Mister Collier gives me a job

6 May ’72 and someone was trying to wake me up.  I opened one eye and checked the alarm clock.  it was eight o’clock.   I should get up because…for some good reason I couldn’t remember.   Uncle Mitch was standing there, damp from the shower, wearing his bathrobe, “Do I have to drag you into the shower?”  I mumbled a No and he pulled the covers down and the cool air hit my naked body.  I rolled to my belly to hide my hard-on.  “Job interview at nine, buddy.   Get up.”  Mr. Collier!  I sat up, keeping my back turned and he threw me my robe.  I got it on, and he said, “Breakfast in thirty, bud,” and left the room.

I showered and dressed in green shirt, blue briefs and tight black jeans and sat down to eat.  Uncle asked me about the job, and I told him, honestly, that I didn’t know what it involved. I told him, a little less honestly, that Mr. Collier had just mentioned the studio in passing.  I left out the part where he gave me a tour, then fucked me, then took photos of me, with and without my jockstrap. [MISTER COLLIER GIVES ME A RIDE] 

Mr. C picked me up and we were at the studio by 9:45. The first thing he did was explain the job.  “It’s an assistant job but not a full assistant yet.  You’ll be helping customers pose, greeting them and getting them drinks, helping set up shoots and handing the photos over to them and collecting payment.  Not prestigious but it pays $2.30 an hour.” [Bear in mind that minimum wage in 1972 was $1.60.]  And the hours would be flexible, so his calling me mid-week or on the weekend would appear to be not only innocent but expected. 

He took me to the file cabinets, of which there were three, where he had alphabetical files for every customer.  He’d been doing this for six years and had over 400 customers.  Some were one-time only but a large percentage, including struggling models and performers, returned every six months to a year for updated photos.  Many others returned quarterly or monthly, or whenever they had a partner who they wanted photos of.  I asked if my photos were in there and he said “No, they’re in my personal book with a few other buddies.  Completed photos waiting for pickup are also in the files with an invoice.”  As a rule, he didn’t work Saturdays [“…Saturdays are my play day.”] and worked half day Sundays.  His client base included hardcore magazine publishers and film producers.

He’d scheduled three shoots today for my benefit [being certain I’d accept the job interview] and the first arrived at eleven.  He was a tall brunette, 30-ish office-type with a slim build and average looks.  He smiled at me and asked if I could join in the shoot.  I shook my head and Mr. C said “No” simultaneously.  The guy offered an extra twenty dollars and we both said No again.  Mr. C showed him to the shower [all customers showered on-site before a nude shoot] and told me I’d do that in future.  He had me get the man a scotch/water and told me I’d also be responsible for that.  I couldn’t help glancing at the guy’s cock during the shoot: it had to be ten inches long.  Afterward he joked that he’d given me a chance but didn’t push from there.

We had lunch at a deli at 12:30 and session 2 started at two o’clock.  This was an action session with George G and Hiro [Mr. C introduced George as a regular and a good customer].  George was a medium build, 6-foot late 30s blonde, with a slightly round, attractive face, a thick six-inch-plus cock and big, heavy balls.  Hiro was a 22-year-old Japanese, around 5’4, slim, effeminate and good-looking with longish hair.  He had a five-inch cock and his pubes were completely shaved.  George flirted with me throughout the shoot, more frequently and openly in the last few minutes.  Before they left, he expressed his “…. hope to see you next session.”  Mr. C seemed surprised when I mentioned the flirting, then shrugged and said he was sure I could deal with it.  I agreed.

The third session was at four with another regular [five-eight, stocky, salt and pepper haired Geoff Dare] who was also a good and steady customer.  The session was for the 18-year-old, Brad, he brought with him, who was around my height and muscular with short brown hair and a slim eight-inch cock.  He had a bit of a rough face [he looked like the bully type] and didn’t smile much.

Following that session, I officially accepted the job and Mr. C poured drinks: a straight vodka/rocks for both of us, “Bottoms up.”  He drained his and I followed suit.   He asked if I could handle another, I said Sure and he gave me another followed by a third, “for sipping”.  He locked the shop, drew the front door curtain and returned to me, opening his slacks, “Ted Anderson will be here at five-thirty,” he exposed his hard cock and stroked it, “to pick up some photos.”  I opened my jeans, swallowed a mouthful of vodka and knelt.

