Bareback
Boys
Anthology
Bareback Boys Club for Men
Series
(Seven Sexy Tales)
By
John Lucke
Bareback Boys Anthology by John Lucke
Published by John Lucke at E-books
Copyright © 2011 by John Lucke
Check out John Lucke’s other series
The Seduction of a Straight Man
“The Bet’ (Book one)
Mike the Bouncer (Book Two)
Sex Buddies (Book Three)
Three is Never a Crowd (Book four)
Hard Times (Book Five)
Desiring Mike’s package (Book Six)
The Seduction of an American
Straight Man
Born in the U.S.A. (Book one)
Red, White, and Blue Balls (Book Two)
American Badass (Book Three)
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Dedication
To all the men who dare to think outside the sexual box.
Bareback Boys Club for Men
The Bareback Boys Mantra:
The Bareback Boys Club for Men is a global network of Gay men who like to have sex the way they did in ancient Greece. (Condom Free) The group haves 5,000 members worldwide and adheres to a very strict set of rules.
1. Members must be 21 years of age or older.
2. All medical records of our club members are available to each one of our members.
3. Each member must be tested every five days by a doctor approved in your area by the founder of Bareback Club. Dr. George Fisher of Beverly Hills. All medical information is put online by their clinic. The information is available immediately on line. Each member may see any other member’s latest medical test online before their sexual encounter. If at any point, a member fails a medical test for any reason. They are removed from the club permanently because it proves they had sex with someone outside the club and therefore, they broke rule #4.
4. Any man in the club may have sex ONLY with members of the club. This rule is very straight forward. They may have twosomes, threesomes and orgies bareback style as long as each person is a member of the club.
5. The last rule is privacy. You may never speak about the details of the club to anyone outside the club; especially, mentioning people’s names and specific encounters.
As you would think, this makes for some unbelievable sex stories. We have a weekly newsletter where we encourage our men to write openly about their experiences. For the first time, we’re allowing outside readers to learn about exclusive details of members of the club. I have put together a collection of the best ones that have been sent to me so far.
I am calling this novel Bareback Boys Anthology
Sincerely,
John Lucke,
Editor of The Bareback Boys Club for Men Newsletter
The first seven stories:
“London Britches, Falling Down”
Stratford, England:
‘Mitch’
I am professional football player. Americans refer to the sport that I compete professionally in as ‘soccer’. I am 26 years old, and my closest friends know that I am gay. I keep it from my team, not for my sake, but for theirs. There is a fear among professional athletes that if homosexuality infiltrates a team or organization that all chaos will occur. Unfortunately, the religious right has scared the average person into thinking that gays are relentless sex fiends that walk the earth to turn all straights into starlets like themselves. What little do they know that the hottest men in the world are gay. We are all perfectly fine having sex with each other. Not to say, it isn’t hot to have a straight guy once in awhile, but since I’ve become a member of Bareback Boys, I need to do that under wraps.
Needless to say, I keep my love for cock close to the vest. I couldn’t be in a better scenario as far as my job was concerned. I’m consistently around some of the sexiest, most fit men in my country. Having them walk around me naked with their giant cocks’ hanging out is quite acceptable. It would be the equivalent to a straight guy running ‘runway shows’ and having ‘double d’ breasts constantly in his face.
So, I keep what I do quiet, so I can enjoy my surroundings. Most soccer players have insanely toned bodies. We run hundreds of miles every week just playing our sport. It is virtually impossible not to have a sick set of abs when you exercise as much as we do. I have had a six pack since I was 12 years old and I have never done a sit up in my life. I just play the sport I love all day, every day.
I play for the Manchester Monarchy, and tonight we play the Stratford Poets. I looked forward for my match tonight for a couple of reasons. I love playing soccer with a passion. Tonight, I am more looking forward to the after game activities I have planned with the goalie from the Stratford Poets team.
Yes, the goalie is gay as I am. How do I know this? We are both part of the very secret, underground gay society called The Bareback Boys. The group was started by some doctor in California. I ran into their site on-line about three years ago.
The name of the group is exactly what the group is about. We are all clean men who have sex with each other, and never worry about strapping on a raincoat on our dick. Don’t get me wrong. Safe sex in today’s day and age is the way to go, only if you don’t have the man’s medical record in front of you.
What is great about the Bareback Boys is if there is anything I need to know about a guy I’m going to meet up with later in the evening I can find out in seconds if there is anything wrong with him medically. Even if the guy has congestion and needed cough drops. Everything I need to know is available to me on- line for a monthly payment of $49.99.
Fifty dollars a month is a small price to pay for freedom of knowing your sex partner is safe.
The rendezvous I’m about to describe isn’t about the safe partner aspect of the club. It’s about the hottest sex I have had since I came out of the closet eight years ago.
