Chapter 4
**Anyone appearing in this, prior or subsequent stories is over 18 years old.
Mark savoured the last of my load as it disappeared down his throat. "Reese, I love sucking cock and am very fond of cum. Yours, my friend, is delicious. Will members of our group get to find out for themselves?"
I was sitting on Mark's sofa, legs spread and softened cock hanging heavily. I had already decided to join this most exciting group. I didn't want to betray my eagerness to Mark, though. Never give the other party the impression you need what they have in any negotiation. Even in mutually beneficial situations like this.
I smiled as I replied, "Mark, I am considering it. Before agreeing, however, I do need to review the contract. I cannot commit to something without knowing all the details. Is it something you can email me?"
Mark rose from his end of the sofa, his cock swinging as he exited the room. He returned with the proverbial manilla envelope soon after, handing it to me with a smirk. "Here you go. I would imagine it is unlike any other contract you have seen. As I mentioned, it was drafted by one of our group and reviewed by another group member who works at a different firm. The contract states that each member's privacy and discretion are mandated and confirmed. Go ahead, take a look."
I opened the closed but unsealed envelope and removed what appeared to be a five-page contract. I first noticed the group's registered name, Mutually Assured Liquidity Endeavours Inc. I chuckled to myself that this group of men had their private group incorporated as MALE Inc. The member lawyers' sense of humour appealed to me, making me consider the lawyer's members as well.
I continued through the contract with any preconceived concerns I had addressed in the paragraphs. I reviewed the terms and conditions of the group portfolio and its performance since its inception, a robust 9% YOY. I decided I was not risking anything by accepting the invitation to join this group. The existing members valued their privacy as much as I did; the contract in my hand confirmed that.
"So, where do I sign, Mark? I am willing to try anything once, and this group sounds like it is too much fun to turn down."
Mark stood and revealed a previously unseen pen in his right hand, extending its button towards me. I took it, flipped to the last page of the document, signed it, and dated it. I handed both to Mark, who then witnessed my signature. The paperwork was now complete for my entrance into MALE Inc.
Mark took the manilla envelope and pulled a piece of paper from it that I had missed. On it was the banking information for the fund transfer that would finalize my membership in the group. I grabbed my phone, logged into my banking app and transferred the $5,000.00 entrance fee. I turned my phone around to Mark, showing him the completed transaction. He smiled and said, "Reese, welcome to the club."
Relaxed, Mark and I chatted about anything that came to mind. I heard about his upbringing and the challenges he had as he came to grips with the realization he was gay. He spoke of how two good friends in his teens/early 20s made life more accessible so he could come out to his family. To his surprise, they were accepting. They weren't doing cartwheels of joy, but they loved Mark and wanted him to be happy and who he was.
I told Mark about my upbringing and how I had always viewed sexuality as an individual to each person. I explained that I was lucky enough to have both gay and bi family members who demonstrated they were devastatingly ordinary people with all of the same trials and tribulations as everyone else. I also saw the unfortunate reality of being "different" in a time when that was synonymous with being "bad."
I also shared the story of how two friends and I realized having someone else jack or suck you off was far preferable to masturbating alone. Mark smiled and said, "I wish I could thank those young men."
It was getting late, and I had some errands in the morning. I grabbed my clothes and dressed, and Mark and I finalized our plans to get testedand grab lunch the next day. We parted after a full-body hug; I clothed him naked and bid each other a good evening.
Despite, or perhaps because of, the day's excitement, I was exhausted. I got home, stripped, and crawled into bed. Sonya and I texted briefly, catching up and promising to speak in the morning as we were both ready for sleep.
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Saturday dawned bright and loud. The room bathed in sunlight, and the radio blasted the latest pop song designed, I'm sure, to annoy people directly out of bed. My phone showed 7:15 as I got to my feet and left the bedroom to empty my bladder. I pointed my semi-soft cock and let nature take its course, the relief increasing in connection with the volume of piss exiting my slit. When finished, I did the customary two shakes, flushed and washed my hands.
I crawled back into bed, picked up my phone, and saw a good morning text from Sonya. I responded, and soon, we were Facetimeing. We did the customary catch-up on the kids, her parents, and their plans for the weekend. With that complete, she asked how my evening was the night before. Forgetting that I was on Facetime, my smirk revealed more than my words could.
"As you know, I was at Mark's last night. I assume you did watch the video and understand what we were up to. I want to answer any questions or concerns you have. It's been a wild few days."
I could tell Sonya was thinking about how to respond to my question. The activities of the last few days are very outside my typical character, and she would be within her rights to be angry, pissed off or upset. I was confident she wasn't, but I wasn't positive. This chat would answer our mutual questions.
"Reese, it has been a wild few days. I wonder if my initial reaction to the news about how you are spending your alone time was positive. I knew there was no secrecy or attempt to hide anything, which helped. If I am being honest, though, my primary reaction was attraction. I haven't yet figured it all out, but when you told me about dinner with Mark, his feelings for you and how that evolved through the evening, it turned me on. Maybe I have read too many dark romance novels, but it really turned me on".
The tone of Sonya's voice imparted extra meaning to her words. Making sure I understood completely, I responded, "So, there is nothing we need to "talk" about?" with a smile.
Sonya laughed and said, "No, I want to hear every possible detail. But I am thrilled you are exploring this side of yourself. Mark seems like a great guy and someone safe to explore with."
I was confident Sonya would feel this way, but it was still a relief to hear her say it. I decided now was a good time to tell her the rest of the story.
"So, Mark asked if I wanted to join his weekly gathering of open-minded, horny men in his high-definition fuck room. What do you think?." Sonya considered my statement and started to smirk.