“That Hiro kid turned me on like hell.”  He ran his cock across my lips, still stroking, “Suck it.”

I took it into my mouth and ran my tongue across it, sucked at it for a moment and slipped it out.  I kissed the head, licked the hard shaft top to bottom and back up, getting hornier and hornier.  I licked his balls, kissed them and his shaft, sucked them and licked his shaft again, up and took his cock back into my mouth with an audible moan.  I started riding it slowly, taking half of it into my wet mouth, out and back in and steady for a few minutes and then a little faster, sloppier.

“Not so fast,” Mr. C held my head and started pumping his hips steadily, fucking my mouth, gripping my hair and he pushed deep, gagging me, withdrew and held my jaw, “Drink.  Val’s horny.”  “Yes.”  I drank and he held my mouth open and slid his cock in, pumped fast for a moment and withdrew.  “Yeah you are.”

He pulled me up and pushed my jeans and briefs down, shoved a finger up my ass, withdrew it, “Strip and bend over the sofa,” then stepped away.  I took my jeans and briefs off, finished my drink and leaned over the sofa arm.  He opened and closed the front door and a few minutes later he returned with my drink and lube.

I drank, finishing it, and he put it on the floor, pushed my shoulders down, and slipped his lubed fingers up my ass, “Ted’s early.”  He pushed deeper, pressing his left arm against my shoulders, keeping my head down. “He’s waiting in the front room.”  My cock throbbed.  He withdrew his fingers, “Told him I was busy,” moved around and pushed his cock partway into my ass, “fucking your ass.”

He shoved his cock completely home, waited a few seconds, then started fucking me slowly.  He reached around, unbuttoned my shirt and rubbed and pinched my nipples, still pumping my ass slow.  He thrust and stopped long enough to tug my shirt off and toss it on the sofa.  “Yeah,” he started pumping again, faster now, “that’s right”.

Mr. Anderson casually walked in, carrying a drink, and leaned against the wall, watching.  I wasn’t surprised, but I was surprised he was dressed.  He was wearing a dark blue suit, pale blue shirt and print tie.

Mr. C ran his hand up my belly, over my chest and into my hair, “You like that.”  Slowed down just a little, covered my mouth, “You like my cock in your pretty ass.”  I said Uh-huh and he sped up again, “Fucking your ass.  You want some more?”  “Uh-huh!” I licked his hand and he sped up for a minute, slowed down a little and fucked me for a few minutes, gripping my shoulder.  Bit my ear lightly, “You’re a horny little slut,” sped up again. “aren’t you?”  “Yeah-huh.”  He grabbed my hips, “Fuck you are hot,” and started fucking me hard and fast.

Mr. A fondled his cock.  I made eye contact and he smiled and drank.

Mr. C squeezed my ass cheeks together, hammer-fucking me, breathing “yeah”, pounding into me, “Just what…” faster, “you…need”, grunting, “come on come on baby”

Mr. A finished his drink, still fondling his cock.

“Little…hot fucking… yeah!” Mr. C shot a heavy load into me, kept pumping, slower and another spurt.   He ran his hands up my sides, loosed one more shot of cum and stopped thrusting.

He withdrew and got me turned around, knelt and took my cock into his mouth.  Inevitably it only took a few minutes of cocksucking and finger-fucking my ass before I shot my load.

We cleaned up with tissues and Mr. C told me to freshen up everyone’s drinks while he took a quick shower, "...and don’t dress yet.”  I got my clothes picked up and set them aside, Mr. A watching me, and got the drinks, switching mine to a Black Russian, and by the time I’d done, Mr. C was out of the shower.  He told me to shower.  I started to get my clothes, but he took them, “No.  You don’t need them yet.”

I showered and started to wrap a towel around my waist, then hung it up and came back naked.  Mr. C, now dressed, had me get Mr. Anderson’s photos.  Mr. Anderson started to check them, then asked me to “…have a look.”  I moved over beside him, standing at the front counter, and he checked each of the twelve shots, fondling my ass occasionally.  He told Mr. Collier, “You keep this kind of service up and I may have to do this more often.”  I shrugged and Mr. C said “Well, you never know.”

