The Circle Club

I was eighteen, and already I knew that I might be gay. My parents were pretty open about sex – at least talking about it and such – and my father even bought Penthouse and Playboy magazines which he left around the house where my brother and I could find them. But I always found myself more excited sexually when I looked at the advertisements for Jockey underwear, gawking at the pics of Jim Palmer in his tight briefs and the black and white ads from Calvin Klein. I never told anyone of course. At eighteen it is difficult enough just being yourself and trying to fit in, so I just played along with my friends and my brother, and acted as if I was straight.

I was pretty good looking as far as I was concerned; thin, some muscle beginning to show, short hair just your typical teenager. Nothing special, just average but I imagined myself as Jim Palmer, wearing those Jockeys and my cock would harden, and I would soon find myself jacking off. I loved those pictures.

I had heard rumors from kids at high school that gay guys would sometimes meet at a nearby park and ‘gay-off’. I would often hurry home, do my homework and ride my bike through the park, sometimes back and forth, just hoping to see something. Occasionally I would make eye contact with a guy walking through the park or riding his bicycle, and my heart would begin to pound and I would find myself pedaling faster and faster, so of course nothing ever came of those glances. I would go home and lay on my bed, imagining what was going through the minds of those guys in the park. Were the glances innocent and meaningless, or were those guys actually trying to meet with me? What would we say to each other and more importantly what would we do together if given the opportunity? I would lay there and without thinking my hand would be caressing my hard cock, slowly bringing me to the edge… I would turn over and come into a handily placed t-shirt or sock, lost in my private world.

After a couple of months of riding through the park and never making contact with anyone, I was beginning to calm down about the while experience. I could now pass other guys, look them in the eyes and although I wouldn’t stop, I would not speed off in a hurry. Once in a while I would even look over my shoulder and catch them doing the same, or see them stop and seemingly wait for me to stop as well. I never did of course, but it was recognition top me that there were other people who thought like me and maybe shared some of the same fantasies about being with other guys.

It was a beautiful day and as usual I had begun to bike through the park after school, lost in my own world when suddenly I almost lost control of the bicycle. I managed to slow enough to steer it off of the path into the grass before stopping. A glance down confirmed my suspicion – I had blown a tire. My pump was at home, blocks away and I kicked the bike in frustration. I walked with the bike a few minutes, pushing hard to keep the flat tire rolling along and cursing myself for not checking it before I left. I reached a small park bench and pushed the bicycle into the bushes behind it, and sat down to collect my thoughts. 

I sat there on the bench and decided to leave the bike in the bushes, walk home and retrieve the pump and patch kit. I lowered my head and stomped the ground, angry at causing myself so much work. As I glanced down, I noticed that someone had scratched some words into the wood slats of the bench. I moved aside to read them. ‘THE CIRCLE CLUB IS ACCEPTING NEW MEMBERS. TAKE THE TRAIL BEHIND YOU’. I looked around and saw nobody. My heart was beating wildly, what was the “Circle Club” and what did it mean to be a member? Why would someone write this here? At sixteen it is hard to put all of the pieces together and I forgot about the bike and tire as I began to fill my mind with the possibilities. 

Again I looked around and saw nobody. I looked over my shoulder and could make out a small trail behind the bench, leading into the bushes and towards the tree line beyond. I stood up and pushed the bike deeper into the bushes and slowly began to walk down the trail. It was thick and overgrown, and in places it was hard to tell if there really was a trail after all. The bushes scratched at my legs, as I was wearing shorts, and I was relieved to reach the trees where the bushes thinned. Looking back at the trail, I began to wonder if the message had been written long ago and that my walk was for nothing. I continued to follow the trail through the trees, eventually coming to a small glade with rocks at the edge. 

It was absolutely quiet, except for the sounds of some birds in the trees and the rustling of leaves overhead. I looked around and saw nothing that would indicate anyone had been here for a long time. I was tried and walked over to the rocks and sat down. I leaned back and closed my eyes, allowing myself a few minutes rest before beginning my walk back to the bench and onwards to my house so I could begin the repair process. As I lay there, I thought I heard some voices. I sat up and looked around, but saw nothing. I listened intently and occasionally I could hear the voices, far away for sure, but voices. I thought that maybe someone had come across my bicycle and my heart jumped thinking that someone would steal my only transportation. I sprung to my feet and hurried to the rail, but realized that the voices were getting fainter as I walked towards the bushes, obviously I had been mistaken and my bike was safe.

I walked back to the glade and tried to find the voices. I walked slowly, and as I approached the rocks I once again heard them, realizing that they were male voices, and again my heart began to beat heavily. I looked around and as I was walking I noticed a slight break n the bushes near the rocks. I moved closer and leaned over the rocks, and tried to position myself so that I could look through the small space in the bushes. I managed to lay on the rocks and through the bushes I caught a glimpse of two men, sitting in another glade not far from me. They were sitting on some rocks near the center of the small grass patch, and they were talking quietly.

