Redeemer Lutheran Church: 1955, Millside Fall, MN
Sunday around Noon
It's 1955, in Millside Falls, a small town in Minnesota (Fictional). Many frustrated married men are no longer having sex with their wives. The women tell them they don't want any more children. To them, that also means no sex. They say that the only reason they got married in the first place was to have children. So, the frustrated men banded together and formed The Club, a secret brotherhood of horny straight guys. They get their needs met and help each other out as well. Everything they do is in secret.
They met officially at church. Both Mr. Klein and Jake were assigned as ushers on the same Sunday. They greeted people as they arrived, and took up the collection after the sermon, throughout which they chatted about nothing in particular. But that wasn't the first time they'd seen each other.
Jake worked for Joe Schuster at the pharmacy. As a naturally quiet kid, learning to take care of customers opened up the shy young man. And, because it was the only drug store around, sooner or later, he met most everyone in town.
Mr. Klein’s father wasn’t well. Jake had met the older man several times and thought him quite a hoot. He always had hilarious stories to tell about townspeople who were dead and gone. Recently, however, he took a turn for the worst. Now it was his son who came for his medications.
On this particular Sunday, Jake asked after Mr. Klein’s father, wondering how the old man was. “Oh, he’s up and down. The doctor says it’s just part of getting old.”
Jake was silent for a bit, not knowing how to respond to that. He felt bad because he liked the man, but wasn’t sure how to express that. Mr. Klein figured that's what was going on his the young man's head so he changed the subject.
When asked, “Do you play any sports, Jake?”
Jake grinned and said with excitement, “Sure do. Basketball’s my game. I get to play all winter.”
“Oh yeah, with who?” Mr. Klein wondered if he might know already.
“There’s a bunch of guys from town who play against the farmers’ team. We get together a couple of times a week to play.”
“Do you now,” Mr. Klein nodded. “And where do you play?”
“Out at the old Collins farm. I guess the old man built a gym for the town, way back when, for the high school. They don’t use it anymore but it’s a great place for us.”
“I bet it is.” Mr. Klein knew all about the basketball games run by the Brothers out there. He had heard that when Old Charlie died, his grandson wasn’t too keen on keeping it going. But the devious old man Haugen got the Brothers to change his mind.
That gave Mr. Klein an idea. “Do you have a place to shoot hoops during the summer months?”
Jake looked disappointed. “Naw. We can only use the gym in the barn from October to April. So I always get a little rusty till we start up again.”
“Tell you what. My sons used to play. I had a hoop put up on my garage for them to practice. I could always put it back up and give you a place to play.”
“Really?” Jake exclaimed. But then he thought better of the idea and said, “I wouldn’t want you to go to all that trouble for me.”
“What trouble?” Mr. Klein laughed. “My son can put it up, not me. He won’t care. Maybe he’ll even play horse with you sometime. I’m sure he missed playing too. He has only girls.”
And so within a week, the hoop was reinstalled.
Mr. Klein’s son, Rick, stopped into the drug store late one afternoon and introduced himself to Jake. “I hear you like to play basketball.”
Jake was taken aback. He’d never seen this man before. “Yes, I do. Why do you ask?”
“My Dad told me you enticed him to hang up our old hoop on the garage so you could get some practice in.”
Jake laughed at that, “That's not quite how it went. Your father said you used to play and he'd get you to volunteer to hang it up again.”
Holding out his hand, Rick said, “I’m Richard Klein, by the way. You can call me Rick. Nice to meet you...”
“Jake. Jake Schuster. Joe’s nephew.” They shook hands, Rick giving him “the Brother’s Handshake.” Jake understood now. His grin got even bigger. “Great to meet you.”
Rick gave him an appreciative glance, evaluating Jake’s body as his eyes flashed up and down it. “My dad lives alone these. He said to come by any time you’re free. They’ll be balls in a cage on the back porch. Have at it.”
“He said you played.” Jake wondered, “Ever want to play a game of horse sometime?”
Rick chuckled, “Dad said he told you I’d be game. Sure. We’ll figure out a time.” He gave a quick nod and was off.
Jake started in right away. He didn’t have to be at work until 10:00 am so he would go over to the Klein’s house and shoot hoops for an hour or so, go home, shower and change, and then head to work. It was good, he thought, to start his day with some exercise. And besides, there was no car there so he knew he’d be on his own, which was fine by him. He didn’t need an audience watching him. He wanted to get a little practice in before he met up with Rick.
