Mister Collier's Friends: Kenneth

by Val CockSlut

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April 1972:  Would I mind shaving?

Mr. Collier called me Thursday evening to set up the Friday night encounter we’d agreed on and after we’d exchanged ‘hellos’ he asked me the above question.  I was trying to figure out if that was a comment on my face when he added “Not your face.”  (Jeff Collier was the dad of one of my straight buds, who had given me a ride home, after a stop for a harder ride at his photo studio, about a month prior [Mister Collier Gives Me a Ride]),

Right.  I thought about it and told him I’d rather not.  Not, at least, while I was still in school.  I had two months to go before graduation, which was two months in the boys’ locker room where everyone would see my dehaired crotch.  Which had the potential for not being cool.  He said he understood.  Then nothing.  I waited.  More silence and I told him I couldn’t, but that I would after graduation.  He grunted, then spoke distractedly, “No, that’s fine.  I understand.”  More silence and I started to ask if tomorrow was still on when he focused again.

“Do you remember Kenneth?”

I didn’t.  “Short, pot belly, balding?  I introduced you last week at Nine Ballz [Mr Collier's Friends: Toni and Mr S.]”   I still didn’t remember but said I thought I might and probably would if I saw him.  He’d introduced me to a lot of men that day.  Mr. C grunted “Well, he said to say hello when I saw you.  So, you up for another small party tomorrow?  Just me and two buddies again.  I think you met one of ‘em.”  I said yes and we agreed he’d pick me up at the market near my home after school, around four pm.  I didn’t want him picking me up at home too often because Uncle Mitch would ask questions.

We got to the Nine Ballz bar around four-thirty.  Ronnie was tending bar and had our first drinks—a Black Russian for me—ready by the time we reached the counter.  Mr. C looked around, checked his watch, then excused himself to make a call to “…see what’s up.”  I finished half my drink, a little nervous, checking out the crowd.  There were maybe 25 guys, all late-30s and up, a few of whom I thought I’d met.  Mr. C stopped and spoke with a guy that matched Kenneth’s description of short, pot-bellied and balding [and he was very accountant looking, with a soft face, a thin moustache and wire-rimmed glasses], then both went toward the telephones.

Ronnie gave me another drink and pointed to a middle-aged blonde man in a suit, “On Gerold.”  I raised my glass and finished it and moved the fresh drink closer.  Gerold spoke to the guy beside him, laughed and came over with his drink, put his hand on my shoulder and introduced himself, then suggested I “…join [him] and the party crew.”  He picked up my drink, “Come on,” Ronnie told him I was with Mr. Collier and Gerold put my drink down.  “Good old lucky Jeff.  Bottoms up.”  He handed me my glass and I managed to chug a little over half of it.  I told myself to slow down, then took another drink, smiling.  Gerold bought me another, said “Next time,” and went back to his friends.

Mr. C came back a few minutes later and squeezed my shoulder, “You remember Kenneth, Val.”  I turned to them, still didn’t recognize the guy, and smiled and said “Hi!  We met last week?” Kenneth shook my hand, squeezed my thigh and told me what I’d been wearing last week and said, smiling, “I told you to call me anything but Ken or Doll.  Remember?”  Not a clue, but it was obvious we must have met,  [though in fact, we hadn’t], so I told him I thought I remembered him and said I’d been a little drunk.  Kenneth fondled my thigh, “That’s fine.” Then said to Mr. C “He is a cutie,” and ran his hands over my thighs, spread my legs and lightly, teasingly felt up my cock and balls.  I moved into his hand.  He unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my jeans, then whispered to Mr. C.

Mister C told me his buddies were going to be late, around seven-thirty, and asked if I’d like a ride in Kenneth’s Caddie, “in the back seat.”  Kenneth pulled me, by the waistband, toward him and unzipped my jeans, “Just like I suggested last week” he bit my earlobe, licked my ear and whispered, “you little hottie.”

He had a dark green Cadillac, and after he handed the keys to Mr. C, he climbed into the back seat and I joined him, my jeans still open.  Mr. C started driving and Kenneth unbuttoned my shirt and fondled my chest.  I started to remove my shirt and he stopped me.  “Don’t.  I’ll take care of that.”  He took over, slipping my shirt off and ran his hand over my nipples.  He told me to get my shoes off.  While I did, he began working my nipples, pinching and twisting and toying with them, teasing them; he pinched my earlobe, kissed me, forcing his thick tongue into my mouth, rubbing and playing with my tender, hard nips while he tongue-fucked my hungry mouth.  He licked my collar, traced a wet line down my chest, then licked my nipples and began sucking and gently biting them.

