Mr C's Clients: Mr. Zimmermann and Company

[31 May  1972]  I woke at 6:00 with my usual rail-splitter hard on and anticipation for tonight’s meeting.  Other than that, there wasn't anything on the schedule , though that was always subject change.

I did need to speak with Mr C about Mr Preacher ["Mars"] proposition last night. [Mr Drake Stays the Week & Mr Cs Friends Roger & Mars]. The suggestion he made that l leave with him and lie to Mr. C was something I wasn't going to do.  But the suggestion that I spend 24 hours with him, getting fucked by him and his friends just felt disturbing, particularly when joined with the admonition that I tell no one where I was going. [Mr Drake Stays the Week & Mr Cs Friends Roger & Mars]

I took a shower, threw on a short bathrobe, and went down to make coffee.

And once again I didn't need to.  Mr. Drake was at  the kitchen table, dressed for work, eating cold cereal.  We said good morning and he sipped coffee and asked if I wanted eggs and bacon.  "I have to leave at 7:30.  You hungry?"

We ate breakfast and talked about yesterday [I left out my concerns with Mars].  Before he left, he told me he might be in late tonight.

I got to school a few minutes early and my homeroom teacher, who shared a hate-hate relationship with me, waited until after he'd called roll to announce, loudly, "Taylor, Mr Gull's office , now!"

MR. GULL: PROPOSITION

Mr. Gull had Daniel Lee [wearing only his jockstrap] in his office.  He told me he had said noon and dismissed me.

I returned at 12:05 and he told me to lock the  door.  "l have a problem tomorrow.  I've got 14 guys coming and both the boy I had scheduled, and his backup can't do it."

I smiled, "So you want me to serve and entertain 14 men plus you and Mr. Haney alone. ".  I was smiling at the absurdity of the situation.

"That's right.  I'll give you 75 an hour, one drink an hour and I'll suggest everyone get their own drinks."

I thought about it and agreed to do it.

He squeezed my shoulder and thanked me.  He'd pick me up at 6:00 pm tomorrow. It would be at his  home.

At 2:45 I was summoned to the principal's office and I worried all the way down there.  Had some of my photos got out?  Had Mr. Haney been caught on the premises when he was on suspension?  Or had my homeroom teacher, Mr Truarch, written me up?

It turned out to be nothing.  Mr. Collier had called and asked the principal to tell me he'd pick me up at the school at 3:30.  I sighed with relief and whispered "Truarch."

The principal, as I'd hoped, asked what about Truarch and I told him about this morning and that he'd done it in the past.  He assured me that they would have  a talk.

I also noticed the vice principal, Mr. Graham, looking at me, puzzled.

I had seen him somewhere not on school property, I was certain.  And I was also sure it was in a gay bar. 

SHOPPING WITH MR. C

Mr. Collier picked me up at 3:30 and we went to the fashion district.  We started at his favorite tailor, Beri Raye, a tall [6'2"] , slim Englishmen with close cut platinum hair . 

I got introduced, then Beri and Mr C stepped aside to talk for some 20 minutes.  They returned and Beri, smiling, said "Strip...please."  I. Took off everything but my briefs.  Beri ran his pointing finger from my belly button  down to my briefs and snapped the band.   "Jeff has told me you're anything but shy.  Now, off with it."

I slipped my briefs off and Beri , with an assistant, measured me in every way they could, including my head and each finger.

Beri gave Mr. C  a three-week finish and promised a call if he finished early.

[On the way to the next shop Mr. C told me Beri was providing 3 suits for special occasions: one powder blue, one dark blue and one rose [all with vests].  With the suits there would be three satin shirts, six off the rack stockings and two pairs of dress shoes: one black and one white.  And finally, six leather and nylon jockstraps, six satin briefs and eight satin thongs in six colors [two red, pink, turquoise, emerald, blue, and two black .]

The next and last shop sold dance, theatre and mod street ware.  We got two casual suits  with hip huggers and safari jackets, in royal blue and jade, with vests.  Also, six Victorian shirts, six poet shirts and eight sleeveless undershirts, all in varying colors and patterns.

It was just past 5:00 when we finished shopping and 5:30 when we got home.