We drank, and the two of them stepped away to speak privately for a few minutes.  When they returned, Mr. C asked me if I’d do a few more photos for him.  He said he liked the blue briefs.  I drank, wondering if he was going to ask for action shots and wondering how I’d turn them down, but he saved me the trouble.  He said, “Ted can leave the room if you’re not comfortable with him being here.  I just want a few solo shots.”  That I could do, and I was okay with Mr. Anderson watching.  Afterward I rinsed and dressed and Mr. Anderson asked if I’d be interested in helping him out at a small party, as a cocktail waiter, “…bow tie and jock strap, ten guests and no sex, but you may be covered with fingerprints before you’re done.  Thirty dollars for five hours.  June 5th, 1 pm to 6 pm.” That was a school day.  I told him I wasn’t sure I could, but he said to think about it and just let him know by the 20th.  Mr. C smiled, “I’d think you can skip a class or two this close to graduation.”  I said I could probably do it and that settled it. 

He made an appointment for a shoot on Friday, May 19th and left.  Mr. C and I did McDonald’s for dinner and he suggested a trip to Nine Ballz to cap off the day.  I called Uncle Mitch and told him Mr. Collier had hired me and we were going for a few drinks to celebrate.

It wasn’t quite seven when we arrived, but there were probably sixty-some guys there, mostly thirty-plus.  Ronnie was at the bar and had our usual drinks ready before we reached the counter.  About halfway through them, Mr. S [who I’d been intimately introduced to three weeks ago [MR. COLLIER'S FRIENDS: TONI AND MR S]], came over and bought us a round.   He pulled Mr. C aside for a few minutes to talk.  Mr. Collier shook his head a couple of times, then finally said “Okay, but not Friday.  Too many guys.”

They came back and Mr. C reintroduced Mr. S, “You remember Mr. Sinclair, Val.” [I did, though I’d only known him as Robert S til now.]  “He wants to ask you something.” 

What he wanted was to film a “home movie” of our next party.  Not, Mr. C added, the poker party next Friday.  I wasn’t sure.

Mr. C said we could do a “domino mask” similar to Robin’s and Mr. S smiled at that, “Yeah, now that’s an idea.”  I asked who else would see it and he said, “a few friends” and told me that even if one of his buddies happened to recognize me, to consider context: “He’d be watching gay porn.”  True.  I said I’d let Mr. C know at the poker party and he was happy with that. 

Mister Collier and I went back to the pool table and started a game.  Midway through, Ronnie came back and told Mr. C he had a phone call.  When he came back, he said “That was Toni.  He and Frank Diamond are out looking for someone to party with.  I mentioned you’re with me.  Are you interested?”  He smiled, “It would give you more time with Frank.”  I laughed [I was buzzed] and told him I remembered Toni well enough, but couldn’t remember Frank, “As usual.  You all must think I’m rude or just a bubble-brained bimbo.”  He noted that he’d introduced me to forty or fifty-some men in the past month, so he wasn’t expecting me to remember them all.  “But you’d make a cute male bimbo.  And you’ll remember Frank.  You were nearly drooling over him.  You game?”  I finished my drink and nodded, “Yes sir, boss.”  Drooling?

He was right.  Well, not “drooling” but “attracted to”.

When they arrived and I was reintroduced to Frank Diamond [“Mr. Diamond”], I did remember seeing him before, though I couldn’t remember being introduced.  He reminded me of a slim, six-foot mid-forties Raymond Burr, from Burr’s Perry Mason days, but with gray hair.  And that brooding look did turn me on.  He had a gray suit, red shirt and white tie on.  Fifty-something Toni was dressed in what I eventually found out was his usual “rock-chic” barhopping outfit of leather pants, half-boots, a poet shirt opened to his navel and a few gold chains. 

I joined Mr. Diamond [driving] and Toni [in the back seat with me] in Toni’s car and Toni had my shirt off before we left the bar.  I slipped my sneakers off and Toni peeled my jeans off and got me seated on his lap and I squirmed against his nearly eight-inch hard-on.  He spread my legs wide and fondled my cock. “Yeah, that’s right, babe, Toni’s happy to see you.  You like that?”  He pushed up, grinding his cock against me.  I told him I did, and my cock throbbed.  He tugged my briefs down, “Yeah I know you do.  You been wishing for another round of the ‘Toni’s joy-pole up your sweet ass’ show and Toni’s gonna grant your wish tonight.”  He took my briefs off and tossed them into the grocery bag on the front passenger seat, spread my legs and started casually fondling my legs, cock and balls. 

