Val's XXX Flicks: Biker Gangbang

[24 May  1972]  I woke in a panic at 3:00 am, remembering that I hadn't reset my alarm before I'd crashed.  I fumbled around and finally got it set to 7:00, pulled the sheet over my head and was out again in seconds. I woke up again at 6:45 and turned the alarm off , climbed out of bed and went  downstairs, naked and sporting a hard on, courtesy of a dream involving the Green Hornet and Kato and me, and managed to get coffee .  Uncle Mitch came in and yawned through a request for coffee.

I passed him a full cup and he asked how the meeting went and I said good [Mr. C’s Clients: Bare Brothers XXX Film Producers] then excused myself to shower  and make a 7:30 call to Mr. C.

The first question he asked was if I was okay with the gang bang being filmed for sales.  I told him I was okay with it as long as I was assured it wouldn't be released before end of June.

He said he'd pick me up between 4:30 and five and we'd go to the bar.  The Bare Brothers would be prepping from 10:00 to 5:00 pm   The shoot would start at 6:00 pm and go to 9:00 pm or thereabouts.  I was to play a straight  turned gay following the gang bang.

The other teen who was going to do the shoot had backed out, so I wasn't going to be helping with the shoot, I'd be center stage.  There would be four "bikers", including Mr. Sinclair.

Lastly Mr.  Collier  told me not to tell anyone I did the film or half his clients would be asking for favors.  He'd already told Mr. Sinclair the same thing.

I finished getting ready for school and joined Uncle Mitch at the kitchen table at 8:00 and he offered a ride which would give me time to eat.  I accepted and told him I had a shoot tonight, so I'd be home between 10:00 pm and  1:00 am.

He asked about last night, and I told him the producers thought I had potential.  He asked who I had to suck to get the part and I said, "All three," and  smiled and said  "Seriously, they had me strip and we went for dinner and drinks later.  I'll get a full screen test the week after graduation."

He dropped me off at school at 8:45 and said Mr. Drake would be joining us tomorrow, for dinner.  The morning went by slowly, probably because I wanted to talk to Mr. Gull, but noon finally came, and l ran to the gym.  He was alone with his door open and he waved me in.

"Close the door.". He leaned back, "Want that ride tonight?"  I said Thursday would be better and he nodded ,"This about Saturday?  It's five to ten or eleven.  You'll have a chance to win prizes and it won't be endless sex. Anything else?"

I asked how many teachers would be there, realizing he probably wouldn't know which knew me.  I thought.

"For you there'll --open the door."

I did and Davis Ellerman entered.  He was a good looking blonde with a flat top that didn't do him any favors.  His build sculpted with emphasis on shoulders and biceps  turned heads and so did his jade green eyes. He was eighth on the wrestlers list, three below me.  We said hi and he smiled, “You in trouble too, Tay?" I said I was working on it.  Which got a quickly hidden smile from Mr. Gull.

Mr. Gull  said we'd talk Thursday and I thanked him, left and closed the door.

The afternoon went quickly, and I got home a little after 3:45.  I went through my closet and picked a dark blue Victorian mod shirt, light blue hip huggers, black socks and blue Keds.  I took a shower and shaved again.  I had  nearly 45 minutes before Mr. C got here.

I put on a jockstrap and a white sleeveless T-shirt that stretched halfway down my hips and went down to get coffee.  I almost stopped, thinking I'd seen Uncle Mitch in the living room, but kept going.  And realized it was either him or a friendly burglar.  Coffee was freshly made.  I  poured a cup, pulled my T-shirt down, and walked slowly  to the living room.

"Well now, a marvelous afternoon to you, too, Val!". Mr. Drake licked his lips and smiled, "I told you I saw him!"

Uncle Mitch sipped  coffee, "You should have been here this morning."

"I'm sure.  I'd love to see more, but we need to finish this for a dinner meeting.  Hopefully we'll see you tomorrow for dinner."   I had work Thursday but said I should be back before midnight  and looked forward to it

Mr. C arrived at 4:30 and after greeting Uncle Mitch and Mr. Drake, came upstairs.  He suggested swapping the jockstrap for black briefs and not to be surprised if wardrobe changes everything.  They had more experience.

