Glen’s former lover had been seconded to an overseas branch of the company he worked for, and they decided that their long distance relationship simply wasn’t going to work. The night we met at the bar, Glen occasionally referred to ‘The Clan.’ I just believed they were fellow bikers who enjoyed riding together. That night he had to join ‘The Clan’ for a prearranged engagement but insisted on exchanging phone numbers with me before he left.
The following week, I did receive a phone call from him and we arranged to meet at the same pub that Friday evening. After an enjoyable hour in one another’s company, he invited me home with him. His place was very Spartan and it was clear that interior design held no attraction to him. In all fairness, the place was clean and tidy. Before long we were in bed together.
Glen was a fantastic lover and his stamina, remorseless. After we had fucked four times I asked him if he had an on/off switch. After a good laugh, he fucked me again, just to ‘punish’ me for my cheek.
Saturday and Sunday were spent together at my home. During the weekend he told me a great deal about, ‘The Clan.’ They were a group of eight guys, now seven after his former lover had left, who partied together. I was somewhat taken aback by his revelation, but as we weren’t an item reserved my opinion on the matter.
The group were not into sex toys, whips, slings, piss, fisting, scat, or any of that silly shit, as he put it. They just got together and had ‘good old fashioned group sex.’ There was nothing hectic about their sessions that were comfortable and enjoyable, with no pressures at all. There were no pussy-boys, and all the guys were masculine, and revelled in their manliness. There was no role-play and everyone gave and received. The other six guys lived together as couples, but when they got together it was ‘share and share alike.’
I had never had a threesome, and quite frankly, never really thought about in doing so. I therefore just smiled benignly throughout his revelations. By Sunday evening he began pressing me on my feelings about ‘The Clan.’ With candour, I told him that the concept didn’t really appeal to me. He lay off the sales pitch thereafter, and when he left early Monday morning I believed that I may not see him again.
Strangely, I did see him on a number of occasions over the following two weeks, and Glen was really growing on me. When we spent the night together again, twelve days later, he told me that The Clan were dying to meet me, and had invited me to their Saturday gathering the following evening. Caught between a rock and a hard place, I had to give him an answer.
“Why don’t you just come along and see for yourself?” he asked. “I promise that you won’t be forced into anything. You have my word Owen,” he concluded.
After a long pause, I replied, “Okay, I’ll give it a go.”
All Saturday was spent with butterflies in my stomach. What if I really didn’t like one or more of the guys? What would I do if a guy really turned me off? I was pleased that there would be no extreme action, as that simply wasn’t my scene. ‘What to do, what to do, what to do. Maybe I should just pull out. However, I do find the thought of an orgy intriguing,’ I thought.
I was practically shitting myself as we finally drove off to Spanner and Deccan’s home. Wearing shorts and T-shirts, we arrived at our destination. Little did I realise that nudity was the norm once you arrived, and that all clothing was simply left at the entrance of the home. Deccan (Dec) met us at the door naked. Upon entering, Glen began to strip, with me sheepishly following suit. After we had both been given a beer, Dec and Glen began kissing and groping one another. It really looked like they were seriously into each other.
Dec then mentioned that the other guys were already in the basement. We followed and entered the ‘fuck-den’. There were four canvass covered matrasses, placed in a square in the middle of the room. Three of the guys were standing and chatting and the other two were on one of the mattresses, blowing each other in the sixty-nine position.
The other two couples were; Murphy and Lyle, and Fabio and Horvath (Vath). Lyle and Fabio were the two guys busy on the mattress. Spanner (real name Vincent) was a handyman, hence his nickname. He was the biggest of the entire group and was totally alpha. To my delight, I found all the guys rather sexy. After general introductions, Spanner immediately zoned in on me, and no sooner had he placed his arm around me before I was being pulled down onto a mattress.
Getting on top of me he said, “Glen wasn’t lying about you, I think I am going to be spending a lot of time with you tonight.” Before I could answer my mouth was swamped by his lips. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the other four guys pairing off, on the other two unoccupied matrasses.