Boyz Club Mr C and Mr Jordan

16 May 1972 Last night's gang bang [Teacher and Me: Mr. Gull's Friends] was a blast, despite Mr. Mark's attitude [and the more I thought about it, the more convinced I became that he was out to get me] and I was curious about and looking forward to the 27th and Mr. Gull and Mr. Troy's Game Night. I must add that it wasn't as relaxed or comfortable as Mr. Collier’s, but it was still fun. It would probably be more relaxed next time.

At breakfast Uncle Mitch reminded me about the camping trip this weekend and asked if I'd thought about Mr. Drake's job offer. I told him I hadn't and that I wasn't interested. Mr. Collier's studio work would likely pick up after I graduated, and the club work promised to be fun and probably lucrative. In addition, I had the possibility of the once monthly job with Mr. Gull [I only told him I had a job interview the 27th ]. Basically, I had no time and no interest in an office job.

But I assured him that I was looking forward to the camping trip this weekend. That reminded me to tell him Mr. Collier wanted to be on the road at 5:00 am Saturday.

I told him that and he nodded, smiling, "Yeah, you mentioned that. I guess once or twice a year is worth it for the quiet." He asked if I'd met Geoff Dare. I hadn’t and hadn't met the British teen he was bringing with him.

We had a few minutes so we went over my schedule for the rest of the week. The week was dominated by Mr. Collier.

Tonight I'd be out from 6:30 to midnight going over some of his frequent clients, then doing a late, complicated shoot. Wednesday was 5:00 to 8:00, Thursday 5;30 to 8:00 and Friday 7:00 to 9:00 with cocktails after.

Next week would be easier, probably.

I'd fibbed on tonight's meet. It was pretty much Mr. C and Mr. Jordan taking me to the Boyz Club for drinks and my introduction to a bath house.

So, at school I went to the gym before homeroom and asked Mr. Gull if I could see him about Mr. Marks. He told me to come by after school. Well, at least he was willing to talk.

For a price.

I returned to his office at 3:10 and he told me to shut the door. I did it [the blinds were already closed] and he got up, came around to the side of the desk and dropped his gym shorts to reveal his erect cock.

"Come over here and drop your jeans"

I peeled them down and he gave his balls a feel, "Suck it, no fancy stuff, and swallow."

I looked over at the door and he put his left hand under my chin and turned my face back to his cock, "Don't worry about it. Even if someone does walk in, you're graduating next month. Who cares? Now c'mon, suck my dick."

I licked and kissed his cock, sucked his balls a little, then licked up his shaft and took it into my mouth.

Mr. Gull clutched my hair, "Good...that's great, babe". I sucked intently, using my tongue and making soft, "mm" sounds, bobbing my head slowly for a moment then speeding up again. He asked if I liked it and I stopped, made an mm-hmm sound and pressed my tongue up and against his cock.

He stroked my hair and clutched it "Ah good, just a little faster. Mr. Troy and I spoke with Mr. Marks last night. You're right, he was angry at you...mm...good".

He grabbed my head and left collar and started fucking my mouth slowly. I opened it and stuck my tongue out a little. He sped up, moved both his hands to my head and pumped faster and, a couple minutes later, pumped a good cumload into my mouth.

He wiped his cock with tissues and both of us dressed. He continued "Well, he was angry that we'd bypassed him on hiring you. I reminded him that his contract stipulated that Troy and I retained the ability to make an immediate hire at our discretion. Well, he promised a resignation by Friday morning. Shame because he's a good guy. Anyway, we're promoting Ito or Wolfe to the spot. And I'm telling you this only so you know you had nothing to do with it".

He gave me a ride home and said he'd talk to me next week about the 27th.

I took a shower, shaved and threw on a robe and read a few comics til Uncle Mitch arrived with pizza in hand [he usually cooked but every once in a while, we'd have a junk food week].

Uncle Mitch suggested putting the projector and screen in the basement and using it as the center point of the long-planned entertainment room. He'd talk to Dad about it and get a few guys together to knock it out over one or two weekends. Mom wouldn't care one way or another, he assured me, adding "I know my sister."

After we ate, around 5:30, I brushed my teeth and rinsed my mouth, used antiperspirant and cologne, and dressed. Mr. C had suggested a jockstrap, the red satin shirt he'd given me and dark slacks. I added a black undershirt, black socks and my dress shoes.

Mr. C arrived at 6:15 and talked with Uncle Mitch for a few minutes before we left. He said I was a great help at the studio and after graduation he hoped to increase my duties and salary.

