John Lucke’s
Just the Sex!
(Sex Scenes Only!)
Strories from:
Bareback Boys Club for Men
Series
Seduction of a Straight Man
Seduction of an American Straight Man
( 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:
Now the Sex!
“London Britches, Falling Down”
Stratford, England:
‘Mitch and Barry in the Locker Room’
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 and the Officer K in the Bushes’
I looked at the hot police officer and knew what he was talking referring. This cop wanted to fuck me.
“I’m sure I can think of something.” To the left of us was some brush and trees. “Why don’t you chase me behind the trees over there? I should get a good sweat in from the sprint. Maybe once were back there I can get a good sweat in another way.”
“Should I call for back up?” He asked, in a devilishly sexy voice.
“No, I’m pretty sure you can handle me all on your own.”
I looked at the officer, and his badge said, ‘Officer K’.
“Officer K?” I asked.
“I have an extremely long last name that doesn’t fit on the badge, so they just put my first letter.”
“Alright Officer Krumpke, you better come get me.” I ran as fast I could run into the brush behind the trees. Officer K. ran after me. We both made our way to the back of the brush. I found a cleared out area where obviously a homeless used to live. The homeless guy cleared out the ground, so he could sleep. It was perfect area for us to get our groove on.
Officer K. tackled me in a way that he wasn’t trying to hurt me, but mainly to get me to the ground. We both hit the dirt, and I was on top of his large, burly police officer body. He outweighed me by at least 75 pounds. His body was hard and toned. I could feel his hard cock bulging through his pants as I lied on top of him. Oh, he was undoubtedly gay.
He rubbed my face with both of his hands and shoved his tongue down my throat. He was an unusually sloppy kisser. His breath smelled as if he had been smoking and drinking coffee all evening. My breath wasn’t any better because I was pretty sure it smelled like a brewery.
I grabbed his cock with my right hand as he kissed me. His cock was fat and hard. I went to his groin and unbuckled his belt and scooted his pants down. His cock was incredible. It was a perfect size. It was about seven and half inches, and a perfect thickness.
I took a hold of his dick and began jerking him off. He had pre-cum already surfacing the tip of his dick. I leaned in and licked the top of his cock. I got a strong taste of his man fluid. I loved the way pre-cum tastes. I then took my entire mouth and engulfed his cock. I swallowed his fuck puppet until it rammed against the back of my throat. I took in the whole cock.
“It’s time to make you sweat, Jonny.” Officer K. turned me over, and ripped off my blue jeans. He was manhandling me, and it was extremely hot. He then turned me over, so I was on my knees. He took his cock and licked his hand.
“Mix your pre-cum in,” I said. “Go slow at first. Once you’re all the way in, you can pound the shit out of my ass. But get it all the way in first.”
“I got it.” Officer K. then put his bare cock in my ass. “Damn! Your ass feels terrific, Jonathan. It’s warm and tight.” He slowly got his ‘Johnson’ all the way up in my ass. He started pumping my tight hole hard, and it felt incredible.
“All right,” I said, “Make me sweat. Officer K. pumped my hole manically for the next seven minutes.”
“Oh my God, this feels so fucking good.”
“I need to work some more, so I can get this alcohol out of me.” I maneuvered Officer K. to his back. I took his cock, and I sat on it. I rode him like a ceramic pony at the mall. You know, those rides you pay a quarter to ride for two minutes.
I slid my tight ass up and down over his juicy meat stick. As I went ‘up and down’ he was drilling me also in a ‘up and down’ motion. We got our rhythms ‘in sync’, and it was some of the most unbelievable sex I have had in years.
“I’m going to cum,” Officer K. said.
“You want to cum inside my ass?”
“Yeah, I do.”
I guess the thought of letting him cum in my ass was more than he could bear. Within second, he was ejaculating deep into my prostate.
When he was finish coming, he wasn’t done.
“Are you one of these bottoms that doesn’t like to cum?” he asked.
“No, I jack off twice a day,” I assured him.
He then laid me to my back. He then went on top of me and began sucking my cock. His mouth was warm on my cock. He licked and scrubbed my shaft with his tongue.
