Art and I planned to join the fathers and sons at the club, and we had some other staff join the others.
After lunch, we gave everyone 15 minutes to get to their designated vehicle. Jim and Gorden, Kenny, and Marcus joined Art and me at our limo, along with our security detail.
We got to the club and art, and I showed our gold card and said we would like to have the rest of our people allowed in; the dads and sons needed an STD test. The guy at the door laughed, “You can’t bring people in; they have to pay.”
“Are you aware I own this place,” I told him.
Again a laugh, “Kids don’t own places like this.”
“Would you get your manager,” I asked.
“Sorry, he is busy. Do you want to pay for the test and entrance for these guys?”
I made a phone call, and the manager magically appeared. I explained to him what I asked and was told. He apologized and let us through. I told him not to fire the guy, to make sure he was aware of his responsibilities, and to always get the manager if there was a problem.
I was surprised by this choice, that Jim and Kenny were bringing their sons here. They told me on the ride over that they and their wives were intimate with everyone in their family, and they would all be having a sexual encounter tonight before they went to bed. Leaving their sons here was the hardest thing for them, but they knew that day would come. Their boys were bi-sexual and would indulge in their sexual adventures in Seattle.
The guys got their tests and were negative, disease-free, so we went up to my room and stripped down, wrapping our bodies in towels, and headed back down. The first stop was the steam room. We took our towels off and sat on the marble seats. Gorden and Marcus had gone down on their father’s cocks. It was hot watching them perform oral sex.
We watched Gorden as he slid his tongue under his dad’s cock, then pulled it into his mouth, going back and repeating the same motion, his tongue licking the head and skin. Rocking him back and forth into his mouth, he pulled out and slid his lips down the side, then the other. Slipping his mouth down under his cock and sucking his balls.
Grabbing a bottle of lube, Jim, his father, lubed up his cock, and his son’s pussy, inserting one, then two fingers to loosen Gorden up.
Jim sat on the marble bench, his cock hard and extended, with Gorden sliding back down slowly onto his dad’s pole. His dad pulled him up and down by his pelvis, Gorden stroked his cock while his father fucked him. They both stood; Gorden leaned forward onto my legs as his dad pumped away until, with a deep groan unloaded his cum into his son’s ass.
Glancing over at Kenny and Marcus, they were also following what the other two had done, Marcus on Art’s legs as he leaned forward and Kenny pumping his cum into Marcus.
“Thanks, guys, for inviting us to the club,” Kenny said. “This will be our last fuck until Marcus comes home on a break.
“Same here,” Jim stated. “We open during their time away; you will care for their needs.”
“Most of the players are bi-sexual,” Art responded. “There will be no need to worry.”
We walked around the club, showing them all our available features. We returned to my suite, showered, dressed, and headed out to join everyone for dinner on the waterfront.
Returning to my house, we talked briefly in the living room, then retired for the evening. The parents would be flying out in the morning, and after we got them off, we met with the high school basketball coach.
Walking to my room, I saw Gorden and Marcus go into Marcus’ room. I guess their night was not yet over.
Art was still horny, lying naked on the bed, his cock erect.
“I see your cock is looking for action,” I told him.
“I want to feel your mouth right now,” Art replied.
I began by sucking his balls, then moved up to his cock head, sucking his mushroom in while I stroked his shaft.”
“I can’t wait to find out how tight your ass is,” Art said as he began to pull my clothes off.
I pulled my pants off to get ready.
“Arch your back a little,” Art asked as he had me on all fours. He spit on my hole, then descended on me, tonguing my ass.
Art began to work his finger into my hole, one, two, and then three, lubing it with his spit. He sucked on one cheek, slapped it, then did the same to the other.
“You will like this,” he said, turning me slightly on my side, sliding his cock into me. :It will be much better than watching their dads fucking the sons.
I moaned with pleasure as he pounded into me. Art moved me doggy style.
“Suck my fingers,” he commanded as his cock and balls bounced up and down my ass.
“I’m getting ready to cum,” Art said. “Where do you want it? In your mouth, up your ass, face, and chest?”
“So many options,” I said. “Just fuck it into me, this feels so good.”
When Art finished, he went down and sucked my load out. We got up, showered, got in bed, cuddled, and fell asleep.
The staff had breakfast ready in the morning. After eating, we loaded everyone into the van for the airport trip. One of our guys was local. He said his goodbyes at the house, and his parents left for work. They worked for me, and their son had caused a commotion earlier in the year, being anti-gay. He still was a great player we wanted on the team. Hopefully, we will win him over with kindness. We want him to like us as people. If he didn’t want to be gay, we didn’t care. We want great players on the UW team.
When we returned to the house, Coach Baily from Rainier Beach was waiting. Steve asked before we walked into the living room if he could talk with us before we went to the dorms. We told him no problem and then went into the Living room.
“Guys, this is Coach Bailey from Rainier Beach,” I said, Introducing each player. The coach shook hands, and we all sat down.
“Coach, these men are from the top 20 players in the nation. This weekend, they decided, along with their parents, to join a new program we are starting with the UW team. High school seniors, highly rated, to develop our feeder program. The guys are all 18, but we like family participation.”
“Here is where you come in. They will attend Rainier Beach and play on your team–a great way to win the state championship. Not only are they great athletes, but they have maintained a 4-point grade point average. They will train with our UW team at our complex until basketball starts in school. They will also have tutors for their studies to maintain their GPA. School starts Monday; I wanted you to meet them now so you know they are attending.”
“Brad,” Dennis said. “I attend Nathan Hale; I don’t plan to change schools.”
“Dennis, we plan to keep the players together, not at different schools. The school district allows students to attend the school of their choice in the district. You can transfer.” I responded.
“I am the star player; I choose not to transfer.”
“We don’t have stars; we are teammates who play off each other to win championships.”
“Well, I’m the star player at Nathan Hale and don’t plan to play for Rainier Beach.”
“That is a problem. If you don’t play with your teammates at Rainier Beach, you are not a fit for our program. You will not have a free-ride scholarship at UW since you will not be invited to play there. I want you to think this through; it is your future we are discussing.”