Gay Sex Club Stories 2

By N. R. Walker

N.R. Walker writing as A. Voyeur.
40 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: Gay Sex Club Stories 2 is 11,000 words long, and consists of four different, separate scenes. 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: 9781370782130

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

Masquerade

Every year the club hosted a masquerade ball. A large open room is turned into a themed hall, which caters to all fetishes and fancies. The costume party theme was eighteenth century, and the costumes were spectacular: white breeches, grand coats with brass buckles, waistcoats, and of course, the all-important

masquerade

mask

.

Like the old hanky-code, these masks were color-specific. Some were navy, some were black, some grey, some green, and some leather; each relating to the wearer’s inclination. A top’s mask had a jeweled design on the left, a bottom’s mask had jeweled design on the right, and a versatile had a mask with designs on both sides. It was a simple but effective method of unspoken communication, but a fun way to keep the members at the club anonymous.

There were forty participating men in the hall, and all security guards were on duty, watching from behind mirrored walls. That meant each security detail kept watch over the room, ensuring that each man remained safe. These things tended to end in a sex-orgy of some kind, so it was imperative each member was identified and had their hard-limits

adhered

to

.

The room was set up with a functioning bar in one corner, a dance floor, and a few tables and chairs. But there was also a wall of wrist shackles, a few padded benches, a huge bed in one corner, and a padded rail, which had three naked men bent over it. Their wrists were bound and their asses were exposed, open, and willing. If anyone wanted a quick bareback fuck to take the edge off, they were ready. Like a normal bar might offer complimentary peanuts or water, this club offered a warm, already-prepped, and eager ass

to

fuck

.

And

men

did

.

They simply undid their breeches, pulled out their dicks and pumped a load

into

them

.

It was an ice breaker of sorts, and it certainly set the atmosphere.

When someone stepped in behind one of them to fuck them, the other men stopped their conversations to watch. The men on the dance floor turned and looked on as well. And when the top was done, the other men just turned back to their conversations or dance partner.

Two of the men I had to watch ended up dancing with each other. A confident top with dark brown hair and thickset build had chosen a younger twinkish bottom with floppy black hair and pale skin to dance with. According to their membership details, they were both mostly vanilla, though the top liked to be a bit of a dominant daddy, and the bottom liked to be owned in the bedroom. A perfect match, and they found each other without any prompting or introduction.

They looked striking as they danced together. They were all hands, grinding hips, and deep kisses. The masks added to the flair, but they were hot to watch. Through the security audio, I could just make out their conversation. The top, whose name tonight was Ethan, turned the bottom around so he could watch a couple fucking in the corner. "Tell me, Anthony, do you like