After a couple of weeks of that routine, Jake was feeling pretty good. Maybe he’d see if one of the guys from the team could join him. It turned out Aiden and Archie were off work by four. That didn’t quite work with his schedule but they’d figure something out.
About a month after Rick hung up the hoop, Mr. Klein and Jake were ushering at church again. “How’s your game going? You making any headway on improving your shots?” Klein inquired.
“Sure thing,” Jake responded enthusiastically. “It’s so cool to get some exercise and get my game back. I want to thank you for going to all the trouble for me.”
Mr. Klein smiled. “Oh, no trouble at all. Like I said, Rick did all the work, what little work there was. You should be thanking him.”
There was something in the tone of Klein’s offhand remark that made Jake’s groin tingle. He knew he was probably just horny, as usual. On the other hand, Rick had given him that handshake. That was a first for Jake. Not that he hadn’t played around before, but that was the first time a guy he didn’t know did that.
After the service was over, Mr. Klein and Jake put things away and said goodbye to folks. When their tasks were complete. Mr. Klein asked Jake, “What are you up to now?”
“Nothing special,” Jake responded casually. “My wife's over at her parents' house. I'll be heading over there around one o'clock for Sunday dinner. I’ve got nothing going on till then. Why?”
Mr. Klein said, “Why don’t you go home, get changed, and meet me over at my place. We can shoot some hoops. I’d like to see how well you’re doing.”
“Cool. I’ll be there.”
About half an hour later, Jake walked over to the Klein’s house and found Mr. Klein out on the back porch. “Hiya, Mr. Klein.”
“Now Jake, you can leave off the Mister can’t you? Call me Len. I mean if you’re going to beat my ass at hoops we should at least be friendly.” Jake laughed and tossed him the ball.
They played a game of horse, then 21. Jake easily won horse, but the competition was stiffer for 21. When they finished the game, Jake winning 23 to 21, Len being the good sport that he was, shook Jake’s hand, with the Brother’s shake, and congratulated the winner. “How 'bout a beer?” Len offered.
Jake grinned and said, “Sounds good.”
They walked up to the porch and into the kitchen. When they got inside, Jake asked where the bathroom was. Len pointed to a door leading down to the basement. “I put a toilet down in the basement years ago. Saved my wife from having to clean up after the boys tracking mud through the house to the upstairs bathroom.”
Jake smiled and went downstairs to find it.
Len walked over to the refrigerator, grabbed two beers, and headed down the basement stairs as well. Nothing was finished down there. The laundry was off to the right. The furnace and hot water heater adjacent to it. Straight ahead was the makeshift bathroom for the boys. There was a shower head poking out from the far wall. Below it, the floor sloped to catch the water and drain. To the left was a bench with hooks above it to hang your clothes up while you showered. On the right of the shower was the toilet sitting up against the wall perpendicular to the shower. And there was Jake, pissing like a racehorse.
‘What a hose that boy has,’ thought Len admiring the view. Between him and the shower/toilet area were three overstuffed, well used upholstered chairs. He set their beers down on the side table and walked over to Jake. Len slid down his gym shorts, letting his waistband catch under his balls.
Jake was pinching off the last dribbles of piss when he turned to see Len standing there with all he had out on display. Seeing that, he didn't immediately put his dick back in his shorts, but let it hang there, mimicking Len's pose.
Len smiled and walked toward Jake. He reached out and took a hold of Jake’s prick and pulled on it, making him stumble closer to him. It grew steadily as he held it tight. Len’s own cock thickened up as well before rising to the occasion.
In a low, hoarse voice, Len commanded, “Show me how grateful you are, there Jake, will you?”
Jake looked up at Len, then moved closer. Slowly he got down on his knees, never breaking his gaze up at Len. “That’s it, my Brother. You know what to do.”
With that, Len’s prick disappeared into Jake’s mouth. Immediately, he started sucking Mr. Klein’s erect phallus.
After a minute or two, Jake pulled off and asked, “Is this how you like it, Mr. Klein, sir?”
Reaching down to softly stroked Jake's hair, Len said in a low voice, “Oh you're making me feel real good, my boy, now aren't you, Jake?”
