My Club Initiation

I was thrilled when I opened the plain envelope that came in the mail. It
contained an invitation I could only have hoped for, to join a really neat
club of macho men who get together on weekends for rappelling, whitewater
rafting, bungee jumping, spelunking, and other similar kinds of risky
adventure. When I arrived for the initiation, I found a group of 23 guys in
jeans, black muscle Ts, and mountain boots. I felt really honored to be the
24th in this group, because it is strictly limited to that number.

After introductions the leader called the group to order for my initiation.
He pointed to a blue divan and told me to stand in front of it as the rest
of the group gathered in a circle arcing from either end of it. The leader
brought in a small table, set it in the center, and placed a glass cup on
it. Then he told me to strip completely and kneel on the divan, facing
outward. I thought to myself, “This is gonna be some kind of weird
ceremony, but I guess I’ll stick with it ’cause I really want to be in this
club.”

The leader addressed me in front of the group, remarking that the highest
ideals of the club are loyalty to fellow members and absolute discretion
about the club’s activities, “because,” he said, “we are a band of
brothers.” I had to affirm that I would subscribe to this code. He added
that we would hold no secrets from each other, which was the reason now
that I had to be nude in front of them. Then the leader handed me a tube of
lube and told me to rub it on myself and start jacking off. Meanwhile, that
was the signal for the others to open their jeans, pull out their cocks and
start jacking off with me. Well, I had been in a couple of circle jerks as
a kid, but nothing like this, with a bunch of mature young men.

Somehow rhythmic recorded music began in the background as we all pulled on
our cocks. “This is fucking bizarre,” I thought to myself, “but what the
hell . . .” So I got with the program. I scarcely noticed that the others
were purposely not going as fast as me. When at last I tensed to cum, the
attentive leader brought the cup to my cock to catch my seed. Then he moved
back and forth among the others as they reached orgasm, catching all their
ejaculate.

When the last had finished the cup was almost half full. Then, the leader
held up the cup and pronounced, “Collected here is the sacred sperm of
every man of our group, the life fluid of this band of brothers. To
complete your induction as a fellow member you are to drink it all, taking
into you the essence of all your fellows.”

Without all that had preceded this moment, I might well have said, “Go fuck
yourselves!” and walked out. But the ceremony had somehow gotten to me, and
I really, really wanted to be in this group, so I took the cup and slowly
raised it to my lips. Still warm, thick, creamy, and redolent of the
fertile odor that attends a healthy young man’s crotch, the very prospect
of drinking this down almost made me gag. But I thought, “Well, I’ve come
this far; I might as well go the whole distance. After all, these guys have
done it before me.” So I lifted the cup and started pouring it down my
gullet. I had to force myself to swallow, but somehow I did. As I was just
about to finish. I became a little hasty, trying to get it over with, and
as some of it spilled down my body. So,t as I drained the cup, I was then
instructed to wipe off the spill and lick it from my fingers.

As the last drop went down, the group exploded into cheers and applause,
and they gathered ’round to shake my hand and hug me, each hard body in
succession pressed close to mine so that we met cock to cock. The rest was
a wild drunken party with all of us nude. It was during that celebration
that I learned what the activities of the group are when the day’s
adventures have been finished and the camp life begins.

What a club! I can see why the guys are sad when, at age 33, they are
forced to resign and face the rest of their lives outside, most often with
wives and children. Thank goodness, I still have ten years to go!