Suburban Sinning

Owen couldn't help but be annoyed at himself. The entire point of cruising was to get his rocks off without getting gangbanged. Instead he had ended up with his hole being stretched further than it had by two cops and a married man. Speaking of Owen looked at the man's simple golden wedding band that had been shoved up his ass. He had scoured LocalLads and the cruising sites for the married man but no luck. He genuinely wanted to return to ring but even if the closeted man had been on the sites, Owen figured that the sexual terrorism of Officer F had scared him off from hooking up with young men in the woods. Owen hoped it would be temporary at least, the only thing he wanted more than to return to the ring was to feel The Jogger's huge cock in his ass again.

Owen had decided to take the next couple of days off from sex to let himself recover. He wanted to be as tight as he could be for the next Poker Club gangbang. If Officer F's actions had impacted his membership to the Poker Club he would hunt the man down himself. Nothing was going to ruin today for him. He was heading to Brad's suburban home to meet another few members of the club. If he was feeling anxious about his membership then he would just need to translate his anxiety into whorishness. Just as he was thinking about it he received a text saying there was a taxi on its way to pick him up.

Before he knew it he had arrived at a large, two story fully detached house. It had a manicured lawn with beautiful flowers and trimmed hedges. The picture of perfect suburbia. Owen wondered if the neighbours had any idea that a young man was entering this home on their Stepford street to have his holes filled cock and cum to join a secret society of dirty pillow biters. He wondered if The Jogger lived in a place like this. He wandered up to the door and before he could knock Brad excitedly opened the door. He looked excited to see him again. Before Owen could say anything Brad had him in a bear hug and, despite being eye level with Owen's chest, was picking him up off the ground. Owen could feel the muscles of Brad's biceps and pecs crush into his own body.

"Good to see ya kid! The gang's all here! Well some of the gang. You'll still have a few to go after this but you get what I mean." Owen found his feet back and the ground and Brad's hand on his lower back guiding him into his home. As Brad kicked the door behind him shut, his hand moved down to grope Owen's ass. "Fuck, just as peachy as I remember. I've been telling the guys all about it. I hope you're as eager as you were back at the bus station. These guys are ravenous for some fresh meat." As he said this he pulled down Owen's shorts, to bare his ass and the fact he was wearing a jockstrap. "A jock? Fuck kid. The guys are gonna love you." Brad's hands spread his cheeks and he began to teasingly stroke Owen's hole.

"Brad honey, let the young man at least get into the lounge before you defile him." The voice came from a doorway at the end of the hall. A tall, lithe blonde man wearing stylish tortoiseshell glasses, a crisp white button up shirt and navy trousers stood there, his hair coiffed in a business casual style. "Hi, Owen I presume? I'm Simon, Brad's long-suffering husband." He walked over and shook Owen's hand. He was about a head taller than Owen, meaning he was several heads taller than Brad. He then held Owen's chin between his thumb and index finger, staring deep into Owen's eyes. Behind the glasses his eyes were chocolate coloured and doe-like, they radiated kindness and made Owen feel at ease. Owen then realised he hadn't spoken since getting out of the taxi.

"Yes. I'm Owen. Your house is lovely." He sounded nervous but it made Simon smile. He lent down and gently kissed Owen. As the two gently, but tenderly kissed Owen could feel Brad's hands removing Owen's shoulder bag, zipped hoodie and lowering his shorts. Owen pulled back temporarily to step out of his shorts and remove his plain blue t-shirt. He stood in the married men's hallway wearing only his scarlet jockstrap, a simple silver chain around his neck, his trainers and white sports socks that went up to his knees.

"I'm being so rude, trying to keep you all to myself. Come, I'll introduce you to the others." He took Owen's hand with his own, it felt soft and warm. "Actually, you're wearing a uniform similar to Mason." he glanced mischievously over at Brad.

"Is Mason in the Club?" asked Owen.

"Yes. He's kind of our live-in member." As Simon led the half naked Owen down the hall, Brad continued to playfully slap Owen's arse with both hands, like he was excitedly playing bongo drums. The three men entered a large living area. The thick brown curtains had been drawn, with a light coming from a delicate electric chandelier above and candles dotted around that gave off the scent of sandalwood and leather and tobacco. On a large black couch sat two men, each holding glasses of what appeared to be neat whiskey. On the floor in front of the couch a young man was sitting on his hands and knees. Simon was right, his "uniform" was similar to his, so this must be Mason.

Mason wore a backwards baseball cap and what looks to be a silk blindfold. He was adorned in a leather chest harness and jockstrap. Everything he wore across his bulging rugby build body was black. He didn't look up from staring at the ground, not that he could've seen much with the blindfold. The man on the left side of the couch was slim, tall and had a mop of curly brown hair and a groomed goatee. He was dressed in a light blue button up and a pair of khakis. His black, rectangular glasses, nervous smile and nervous demeanour made him look quite geeky. The man on the right looked much sportier in his gym gear. His black hair was sculpted into a quiff, he had a stubbled square jaw and a deep bronzed tan. He wore a simple white tee and running shorts. Simon introduced them. Wilbert on the left, Mason on the floor and Aiden to the right. Immediately after introductions, without saying a word Wilbert and Aiden stood up and began removing their clothes.

Aiden's stripping revealed his toned, tanned and manscaped body. He was completely smooth except for some well groomed pubes and his pits. Wilbert's reveal was far more shocking. Underneath his boring clothes he was wearing a bondage style, black vinyl wrestling singlet. Except it had a hole in the crotch that revealed Wilbert's horse cock, decked out with a stainless steel cock ring. He smirked as he noticed Owen's eyes widening. Beside him Owen could feel Simon undress, he looked over. Simon was in good shape, a sexy tuft of chest hair, nice cock, cute butt. He and Brad were indeed a handsome couple. Speaking of, Brad was already naked, once again showing off his compact but muscular body. The four men surrounded Owen like predators in a wildlife documentary. Mason stayed in doggy position, not moving.