While  I shaved, showered , etc., Mr. C laid out red briefs, black deck shoes and socks, a black poet shirt and the jade casual suit without the vest.

PRELIM: DINNER and the 9-BALLS BAR

We had dinner at an expensive steak house, courtesy of Mr. Zimmermann and we met two of the producers / writers  [Misters Gregory and Miller] and two of the directors [Misters  Santiago and Bryce].  All of them were dressed casually in sport jackets and slacks and no ties.

We talked about preferences [male], limits [no water sports, S&M or fists] and body hair.  This last because Mr C had told Mr Zimmermann about my job with Noguchi-san at his club.  I told him Noguchi-san wanted a specific look for me.  And Mr Miller cut in, "I've seen some of his boys and the body shave is pretty fucking sexy".

We [mostly the men with an occasional contribution by me] continued to talk until 9:00, then went to the 9 Balls for a couple drinks.

Mr. C and I found a booth and waved to Robbie, the bartender.  The men maneuvered me to sit between Mr Zimmermann and Mr. Collier.

Robbie brought me a black Russian and took the other orders.  We talked about movies and Mr Zimmermann passed along a few funny stories and a couple erotic ones.

Robbie came back with the drinks with an extra one for me.  He pointed to a tall grey-haired man with a moustache and goatee.  I  looked at Mr Collier.  He said to just send a "no but maybe Sunday night". 

Robbie said he'd take care of it and left.

A few minutes later Ted Anderson joined us.  Mr. C introduced him all around and told Mr. Zimmermann that he was the man they had discussed.

Mr. Anderson asked if anyone was up for doubles pool.  Mr. Zimmermann said yes, then I did, and Mr. Santiago made four.

Mr. Zimmermann and I talked between turns.  It was innocuous, talking movies, music and TV [which was one of his ways of getting into my head].

At around quarter past ten Mr. Anderson suggested we "reconvene at [his] place.". We all agreed.  Mr. Zimmermann whispered to Mr. Anderson, who nodded in return and we left.  I went with Mr Collier, Mr. Anderson drove solo and Mr Zimmermann's group followed.

Mr. C had me remove my jacket in the 9 Balls parking lot, then strip to my briefs and deck shoes on the drive over   I told  him about Mars, and he said he'd take care of it.

As always, Mr. C [or whichever car I was in] parked in the garage, to make sure the neighbors didn't get a show.

Once the men had gone in, I entered and went straight into the kitchen to make drinks.  Mr. C, still dressed, came in with a list and helped me prepare them, then went into the living room.

I served them in the order in which they were seated:  Mr. Zimmermann on the recliner, wearing briefs; Mr Anderson on the couch, naked, a Zippo and a cigarette case on the end table beside him; Mr. Bryce, in his briefs; Mr. Gregory, in his jockstrap; Mr. Santiago, in his briefs; Mr. Harvey Miller, in his briefs; Mr. Collier on the armchair, fully dressed.

MR. ZIMMERMANN

I took my drink and headed back toward Mr. Zimmermann just as he  called me over to join him.  He smirked and sipped his drink and handed it to me.  I took a swallow of my own and set both on the coffee table.

"Suck it." Mr Zimmermann leaned forward and yanked my wrists.  "Show the Captain what you can do."

I left my briefs on, the satin feeling fantastic against my stiffening dick, and knelt between his legs.

I licked his bellybutton and traced the line of hair down to his briefs.  I slid my hand into his briefs and slipped it behind his cock, then licked and sucked his cock and balls through his briefs.

Mr. Zimmermann put a hand on my shoulder, gripping it gently.  [He was good looking [he reminded me a little of George Maharis], 37, 6'4", had a fit, lightly muscular build, and brown business-cut hair.  He had light body hair, no chest hair, trimmed pubic hair , a 9" cock and big balls that I could have happily serviced by  themselves for a good fifteen or twenty minutes.]

I eased his nearly erect  cock out of his briefs, licking and sucking it as I managed to take almost half of it into my mouth.  He pulled his briefs down and turned to Mr. Anderson , "How about starting one around," he brushed my hair "with our pretty little cockslut first?"