About ten minutes later we pulled into Toni’s garage and Mister C pulled into the driveway behind us.  Before we went in, he told me to bring the bag into the kitchen, “And same deal as last time: leave the clothes.”  They went in and I took my briefs out of the bag and put them with my clothes, then brought the bag in and helped Mr. C get nuts, cheese, crackers and olives onto trays and bowls.  Toni came in, wearing only red satin briefs now, and grabbed two beers and left.  Mr. C smiled, “This is what guests are for.  Anyway, can you get our drinks?”  I didn’t mind and said so, and after getting our vodka/tonic and Black Russian, headed to the living room.

Mr. Diamond was on the right side of the sofa, naked, his clothes on the left side, Mr. C sat in an armchair and Toni was in one opposite him, near Mr. D.  I gave Mr. C his drink.

“Where’d we leave off, babe?”  Toni drank, “Come here sit on Toni’s lap and I’ll remember.”

I went over and sat on his lap.  He felt my legs, “Drink.”  I sipped and he smiled, “Don’t be a tease; drink half of it, baby.”  Mr. D laughed, “Trying to get the kid drink, Toni?”  “He’s already drunk, ain’t ya babe?”

I said I was close enough.

I was.

I drank slowly and squirmed against Toni’s cock.  My dick jerked as his engorged a bit.  I took another sip, and Toni caressed, then patted my leg. “Get down on your knees, babe.”  Mr. D took my drink and I knelt while Toni pushed the armchair back and stood up, dropping his briefs, “And show us what you can do.”

I took his semi-hard cock into my mouth and ran my tongue under it, sucked at the warm pink head.  Took more of it, wanting the whole shaft inside me even though I knew I couldn’t have handled it.  I withdrew it to the head and started to ride it when Toni withdrew it completely.  I looked up at him, puzzled and apparently looking as hurt as I felt, and he smiled, “Damn, you really want it.  Lick it good first, babe; then I’ll let you suck it.”

I tried to take it, but he pushed my hand away and patted my cheek with it, “Just your tongue, sugar.  Come on.”  He patted my other cheek—not hard enough to hurt, just enough to remind me who was controlling this—then ran his cock across my lips.  I licked the shaft a little, teasing.  He brushed my hair, “Hey.”  He slapped my cheek with his cock, “Stick your tongue out.”  I did.  “All the way, do it babe!”  I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out completely.  Toni pressed his cock against it, “Now lick my fuckin’ cock and lick my balls nice and wet.   Just like you been wanting to.”

I licked his shaft obediently at first, then hungrily, up to the pulsing head and around and teasing at the cumhole.  I ran my tongue down the hardening shaft and around it, licked his shaved crotch. Kissed the smooth flesh and moved on to his equally hairless balls.  My cock throbbed at the feel of the shaved, warm sac against my tongue.  I kissed his balls, licked upward, worked up saliva and licked up to the tip and let my drool coat his shaft and thrilled as it went fully erect under my ministrations.   Down the shaft, working my saliva around the throbbing flesh, down to his balls and…

Toni clutched my hair, “Now suck it, slow and easy, get it ready, babe.  Hey, Frankie…”

I took half Toni’s cock into my mouth and started riding it steadily.

Mr. Diamond came over, his cock at its full and slim seven-plus inches.  Toni said, “You know where the jar is.”  Mr. D said yes and stepped away.  Toni stopped my movements and fucked my mouth a few short thrusts, “Good, that’s better babe….our good little fuckboy, huh?”  He released my head and I looked into his eyes and started sucking again.

Mr. D returned with lube.  Toni asked if he wanted to “do the prep” and he said “Sure.”

Mister Diamond knelt beside me and fondled my ass cheeks.  Toni held my head still again and went back to fucking my mouth.  Mr. D pressed against me, his cock pressed up hard against my thigh.   He eased two lube-coated fingers into my ass, and I moaned around Toni’s cock.  Mr. D shoved his entire index and middle fingers in and twisted, turned and probed.  I looked up at Toni.