Jake grinned all pleased with himself and wrapped his mouth around that stiff cock again. After pistoning up and down on Len’s arousal, Jake reached up and pulled on Len's balls. Len quickly pushed his hand away. “Just your mouth, Jake. Do it all with your mouth. Nice and slow,” he instructed. “Mmmmm. Yes. That's how I like it.” Len began moaning appreciatively then said softly, “You don't want this to end this too soon, now, do you, boy?” Jake shook his head, moaning a 'no,' and continued.
While Jake was slowly savoring Len’s hot, pulsing dick, he played with his own, stroking himself lightly. Seeing this, Len warned, “Now don’t you get too excited, there Jake. I don’t want you giving up your seed anywhere but in my mouth, you hear me?” Jake nodded and pulled his hand away.
As both men got caught up in their mutual pleasures, neither Jake nor Len heard anything unusual. They certainly didn't see or hear Rick's approach. His stealth was cat-like, achingly slow, and slyly deliberate. He. was barefoot, ensuring his footfalls were silent. His body was also completely bare, exhibiting his uninhibited arousal.
Needing to grab a quick breath, Jake looked up to see how Len was doing. It was then he saw Rick over his Dad’s shoulder. Rick put his finger to his lips indicating, ‘keep silent.’ Jake did just that as he sucked the dripping saliva running down that prick in his mouth.
Len felt something behind him. He opened his eyes, to see Rick kneeling on the arm of Len's chair, dick poking way out in front of him, pulsing and throbbing. Man, was he turned on.
Len smiled and said, “Glad you could join us, Rick. See how good he’s doing?”
“I do, yes,” Rick responded with a lusty grin. “He's good at it, is he?”
“Oh my god, yes,” Len affirmed. “He’s definitely not new to the game.” Len gave a big sigh, as Jake continued pleasuring him. Then he asked Rick, “You want to try him out?”
“Sure, you don't mind?”
“Not at all,” his Dad said. “I need to have him pull off anyway. I’m too close for comfort. I’m not ready to give it up yet.”
With his Dad’s permission, Rick took a seat in the chair next to Len. Then Len pushed a disappointed Jake off his cock. Picking up on his Dad’s move, Rick tapped Jake on the shoulder and said, “My turn, there Jake.” He slumped down in his chair, emphasizing his prominent erection for Jake to work on.
A stunned Jake gaped up to Len for permission. He needed assurance that that was what his senior wanted him to do. Len gave a quick nod affirming Rick’s request. Jake, then, shifted into the spot between Rick's open thighs. Jake hummed his approval and excitement as he ran his face over Rick's crotch. His smooth cheeks finding Rick's rigid cock was an exciting contrast. As he rolled his face across his cock and balls, Jake opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. He wanted to taste the difference between father and son. He lingered there, ensuring that every bit of Rick’s crotch was wet with his saliva.
As Jake slowly took him fully into his mouth, Rick made much more noise than his Dad did. He was definitely a moaner. Jake always said how much he loved the noises guys made while he worked them. It turned him on, even more, knowing that his mouth and tongue were making this guy go nuts with excitement.
Another difference between father and son, Rick definitely did not have the control his Dad had. He wasn’t used to a cocksucker’s pleasures. He rarely played the Brothers' games. He was still in the throes of a passionate sexual relationship with his wife. He rarely needed the release a Brother might offer him. But now it this moment, with Jake on his knees in front of him, worshiping his engorged phallus, he couldn’t hold back any longer. Quite unexpectedly, he shot violently into Jake's surprised mouth. But Jake got the signal. He vacuumed up all the juices Rick released down his throat.
With splashes of cum squirting in his mouth, Jake savored every drop. He hardly expected anything like this to happen with Mr. Klein he met at church, never mind getting his son, Rick, in on it too. ‘Man oh man, to get these two men in one day?’ thought Jake, ‘bonus!”
When Rick was spent, Len called Jake back over. This time, he instructed Jake to sit in the chair he had just vacated. Rick stood and got on his knees between Jake’s thighs, pushing them open wider. Len stood above Rick’s with his legs on either side of his shoulders. Len reached down and pulled Jake’s head toward his crotch and commanded him, “Suck my cock, Jake, until you get every drop of seed out of these overloaded balls of mine, boy.” Len shoved his cock into Jake’s willing mouth and began to vigorously fuck it.