Mr. Anderson took a fat, long joint out of the cigarette case , closed the case, and brought the joint and lighter over. 

I eased Mr. Zimmermann's cock out of my mouth and massaged it slowly, fondling his balls too, while I waited for Mr. Anderson.

Mr. Anderson tugged my ear.  "I'll go first and pass it to Val.  I'm not as pretty as him, but I'm more experienced.  Inhale it as I breath it into you.  When you're ready to pass it to Mr. Zimmermann tap his leg. "

 Mr. Anderson took a long hit, held it for a minute , then locked his mouth over mine and breathed it into me.

I felt a blast of sensuality, held the smoke in, then pressed my open mouth over Mr. Zimmermann's and blew it carefully into him.

I bent over and started sucking his cock loudly and sloppily.

Mr’ Zimmermann passed the smoke to Mr’ Anderson, then held my head stiff and fucked my mouth a few times.  He withdrew and told me to  go wait  in front of the coffee table.

He moved forward on the recliner and had a quick, whispered, conversation with Mr. Anderson.

I took a long swallow of my Black Russian and put it back on the coffee table.

Mr. Zimmermann came up behind me and fondled my ass, then yanked my briefs down.  He took the lube off the fable and seconds later two of his long, lubed fingers were exploring and stretching my hole. 

He held the lube forward and asked me to hang on to it.  I took it  and my dick throbbed when I heard him lubing his cock.

I put the lube on the coffee table.

Mr. Zimmermann grasped my right shoulder and shoved his cock into my fuckhole.  I moaned.  He pushed forward and I cried out softly .

He licked the back of my ear.  "That feels so good." He pushed again , "Yeah...fuck yeah.

I squirmed.  Heard myself whisper "uh huh" and "fuck me"

He shoved the rest of his cock into me and started fucking me, a few slow strokes, then at a steady pace, his arms around me, holding my forearms.

Mr. Zimmermann withdrew and led me to the wall between the living room and the kitchen, with its serving counter.  He turned me to face, and hold onto, the counter and slid his cock into my hole.  He turned my head and licked my right ear, then he started fucking me hard.

Mr. Anderson went into the kitchen and made me a fresh drink, put a straw into it and set it near me.  I took a long sip of it and pushed back into Mr. Zimmermann.

He fucked me for nearly ten minutes, withdrew and told me to get on hands and knees.  He stroked his cock while I got into position, then called Mr. Anderson over.

Mr. Zimmermann stroked his cock faster, slowed and entered me and fucked me in short, quick strokes, softly growling obscenities.  "Yeah!  You hot little slut cum crazy fucktoy... "

He withdrew suddenly and pumped three or four thick streams and half a dozen small ones all over my ass.  He squeezed my shoulder, "Damn nice, baby". Then he stood and went to clean up.

MR. ANDERSON

And Mr. Anderson brought me my drink.   I swallowed half of it and put it on the coffee table. He lubed his cock and pushed me back down, "Lay flat, Val, babe."

[Mr. Anderson was early 40s, 5'10" with a slim, fit  build and short black hair.  He was a handsome man who reminded me of Guy Williams, television's Zorro and the dad in Lost in Space]. He had light body hair, a 7.5" cock and large balls].

He laid on top of me, thrust his cock into my hole and started fucking me.

Mr. Zimmermann went to Mr. C and whispered to him , and they went into the kitchen.

Mr. Anderson withdrew, pushed my legs up under me, and thrust his cock into my fuckhole.  He grasped my shoulders and fucked me fast and hard.

He kept power-fucking me for five minutes give or take, then shot a good load into me and withdrew and jerked out three or four small shots across my ass.

He patted my hip, got up and went to clean up.

MISTERS BRYCE and GREGORY

I sat up and finished my drink and asked if anyone else needed a refill.  Mr. Santiago and Mr. Anderson called for one and Mr. Santiago said he'd get them.

I finished my black Russian and got up and gave him the empty glass as he came by.  I bent double and pulled my briefs up, then turned and [completely by  accident] found myself in Mr. Bryce's arms.  [Mr. Bryce was 28 , 5'8"  , 190, a little overweight, receding curly brown hair with avg body hair, no chest hair, and 8" of cock.]         

