning like a Cheshire Cat the whole time, from the moment he saw me, and I have to admit there was something charismatically chemical - or perhaps chemically charismatic - about him. I'm mildly autistic, so other people's charisma usually just bounces off me with no effect, but this guy had me from the word "ho". We got to his room and the making out began. Normally it takes a hell of a lot to get me honestly hard, but he had me performance-hard with just a few caresses, and within five minutes, he was lying on his back on his bed with his ass tilted up for me to fuck him, and I, total bottom who had not entered another man in over a dozen years, did. After some thrusting, he climbed on top and finished me, before jacking off to a shuddering orgasm that shot clear over my shoulder with me still inside him. Then we did it all over again. After I took my leave, I went back, cleaned off, and resumed my station. I did take one load from a rather modestly-dicked man, and then I looked over my shoulder to see a line of three more waiting. The next one came in, looked at me closely, then went back out. When I turned around a moment later, they were all gone, like someone had shouted, "Clean cup!" and everyone suddenly had to jump up and change to a different place altogether without any reason whatever. Then, more crickets for half an hour. At last, my CL notice announcing me as a bottom taking anon loads got a bite, a man who wanted to know if I could come to him, not far away. I though, well, it's one certain fuck-and-load, versus possibly nothing really satisfying the rest of the evening at the bathhouse, so I dressed, packed my things, and checked out. While I was checking out, a sudden influx of men began coming in, perhaps six or seven, mostly individual, mixed ages, making me wonder if I had just made a horrid mistake. But the deed was done, and I went off to get my one certain birthday fuck. I arrived ten minutes later at a darkened apartment in which my summoner sat naked on a hard wood floor, evidently wanting to take the 'anon' part very seriously. He asked if I had any poppers, and said he had only used the kind that I had in my old bottle, so I pulled that out for him. I asked him what he liked, and he said, "I like to be fucked." Oh. Shit. He hadn't understood the ad. But I'm a sexual service submissive, and once I answer a call I don't just walk out if I can serve in some capacity. And I had, after all, just fucked another man, twice. "I can't promise you I'll be able to fuck you in a way that will satisfy you," I said. "Well, maybe you could just fist me," he replied. Wh-whathe-forcrying- I had never been fisted before, much less fisted someone else. I've studied up on fisting because I've seriously considered allowing a Dom to do it to me before, and I still may, but I had had no actual practicum. I told him so. He went into the other room and returned shortly with a towel, a two-cup glass measuring container full of resonstituted powdered ass lube, several pair of latex gloves, and a huge spreading dildo that he had been using to gradually train himself open. I sighed. "Have you ever taken a fist before?" I asked. "No. I had a guy try once, but he wasn't any good." "Look at my hands," I said. "My hands aren't huge, but they aren't petite, either. I know the basic theory for fisting, and I am familiar with the anatomy involved, and know the principal things to be cautious about. I cannot promise you that you will succeed tonight, but if this is what you want to do, I will try." We went to his bedroom, and I realized that if I was going to have any hope of relaxing him enough for this, I was going to have to start with massage. I gave him the abridged version of what I call my "high-risk" massage - the one that is risky because if I give it I stand a fair chance of leaving the Top either too relaxed to function, or outright asleep. His back was like one of the Red Queen's playing card soldiers, stiff and unyielding, but I finally got him relaxed enough to begin, and I discovered that he must have been using that stretching dildo fairly regularly. Then, for some utterly bizarre and, to me, inexplicable reason, it suddenly occurred to me that what his ass needed to relax better was a good fucking. So, for the third time that night, I, a total bottom, fucked a man. I didn't cum this time, but I gave a performance that I would have appreciated myself had I been the recipient. After that, he had indeed opened further, and, long story short, after about 20 more slow, careful minutes and lots of incredibly messy lube, I was up to my wrist in his ass - his first fist, and a milestone for him. "You're just awesome," he told me afterward. By the time I was ready to leave Louisville it was 5:30am, time for Krispy Kreme Doughnuts to open, so I stopped there and got a dozen. When I came out, I felt oddly as though I had stepped back through the Fucking Glass into the real world. I have absolutely no desire to fuck anybody. I am the fuckee, the cunt, the bitch, the boy pussy. I love it that way. In that Mirror Universe I saw another me who lived another way, and his sex life fucking weirded me out. As for loading me up on my birthday, thanks for nothing, Louisville. (The guy I fucked twice, by the way, was visiting from Nashville.) As for the rest of you, especially you geeks like me, live long and prosper.