Page 28 of Gay Sex Club Collection

Ethan roughly pushed Anthony’s Elizabethan jacket down over his shoulders, and contradicted the harsh movement with the softest kiss to his lips. “Get on the bed.”

Anthony let his jacket fall to the floor and sat on the edge of the mattress. He scooted back, his pupils blown wide and his lips swollen and wet. Ethan took one of his feet and carefully slid the costume shoe and sock off his foot, and with the same care, he removed the other shoe and sock as well.

Ethan took the foot he was still holding and sucked the big toe into his mouth. Anthony fell back onto the bed and closed his eyes. Wearing only the white breeches, his confined cock was more prominent now. He palmed his dick and gave himself a good squeeze.

“Don’t,” Ethan demanded. He planted a kiss to the arch of Anthony’s foot and let his foot fall back to the bed. He crept up between Anthony’s legs, almost prowling. “I will be the one to pleasure you. Your cock is mine.” He batted away Anthony’s hand and put his mouth over the bulge in his breeches.

Anthony moaned and rolled his hips. He writhed, desperate for more. Ethan slowly pulled down Anthony’s breeches, exposing him to a room full of masked men. They had an audience now; men watched from where they stood as Anthony lay naked on the bed, and a still fully dressed Ethan knelt between his legs.

Anthony’s cock rested heavily across his hip and Ethan licked it from balls to tip. Ethan skimmed his hands all over Anthony’s body, trailing lines down his skin where his blunt fingers dug in. He took Anthony’s cock into his mouth and sucked, and Anthony clutched the bed.

Ethan pulled off Anthony’s cock before he came and found the lube. He slicked his fingers and pressed them to Anthony’s ass. I couldn’t see how many fingers, but Anthony’s eyes went wide. “Oh, fuck!”

“You need to be ready for me,” Ethan told him, working his fingers into him. “Not many men can take my cock, so I want you opened up.” He thrust his fingers into him and gripped the base of his cock, pumping him while sucking on the head.

Anthony moaned loudly, shamelessly. He grasped blindly at the mattress as Ethan worked him over and over, and it wasn’t long until he was bucking his hips, wanting more.

It was pretty clear the moment Ethan found Anthony’s sweet spot, because he arched off the bed and cried out. “Fuck!”

The men watching reacted with him. “There it is!”

“Give it to him.”

“Make him come.”

“Fuck! Fuck!” Anthony cried, bucking his hips. He thrust his ass onto Ethan’s fingers, and Ethan rewarded him by taking his cock into his throat.

Anthony came, hard. His cries were hoarse, grated with a pleasure, and his back arched off the bed. Ethan swallowed what he gave him, and when Anthony slumped back onto the bed, Ethan pulled his fingers out and leaned over him. He gripped his face and kissed him passionately, letting Anthony taste himself.

Anthony’s hand came off the bed as though to touch Ethan, but his arm must have been too heavy or boneless, because he let it fall back to the bed. He was completely spent and pliant.

Ethan kneeled up, and satisfied the man beneath him was ready, he rolled him over like he weighed nothing. Anthony was now on his stomach, his thighs spread wide and Ethan kneeled between them. He was still fully dressed, and he simply reached into his breeches and pulled out his massive cock. The white material fit snug under his balls and his cock jutted out.

I’d seen a lot of cocks—in this club and in my own bedroom—but this was one of the biggest I’d had the pleasure of seeing. Easily nine inches long, it was thick, veiny, and a perfect mushroom head. A collective hum and moan from the men watching went around the room at the sight of his gorgeous cock. Almost everyone in the room was watching now.

Ethan smiled proudly as he poured lube over the shaft and he gave himself a few long pulls for show. Then he poured a generous amount of lube over Anthony’s ass, again pushing his fingers inside, stretching him wider.

Ethan leaned over Anthony. “You sure you’re ready for this?” Anthony answered by lifting his ass and moaning, so Ethan guided his huge cock to the waiting hole and slowly sunk inside.

Anthony gasped at the intrusion, but Ethan was nowhere near done yet. He pushed in farther and farther. Anthony cried out, his hands fisting the mattress cover. He pushed his forehead down into the bed and Ethan gripped his hips and pushed in some more.

“Oh fuck,” Ethan said gruffly. “You can take me.”

Anthony was past using words. The only sounds he could make were moans and gasps, a mix of pain and pleasure. Anthony was built so slender, Ethan’s cock must have been so deep inside him, almost up to his belly. Yet he never flinched, he never pulled away.

Ethan stilled, giving Anthony a moment to adjust, but then he started to thrust. Slow at first and with a great show of self-control. He pulled his long cock out to the head, then slid back in, over and over again. Every time Ethan thrust in, Anthony would cry out, and the men watching would cheer.

“Fuck him.”

“Yeah, give it to him.”

“He loves it,” one guy said. “Look at him lifting his ass for more.”

Ethan leaned right over Anthony, laying his weight on his back, every inch of his cock buried in his ass. Anthony gripped the bed and stretched his shoulders, groaning loudly.

“You love my cock inside you, don’t you?” Ethan rasped out.

Anthony still couldn’t speak. His response was a keening sound.

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