And right behind him was Mr. Gregory [29, 5'7", 166 fit, with long blonde hair a Fu Manchu moustache, average body hair, trimmed pubic hair, an 8"-plus cock and big balls].

Mr. Bryce pulled me closer, tightening his grip.   He kissed me.  I opened my mouth a little, letting him push his tongue in deep.  I sucked it for a couple minutes, my dick throbbing, getting hornier with every second his thick, wet tongue explored my mouth.

Mr. Gregory pulled my briefs down under my ass and held my forearms against my hips.  He called Mr. Anderson over.

Mr. Santiago returned with the drinks and Mr. Anderson took ours and joined us.  He spoke quietly with Mr. Bryce, nodded and turned to me.

He pressed my drink to  my lips and spoke into my ear, "Drink... Half of it.  Can you?"  I said Yes, softly, and began swallowing as he began pouring.

When I'd swallowed half the Black Russian, Mr. Anderson put my glass on the coffee table, fondled my ass, and returned to the sofa.

I was drunk.  Not falling down or blackout drunk but just warming up drunk: that moment when you realize you're drunk and decide to leave or embrace and enjoy it.

I don't really need to tell you which I chose, do I now?

Mr. Bryce kissed me, right arm around my shoulders and left hand pushing down his briefs.  When he got them down, he guided my hand to his big balls and let go.

I felt them, then moved on up to what I really wanted. 

Mr. Bryce broke the kiss again and licked my ear, "You want that. "

It was a statement, not a question.  And an accurate one.

I moved my hand slowly up his hard, 8", cock and started to agree when Mr. Gregory grasped my shoulders from behind and pushed his knees into mine, forcing me to  kneel.  He squeezed my shoulders, "Better view from down there. "

I looked up and agreed, then licked and sucked Mr. Bryce's balls for a couple minutes.

Mr. Anderson came over and handed Mr. Gregory a joint.

I switched my attention to Mr. Bryce's cock.

The joint was passed around [Gregory to Bryce to Anderson] twice, then Mr. Anderson asked me if I wanted a hit.

I said no [| liked the grass by itself, but not with the Blank Russians].  Then I looked up at Mr. Bryce and took half his cock into my mouth and started sucking it.

Mr. Gregory fondled my ass, reached around and caressed my cock through my briefs.  He said he'd be back, got up and went to talk to Mr. Anderson.

Mr. Bryce held my head and mouth-fucked me for a couple minutes.

Mr. Gregory and Mr. Anderson pulled an 8-sided table out of a corner of the gaming area and placed it under the ceiling fan.  Someone asked if we were playing poker.  Mr. Anderson said not tonight, and Mr. Gregory came over to join Mr. Bryce and me.

Mr. Bryce withdrew and told me to turn around.  He lubed his cock and my ass as Mr. Gregory guided me into a hands-and-knees position.

Mr. C and Mr. Zimmermann came out of the kitchen and sat on the sofa and continued to speak softly.

Mr. Bryce shoved his cock into my fuckhole, waited a  few seconds, then started fucking me at a good, steady pace.

Mr. Gregory removed his jockstrap and massaged his semi-hard cock.

Mr. Bryce slowed, withdrawing his cock halfway then thrusting it in, withdrawing halfway and thrusting it in maybe a half a dozen times, then returned to steady, mid-paced fucking.

Mr. Gregory patted my cheeks with his 8"-plus cock, very lightly, once,  twice...three times; then touched it against my lips.  I opened my mouth, and he pulled his cock away.

Mr. Bryce spread my ass cheeks and fucked me faster.  He whispered "Yeah baby...so hot so fucking hot... "

Mr. Gregory ran his cock around my cheeks and barely touched it to my lips.  I stuck out my tongue and he pulled his cock away again.

Mr’ Bryce stopped, reached around and briefly felt my cock and balls.  He grabbed my hips and fucked me faster.

Mr. Gregory pressed his cock against my lips, "Show us your tongue, baby doll."

Mr. Bryce squeezed my ass cheeks, fucking me fast, "...hot little slutboy..."  thrusting hard "...yeah come on gonna fill your sweet ass with cum..."