As I looked down and watched Officer K suck my cock. Having an on-duty police officer sucking my pink crank was fucking amazing. Maybe I was into cops in uniform. All it takes is one experience to begin a fetish.
He licked my bagpipe so scrumptiously that I came in two minutes. Officer K. swallowed my cum as if it is whip cream out of spray can.
We got up and made our way back to the vehicle. I blew into his breathalyzer, and I was now under the limit. He let me go with a stern warning.
A very stiff warning.
‘Young Cub’
West Hollywood, California
USA
‘Monty and Earl in the Mansion’
I looked down at his cock, and I could see he was hard. He was wearing loose black and white plaid shorts and his fat cock was bulging up. He obviously was attracted to me.
I decided to reach over while I sat next to him on his couch. I took my hand and gently rubbed his cock from the outside of his shorts. “So tell me, Earl. When did you first know you were a dick hound?”
“I always knew. I didn’t act on till a couple of years ago.” He adjusted himself as I rubbed his cock harder from the outside of his shorts.
“What happened?”
“I answered an ad to move in be this guy’s roommate. I started being short on rent, and we worked out an alternative way for me to pay him back.”
“That’s hot. How old was the guy?” I reached into his shorts and pulled out his cock. He had about a eight inch cock. It was thick, and it looked powerful.
“The guy was pretty old.”
“How old?”
“Like thirty-eight.”
I let go of his cock. “I should kick your ass,” I said laughing. “That’s only three years older than me. You act as if the guy is a toothless troll.”
“He wasn’t close to being as hot as you. Compared to you, he was a toothless troll.”
“Now your back on my good side.” I continued to stroke his beautiful cattle prod. I leaned over and wrapped my mouth on his cock. “You like having, your dick sucked?” I asked.
“It’s the second best thing I like in the bedroom.”
“And the first?”
“I like to get fucked hard.”
I nearly coughed up a lung hearing this gigantic greek god say that phrase out loud. “Let’s go upstairs and go inside my hot tub.”
“I didn’t bring trunks,” Earl said.
“I wouldn’t let you wear them even if you had brought them. I have a extremely strict ‘nude at all times’ policy for my hot tub.”
“Must make it weird when family visits,” Earl said, with a wink.
“I have hot cousins,” I said.
Earl and I headed up to my bedroom. My hot tub was in the master bedroom’s bathroom. It was quite large, and two people could get down and dirty in it with no problem. Let’s just say, I have put that theory to the test on more than one occasion.
Earl took off his clothes, and he did have a lot of extra weight on him. He still looked hot, but he had, maybe, 25 pounds to lose. He took off his shorts, and I saw that lovely, long cock of his one more time. Although Earl is a bottom, I still loved wrapping my mouth around his young cock. It’s the dirty old man in me. I’d be sure to do it at least one more time before the night is through.
I peeled off my clothes. My cock was out, and I rubbed it to get my chub on. Earl looked at it and grinned.
“You like that nightstick?” I said to earl.
“It’s a healthy looking grinding ax.”
“Oh, trust me. This ax is going to be grinding your ass raw all night.”
“That’s what I’m counting on.”
I had turned on the water, bubbles and heat the second we had entered the bathroom. The tub looked ready. I turned everything off, and I stepped into the tub. I slid under the water without getting my hair wet.
“How does it feel?” Earl asked, as he began stroking his own cock. Damn he was fucking hot.
“It’s nice. It’s always soothing after a long day.”
Earl stepped up and went into the hot tub. He dunked his entire body into the middle of the tub like a frat boy. He nearly sent water over the side with his massive body.
“Easy Tiger, you’re a big boy. We might need to drain some of the water.”
“Do what you got to do, man, because I want that cock in me pronto.”
Earl made his way over to my side of the hot tub. He sat next to me and began stroking my fire hose under the water. I reached over and returned the favor. We just stared at each other and continued to jerk one another off. He had a firm and strong touch. You could tell he was good with his hands. He worked my beef missile as if he is out to impress his elders. I stroked and yanked on his ‘Conda’ giving it right back to him.
