Gay Sex Club Stories 1

By N. R. Walker

N.R. Walker writing as A. Voyeur.
49 pages of gay erotica.

My name is A. Voyeur. I work as a special security guard in a private sex club for gay men. My job is to sit behind a small, mirrored window and watch what goes on in different rooms to ensure the well-being and safety of all the members. This includes anything from cross-dressing, role-play, vanilla anal sex and blowjobs, to full-on BDSM.
Basically, I get to watch men have sex for a living.
These are their stories.

Please note: This isn’t a romance. This is pure erotica. There isn’t really a plot, there isn’t a story line, there isn’t really any character development.
There is just sex. Where men get happy endings, not happy ever afters.

WARNING – READER CAUTION ADVISED:
Intended for an 18+ audience only. This book contains material that maybe offensive to some and is intended for a mature, adult audience. It contains graphic language, explicit sexual content between men, and other adult situations. Scenes include bareback sex, cum-play, some bondage, and some serious sacrilegious content. If that's not your thing, don't read this book.

• Language: English
• Publisher: N. R. Walker
• Release date: Mar 19, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370090471

N. R. Walker

N.R. Walker is an Australian author, who loves her genre of gay romance. She loves writing and spends far too much time doing it, but wouldn't have it any other way.She is many things; a mother, a wife, a sister, a writer. She has pretty, pretty boys who live in her head, who don't let her sleep at night unless she gives them life with words.She likes it when they do dirty, dirty things...but likes it even more when they fall in love.She used to think having people in her head talking to her was weird, until one day she happened across other writers who told her it was normal.She's been writing ever since...

Book preview

1

Virgin

Tales

1

Isat in my small booth behind the mirrored glass going through the paperwork and wondered how this de-virginizing scene would end. I’d seen this kind of thing before. A kid who’s never had sex turns eighteen and his friends drag him to the club to punch his V card. They pick a fantasy, pay the cash to make it happen, and leave him there. They then come back for him in an hour or two, clap him on the back, beg for details, and go grab a pizza. It had been done a thousand times, and I was certain this would be no different .

I sighed from my seat in the security room, wondering how much I would cringe through this one. The last one I had to watch through my fingers. It was the most awkward scene I’d ever had the displeasure of watching.

I settled in and read through the kid’s spec sheet.

Sean had just turned eighteen last week. His one and only requirement was to get someone to pop his cherry. Jesus, this kid had to be naïve—or incredibly stupid. He hadn’t even listed any hard limits or scene-ending boundaries. I knew the admin staff would have red-flagged his very blank request form and only screened it as available to a select few clients. Definitely nothing hard-core, no rough-play, no one that would take a perverse pleasure in fucking a virgin and wrecking this guy’s asshole in the process.

This was what I was here for. If a scene got out of hand, or if a kid was in over his damn head and wanted out, I would first flick the lights on and off as a non-confrontational warning that the scene was finished. If the guy didn’t stop, I would enter the room and stop it

for

him

.

I hoped like hell I wouldn’t need to do that for

this

kid

.

The door opened and in walked Sean. Jesus. His picture should be in the dictionary under the word twink. He was tallish, too-thin, had longish blond hair, with a pretty face. His jaw was sharp angles, his lips plump, his eyes were wide open and screamed

first

time

.

He wore skinny jeans and a shirt with some brand name across the front of it. He walked into the room and looked around nervously. It was one of the rooms that looked like a fancy hotel room. There was no play equipment in here, just a king-sized bed and some expensive soft furnishings.

Sean sat on the bed and nervously wiped the palms of his hands on his jeans, just as the other door opened. I smiled when I saw who walked in and instantly felt relieved. I’d seen him do scenes here before. He was a decent man. Certainly not what the kid was probably expecting to see, given he was about thirty-two years old. But Sean seriously couldn’t have been luckier to have him walk through that door, rather than some of the other guys I’d watched.

Sean stood

up

. "

Oh

."

The guy walked over to him, purposefully, confidently, and with a reassuring smile, he held out his hand. "

I’m

Dale

."

Okay, so he was playing Dale tonight.

You’re nervous, Dale stated. "You don’t need to be. We’ve got as long or as little time as

you

need

."

Sean looked back at the door he’d come through, now his exit. I um, I wasn’t expecting….

Dale smiled. "Someone

my

age

?"

Sean swallowed hard and cringed. I um, I don’t know what I was expecting….

You thought you’d get some jock-looking guy or some guy from a Calvin Klein ad, Dale said. His tone was light and even a little amused. He put his finger to Sean’s chin and swiped his thumb across Sean’s bottom lip. "You know what? You could have some guy who’s only interested in fucking a virgin and getting himself off, or you can have me. Dale slipped the tip of his thumb into Sean’s mouth. I will make every inch of your body sing, and I will make your body sing as many times as it’s able. Because I will make this all