things kept building up and getting better and feeling nicer and surging hotter every second. Sex-pressure all through his body was increasing so fast that Willy wondered if he was going to explode of plain passion before his cock could go off and relieve the wonderful throbbing pressure that had been created so skillfully and rapidly by the marvelous know-how of this white cock-sucker who was so terrific.
With his prostate under constant bombardment from Herk's surging weapon, his scrotum stimulated by Karl's expressive and skilled hands, his cock-shaft thrilled by those expert fiery fingers, and his cock-head engulfed and stimulated beyond endurance in the man's versatile mouth, Willy suddenly found himself accelerated beyond the point of no return, and was shooting his load into Karl's eager and receptive mouth long before he expected to. It was the culmination of superb technique practised by an expert, for Karl had never let Willy even pause in his rocketing rise to spurting ejaculation orgasm.
“I'm coming. I'm shooting it in him. It's going right in his mouth and it's wonderful.” shouted the surprise Willy as the reality of his experience dawned on him. “I didn't expect it for a long time yet, but he got me to blow up by doing just the right things just the right way.”
Herk was even more surprised than his partner that Karl had been so successful so quickly, for he himself was still a long way from jetting his sperm. Smiling his admission of defeat, Herk pulled his huge cock from the joyous Willy's ass and walked around to shake Karl's hand in congratulation. Having sucked up most of the proffered gism, Karl now stood up to receive the acclaim of both his audience and his opponents. He started to take a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the excess semen from his face, but Herk in a gesture of acknowledging defeat, did it for him and pumped his hand enthusiastically.
As the applause and cheers for all contestants died down, Herk held up his hand and again addressed the whole group, “I thought I was pretty good, and in my own special way I still think I am, but I sure got to hand it to this Karl. He sure knows what he's doing.
VOLUME IV
The show and entertainment being put on at The Club was one of the most fascinating and enlightening events I have ever encountered in my life. Of course, as in any type of entertainment designed to appeal to a number of different tastes, some items of this spectacular demonstration had more emotional effect on me than others, but they were all interesting in that they showed the wide divergence to which men, and women, have been able to direct the basically simple biological urge.
We all come equipped with a primitive instinctual sexual urge to mate, for the ultimate purpose of propagating our species. Its the same for birds and horses and mice and men. So that we will be sure to do it, Nature made it fun. But as the human race became more complex, with customs and morals and fears and guilts, our sex-life got further and further away from basic principles, and nowadays, not once in a thousand times, is any sex-act accomplished for the sole purpose of creating a child.
Instead very often, the participants are escaping from something, possibly their own inadequacies and tensions, almost every time they employ what should be the free and joyous instinctive urge of procreation. And the mechanics of satisfying these twisted urges has become so complicated and far-removed from the basic principle that the end result is often self-defeating. In a sense we have become so turned around in our search for emotional relief in an area that has stringent social and moral taboos, that we end up hating ourselves for lack of something truly rewarding to feast on.
In my own case, my need for sex and love with little immature girls, preferably forcing them to endure my attentions as victims, could only be the product of a soul warped from normal and productive paths by some early unremembered injury, and the result is far from the original intent of the basic sex-urge that lies in every human.
And the show at The Club was to demonstrate some urges» and desires that made even mine seem palely normal by comparison, indulged in and appreciated by people whose fundamental biological instincts had been deviated into paths even more bizarre than my own. Some of these variations I could witness with interest, others calmly but objectively, and some with an active distaste which bordered on loathing. And the odd thing about my reactions to these latter exhibitions, was that-deep within myself I knew that the ones I loathed were ones which somehow had deep emotional significance for me. If they had not had importance, I would not have reacted so violently toward them.
It's like the belligerently virile man who boasts that he always beats up fairies and all queers. The fact that he has to talk this way, and may even follow up his words with bellicose actions, only proves that he is not sure of his own masculinity and normalcy, and has to keep proving to himself and to the world that he is different and better than the terrible homosexuals whom he despises and fights. A well-balanced and self-accepting man is able to take things or leave them, without getting all worked up about someone whose manners and habits are different from his own. You only get mad at things that strike home close to your own problems.
But to get back to the big show at The Club, that fantastic institution housed in the central core of one of the best-known, most exclusive, and most accessible new buildings in mid-town Manhattan. Surrounded by expensive business offices, professional suites, and executive board rooms, it occupied the center of ten floors, was easily available geographically to its select wealthy members, and provided a literally unlimited repertoire of sexual variations for the pleasure of its guests who could qualify by reason of wealth and desire for emotional and physical abnormalities in intimate sexual activities.
The next act which was presented for the delectation of the critical and interested audience involved three generations of a well-known industrial family whose name I will not mention, although it is famous as the cornerstone of many sound enterprises, and has been free of any breath of scandal in the public press. All three members of this family project we were to witness were males and consisted of grandfather, father and preadolescent son.
All three strode into the center of the dance-floor stage, around the raised rim the rest of us sat while enjoying the spectacles, and the older man, probably nearly seventy years of age, introduced himself and his partners, “Those of you who don't know me have at least heard of me. This is my son, and the little fellow there is my grandson. The fact that we are members here means that our ideas of some kinds of fun are different from most people's, and we come here to enjoy these different ideas.”
The old man's voice was intent but slightly cracked, indicating his advancing years, but his manner was as strong and dominating as that of a much younger man, showing that he still was vigorous and alert. Now he continued, “When I was a young fellow myself, I managed to get into trouble with several different girls, and they caused me a lot of headaches and cost me a lot of money, and all I ever got out it was a few minutes of fun. So I began thinking, and I came up with a system that has worked out pretty well in a number of different ways.”
“I got married and I had children, just like the rest of the men my age. But most of the time I was able to avoid women and the troubles they gave me by the simple system of using men and boys to satisfy my sex urges. It's really very easy and is better for everybody concerned.”
“I had plenty of money and a good business, so I'd look around and find me a good-looking, bright young boy. I'd tell his family I was looking for a smart young fellow to be trained in my business, and I wanted to send him to special schools and give him special training. The family, usually middle-class, were pleased and complimented, and went along with anything I proposed, including having their son come to live with me or in a boarding school of my choice.”
The boy soon saw that he ought to do anything to please me, for he was getting everything he wanted and was being trained for a much better place in the world than his family could ever offer him. And one of the things I wanted was to use him for satisfying my sex desires. They all came to see things my way very soon, and I can tell you that there are over a dozen wealthy influential men in the business world today who got their start and the push that sent them to the top because they bared their bottoms to me over the last forty years. And most of them have since adopted my system for their own lives.
“What can you do for a woman but give her money and jewels and a place to live for a while? For a man you can make his whole life for him, and he knows it. When a cute young girl has turned into an old wrinkled hag or a fat clubwoman, a man is still reaping the benefits of the start he got from cooperating with me. When you want a child from your wife, screw hell out of her till you get it. But the rest of the time, get your kicks out of boys who are