We left at 5:00.  On the way over he asked me about  the Friday and Saturday night parties.  I told him I didn't know much about either yet.  Kenneth's was  to be Friday and all I knew about that was "...it's 6:00 to midnight with 6 to 8 guys and he's picking me up at 3:30."

He chuckled. “Why so early?"  I told him that "he said he wanted to go over details and thought dinner and drinks would kill two birds with one stone".

He nodded, "Makes sense.  But don't let him talk you into any sort of bondage, even just handcuffs ".  I hadn't intended to but I didn't mind the advice. 

As for Saturday's function, the more I was told the more [jared iro1] curious it became.  There were now three teachers I knew coming to the function: Mr. Gull and Mr. Haney, and one from last semester, Heir  Mueller .  "Mr. Gull said he would explain tomorrow."

Mr. C nodded , "Well if it sounds fishy don't be afraid to cancel.  Or you want me to talk to him let me know.  We're here.". At 5:30 no less.

 'Here ' was a closed down bar with four motorcycles  parked out front and a limo,  two panel trucks and station wagon in the lot beside it. 

We parked in the lot and entered by the front door. 

The main room went back 300 feet and across about 260.  There was a beaded curtain bisecting the length of the building at the 180 ft mark. Behind that curtain was  another, shorter counter,  red bench seats along the east wall and, in the northeast corner was a 26 ft length by 30 ft width parquet area with a 9-foot pool table and 8 stools. Under construction at  80 ft from the left wall was a sheet rock wall running from the north wall to the booth at 80 ft. from the north wall

Mr. Sinclair was at the front bar counter with three men I hadn't met. Al Bare was behind the counter.  He waved to us, "Hey guys!  Gin tonic, Jeff?"

"Scotch and soda tonight, Al.  Black Russian for Val."

Mr.  Sinclair stood up and shook hands with Mr. Collier, "Hi Jeff, Val.  These are three of my club members: Lupin, Mr. Frost and Walther." We all shook hands.

Lupin was 5'10, with an average, tanned build, short gray hair, in his mid -50s, with a nice 8.5" cock.

Mr. Frost was 6', thin but with wiry muscles, short black hair slicked back, in his late-40s, with a 7" cock: and

Walther was 5'10, average build with a pot belly, bald with a graying moustache  , in his mid-50s, with a promising 8" dick.

Dick Bare came though the curtain on the west wall that led into a private area with booths and low lighting [where the film crew and their equipment was].  Dick led me and Mr. C back to the pool table area.  There was  one table and a dozen cues with the basic accessories and a clear cover. 

 "That's a nice shirt, Val, but let's do a little more redneck and less mod.  Marty, over here!" A slim woman in her late 50s hurried over.  Dick touched my shoulder, "Flannel , blue plaid and lose the T-shirt.  Are you in the lot, Jeff?" Marty told me to wait and rushed off.  Mr. C said we were in the lot.  Dick nodded, "Park in front but not yet."

Marty returned with a blue plaid.  She handed me the shirt, "Strip to the waist, try this." She pulled off my shirt and T-shirt then helped me put the plaid on and smiled, "Perfect fit!  Do you want boots, Dick?"  "I'd love 'em but they'd make him too tall.  Nope.  Eric, grab a camera and get Mr. Collier and Val driving in, parking by the bikes and walking in.  Four takes left and right.

They got the shots and we went into the front bar.  I drank my Black Russian while they went over some tech stuff.  They'd use two cameras but keep out of our way.  This was going on a new talent tape, so no one expected polished product.

Al gave me a refill.

Dick spoke to the six performers "First, if you don't like the scenario, speak up and we'll change it or drop it.  We have two of the bikers shooting a game and two watching.  Jeff and Val enter from the main bar and Jeff asks if anyone wants to play for real stakes and puts a $20 on the table. Mr. Sinclair makes it $25 from each of the bikers.  Then he goes over to Val and pats his ass and says against your boy.  Three games: If Val wins, he and his dad split the $300.  If he loses, he services the four Trailmasters."

Mr. C [jared iro2] went to Dick and made a couple changes.  He wanted the pot to be $30 each to  push me and change  the "vs the four Trailmasters" to "vs the Trailmasters".  [jared iro3] .

I called home to tell Uncle Mitch I'd probably be home by midnight.  He told me Kenneth had called to postpone Friday's event to late October and that he'd call over the weekend to talk about it.