Mr. D withdrew, “He’s ready for a good dicking, Toni.”

“Then I better get to it.”   He withdrew from my mouth, took me over between the coffee table and the tv, got me to hands and knees and nudged his cock into my lube-soaked ass.  “Yeah, you ready, baby.”  He patted my ass and eased forward an inch, and another, “Sweet…” and more, “Yeah, sweetbabe, gonna fuck your ass so fine.”  He pushed my shoulders down, eased out a little then shoved his cock into me and started fucking me in long, slow thrusts.  He finished his beer and Mr. Collier offered to help Mr. D get fresh drinks.

Toni sped up, still holding my shoulders down, “Yeah,” slowed down a little, “fuckin’ hot little” grabbed my shoulders and fucked me faster and harder, “dicktoy…yeah that’s nice that’s so fine,” and stopped and I thought he was going to cum, but he withdrew.

Mr. Diamond and Mr. Collier returned with fresh drinks.

Toni slapped my ass, “Lay down flat.”  I dropped, he spread my legs wide, laid on me, shoved his dick up my ass again and started fucking me hard and fast.  He pounded my ass for a few minutes, unrelenting, then groaned and, still pumping hard and fast, unloaded several thick shots of jizz into me.  He withdrew and slapped my ass again, “Sweet!  You’re up, Frankie!”

Mr. Diamond came over and said, “Hands and knees.  You like being watched.”  I got up and admitted what I’d just today realized, “Yeah, I do.”  Mr. D spit-lubed and slipped his dick into me, grabbed my hips and started fucking me steadily.  I glanced at Mr. Collier.  He was watching and jerking off.  He drank, then got up and stepped out of his slacks and briefs.

Mr. D kept going, smooth and steady.  He reached around me and fondled my cock and balls roughly, “Damn nice, you’re right Toni.”  He ran his hands up my belly and chest, back to my ass and sped up a little, “Cute, too.”

Mr. C came over and rubbed his hard cock under my chin, along my jaw and over my lips.  I opened my mouth and he filled it with cock, held my head and started fucking my mouth. 

Mr. Diamond patted my ass, “We’ve got to tag team this babe sometime, Toni.  What’s his name?  Or run a gantlet on him, fuck yeah.”  “Val,” Toni drank, “yeah I bet he’d love a six- or eight-man gantlet.”  Mr. D pinched and twisted my nipples and started pumping faster and harder.  Mr. Collier grunted and withdrew his cock, “Open up wide,” and started jerking off, “You want this?”  I said “Yeah-huh.”  “Yeah I know you do.”  Mr. D sped up, then slowed down a little.  Mr. C held me by the hair, “Wide.  Yeah, you want all of it, oh yeah.”  I looked up at him and he grunted and shot a small load onto my outstretched tongue, then another and slid his cock into my mouth.  When I’d sucked it clean, he ruffled my hair and stepped into the bathroom.

Mr. Diamond withdrew, “Turn over.”  I rolled to my back.  He shoved his cock into my ass and started fucking me hard and fast, just ass-pounding me.  A few minutes later, just as Mr. C returned, Mr. D shot a heavy stream of cum into me.   He withdrew and jerked off over me, another thick burst streaking across my belly, and three more small bursts and he got up and went into the bath to clean up.

After I cleaned up, Mr. Diamond and Mr. Collier went into the kitchen to talk and Toni had me sit at his feet.  He explained the tag team and it was simple, “…like wrestling.  One guy starts the fuck train, the second tags in and pumps a while, the first guy tags back in and so on.”  It was usually two guys but sometimes three or four.  I sucked off both Mr. D and Toni later and Mr. C drove me home around midnight.

I told Uncle Mitch about the job [well, except for the standing by Mr. Anderson naked while he checked his order part] and we watched a late movie.  A half hour in he got beers and a few minutes after he sat down I noticed his robe was open a bit.  And he was naked under it…and he had a partial erection.  I drank and stared at the screen and a moment later he chuckled and said, “Oops.”  I glanced over and he closed the robe, giving me another look first, and smiled, “Came undone there.  Nothing you haven’t seen in the lockers at least.”  I played dumb and told him I hadn’t noticed.  I didn’t want to embarrass him.