They were both older than me, one about 18 or 19 and the other slightly older than him. The youngest was thin like me, short hair and I thought he was cute – a revelation for me to realize that I truly thought about other guys like that. He had dirty-blonde hair, and was wearing baggy skateboarder type shorts and a baggy t-shirt. The older guy was about the same in build but had darker hair. I couldn’t see his face really well, but I imagined he was as good looking as his friend. He was wearing slightly baggy blue jeans which sagged enough so that I could see the black Joe Boxer waistband of his underwear, his shirt was hanging over his shoulder.

The two of them talked for what seemed like hours but was probably only ten minutes or so. The younger guy stood up and walked around a bit, and I thought I caught him looking directly at me, but he seemed uninterested in me. I looked around and saw nobody else and noticed that the bushes almost certainly concealed me. The younger guy continued to walk around a bit and then stood in front of his friend.

I tried to make myself comfortable on the rock, and eventually managed to get into a position where I could see the two men and not have to strain. 

I watched intently and my heart leapt as I saw the older guy slowly reach forward and touch the waist of the other man. His hand slowly moved over the t-shirt, and he pulled his friend closer by about a half step. The younger guy just stood there quietly, and closed his eyes. I thought I could hear a short moan, but I later thought that it must have been my imagination or maybe it was me.

The man’s hand moved slowly over the shirt, and slid under the baggy fabric, out of my view. I could tell from the look on the younger mans face that he was enjoying the touching, and I wiggled as my cock began to harden. The seated man reached forward with his other hand and touched the loose waistband of the others shorts, sliding his fingers around the band to the front, where he deftly unbuttoned the top and slowly unzipped the fly. 

The loose shorts slid down a few inches, resting on the boy’s thighs and exposing the white underwear beneath. I leaned forward as if the extra two inches would do any good, and focused on the scene before me. I watched as the man slowly moved his hand over the underwear, causing the other guy to lean slightly backwards. The boy standing placed his hands at the side of his shorts, holding them up from falling down his muscular legs and the man seated leaned forward and began to move his mouth over the front of the white underpants, and even from my distant vantage point I could see that the fabric was becoming strained by his friend’s hard tool underneath. 

I found myself wiggling again as my dick hardened beneath my shorts, confined between my body and the rock.

I almost gasped as the man slowly began to touch at the elastic waistband of the underwear and pull it downwards, and as the tip of the young man’s hard cock peaked out of the top, I found myself breathing harder and harder as if I had run home and back non stop. As I struggled to control my breathing and to make myself more comfortable, I watched the man lean forward and place his mouth at the waistband of the underwear, and over the tip of his friends cock. I tried to look away to see if there was anyone around me, but I couldn’t take my eyes away.

The man pulled down the waistband further, exposing some of the hard shaft and he began to lick at it, sliding his tongue up and down slowly and flicking his tongue at the underside of the head, now fully exposed. The boy dropped his shorts, and was now standing in front of his older friend as the man slowly pulled the underwear downwards once again, stopping at the boy’s thighs. The boy’s hard cock was pointed skyward, and his small patch of light brown pubes at the base highlighted the length of his hard shaft. The man continued to lick at the shaft, and as he came to the base he leaned downwards, holding the boy’s balls as he licked and nuzzled then before returning to work on the shaft.

I could feel that I was as hard as a rock, and immediately knew that I would be reliving this in my mind over the nights ahead. 

The younger by then let out a small moan, and this time I was sure it was him. The man servicing him slowed down, and began to slowly work his hand up and down the shaft, and as he held the boy’s balls in his other hand, he placed his mouth over the tip and again the boy let out a slight moan. I watched as the man began to speed up the stroking pace and the younger man began to move his hips, and as I felt myself moving slightly as my hard cock pulsed, I watched as the young man seemed to shiver and I knew that he was coming; the man slowed the stroking and licked at the cockhead, taking it into his mouth as the boy moaned and pushed his hips forward. 

The man moved his mouth over the head and shaft, slowly and the boy moaned almost continuously as he moved his hips back and forth, obviously unloading his hot cum into his friend’s mouth. I felt my own cock begin to pulse and I slid backwards, and quickly unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them downwards as my cock began to leak it’s hot cum. I stood there, not having touched my cock with my hand, amazed as I came into my underpants, soaking the front of them. I pulled off my shorts and then my underpants, wiping my hard cock as the last of my hot semen drained from the tip. I looked around, thankful that I was alone. I cleaned myself up and tossed the soiled underwear into a nearby bush. I pulled on my shorts and peered through the bushes where the two men had been only moments before. They were gone.

I slowly walked back down the trail and watched carefully as I approached the bushes near the bench. I saw my bike laying where I had left it, and decided hat I would push it home rather than leave and come back. I wanted to go home and lay on my bed and relive what I had just watched again and again.

As I gripped the handlebars, a small yellow envelope fell to the ground. I looked around and saw nobody. I picked up the envelope and cautiously opened it. Inside was a small handwritten note. “We invite you to become a member of the Circle Club. Hope you enjoyed yourself as much as we did.” And it provided an address only a couple of blocks from my house. It was signed “C”, nothing more.

I must have run home. I do not remember pushing the bike or even walking the distance home. I fixed the tire and rode past the address on the note. It was a small house set away from the road. There was a car parked in front. No name on the mailbox. I rode past a couple of times and returned home to my room. That night I lay in my bed, eyes closed tightly and tried to remember every detail of the day. I came quickly and fell to sleep lost in my happy memories.