We picked up Mr. Jordan and arrived at "Dick's Boyz Club" at a few minutes before 7:00. Both Mr. C and Mr. Jordan wore dark slacks, shirt and shoes and sport jackets. On the way in Mr. Collier explained that this was a private club with memberships starting at $300 per year. I was here as Mr. Jordan's guest.

The club entry was on the second floor and comprised a greeting area with a sign in book, a new member inquiry and signup station, a coat-check, a manual elevator and stairway access. Also, on floor two were a cocktail lounge that included a dance floor and seated 140 and the dining room, which seated 120.

The first floor comprised a second, clothing -optional cocktail lounge seating 120. a locker room with 200 lockers and a shower with 40 shower heads, two saunas seating 30 and 40, 2 steam rooms rated for 80 and 60, and 2 theatre rooms with beanbags and throw pillows seating 40 each.

The third floor was offices and a clothing-optional patio with 2 hot tubs, 4 rinse stations, 3 patio tables and around 40 poolside chairs and loungers with cushions.

We had club reservations for seven pm, which gave us access to everything except the dining room. Mr. Jordan signed us in, he and Mr. C checked their jackets and we stepped into the elevator.

The elevator operator was slim and well-toned with brown collar length hair. He wore a gold and black waist length uniform jacket, gold gloves, black and gold deck shoes and a black thong. Mr. C said, "First floor" and gave him a fifty-cent tip which the operator acknowledged with a nod of his head and dropped into a tip box.

We walked through the cocktail lounge, where the attire ranged from completely clothed to wearing a towel to completely unclothed. Mr. C stopped at the bar and gave the bartender a credit card and his membership number.

At the supply station we were given the numbers for three side by side lockers. Mr. C told the clerk to charge our purchases to the bar tab card. The attendant gave each of us two body towels and, after getting our sizes, a pair of deck shoes in a plastic bag. Mr. C told me to take them when we leave and try to remember them next time, "I think I've got four pairs".

Back to the lockers then. Mr. C told me to remove my slacks, socks and shoes and slip on the deck shoes. He and Mr. Jordan stripped to a blue jockstrap [Mr. C] and black briefs [Mr. Jordan] and deck shoes.

Mr. C unbuttoned my shirt and we went into the lounge and to the counter, where we stood [there were only six stools; more were available by request] and Mr. C ordered a gin tonic for himself, a double Jack Daniels for Mr. Jordan and a Black Russian for me.

Mr. C put his hand on my ass, fondling and caressing it then carefully lifted the back of my shirt and tucked it into my jockstrap, giving the twenty some people in the lounge a good look

The drinks came and the bartender, Jeremy, placed an empty bucket glass upside down behind my drink. Jeremy nodded toward a tall, slim man of late forties, clean shaved with balding brown hair. He was wearing a golden-brown suit and a yellow shirt and brown and gold tie. Mr. C nudged me and said "Pick up the empty, look at him and nod. To him".

I did, smiling, and he took his glass and joined us, standing near Mr. C. He had a pronounced British accent, and spoke to Mr. Collier first, Jeff! I didn't recognize you! I suppose this pretty young man is with you."

"You'd suppose right, Allan. The three of us are together. But you know I almost always share with friends." They stepped back and said "Mr. Jordan, this is Allan Thomas, a friend from London." Mr. Jordan turned, shook hands and the two shared a greeting. Mr. C turned me around, "And this is Val. He works for me at my studio.". We said hello and pleased, etc.

Mr. C and Mr. Thomas took their drinks and stepped away, talking. Mr. Jordan asked me to move closer and, when I did, put his arm around me and his hand on my ass. "You've never been to a bath house?" I confirmed that and didn't mention that I'd only been "exploring" for four months. He caressed my ass and patted it, "Well, this is higher end than most. I think you'll enjoy it."

A tall man with dark brown or black hair [it was hard to tell in the lounge], average build and no chest hair, wearing leather slacks excused himself from his table of five and approached us. He clasped his hands behind his back and spoke to Mr. Jordan, "Pardon me, sir, but is your young man going to be widely available tonight, or are you keeping him to yourself?"

Mr. Jordan said Mr. Collier and he were going to keep me to themselves but suggested the man contact Jeff Collier through the membership services to discuss Val.

The man looked me over, said "very good" and returned to his table. He spoke to a young blonde man who was wearing only a jockstrap [and everyone in the lounge had some sort of shoes on, their own or the deck shoes provided by management]. The young man left [and I found out later left a message for Mr. C].