I opened my mouth and let a satisfied moan float out and stuck out my tongue.  Mr. Gregory pressed his cock against my tongue.  "Don't move it. ". He fucked my mouth, his cock riding my tongue.

Mr. Bryce stopped, trying to hold back, then groaned  "...FUCKING wh-- hottie!! " and fucked me in short, hard strokes, pumping cum.

And after a minute give-or-take he withdrew, breathing hard, caressed my ass and lit a cigarette.  "We'll do this again babe. "

Mr. Gregory withdrew and handed me my drink.  I finished it and asked if he needed a refill.  He ruffled, then gripped my hair and growled softly, "You keep sucking my dick til I tell you to stop."

I took his cock back into my mouth and started sucking it, bobbing to and fro slowly.

And he gripped my head tight, "Suck it like you haven't been dicked, top or bottom, in a month, baby doll."

Now that would be rough.

I licked and sucked his cock hungrily, noisily and sloppily, my saliva running down my chin.  He stopped me after about 5 minutes and fucked my mouth, holding my head tight .  A few minutes of that and I could tell he was close to cumming. 

He asked who needed refills.  Everyone raised their glasses and both Mr. Zimmermann and Mr. C asked for tonic lime.  He withdrew his cock from my mouth and helped me up.  "drink refills, baby."

I followed him into the kitchen, and he swung me around to face the serving counter and pushed my feet wide apart.  

Mr. Anderson smiled at me and drank.

Mr’ Gregory put my arms on the counter, shoved his cock into my hole and fucked me fast and hard.

I opened my mouth and let the sounds--the moans and the sharp little  "oohs" and "ahs" and words of encouragement--let them roll out of their own volition.

Mr. Gregory had been close to orgasm when I'd been blowing him , so it shouldn't come as a surprise that the counter-fuck lasted a little over five minutes.  He blew his full load in three shots.

He licked my spine from neck to shoulder blades, withdrew and patted my ass lightly. Then he went to clean up.

I cleaned up a  bit, pulled my briefs up, prepped the drinks and served them. 

Mr. Zimmermann, naked, waved me over and took me into the kitchen.  He put an arm around my shoulders and told me "I already told Mr. Collier, but not the others, that I like what I've seen.  I still have to clear it with my boss, but. I'm going to send you half a dozen loop scripts.  We'll work on the shoot dates.  All this stays among you, Mr. Collier and me.  Now you're needed at the poker table. ". He slid his hand down to my ass and walked me out to the living room.

Mr. Zimmermann took his drink and handed me mine and whispered into my ear, "A toast, Val: to promising friendships and lucrative business dealings."  We both took long swallows, then he walked me, hand on my ass, to the poker table, where Mr. Anderson was waiting.  Mr. Zimmermann handed me his drink, "put these on the shelf, never on the poker table." He turned toward the sofa, "gentleman?"

MISTERS SANTIAGO and MILLER

Mr. Santiago and Mr. Miller came over to join us.  Mr. Santiago turned me to face him and kissed me, filling my mouth with his tongue.  He withdrew, sucked my earlobe and licked my ear.

Mr. Miller knelt behind me and fondled my ass.

Mr. Santiago stepped back and took  his briefs off.  [Mr. Guillermo Santiago was 55, 6', 220, with a pot belly, full black hair, light body hair and a thick 10" cock.]

Mr. Miller yanked my briefs down and took them off one of my legs.  He turned me to face him, moved us a couple feet from the poker table and removed his jockstrap.  [Harvey Miller was 32, black, 5'10", 225 fit, bald, light body hair, trimmed pubic hair, and an 11"  cock.]

It was the biggest I'd seen "live" [as opposed to in loops and film; the largest there, of course, being John Holmes's].

I looked up at him and he pushed down on my shoulders .  He didn't smile when he said "Get on your knees, princess.  You can figure it out from there, huh?"

I  could, particularly after he and Mr. Santiago flanked me.  Mr. Miller's was the more intimidating, even not completely erect, so I took it, slowly, into my mouth, a couple inches past the head.  I paused for a few seconds, then began moving my head to and fro. 