Al poured refills all around.  I took a large swallow.  It was smooth and I was getting a nice little buzz on.

Mr. Sinclair came over to Mr. Collier and me and told Mr. C  he'd purchased the bar and intended to make it a private club.  He needed to hire an architect and a designer and also wondered if Mr. C could let his film clients know it was available for shoots.  Only, of  course, if it  didn't infringe om his own business and with 10% of the gross profit.  They made an appointment to talk about it.[jared iro4]

We did the intro twice, once with Mr. Sinclair winning a solo game, and one with Lupin defeating me.  The script was simple and only covered the beginning, up to the sex and the end, after the  sex.

My character, Zane Allnite enters with his father, Senator Ron Allnite.  Zane suggests more interesting odds and lays a $20 on the table. Mr. Sinclair "sees" $20 , then adds $30,  "Fifty, and you play at least two games: one against me and one against Lupin."

Mr. Frost and Walther entered and bought into the stakes.  Mr. Sinclair told Zane and the Senator,  "But we don't want your money."  He put his arm around Zane's shoulders, "you win two games, you get $200...fifty from each of us. Lose two and you blow us.". We shook hands, Lupin racked the balls. 

Al called CUT, and he and Dick shot a dozen close inserts, a half dozen medium inserts and six shots of the 8-ball dropping.

Dick slapped my ass, " All yours, guys.  We'll stay out of the way as best we can."

We all went back around the table.  I made three successful shots, then managed to drop the 8-ball.

I backed away and bumped into Mr. Frost and Walther.  Walther grabbed the rear of my belt and jeans.  "Where do you think you're going?" Mr. Frost grabbed my jaw, "We haven't even started." He kissed me, licked my jaw, up to my ear then kissed my mouth and thrust his tongue deep into me.

Mr. Sinclair stripped below the waist, stroked his thick 5.5" cock and grabbed my wrist, "Right on, baby", pulled me toward him and into another forced, sloppy, tongue filled kiss.

Lupin stripped, placed his arms around my waist and ground his hips and hard  8.5" cock against my ass.

Mr. Sinclair pushed me down to my knees and ran his cock across my lips.  I opened my mouth and closed my lips around it, licking and sucking gently.  He put his hand on the back of my head and pushed his cock further into me.  I tried to ease back but he pushed my head toward him, filling my mouth with dick.  Lupin moved beside me and stroked his cock slowly, "Seems to be enjoying himself.". Mr. Sinclair held my head against the table, fucking my wet mouth.  He smiled. "Yeah, little bitchboy's been needing this for a long time.  Maybe daddy wants some too.". Mr. Sinclair withdrew and still pinning me to the table, turned my head to face Lupin.

I opened my mouth and Lupin stroked his cock gently and slid it in.  "Maybe another time.  Zane wants all of us to himself this time. "  He withdrew and Mr. Sinclair  slipped his cock  back into my mouth and started fucking it steadily.  Mr. C went through the curtains and came back  a few minutes later with a fresh drink .  Mr. Sinclair kept fucking my mouth , occasionally withdrawing so I could lick and suck his balls and his cock.

Mr. Frost went to Lupin and whispered to him.

Mr. Sinclair held my head and pumped faster.  "Good...little slut...use your tongue...like that...mmm fuck!"  Mt Sinclair withdrew, held me by the ear and stroked his cock steadily

I glanced at Mr. Collier .  He was sitting on a stool, watching us. I suddenly felt completely alone and at the mercy of these men.

And my cock throbbed and leaked a drop of precum.

Mr. Sinclair pulled me about 2 to 3 inches away from the table, wiped his cock against my lips and slipped it into my mouth.  He locked his hands behind my head and fucked my mouth faster.   And barely two minutes later he unleashed a big, sloppy load into my mouth.  I opened my mouth wide to show off my treasure and let it  run out and down my lips and chin.  Mr. Sinclair withdrew and stroked his cock fast , shooting a few more splashes of cum onto my face.

Lupin got me to my feet and Mr. Frost came up behind me.  Mr. Sinclair went to Mr. C and they left through the curtain to the main lounge.

Mr. Frost moved me about a foot away from the table and pulled me, by the belt, forward into a rough kiss.  He ground his cock against my leg and  forced his tongue deep into my mouth.

