AUTHOR'S NOTE; Is this story for you? This is a bisexual MMF tale about a mid-thirties man, a younger man and his twin sister in their mid twenties. It is primarily a Gay Male Romance with some spicy side dishes of mmf-bisexual parts that just screamed to be written. Here's a fun fact; According to Merriam-Webster, the first known use of the term "cocksucker" was circa 1890.
I seem to keep writing these longer stories of emotional romance fueled with passionate sex, but I've broken this one into shorter parts for those who don't have the time for a long read in one sitting - (I'll make a note at the very end to tell you how many words you've read — something you can brag about, if nothing else.) One HEADS UP: With the m/f twins involvement in the story, there is a small amount of sexual content with MMF sibling voyeurism/exhibitionism in Part 06. I consider it more nudism and incidental touching than incest. But, just in case anyone reading this might be sensitive to any sibling content; I have put a clear warning at the beginning of the brother/sister/male-lover scene — with a brief non-sexual summary at the end to outline story events — this way you can still read the story w/o any surprises you didn't want.
This is a completed story. All parts are completed and submitted for publication and should be posted out every few days or so. If this is your first yukonnights story and you like it, add me as a Favorite Author to get notices when the next parts are published. One last heads up; I want to give credit to Omenainen for the great help on proof-reading this story. It wouldn't be what you'll see here without that help. That said, any typos or stupid mistakes are all mine — so I apologize in advance for any mistakes that slipped past even after my many reviews. As always, I hope you enjoy this and ask for your comment/critique and rating. - yukonnights.
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Part 01
The Beginnings of C & s Club — July 2016 — A Secret Location Near Bellingham, WA
"Well friends, all of our planning and work has finally paid off — here in my hand are the permits and final approvals for our little club. The Cocks and suckers club is a reality!"
The man speaking smiles down from a small platform stage left over from the building's last owners, a sad old bar and dance place located too far from Bellingham to make a go of it. It's this isolation that makes it perfect for the clubhouse envisioned by all who are gathered here and who contributed time and finances to make this a reality.
The small gathering of men cheer and lift the beer cans lugged out here in ice-chests. The shared visions for the club include a real bar in the future, but this day deserved a toast. After a few minutes of celebration, one man raises his voice, "Everyone! Just a word!"
The celebration tones down and the man continues, "I just want to give a big thanks to Aaron here because we all know this would have never happened without his work, the meetings with the county, the permits and I'm pretty sure he pitched in the most money too — even though he'll deny it. So let's give it up to Aaron Harding!"
Again the men roar their feelings and the sincerity of the praise can not be doubted. Aaron tries to calm them down with his hands, but the applause and shouts keep on. Finally all of the congratulations and emotions taper off and the men mingle and talk about what all the future might hold now that they have a place of their own.
"Guys, hey guys! I have a surprise for you!"
Again the loud talking and joviality eases off and Aaron calls out, "What's your surprise Carl?"
"Well, as you can see, I brought my cock-sucker with me today. I think most of you know Tony and I figured it might be fitting to have at least one little show of what we all want this club to be. So ... if no one objects, I'd like to take the stage with Tony and we can all see how things might be around here real soon."
Again the men cheer and there are back slaps and smiling faces around the room. As everyone starts moving back toward the small platform stage, a man shouts, "Get up there Carl — show us the future!"
Carl takes Tony's hand as they ascend the two wooden steps up to the platform. The room suddenly falls silent as the men watch the pair walk to the center of the stage. "Friends, this stage here is part of what we wanted to build into our private club. Now we have one ready made. I think all of us hope that this kind of open sharing will be an encouragement to those who are new to accepting they are submissive cock-suckers. It's this willingness by guys, like my Tony here, who embrace their sexuality and aren't ashamed to publicly show it, that will help others like them find the courage they need to just be true to themselves. How many of you Cocks out there have had this talk with your cock-sucker? Raise your hands?"
Almost every man raises his hand, and Carl says, "That's great guys. I think this club will pave the way for a lot of new relationships to be found as time goes on."
Turning to Tony he says, "We've talked about this and now it's time. But first I want to thank you for being the first cocksucker to get on his knees on this stage. And I want to say to everyone here just how lucky I am that Tony has come into my life — you ready to do this?"
Tony just nods in the affirmative. He looks small next to Carl, but Carl is a big man by most anyone's standards.
"Go ahead Tony, strip for us— we're all friends here. I want to share you and what you and I have discovered with these friends of ours." As Tony takes his clothes off, Carl says to those watching, "Imagine having come here with a new sub and him seeing that he's not alone. Imagine how liberating that could be."
The gathered men shout their agreement to Carl's hopes and then the old abandoned bar falls silent. The dim sunlight streaming though windows clouded by dust and cobwebs is the only illumination, the dark walls swallow up most of it. The dust is heavy on everything, the floor, the abandoned tables and chairs are too dirty to use. But every eye ignores all of that and are fixed on the two men on the old stage. Tony slides his T-shirt over his head and lays it on a chair that for some reason found it's last resting place on the stage. He kicks off his Birkenstock sandals, his clean bare feet now stand on the dusty planks of the stage. The two men keep their eyes focused on each other as Tony unbuttons his jeans and slides them down until they puddle around his ankles — with deft grace he steps free of them. He is clearly aroused and poking out stiff as he faces the man before him.
Carl closes the space between them with one step and kisses Tony on the forehead, then gives one small nod. With that nod, Tony goes to his knees and looks up to his man. Carl nods again in encouragement. We can all see Tony swallow in nervousness, but his hands go to Carl's belt and buttons and within seconds the swollen man-meat is free just inches from Tony's face. Carl's cock matches his body, both in the above average size and the red flush of the flesh covering his curved shaft and the bulbous glans. Just from his body language it seems that Tony has now forgotten those watching and is no longer nervous about being so exposed. He takes the hard cock in a somewhat delicate hand, leans forward and becomes the first cock-sucker to grace the stage of the C & s Club.