He shoved his hand down the side of my jeans and caressed my hip, then slipped around to the front and groped my hard-on and sac through my jock.   My dick throbbed and I pressed into him.  He kissed my ear again, muttered “Nice,” and tugged my jeans.  I lifted and he pulled them past my hips, licked and kissed my jock pouch, then told me to turn over.  I rolled over, ass up.   He squeezed my ass cheeks, snapped my jock and pulled my jeans down and off. He took his time enjoying my ass, fondling, slapping and caressing it for a few minutes before teasing his thumb into my hole.  He spread my ass cheeks and licked my hole, then spread it with both his thumbs and licked it again, shoving his tongue in.  I squirmed and moaned with delight.  A car passed us and I felt a hot wave of arousal at the thought that someone might see us.  He rimmed me for a couple of minutes like this, driving me crazy, then stopped and slapped my ass.  “Sweet,” he reached under and pulled my jock cup aside to expose my hard-on, squeezed my cock and fondled my balls.  “Damn…he’s even hotter in…”  Mr. C said, “What’s that?” and Kenneth finished “… he’s hotter than he looked last week.”

I heard him opening his slacks.  He roughly tugged my jock down, “Turn over, baby…turn around and suck my dick.  You want my cock, honey.”  I told him I did, and he slapped my ass, “Then don’t talk about it, do it.”

When I sat up, jock around my ankles, Kenneth had his slacks and briefs around his knees and his shirt raised above his belly.  His hard cock was a little bigger than my own, maybe six inches-plus.  I bent forward and engulfed it, took the whole thing into my mouth, ran my tongue over it and sucked at it, moaning softly at Kenneth’s lazy attention to my balls and my cock.

I eased his dick out of my mouth and licked the wet shaft, sucked the head, licked his balls, kissed and licked his thighs, licked and kissed his shaft and finally took his shaking cock back into my mouth.

Mr. C pulled into a lot and parked and lit a cigarette.  He told me later that he just stopped to watch.

I started to work Kenneth’s cock harder.  He pinched my ear, “Slow down.  Just get it good and wet, baby.”  He fondled my hip, then began stroking my hair, “Mmhmm, you like that.”  I sucked him for a few minutes, working his cock thoroughly and diligently while he continued to coax me on.  He pushed my head down on his cock and held me there, unable to move, for what felt like minutes, then let go and patted my cheek, “Good, lube it up good”.  I slowed down and worked up saliva, eased his dick out of my mouth and kissed and licked it, letting my saliva drip down his shaft.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”  Kenneth slapped my hip.  I said I did.  “Then ask me.”  I asked him to fuck me.   He teased, told me to be clearer.  I asked him to fuck my ass and he teased more until I asked him to “…shove your hot cock up my ass and fuck me hard…please.”

When he had me on elbows and knees, he had me spit in his hand, lubed his cock more with my own saliva, and eased it into my ass.  “Goddamn,” he held still for a few seconds, then began to fuck me slowly, his hands moving over my ass, my shoulders, my chest, my nips, caressing my cock and covering my mouth and clutching my hair as he pumped.

He sped up a little, slowed down again and pushed two fingers into my mouth.  “Suck.   You little slut.”  I sucked his fingers and he sped up his thrusts again, fucking my ass harder.  He withdrew his fingers and worked my nips again, fondled my cock and balls, slamming his cock in hard,  “Fuck yes…ahh….hot…slut,” slapping my ass cheeks, squeezing them tight and he suddenly thrust in hard and moaned as his cum filled my ass.  He kept pumping, and fondling my balls, until he went flaccid.  He finally turned me around and kissed me again, holding my head still, filling my mouth with that thick tongue for almost two minutes nonstop.

Afterward we cleaned up and dressed, and Mr. C took us back to the Nine Ballz.  It was around six-forty-five.  Kenneth told me I’d remember him next time [I agreed], thanked Mr. C, then took him aside for a couple of minutes.  When he returned, Mr. C introduced me to a few more of the regulars and got us fresh drinks, then we went back to the pool table to play while we waited for his two buddies so the rest of tonight’s party could start.

by Val CockSlut

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