When we got out on the field in our soccer match that evening, Barry, the goalie for the other team, and my later in the evening ‘fuck-hole’, nodded at me and gave me a wink. We both loved the male form. We both desired a hot, firm cock in our mouth, but we both knew we had a game to play, and we were both extremely serious competitors. Even a hot sexual encounter wouldn’t change the fact we wanted to kick the other person’s ass on the field.
I was highly competitive. When the game is on, and you are wearing the other jersey, then you’re my enemy. For whatever how long the whistle is blown.
Once the game is over, I am an exceptionally easy going and fun guy. I respect other athletes who play the game at the same level that I compete at.
Today’s match was a low scoring affair. The score ended with my team winning 1-0. Ironically, the only score of the game was when I kicked the ball past my goalie friend Barry’s hands.
We played Stratford at their stadium right outside the city. When you play a visiting team, the locker rooms are separated. Mainly, because you never want to engage in any contact with your opponent, some of these guys downright hate each other.
Tonight, facing the other team in their locker room was going to be on a completely different stratosphere. Barry and I had been emailing each other for the past couple weeks. We decided that we were going to wait for everyone to leave in the facility, and he was going to let me into his side of the locker room. We were going to take a shower together in the shower area and just take it from there.
It was about ninety minutes after the game, and our coach had already spoken to us about the match and all my teammates had left. I put on some cologne but stayed in my towel. I didn’t see the use in getting dressed just to take all my clothes off again.
I looked up at the clock on the wall, and it read 10:30. That was when Barry told me all of his teammates are usually out of the locker.
I texted him, ‘All clear?’
He texted back. ‘All clear.’
I already had a hard on, and my cock was a nice, healthy size. I’m six feet two inches tall with brown hair. I am extremely robust and have about 4 percent body fat.
I wrapped a towel around my waist, and my eight inch fat bottle rocket was sifting out of my towel. I am a pretty decent looking guy, but Barry was gorgeous. He was six feet, six inches tall and looked like someone out of the movie ‘300’\
I could only imagine how long and pronounced his fuck-stick was. The more I anticipated seeing his cock and wrapping my lips around it, the harder my own fuck-rocket got.
I had to walk outside briefly to slip over to the other locker room. Barry left the locker room to the Stratford Poets unlocked for me. The cold night air hit me as I hopped over from one locker room to the other. It didn’t affect my boner, however. The sexual anticipation was enough to make me cum before we even started.
I walked into Barry’s locker room. It was musky and had the smell of soap and deodorant in the air. I heard the shower running on the other side of the locker room. I slowly made my way through the locker. I noticed that I was clearly alone. Alone, with Barry.
I walked over to the large shower area. The shower area was twelve showers inside an open area that was closed off from the other part of the locker room. It had grey floors and white walls. As I looked into the showers, I saw Barry underneath one of the showers heads washing his incredibly long cock. He was doing it in a long, slick motion. It was the most magnificent cock I had ever seen. It was long and pink. He shaved his pubic hair, and it made his man axe look even more beautiful. He looked over at me and smiled, “Hey their Manchester, nice shot, mate.”
I nodded my head and said, “I was given a nice pass from my teammate. You were out of position, and it was all I could do not to make it in the net.”
“Nonetheless, you got it pass me. Now come over here so I can taste that cock of yours.”
I stepped into the shower and walked over to him. I was thicker than he was with my build. He was long and lanky, and I was built like a pit bull. He had a perfectly shaved head. His shaved head was even hotter with his square jaw and stunning good looks.
I walked over to where he was standing and pressed him up against the shower wall. His cock was hard as shit, and was poking me in the stomach as I laid my body on top of his up against the shower wall.
I kissed him passionately on the mouth. His mouth was warm, and his breath smelled like minty mouthwash. I shoved my tongue down his throat and grabbed his cock with my left hand. I stroke the serpent he had between his legs aggressively. I did so with a long, slippery motion. He already had soap all over it, so it was easy to slide my grip up and down his long shaft.
“Mitch Johnson, forward on the Manchester Monarchy is stroking my hockey stick,” Barry said, as I continued to work his tool. “I have fantasized about you for years. I always hoped you were gay.”
I looked at him continuing to yank his noodle, “Did you ever know for sure?”
“I just knew you never had a girlfriend. That’s usually a dead giveaway in my book. We have too many women throwing themselves at us for there never to be at least one rumor.”
“It’s hard to have a girlfriend when all day long you dream about cock.” I continued to stroke his hog.
“I hear that.” Barry the put his hands on the top of my head which was an indicator that he wanted me to suck his meat flute.
I obliged him very eagerly. I have wanted his cock in my mouth for years. Now that, I’ve seen it, I wanted to take all of it in my throat.