Mr. Collier shook hands with Mr. Thomas, and both came back to us. Mr. Thomas shook hands with Mr. Jordan and me and told Mr. Collier "I shall see you Thursday, Jeff. Enjoy yourselves tonight." And he returned to his seat. We ordered a second round and when I got my Black Russian, I raised it to Mr. Thomas, and he raised his glass to me.

We talked while finishing our drinks, about memorable encounters. I was happy to describe my initial meeting with Mr. Noguchi and the gang bang that capped it. [And what I mean is that I was happy I could add to the conversation.]

Mr. C suggested we head to the baths, so in we went. We stripped, each wrapped one of our towels around our waists and Mr. Jordan led on. We wore the towels so we could walk around with fewer interruptions.

They showed me the showers, ten rows by five columns with metal rails on the walls and near each interior shower.

From there we went to the small sauna and went in. There was a pair in a far corner, a 40something man getting sucked by a young guy in his early 20s. Another pair of a late forties / early fifties man with an 18-year-old boy were talking softly. The older man looked me over. I turned away from him, turned back and smiled and we left. There were a few rinse stations by the sauna.

Next was the steam room and a supplies station where we each got two hand towels, one to sit on and one to wipe sweat. We left our body towels hanging on one of the rails outside the door.

The steam was just starting up again. The room was large and had two doors: the one we'd entered by and one in the opposite wall. They led me to a long bench against a three-foot-high wall with a "PICKUP SPOT" sign at the center and at each end. I took the center seat and Mr. Jordan immediately rubbed his limp cock against my cheeks and lips. I licked and kissed and sucked on the head. Mr. C sat down and breathed into my ear, "Suck it good, baby." He licked my earlobe and the inside of my ear and fondled my cock and balls.

Two men joined us and one asked Mr. Jordan "Can anyone play, Lawrence?" Mr. Jordan stroked my jaw, "Open wide". I opened my mouth and he thrust half his thick six-inch cock in. I started sucking it, sliding my tongue side to side. Mr. Jordan said, “Anyone over five inches, Terry". Terry whispered to his buddy and they both sat.

Mr. Jordan put his right hand behind my head and fucked my mouth.

A man sat beside Mr. C and asked "Is this Val?" Mr. C said yes and the man [I found out later his name was Hal Richards ] whispered to Mr. Collier, who ran his hand down and back up my thigh and said he'd be back shortly, then followed Hal further back into the thickening steam.

Mr. Jordan put both hands behind my head and fucked my mouth faster. Another man, tall and stocky, sat where Mr. C had been and ran his hand up my thigh.

Mr. Jordan withdrew his cock from my mouth, "Keep your mouth open, Val." He pushed my head back and stroked his cock faster, "Good...almost mm yes..." I stuck my tongue out and pressed it up against his shaft.

Terry told his buddy "Me, then you, Carl".

Mr. Jordan gripped my head tighter "Good boy..." He pushed his cock into my mouth and grunted "Uh-huh...hot little...slutboy...AH YEAH..." and shot a huge load into my mouth and throat.

Mr. C came back and told the man who was caressing my thigh to "Take it slow, Ward. I'll let him cum later". Ward, who had just started fondling my cock, went back to caressing my leg.

Terry had switched positions with Mr. Jordan and was holding his seven-inch cock up while I licked and sucked his balls. He let me go on for a couple of minutes, then eased back. I licked his shaft, or tried to, while he waved his hard on back and forth in front of me.

Mr. C went over to Mr. Jordan and told him "I finally met the Sergeant. He's coming by the studio Friday first thing. Seems promising".

Terry clutched my hair with his left hand, held my shoulder with his right and pumped my mouth steadily. Ward left and Teddy's buddy , Carl, came around and took his place. He sat, took my hand and began licking between my fingers.

Terry moaned softly and fucked my mouth faster.

Carl sucked my middle finger and.my cock throbbed.

Then he put my hand on his cock.

It felt long and thick and my dick jerked twice when I slowly felt and fondled his cock and balls.

Terry thrust his cock halfway into my mouth and a huge load of cum erupted into my mouth and throat.

Terry thanked Mr. Jordan and told Carl he'd be on the patio. Mr. Jordan and Mr. Collier sat on either side of me and Mr. Jordan said softly, "Last one then on to the theatre and the patio".

That last one', Carl, moved my hand from his cock and stood to face me. He was short, maybe five feet four inches, in his mid-thirties I'd guess, stocky but well defined, a square face [not quite like a marine but close ] and close cropped dark brown hair.

And he was hung.

Ten inches at least and four around with balls a bit above average. And I was judging in a barely lit, steamy room.