Mr. C returned and, staying behind the camera,   whispered to the director.  They went back and forth, then Mr. C headed back.

The director called "CUT and freeze.  Lupin and Frost follow Mr. Colliers' lead with the senator trying unsuccessfully to intervene. Cameras on the action.  And 3...2...and action! "

Mr. C , as Senator Allnite, came over, telling Lupin and Mr. Frost "Hold on, there!  Above the belt only!"

Mr. Frost whispered  to Lupin and held me face down on the table.  Walther and Mr. Sinclair came in.   Lupin got nose to nose with Mr. C and  growled softly, "Well, maybe we'll just borrow her for the weekend and bring her back when she's all fucked out?". "All right, we'll just leave then.  Dress and--". Rick came in, "OKAY, EVERYBODY SHUT THE FUCK UP AND...SHUT THE CAMERAS OFF NOW!!

Dick smiled, "beautiful!  Anybody need a refill to come down a little?"

I stood up and finished mine and held it out, hand shaking.  He smiled, brushed my hand with his and said ok.  I drank half of my new one, then finished it.  The trembling stopped and I started sailing.

We all returned as close as we could to where we had been.  The disruption would be included and followed with a fade out and in and back to the pleasurable action.

Mr. Frost thrust his hand between my legs and found my cock and balls.  He fondled me roughly. 

Lupin brought another Black Russian, with two straws.  He slapped my ass, pulled my head up and helped me get the straws between my lips.  I drank a small swallow of the Black Russian .

I wiggled and squirmed.  Lupin put my drink down and moved behind me and said "Alright, let's do this."

Mr. Frost and Lupin reached under me, unbuckled my belt and jeans, unzipped my jeans and brought me  around to the front  of the table.  Lupin held my head on the table, using my hand to gently caress his hard 8.5" cock. Mr. Frost pulled my jeans down to my ankles and  l clenched my ass, "No."

Mr. Frost slapped my ass three times, hard.  He asked, "Did you lose a bet to us?"   I said yes.

He pulled my briefs down a little, "And are you a cocktease?" I said no and he said that was a wise answer.  Mr. Frost pulled my briefs up between my ass cheeks and he and Lupin  took turns slapping my ass a half dozen times.  Mr. Frost yanked my briefs down to my ankles and pulled them and my jeans off.   a moment later he started lubing my ass, stretching me.  Lupin caressed his cock lazily until Mr. Frost said okay.  Then Lupin held my  shoulders down and Mr. frost grasped my ass cheeks and pushed his 7" cock into my ass slowly at first, then thrust  it in all the way and started fucking me hard and steady.  After a couple of minutes, I started squirming gently.

I looked for  Mr. Dick and he gave me an okay sign.

Mr. Frost spread my ass cheeks and fucked me faster.  Lupin held my drink for me, and I took a swallow through the dual straws.

Mr. Frost fucked me harder, the sound of our flesh slapping together drowning out the jukebox.  He groaned, thrust twice , then withdrew and jerked s big load across my ass.

Mr. Frost moved and Lupin lubed his 8.5-inch cock, pushed my feet far apart and nudged it into my asshole inch by inch.  I looked back at him, then directly into the camera and said "Please...please fuck me.  I need your dick, I want your big, thick cock pounding my fuckhole please!"

Lupin filled my ass with his dick, withdrew to the head, thrust in again, grabbed my shoulders and fucked me hard.

Walther came over with a fresh Black Russian in one hand and his 8" almost erect cock in the other.  He had a big, good looking cock, curved up just a little, and big loose hanging balls.  He  put my fresh drink aside, took the one Mr. Frost was holding for me and finished it.

Lupin slowed his thrusts a little, letting me feel the entire length of his dick as he fucked me.

Walther lifted my chest and head a little and held my fresh drink up, pressing the two straws against my lips.  I took a sip and he told me "More." I finished half of it,  and he said, "good boy" and put the glass on a chair.

Lupin withdrew and lubed his cock again.  He slid it back up my ass, grabbed my collars and fucked me faster and harder for about five minutes, then withdrew and pumped a good, thick stream of cum across my ass.  He stroked for another few seconds and another big spurt splashed along my ass and lower back.