I dropped to my knees as the hot water fell on my face and the back of my head. Then I put my lips on top of his sweet licorice stick. I loosened up my throat, and just inhaled his blow torch. It was one of the longest pricks I had ever sucked in my gay life. I had a hard time taking all of it, but I damn well was going to get it all in my mouth even if it was going to kill me. I wanted all of it. I gagged on his bean stalk until I had the whole fucking thing in my mouth and down my throat.
“Easy there. You don’t have to be a hero. I know I have a monstrous cock, but I do like your willingness to do all you can.”
I looked up and said, “What can I say? I’m a go-getter and a team player.”
“So am I, mate,” Barry said. With that, he stopped me from sucking his shaft. He then laid me down on the floor of the shower. Barry lied next to me on the shower floor. Water and steam was all around us. We were in a perfect spot in the shower where the water was barely hitting our bodies, so we wouldn’t drown. Barry buried his face right on top of my cock.
He had no problem downing my eight inches of fat cock meat. He took all of it as if it is an evening snack. He licked my cock, and I positioned my body, so we could sixty-nine on the floor.
We sucked the pre-cum out of each other’s cock heads until we were both ready to fuck. Barry’s profile in Bareback Boys says he loves to be a ‘bottom’. I loved to be a ‘top’, so this was a match made in heaven.
Barry was all soaped up and wet. No lube was going to be necessary. I was planning to bury my bareback cock into his muscular, warm ass. I flipped him over onto his belly and shoved my tongue up his asshole. I loved the smell of a clean man’s ass. I rimmed his ass with my tongue, and he moaned and yearned for my cock.
“Just stick it in me, boy. I’m dying for your pink cigar, mate.”
I took my cock, which was harder than a fucking phonebook, and I shoved it deep inside Barry’s ass. It went in real nice and felt extremely warm on my bare cock. There is nothing like a being inside a hot, steaming ass with your naked hot stick.
This was by far the best part of being in the club. I fucked Barry’s athletic hole for the next ten minutes. I watched as my pink dick went in and out of his asshole. He took my fat dick like a champ.
The floor was so wet that we kept slipping and sliding around the shower floor as I continued pounding his ass. Eventually, we made our way to one of the shower walls and Barry was able to brace himself with his hands.
When I fuck a man, and if the guy is as athletic as I am, I will get pretty creative. I knew there wouldn’t be many positions that Barry wasn’t down to try.
I was already behind Barry. I decided to pick up his legs, and I crammed his upper body into the wall, so he wouldn’t fall to the floor. Barry was strong enough to hold himself up. His torso was level with mine, as I stood up on my feet and fucked his tight pink hole.
After a few minutes of fucking in that position, we made our way to cold locker room floor by the player’s lockers.
Barry rolled up, so if he was in a crab-like position on his back. I buried my cock into his ass and fucked him relentlessly.
I hadn’t come yet, so I asked. “You want fuck me, Barry”
“You know I’m a bottom, mate. But you can suck my cock.”
So that’s what I did. Well, that’s what we did. We sixty-nined on the floor of the Stratford Poets locker room until we both came into each other’s mouth.
When we were done, we nodded at one another and leaned out backs against some guy’s locker.
I looked at Barry and could help but laugh. “Who would have thought, Barry?”
Barry smiled at me and said, “I’ll see you on the field, mate.” He then got up and went to his locker area.
Barry was done. I think he now was remembering my goal. I hope the only thing he remembers is how I fucked him in the locker room. Not how I fucked him on the field.
‘Officer Krumpky likes Twinkies’
Portland, Oregon
USA
‘Jonathan’
I have always hated cops. I have never been one of these gay guys that got turned on by a police officer in a uniform. Not to say, I don’t find policemen cute. I found all types of men scrumptious. I just don’t pop an extra boner just because a guy has a badge.
That’s why when I had my most bizarre encounter with a member from Bareback Boys, it took me for a loop in more ways than one.
My name is Jonathan, and I’m 21 years old. My friends took me down to a clinic, and I became a member of Bareback Boys on my 21st birthday. That was four months ago. Since that date, I had only one encounter. Mainly, because hardly any members live in the northwest. The ones that do are usually not my type. It’s horrible.
I had visited a friend’s bar on a Tuesday night. He’s a bartender at a straight bar even though he’s gay. I like to go down there because there are a lot of cute guys who come in on Tuesday nights. Apparently, they are all in some kind of adult kickball league. Very hot. Just the thought of all those hot guys kicking a bright red ball in a grassy field is enough for me to cum in my tighty whities.
I’m not the manliest of gay guys, but I’m not a queen either. I have nothing against queens; I’m just attracted to a butch man.
I have blond hair, and I’m often referred to as a ‘twink’ by most gay men. I am terribly thin, but I’m exceptionally cute. I did some modeling when I was a teenager. I have platinum blond hair with blue eyes. I got tanning daily, so my skin tone makes for an interesting contrast with my hair color.