Carl patted my cheeks with it, I opened my mouth, gripped his cock at about the five-inch mark, and jumped right in to sucking it. Mr. Jordan spoke quietly to Mr. C, and Mr. C said, "Go for it". Mr. C asked Carl, "Do you want to fuck him ?". Carl said yes, and Mr. Collier said, "Patio or theatre?"

We left the steam room a few minutes later, rinsed and dried and made a stop at a supplies station. Mr. C got four fresh towels, a small jar of lube and a bottle of Rush.

We checked one of the theatres and it had potential for fun. There were a half dozen couples a few singles and four or five groups.

We continued on, though, headed up to the patio.

There were around 30 guys out there, a dozen plus-minus in the hot tubs and the rest scattered around talking or enjoying sex in the cool night air. Mr. C took my towel and patted my ass, "You're not going to need that for a while". Terry greeted us and led us to a fairly quiet area where four men were sitting, talking softly and laughing.

Carl removed his towel and tossed it on a lounge chair. He put his left arm around my shoulder and put my left hand on his cock. I immediately started massaging and fondling his cock and balls. He kissed me and I opened my mouth just enough for him to force his tongue in. And he wasted no time filling my mouth with his tongue. I kept stroking and fondling his cock and balls and his cock responded quickly and so promisingly.

Carl roughly massaged and groped and slapped my ass. I rubbed his cock with both hands.

Mr. C spoke quietly to Carl, then they moved and turned me so I was on hands and knees across the width of the lounge chair.

Mr. C gave Carl the lube and opened the Rush. Carl pushed two lube covered fingers into my hole. He slid his cock up and down my ass crack.

Mr. C opened the Rush and held it under my nostrils, covering my mouth, "Deep breath". My cock throbbed and jerked. J wiggled my ass. Mr. C held the bottle closer, "And again, really deep". Oh my god, I wanted every guy on that patio to fuck my ass!

I pressed back into Carl and he slapped my ass hard then pushed his cock into me.

Mr. C rubbed his hard cock against my lips. I opened my mouth just as Carl thrust his entire cock up my ass. I moaned loudly and squirmed. Carl withdrew almost completely and thrust forward. I pushed back into him, eased forward and took Mr. C's whole cock into my mouth and sucked it, slowly for a couple of minutes.

Terry gave Carl a hit from his own popper and Carl grabbed my hips, fucking me hard and steady.

I sucked Mr. C's cock more intently, fondling his balls, using my tongue, moaning around his shaft.

Carl took another hit and withdrew most of the way and patted my ass, "You want mort?" He pushed a little further in.

I said, loud as I could around Mr. collier’s dick "MM-HMM!"

He withdrew and thrust half of his cock in and squeezed my ass. I pushed back and Mr. C withdrew.

Carl gripped my thighs, took another hit and absolutely plowed my ass with his cock

I opened my mouth wide and looked up at Mr. Collier, smiled , wiggled my tongue. And he put his left hand behind my head and started fucking my mouth.

Carl fucked me fast and hard, whispering and speaking loudly and whispering again "Fucking hot...good yeah ahh yes you little slut...cum right up your hot slut ass...!"

Mr. C suddenly stopped pumping and shot a good load of cum into my mouth.

And a few minutes later Carl whispered "Fuck yeah..." and he filled me with what seriously felt like a quarter cup of cum.

Mr. Jordan called the bar from a white courtesy phone [there were several on each floor ] and had drinks brought up.

Terry fucked me after I'd rinsed and rested for fifteen minutes [and managed to swallow a third of my double Black Russian]. Then two fifty somethings came over from the hot tub. One looked like a local politician and the other I was sure I'd seen on TV, in a car ad, maybe.

They just felt me up, lips to nipples to cock and balls and ass. They asked Mr. C [and addressed him as Jeff, so must have been om friendly terms with him] if he'd have his new hottie give out a couple blowjobs.

He said yes and I did them one at a time.

We left after that and Mr. C got me home around 1am.

Uncle Mitch greeted me at the door and suggested I just strip and yank a robe on and come watch Dracula. It was just about to start.

I'd showered at the club and I love Lugosi's Dracula, so I went up, stripped to my jock [I wasn't really comfortable being nude around Uncle Mitch, even after blowing him once [Uncle Mitch: The Top Boss]] and a short robe and hurried down.

And stopped and plastered a smile on my face.

Uncle Mitch was sitting on the near side of the sofa...

And Mr. Drake was on the other dressed in his black undershorts.

Next time 😁