Walther came over, lubed lightly and pushed his  cock up into my ass.  He fucked me slowly for a few minutes; just languidly enjoying the sensation of my asshole being stretched by his throbbing dick.  He ran his hands lightly down my sides to my ass, up to my ribs and down again.  A few more minutes and he said, "Poppers” and Mr. C passed a brown bottle with a black label to Mr. Frost.  He brought it over to me and opened the bottle.  Walther withdrew, but kept stroking his cock between my ass cheeks.

Mr. Frost had me raise my head, said "deep  whiff", held the bottle under my left nostril, and closed the right.  I breathed in deeply and my cock pulsed and a few dribbles of cum escaped.  He did the same with my right nostril and I reached behind me, found his cock and caressed it, asking softly, then louder and louder, "fuck me please, fuck me, please fuck me..."

The Rush poppers I'd had before had given me a desire, or more a need, to be fucked immediately.  The one tonight was harder.  I wanted and almost felt hands all over me, fondling and caressing, groping and slapping and rubbing and pinching and at last Walther spread my ass cheeks and as I  whimpered  "please please fuck me so hard" Walther slid his cock into me and took a couple of slow strokes, then gripped my ass and fucked me hard and fast.  My cock  throbbed and I  didn't even try to hold back what felt like a balls draining deluge of cum. 

And moments later Walther withdrew and went to stroking his cock.  Lupin and Mr. Frost turned me to face Mr. Walther and got me on my knees. 

Walther stroked faster .

Lupin and Mr. Frost leaned against my arms, pinning them gently against the table.

Walther got close, whispering "come on, come on little bitchboy... "

Lupin held my mouth open and he and Mr. Frost held my head still

Walther groaned and shot  a long stream of jizz across my face, another and a third  and two small shots into my math.

When he had squeezed the last dribbles of cum onto my face I licked and sucked his  cock clean.

Then Mr. Sinclair walked me into the restroom to cleanup and Dick called CUT.

We all  had one more drink in the main lounge and the men chatted while I relaxed on a barstool.   Occasionally one came over  to me and chatted, feeling my thigh.  Or two or more would wander to me and talk around me while fondling and caressing my thighs and shoulders and breasts and brushing fingers along my  lips and ears.

We broke up around eleven.  Mr. C told me the Bare Brothers liked what they saw.  They'd have a better idea after the first couple weeks of sales, but  they hoped for another shoot in later June either way.

Mr. C dropped me off at around 1145 pm and said he'd see me Thursday for work.

I headed to the living room and  Uncle Mitch came out and nearly bumped into me.  He smiled and said he heard the car and came out to make sure he hadn't locked the chain.

I told him I was going to take a shower and come down for the late movie.

After the shower I put on black briefs and a short robe and went downstairs.  Uncle Mitch called to me from the living room and asked me to get him a refill gin tonic.  Another voice called for a beer.  It wasn't Mr. Drake .

I got the drinks and when I  came back Uncle Mitch took his drink and the beer.  A two on one loop was playing on the projector, part of a 50-minute reel.  And a thin blonde man with dark green eyes wearing a dark blue vested suit stood and took the beer.

Uncle Mitch introduced him as Daniel Evans.  The short story was that the company Uncle Mitch worked for had scheduled their summer national business conference in August in our city. Mr. Drake had suggested me for the service and entertainment for a private party on Sunday of the three-day weekend.  The guests were 35 to 45 gay men from branches in Canada and the U.S.  

I said I was pretty sure I could do it and I'd let him know by mid-July.

Uncle Mitch came over and tapped my drink and I drank.

Mr. Evans shook hands with me then ran two  fingers down my cheek  ,  neck, breast, nipple and navel, and casually told me "Drop your pants."

I dropped my briefs.  He said, "Turn around.". I did and he felt and caressed my ass.  He said "Good" and asked Uncle Mitch to walk him out.

Uncle Mitch returned and said "He's here to next Wednesday.  He'll be back before he leaves."

He opened his robe and fondled his hard cock , "And I'm horny".

He sat on the sofa and spread his legs, "Get on over here and suck my dick, buddy."

How could I say no?  Well, actually, I would have enjoyed it more if he'd topped me.

The funny thing is that I just enjoyed sucking Uncle Mitch, but I got horny as hell just thinking about his boss using me.

Go  figure 😁

Til next time

Val