Mr. Miller patted my head,[jared iro1] "That's good, babes, real good.  Work on Mr. Santiago."  All the guys applauded. 

I turned my attention to Mr. Santiago, whose 10-incher was a little smaller but was not a walk in the park either.

Mr. Collier came over and went into the kitchen with Mr. Zimmermann.

I sucked, kissed and licked Mr. Miller's and Mr. Santiago's cocks for some ten minutes.

Mr. Miller told me "Stand up, princess."

They took me to the poker table and gave me my Black Russian.  I took a long swallow and gave it back, smiling.   I was drunk and ready for more.

Mr. Anderson came around and lubricated my fuckhole, then held the jar while Mr. Miller and Mr. Santiago lightly lubed their cocks.

Mr. Santiago moved me over to face the table and told me to hold the edge.  I'd barely got into position when he pushed his cock into me,

He slowly filled me, then patted my ass and proceeded to fuck me at a steady pace.  He reached around and fondled my cock, ran his hands up to my chest and pinched and twisted my nipples.

Twenty strokes, then he withdrew and let Mr. Miller take over.

Mr. Miller pushed his 11-inch cock around halfway into me, then grasped my hips, shoved the rest into me and started fucking me.  And he passed me back to Mr. Santiago after 20-some strokes.

They continued passing me back and forth, each of them fucking me faster and for a longer time.  Santiago also licking my ears and playing with my nipples; Miller whispering obscene promises and threats.

Mr. Santiago's turn came up and Mr. Anderson gave me a popper hit just as Mr. Santiago entered me.  I moaned and pushed back as he filled me with cock. Mr. Miller said "Turn him around here, Billy.  Let me explore while you fill that pretty white ass with cock juice. "

Mr. Santiago withdrew and turned us to face Mr. Miller, then entered me, wrapped his arms around my hips and fucked me, steady, for a couple minutes, then faster with shorter thrusts.

Mr. Miller kissed me, forcing his thick tongue into my mouth.  He licked my ears and sucked my earlobes.

Mr. Santiago fucked me hard and fast, moving his hands to my waist and back to my hips and finally thrust his cock deep and released a huge load of cum into me.  He withdrew, still cumming, shooting three thick loads and maybe a dozen more small shots across my ass.  He turned me around and kissed me, shoving his tongue into me.

Mr. Miller lubed my fuckhole with a mix of lube and Mr. Santiago's cum.  Then he lubed his cock lightly teasing.

Mr. Santiago broke the kiss, patted my cheek and went to clean up.  "all yours, H.M.  I'll ride you again , chica."

Mr. Miller told me to get to my hands and knees.  I did, and he pushed my shoulders down to the floor.  He pushed his cock into my fuckhole and said, so the rest of the men could hear "Now, I am going to ride you like a cheap whore, white boy."

He pushed his cock into me slowly, let it just fill me for a few seconds, then started fucking me at a steady pace.

The rest of the men made their way over to the game area, talking softly and watching Mr. Miller power fuck me.

Mr. Anderson went over to Mr. Collier and whispered to him.  Mr. Collier told him "I'm pretty sure he's free the 6th to the 16th but ask him Tuesday.  And don't  tell anyone I gave you an okay to do that."

Mr. Miller withdrew, helped me turn over and pushed my spread legs up.  He spat on his cock and slid it into my hole.  He tried  a few slow strokes then fucked me in fast, short strokes.

Mr. Anderson got Mr. Bryce to help him put the poker table away.

Mr. Miller fucked me for another five minutes, then withdrew and straddled my chest, pinning my arms to my sides and my legs to my chest.  He jerked off.  I opened my mouth and he muttered "Shut it, princess."

I managed to close it just as he blew another huge load with 8 to 10 increasingly smaller shots across my face. 

Finally, he patted my cheek and said, "See you soon, princess ".  Then he stood up and went to clean up.

Mr. C came over, got my drink and asked how I was doing. I took my drink and finished  it and smiled and said I was feeling hot and well-used.  He told me about his conversation with Mr. Anderson and asked if I heard it.  I had, and he said "Good deal.  Just beep me informed so I don't double book you. "

I understood and agreed I would.