These days, I’m a freelance photographer for a gay magazine. I meet a lot of cute guys on my shoots, but I never sleep with them. That’s the rule. When you’re in the club, you can only sleep with club members. I take being a member of the Bareback Boys club seriously, so I have been holding out to find a really hot fuck friend in my area of town.
I want t move to an area where there are a lot of members like Los Angeles and New York. More than half the members preside in those two areas alone. It must be ecstasy for those guys in those cities
I had drunk a few beers throughout the evening at my friend’s bar that were ‘on the house’. Like a dipshit, I got into my car. It was a big mistake to drink and drive, but I only live five minutes from the bar and I thought I could get home with no problem.
I got into my car, and pulled out of the parking lot and went down the street. I hadn’t been on the road for thirty seconds when I saw flashing red lights in my rearview mirror. It always freaked me out to see red lights flash. My heart felt as if it would come out of my chest. I pulled over to the right on the empty highway. It was an area that had no buildings; just a trees and bushes for about a mile.
I put my car in park, and I waited for the police officer to walk over to my window. I had been pulled over a couple times before, but I was a lot more freaked out this time because I had a couple of beers in me. I am so light, that I had no idea what my alcohol level would even be if he made me blow into a breathalyzer.
He walked over to the passenger side of my vehicle. I guess he did it for safety reasons because we were so close to the highway. I rolled down my passenger side window, so he could speak to me. “License and registration please.”
I looked over to him, and I couldn’t see what he looked like. It was too dark outside, but he had a deep, scary voice. He did sound younger though. I handed the officer my registration and license. He leaned into the car and sniffed. “Have you been drinking, young man?”
“A little bit, but I swear I’m not drunk. I only had two beers.” It was more like five, but he didn’t need to know that. I now got a look at his face, and he was exceptionally good looking.
“Uh huh,” he said sniffing stronger in the car in my direction. He obviously smelled the beer on my breath. He wasn’t buying that I only had two beers.
“Would you mind taking a breathalyzer test?”
“Sure,” I said.
“I’m going to run your license, and I will be back with the breathalyzer.”
This was horrible. I was probably going to get a DUI.
I sat in my car for what felt like an eternity. It must have taken thirty minutes, when the officer finally came back to my vehicle.
He walked up to my window this time and said, “Will you please step out of the vehicle?”
Was I getting arrested? What the hell did he find when he ran my license?
I stepped out of my vehicle. The officer looked at me with a nice smile. He was remarkably handsome. He hard dark brown hair, and was about ten years older than me. He had sexy, thick build, and the way he looked at me wasn’t intimidating at all. It was almost as if we were two guys getting ready to hang out.
“So Jonathan,” he said. “I ran your name in a couple of different data bases, and I discovered that you were on one of them.”
“I was on a criminal data base? I have never been arrested in my life.”
He smiled at me and said, “I didn’t say criminal database. Apparently, you are part of an underground sex club?”
“That comes up? There isn’t anything illegal about it. No one pays anybody. It’s all consensual.”
“I know it is.” He paused and then said, “I have been a member since 2005.”
My heart skipped. “What? Are you messing with me?”
“I don’t mess around like this. Especially, if I’m in uniform.”
“I have looked at every guy’s profile from the club within a hundred mile radius of Portland. How come I never ran across you? If I saw someone as hot as you, I would have definitely taken notice.”
“You wouldn’t think I would put my actual city on m profile. I’m a police officer. I put down that I’m from Hollywood.”
“They let you do that?”
“I can do whatever the hell I want. I’m a cop. I get down to southern California there monthly. So I only take advantage of the site when I’m on vacation.”
“Doesn’t that defeat the purpose of the site? Aren’t you horny and want to get laid when you’re out here too?”
“I do. I’m extremely discreet about it. So what can I do for you?”
“Huh?” I was mightily confused by his statement.
“What can I do for you?” he repeated. “I know you’re under the discretion rules of the club. Therefore, I know you won’t tell my precinct that I’m a Bareback Boy. I just need for you not to tell any Bareback Boys you meet in the area that one of their own is a police officer.”
“Look, I won’t tell anyone,” I said. “I promise you.”
“Even if I still bring you to jail if you fail the breathalyzer test?” he asked. He seemed unusually serious. Great, he was one of these ‘Boy Scout cops’.
“You’re still going to give me the breathalyzer?”
“I have to, it’s my job. If you’re drunk, I can’t have you on the road. Tell me how many drinks you honestly had.”
“Five beers in the last two hours,” I said.
He looked me over. “You’re pretty light. You will be over the limit, but I still don’t have to make you blow into the breathalyzer just yet. Maybe there is something we could do for awhile that will cause you to sweat some of alcohol out of your body.”
I looked at the hot police officer and knew what he was talking referring. This cop wanted to fuck me.