Rod and Gun Club Ch. 03

Continued from Ch. 02

“Good,” Liam said.  “We call it the Rod and Gun Club, nice and generic with a little pun thrown in for good measure.   We can go over the details tomorrow.   For now, let’s see if that ass of yours is as good at taking cock as your mouth is.”  And with that he reached down, grabbed my ankles, and flipped them up over my head, causing me to slide to the couch, head on the seat while my ass was exposed in the air.  He immediately plunged his tongue into my ass crack and began eating out my hole.

The next several hours were a blur of sucking, fucking, riding, and cumming.  At one point one of the neighbors angrily banged on the wall and told us to “turn the goddamn porno sound down,” guess we sounded like pros, because we forgot about the porn after the first round of blowjobs.

Luckily we did not have any early meetings the next morning, because, like in Liam’s story, the sun was coming up when he pumped his last load into my ass.  There was no porch, but he had me bent over the back of the couch as he pounded me relentlessly.  I honestly do not know how one man has the stamina to keep going like he can.  And besides remaining hard all night, he kept pumping more and more cum out, like there was just a faucet in his cock that he could turn on and let flow.  I came at least three times, and Liam far more than that.  I swallowed as much of it as I could, but after the third helping I was so full of cum that I honestly could not drink anymore.

We awoke in the morning and Liam went back to his room to get cleaned up.  I did the same, left the housekeeping staff an extra tip for the mess we made by fucking on every piece of furniture in the room, and went downstairs to meet Liam for the day.  I must say we both handled it well – we were both perfectly natural all day in public and in our work meetings.  The rest of the week we continued our nightly routine, generally ordering room service and spending every minute from when we got back to the hotel to when we had to leave in the morning with our clothes off and our cocks buried inside one another.

Needless to say we were not  disappointed when the client told us they needed us to stay for the weekend to continue work the following week – two full days to relax and enjoy ourselves (and each other), or so I thought.

“That’s perfect,” Liam said after leaving the Friday meeting when they told us we had to stay the weekend.

“Why?” I asked, “won’t the wife be disappointed?”

“Sure she will, but not our choice right?  And more importantly, the Club just so happens to be in town this weekend.  Thought I was going to miss it, but looks like its just our luck.  You, my friend, are in for one hell of a time.  The new guys always get the best treatment.  Plus, in a place like Palm Beach, the hired help are always hot and plentiful.”

I was understandably a little nervous at this – I had not expected to be joining “The Club” quite so soon.  But when we got back to Liam’s room and he opened his pants and pulled out his cock for me, I knew this was going to be a weekend to remember.

Next time – first weekend at The Club