Hands and lips and tongues and cocks caressed Owen's body all over, he couldn't tell what belonged to who but he knew all four men were hard and ready to devour him. The smell of whiskey and cologne enveloped him. Owen found himself being gently encouraged to the ground. He looked up at all four men surrounding him, grinning with their hard cocks laying on his face. He started engulfing Aiden's dick. Aiden's body was entirely tan, bar the skimpy thong shaped tan line where his skin, including his cock was a few shades lighter. Other than that he looked painted in gold. Owen began stroking Simon's decent sized member and Wilbert's surprise super-schlong. He could hear Simon telling Brad to be patient, he had already got to experience Owen's talents. Then he heard Brad command Mason to remove his blindfold, get over there and suck his dick. Mason did just that, crawling toward Brad. Mason was an expert cock sucker, obviously well trained. Owen felt the rush of competition overcome him, even though he was doing triple the work of Mason. He moved onto Simon's dick. Simon was gently massaging his fingers through Owen's hair, his moans were so timid compared to how loud Brad was. Finally he moved onto Wilbert, taking in some air he made the deep dive for the deepthroat, and took what must have been 10 inches of pure geek meat down his gullet.

Before he knew it Mason was beside him in the circle, finally doing his share of the workload. The two young men took turns servicing their seniors. Occasionally the two would make out, usually with a dick between their mouths. Mason was definitely cute, he reminded Owen of the straight rugby boys he would crush on back home. All brawn and sweat and testosterone, bulging muscles and thick thighs, juicy ass. Occasionally Owen reached out to stroke Mason's cock, which was surprisingly only semi-hard. Brad rallied the men to bring the bottoms over to the couch, he was singing the praises of Owen's bottoming abilities. Before he knew it, he and Mason were bent over each side of the couch looking at each other. Mason, who had been so quiet and really became a lot more dynamic when Brad began fucking his ass. Owen had remembered the rough and brutal fucking Brad had given him back in the public toilets and it made him even more rock hard watching Mason get the same treatment.

Meanwhile Simon was the first of the group to get inside of Owen. As he slid in, Owen's eyes rolled back into his head. His cock filled his hole very nicely and Owen made sure to thank him profusely for it. Wilburt lay back on the couch so that Owen could suck him. Aiden squatted his muscled ass onto Wilburt's face. Aiden blocked Owen's view of Mason and Brad, but it was still an impressive view. He could only see Aiden's bronzed and broad back but could hear Mason gagging on Aiden's cock. Simon's thrusts were not as rough and frantic as Brad's. There was a tenderness to his fucking, but his cock still so deep into Owen's ass that he would feel Simon's balls slap against him. He also tried to engulf what he could of Wilburt's horse hung cock, but even his throat could only handle so much. After a bit more time in this position. Simon shot his load into Owen's ass and announced a swap. Aiden eagerly wanted a shot, so he and Simon swapped places.

Aiden's fuckstyle was a lot rougher, with lots of ass spanking and pushing Owen's head down to ensure that he was sucking Wilburt off. Both men's cocks were filling up his holes in an intense mixture of pleasure and pain that brought the occasional tear to Owen's eye. Although Aiden was a great fuck, Owen would have to admit the tears mostly stemmed from the thought of Wilburt's cock splitting him in two. He could feel Aiden's big hands gripped round his waist, pulling him onto his cock. Owen placed his feet on Aiden's athletic thighs in order to give himself some support from the rough fucking he was receiving. Eventually Aiden too came in his ass. It was announced that Wilburt would be next.

Wilburt wanted to swap positions. Aiden and Brad roughly shoved Owen into the corner of the couch and each one of them grabbed an ankle to spread his legs and exposed his hole to Wilburt's intimidating cock. Wilburt made sure to apply plenty of lube to his cock before asking Simon if he wanted to fuck Owen's face. Simon positioned himself and stuck his cock into Owen's eager throat and began fucking it. The distraction worked and Wilburt was able to slide all 10 inches of his meat deep into Owen's boy pussy. Owen knew it was all in because he could feel the cock ring up against his hole. What happened next was a brutal double fucking from each end, with each man eventually pumping their seed into Owen's holes.

Next was the mysterious Mason. Brad ordered him to take Wilburt's place, but before he began fucking Owen, Brad stood behind him and started fucking Mason. This made Mason's dick rock hard, for the first time the whole fuck session. "Mason is an interesting case study for my project on deviant male sexuality. He alleges that he is straight but can only be aroused when another man is fucking him in the ass," Simon quietly whispered into Owen's ear. So with Brad almost channelling through him, Mason began fucking Owen but kept his eyes closed. All five men were coated in a sweat, and their musky aroma filled the room, overpowering the scene of the scented candles. Owen was in sensory overload. As Simon and Wilburt each played with one of his nipples, Aiden had positioned himself over Owen's face and was fucking his throat. Owen reached out for Simon and Wilburt's cocks. He needed more cock. All the men moved as one horny organism in a passionate motion.

Almost like they were one being, they came at once. Owen could've sworn he felt the cum rush from Brad, through Mason and into his ass. Aiden's second load shot down his throat, without any time for him to taste it. Simon and Wilburt shot loads over his chest and Owen's own load joined them. The men lay on a heap on top of him, a sweaty, panting mass of raw male sexuality.

Another four loads taken. Another four until he was officially a member of The Poker Club...

"So...when can I meet the others and join this thing full time?" Owen panted. The men laughed. And then Simon suggested relaxing with a drink and seeing where the rest of the night would take them.