A gay man lives out his fantasy of being gang-banged in bondage in this new story from Alan Baker Charlie. Part 1.
Guys & Pals - Chapter 1
by Alan Baker Charlie
Series: Guys & Pals
This month’s potluck dinner of Orlando’s informal association of gay realtors was being held at a large home for sale in an exclusive neighborhood in the southern part of the city. Brent parked his car and joined the others inside, finding a spot for his cherry cobbler on the counter with the other desserts. The weather was good, so the agents were eating outdoors by the pool. Someone had set up folding tables and chairs. Brent grabbed a beer from a cooler and began mingling with the others.
One conversation in particular piqued his interest. “Have you heard about what’s going on in the Guys and Pals community?” Ted asked.
“What’s the Guys and Pals community?” someone asked.
“It’s a retirement community that caters to gay guys,” said Ted. “It has top-of-the line manufactured housing on medium-size, nicely landscaped lots. It’s priced for people on a retirement budget, but it’s way better than a trailer park. Anyway, what I wanted to tell you is that these older gay guys have been inviting younger gay guys to come visit and have some special fun.”
“What kind of special fun?” someone asked.
“Well, some of these guys have hot tubs or special devices for massaging. Others are into BSDM, and they have dungeon-type equipment in their homes.”
“I don’t think I want to be locked into any dungeon equipment and then have the old guy who locked me up keel over from a heart attack,” said one of the guys. Everyone laughed.
“My gym has a hot tub,” said another guy. “I have enough old guys staring at me at the gym as it is.” Everyone laughed again.
“I don’t know how much fun it would be to have sex with an old guy,” said someone else. “At their age I’m not sure they’d be able to manage an erection.” Some people rolled their eyes, and others chuckled.
Later in the evening Brent had a chance to speak with Ted in the kitchen, one on one. “I was interested in what you said about the Guys and Pals community,” he said. “Confidentially, I’m into BDSM, and sometimes it’s hard to find someone who has the right equipment. I like to be tied up, and I don’t really care whether the guy is young or old, as long has he’s willing to tie me up. Anyway, I was wondering how to get in contact with someone at the Guys and Pals community and invite myself over.”
“Wow, you’re brave,” said Ted. “There’s a guy named Edgar who’s the organizer. I’ve helped him with some real estate business, and I have his number handy in my phone. Do you want me to give him a call?”
“Sure,” said Brent. “Let’s go into the bedroom so we can have some privacy.”
“Okay,” Brent. They moved into the nearest bedroom and closed the door. Ted pulled out his phone, found the listing and initiated the call.
“Hello?” said Edgar.
“Hello, Edgar, is that you?”
“Yes, this is Edgar.”
“Yes, Edgar, this is Ted Turnbull. I’m the one who helped you recently with selling the home next to yours – the one where the heirs were out of state in Virginia?”
“Oh, yes. Hello, Ted. I thought I recognized your voice. How are you?”
“I’m fine,” said Ted. “Anyway, I have a friend here who’s a real estate agent like me. His name is Brent. I was telling him about you and your community. He’s about 35 years old, sandy blonde hair, good looking guy, really fit and everything. So, anyway, the poor bastard likes to be tied up, and he was wondering ….”
“If I could hook him up with someone here? Of course!” said Edgar.
“Great,” said Ted. “I have him right here with me if you’d like to talk with him.”
“Sure thing,” said Edgar. “Put him on the phone.”
Ted handed the phone to Brent. “He wants to talk with you.”
“Hello?” said Brent.
“Hello,” said Edgar. “I hear you like to be tied up. Don’t be shy. I’m here to help. I have several guys who would be delighted to make your acquaintance.”
“Wow,” said Brent. “Yes. That’s great. I’m glad we can speak frankly like this. You understand the need to be discrete about this sort of thing, right?"
“Oh, yes, of course,” said Edgar. “I understand perfectly. You don’t need to worry. We’re conscientious, trustworthy guys here. We know what we enjoy, and we know that not everyone understands, so we are careful about keeping certain activities confidential. Anyway, can you tell me a little more about what you are interested in? I mean, we have guys that are into spanking, and guys that are into leather. We have guys that have straitjackets, and guys that have various types of other restraints.”
“Just a second,” said Brent into the phone. He turned to Ted. “I’d like to speak with him alone,” he said.
“Oh, of course,” said Ted. “I’ll be out here if you need me.” Ted left the bedroom and closed the door behind him.
“Okay, I’m back,” he said. “What I’ve fantasized about for a long time is a gang bang.”
“You want to participate in a gang bang?” asked Edgar.
“Yes,” said Ted, turning red. “What I mean is that I’d like to be the one whose ass is pounded.”
“Wow,” said Edgar. “I don’t think we’ve ever done a gang bang before. However, I don’t think I’ll have any trouble rounding up some guys to participate. Can you send me a photo of yourself? That might help me convince some guys to participate.”
“Sure,” said Brent.
“So, how many guys do you want?” asked Edgar.
“No more than ten, I guess,” said Brent. “Everyone should wear a condom, of course.”
“Oh, of course,” said Edgar. “As far as I know, everyone understands the need for safe sex, even at our age. Is there anything else you want to happen?”
“Well, yes,” said Brent. “As I was telling Ted, I like to be tied up.”
“That’s no problem at all,” said Edgar.
“Also, I like being paddled,” said Brent.
“Oh, sure,” said Edgar. “We’ll make sure to have a paddle handy. You want us to warm up your ass, right?”
“Yes,” said Brent. “I’d like that a lot.”
“This should be fun,” said Edgar. “Could you come over at 9 a.m. on Saturday morning?”
“Actually, Monday morning would work better for me. I’m usually busy with my work on Saturday, showing people homes. I’m thinking your friends are all retired, right?”
“Yes, sure,” said Edgar. “Monday should be fine. Let’s plan on it.”
The two men exchanged e-mail addresses and phone numbers, then ended the call, both of them saying they were looking forward to Monday.
Brent found Ted and handed Ted’s phone back to him. “Thanks, Ted. This should be quite an experience.”
“So, you’re going through with it?” asked Ted.
“I can’t wait,” said Brent.
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[The author of this story is also the author of the novel, "Keith Finds What Makes Him Happy", which is available on Amazon.]