Poor Jake. On the one hand, he was so aroused by this alpha choosing him and becoming the submissive cocksucker that he always wanted to be, and on the other, there was the alpha’s son’s skilled mouth sucking him ravenously, thanking Jake for his service to him. Getting two different kinds of pleasure at the same time from different parts of his body, Jake couldn’t stop vocalizing that pleasure. He groaned loudly as his pleasure intensified. With both the father and his son working him over, Jake knew he couldn’t take much more. He was going to explode and too soon.
Jake let out a stifled groan. It's hard to make too much noise when a thick eight incher is almost choking you. The vibration of those sounds on Len made him lose it. He released a week's load of pent up seed into the deserving mouth that worked him for over an hour all tolled.
After their final slurps, getting every precious last drop, Rick pulled off Jake and squatted there between his thighs. Len backed up, pulling himself out of Jake’s mouth. Both men found an adjacent chair and collapsed into it. All three men tried to get their breath under control as they sat, marveling at the wonder of man to man cock worship.
Once he relaxed again, Rick smiled over at Jake who sat, sunken down into his chair. He had large pink blotches on his face and neck and was flushed pink elsewhere. “Hey Jake,” he called over to him, “how ‘bout a shower?”
“Sounds good to me. Thanks.” Jake tried to get up but was a little wobbly as he tried to stand. Len, who sat next to him, stood, held out his hand, grabbed a hold of Jake’s forearm, and yanked him upright.
Len and Jake walked over to Rick who already had the shower running, getting the water nice and hot. The shower head was nice and wide. It got all three men wet without much movement from them. But showering together wasn't really about distance now, was it? Rick gave his Dad a bar of soap, then grabbed one for himself. Father and son began sudsing up the man in the middle, caressing every body part as they went.
Len started his ministration with Jake's shoulders, giving him a sensual, soapy massage. Jake melted into Len’s arms as he did so. This had the absolute desire effect. Having relaxed Jack into his arms, Len lowered hands, let them travel down his lean, muscled back, finally reaching those glorious glutes. Those muscles on any man always gave Len a hardon. Even though he just finished emptying a huge loud down Jake's throat, those butt cheeks, all soapy and ready, got him hard all over again. When Jack sank back against Len’s body, he felt a newly engorged prick slide into his butt crack. A moment of panic clenched Jake’s chest as Len began to pay particular attention to those small, but firm, round ass cheeks. Slowly, Len slid his cock gently up and down between those tight mounds, maintaining his shoulder massage as he did so.
Rick stood on Jake’s front side tweaking each nipple, as he soaped up his chest. This sent ecstatic shivers throughout Jake’s body. Rick loved running his hands over those hard pecs of his and sliding his hands down to his belly and back up again. He squatted down in front of Jake and began running his hands up and down his lean curvy legs, squeezing the firm muscles as he went. Reaching the top of his thighs, Rick began caressing his nut sack, holding his balls in his palm then giving his sack a gentle tug.
Poor Jake. With a stiff cock running up and down his asscheeks, and a pair of soapy hands pulling on his balls, then reaching up and tweaking his nipples, he was done for. His ass clenched Len's cock tightly. His balls lifted up high. Rick knowing he was ready again, smiled and pulled Jake’s stiff prick into his mouth, just as Jake unloaded his second orgasm of the day. Rick’s mouth slid up and down, intensely working him over one last time. That sent waves of shivers throughout Jake's body. His trembling lasted longer than his orgasm. Len hugged him tightly until Jake steadied himself in those arms.
Jake felt so helpless, with his body so out of control. Len turned him sideways, letting the shower spray, clean off all the suds. Rick, who had already cleaned up Jake’s prick, stood next to him, rubbing his hands up and down his chest, relaxing him with his touch.
Looking down and seeing Len’s renewed erection, Jake made a move toward him, thinking, ‘I need to thank my alpha once more.’
But Len, knowing what Jake was up to, pushed him off. “There’s nothing left in there to get out. He’s had a good day already.”
Rick and Jake laughed at Len’s remark, as Rick shut off the water. Len pulled out some towels from a nearby cupboard and handed one to Rick and Jake. Silently they dried themselves off. Rick took the damp towels and threw them into a nearby hamper. He was about to say something when Jake hollered out.
“Jeepers crow, what time is it?” cried Jake. “I’ve got dinner at Grandma’s!”