Mr. Miller finished in the bathroom and I got up, with Mr. Collier's help, and showered.

Afterward, Mr. C and I said our goodbyes.  Mister Zimmermann said he'd be in touch sooner than later and we left a little before 1:00 am.

We talked about Mr. Zimmermann [he had several movie production companies.  The one I'd be working for was Wild 7 Boys, a subsidiary of Zimm Hot Gay Boys and Men.  The other item we discussed was new outfits for the studio [deck shoes, jock or briefs and kimono. I said it sounded hot.]

We pulled into his driveway and he pushed the bench seat back a little, opened his slacks up and exposed his hard 6.5" cock.  He leaned back and patted my thigh , "Suck me off".

I leaned over and took his cock into my mouth, licked and sucked it for less than a minute, then bobbed up and down.  I knew by then that he preferred a no-frills blowjob.  He rested his hand on my head for maybe five minutes, then held my head and fucked my mouth.

Around five minutes later he shot a good-sized load into my mouth and throat.

He straightened the seat back and pulled the seat forward.  "When you come in Tuesday be sure you bring your calendar.  Make sure we're caught up. "

I told him I would and told him about my concerns with Mars. He said he'd investigate it, then drove me home.

MR’ DRAKE

I locked up and checked the living room.  Mr. Drake was wearing black pajama pants and slippers, watching a gay hardcore western.  He asked if I could handle a nightcap and I said sure.  Before I could offer to get drinks, he said he'd get it while I  changed.

I hung the jacket, after clearing the pockets, in the closet and set the rest aside for dry cleaning.  Then I threw on a short robe and went downstairs.

Mr. Drake was sitting on the sofa, his coffee cup and my Black Russian on the end table.

[Mr. Drake was a 5-foot-6, stocky man of 43 with a trimmed moustache and short slicked back black hair.  He had 9" of cock, small balls, and average body and pubic hair.]

He spread his legs and patted the sofa, "Go ahead and drop that robe right there and come stand between my legs.  Right now. "  I dropped my robe and walked over and stood between his legs, facing him.

He leaned forward and gave my cock  a couple strokes then reached around and fondled my ass.  He patted it, leaned back and said, "Now get on your knees" he pushed his pajama pants down to his ankles, "and suck mister Drake's cock ".

Mr. Drake was another who didn't like foreplay or tease.  So,  I did lick and suck his balls a little, licked his cock shaft briefly, then took half his cock into my mouth and began bobbing up and down, sucking it and occasionally looking up into his eyes.

After around five-plus minutes I felt his cock throb and Mr. Drake pushed me up and withdrew.  He touched my shoulder, "Have a drink, then get on your hands and knees , face the screen. "  He passed me my drink and I took a  long swallow.

Mr. Drake took my cock and, while I moved forward and took the position, and wiggled my ass, he took lubricant out of the drawer and lubed his cock.

I kept wiggling my  ass, a bit drunkenly.  In the movie, [Hard Noon] the handcuffed sheriff was in his office, being held by two big outlaws while a third tore his clothes off and a fourth, the leader, watched, drinking whiskey.

I jerked when Mr. Drake smeared lubricant between my ass cheeks [I hadn't heard him come up behind me].  I stopped wiggling and he lubed my ass.

In the film the outlaws held the mostly naked sheriff belly down across the width of the desk and the lead outlaw was fucking him.

Mr. Drake pushed his cock up my hole, then began fucking me at a steady pace.

I opened my mouth, occasionally moaning or sighing.

Mr. Drake held  my shoulders and fucked me faster.  He spoke softly and tersely "You like that, huh?  You like Mr. Drake's big nine-inch fuckwand ramming your hot ass.  Huh? "

I said "uh-huh" several times and he fucked me faster each time.

And almost ten minutes later he growled "fuck" a few times and shot a good load of cum into me.

He shot a few more spurts, then withdrew, squeezed my shoulder and stood up.  He said we'd both better get some sleep, it was nearly 3:00 am.

I turned the projector off, we said good night and I went up to my room.

A quick shower later I hit the bed and crashed.

Til next time 😁

Val