“Do you kiss?” he asked.
“Why wouldn’t I. I’m not a prostitute,” I said laughing. “I’m not under some Pretty Woman, Julia Roberts and Richard Gere guidelines.” I leaned in a kissed the young stud with vigor. He had soft lips, and he knew how to kiss exceptionally well. I licked and sucked on his lips, mouth and tongue. We both continued stroking each other’s shafts as we tongue fought at the side of my hot tub.
His cock had a real fat head. I rubbed my hand over the top of it, and it was driving him nuts. I was ready to fuck this diesel truck of a man. “Turn around,” I said.
Earl faced the wall of the hot tub. His big, muscular ass was up in the air. It was half way out of the water, and half way in. This made it easier to stick my cock in his tight, young hole.
I took a hold of the fuck-pole between my legs and rubbed it into Earl’s ass. “You like that, big boy,” teasing the outside of his ass with my drainage pipe.
“Get it all the way in first,” he said. “Once it’s all the way in, then you can have your way and be as rough as you like.”
“I’m going to fuck you so hard with my pink missile that you won’t be able to walk to class tomorrow.”
Earl placed both his hands on the edge of my hot tub to brace himself. What a sport! That was my kind of ‘bottom’. He knew my fuck shaft was about to spread open his ass cheeks and make its way into his love canal. He was preparing for the worst. In this case, it would be for the best.
I shoved it in his tight hold. Damn it felt marvelous. His hole was so fucking tight. It was strangling my cock. I nudged my meat stick forward.
Holy shit! This was like having a vice around my cock!
I inched my way even deeper, until my whole package was being engulf by Earl’s plump ass.
Then I began to slide my cock in and out of his wondrous bottom. There is no feeling greater than a thick, warm ass wrapped around you cock like wrapping paper.
I pounded his ass repeatedly. Earl would let a moan with every deep pump. I grabbed the front of his thighs as I fucked him from the back. I got my cock deep in his ass, and he was loved every inch of my eight inch cock. I slapped and smacked his fat ass as I pumped it into the night.
“Let’s go into my bedroom,” I said. “I want to fuck you, while you lie on your back.”
Earl and I got out of the hot tub and dried off. We made our way over to my giant California King bed. I ripped off the cover and pinned Earl to my bed. I tilted him back, and I slid my cock deep into his ass. This time I wasn’t considerate. He yelped like a dog who had his tail stepped on.
“Stroke your cock for me, big boy.” I said as I crammed my dick in and out of his sweet ass.
Earl began stroking his meat pony. I watched as his dick got harder and harder. It excited me to no end. I continued to fuck his wondrous ass. Earl jacked his long dick off. He quickly made himself cum, which is common for ‘bottoms’ to do in this position. They love a dick in their ass so much. That very little gets them to the ‘promise land of orgasmhood’.
I was a little older than my 21 year old lover. It took me usually about 15 minutes and three different positions with some great fucking for me to get to where I needed to be. I continued our second position, knowing that the last one was going to be standing up facing the mirror on the wall. I wanted to watch myself fuck this young stud’s ass.
When I was done with the second position, I grabbed Earls’ body roughly. He let me manhandle him. This guy could kick my ass in a second if he wanted to. But he was being an obedient submissive little bitch for daddy.
I pinned him up against my mirror while we both stood up. I crouched him down a tad, so I could get my cock in his ass. Once it was in, I watched his face in the mirror. The anguish and thrill that was happening simultaneously with this guys expression was turning me on in a way I hadn’t felt in years.
I looked down and watch y cock go in and out of his tight little hole. He moaned and groaned, and I knew I was going to cum any second. As I watched my penis slide in and out, I knew it was a matter of seconds that I was going to cum.
It was time. I gave it a couple last pumps. I pulled my dick out and jerked my man juice all over Earl’s muscular ass.
“Holy fuck, Earl. Damn, that was fucking spectacular!”
Needless to say, Earl the pearl put up an appropriate pic on the Bareback Boys site, and the young stud got laid nightly.