Mr C's Clients Mr Jordan and a Few More Hard Ones

12 May 1972 and my alarm clock went off at 7:00, right in the middle of a wet dream starring Robert Blake. I almost got up, then realized it was Saturday, and turned it off. I stretched a little, reached under my belly [I was belly down] and gave my hard dick a squeeze and a couple of strokes, caressed my balls, then got out of bed. Rattling in the kitchen and the smell of hot coffee told me Uncle Mitch was awake too.

I tossed my robe on, freshened up and went on down to find Uncle Mitch standing, back to me, by the coffee pot, wearing a short kimono. He glanced at me, "Coffee, buddy? Hope I didn’t wake you.” I smiled, “Yes on the coffee, no on the wakeup. My alarm went off.” “Good.” He poured two cups, turned around and his kimono fell open. His cock was limp and still wet from the shower. Tiny sparkles of water glistened in his thick pubes. No ‘oops’ or excuses this time, he just held out my cup. “I’ve got to go in today, new phone system and the managers have to train so we can train our staff.”

I stopped looking at his cock [I realized lately that I was eyeing guys’ crotches when meeting or talking to them lately; guilty as charged. ;p], retrieved my coffee and sat at the table. Uncle Mitch sipped his coffee, seemingly [and maybe honestly] oblivious to his exposure. “The session runs 9:00 to 1:00, lunch after then I might stop for a couple drinks. I should be back around 5:00. You got plans, bud?”

I told him I was working with Mr. Collier this afternoon, 1:00 to 7:30, then we’d probably get dinner and hit a bar or two. Uncle Mitch nodded, sipped, then smiled, “Do me a favor, buddy? Ask Jeff if he and his son would want to go camping some weekend before end of month. With us and a couple guys from my job. My salary review is coming up and my boss likes camping. Okay?” I nodded, “Sure thing.” He thanked me and left the room to get dressed and head out to work.

I had breakfast and watched some television, then went up and read the latest Cinefantastique, hanging out in nothing but my bathrobe and feeling a bit sexy and horny. I kept hoping someone would come to the door. Not today, alas.

At 11:00 I shaved and took a shower, dressed in red briefs, tight black hip-hugger jeans and a short sleeved red pullover and waited for Mr. Collier. He rang the doorbell at 12:00 and I let him in, grabbed my jacket and we were off. We got to his studio around 12:30. Mr. C gave me a short sleeved red button-down satin shirt and told me to keep it. I changed, and brought us drinks while Mr. C set up.

George and Hiro [who I had met about a week before [Mr Collier Gives Me A Job]] arrived promptly at 1:00 pm. They showered together and drank Jack Daniels, straight up for George, and with soda for Hiro. George asked me how much it would cost to get me to pose with them. Mr. C came around the corner and told him we’d talk about that in July. The shoot went well and on time. George caught my eye a few times when Hiro was blowing him. And before they left, George expressed his hope, arm around my hips, that they’d see “more of [me]” in future and Mr. C assured him they would.

At 1:30 we went to the 9Ballz for lunch and Mr. C introduced me to Gerold Melden and three of his friends, a self-appointed “party-crowd”, who I’d met in April [ Mr. C's Friends Kenneth] when Gerold had tried to pick me up.. Gerold was very good-looking with a slightly large nose, in his mid-40s, 6-foot one, around 190 with a dark tan and blonde hair. He was part of the 6:00 pm shoot, with Toni [Mr C's Friends: Toni and Mr S], who I’d met a few times now. [Toni was the 50-some swinger type, with gold chains, poet’s shirt and leather pants, but he was also seriously sexy.] Nick was 52, 6’2" and stocky, with grey hair and a trimmed moustache [and I’d see more, literally, of both later tonight]. Davey was mid-thirties, good-looking, 5’9”with collar length blonde hair and moustache. And Victor was 5’10 mid to late 40s, with a slim, hawk face, a solid athletic build, platinum blonde hair and goatee.

Mr. C sent me to order lunch and drinks and sat at the table next to Gerold’s. A few of the regulars shouted greetings and a few others came over and greeted me with a slap or caress on the ass. A good-looking business type [William Carson], around 30, about 6’ tall, with rich brown hair, sidled up to me while I waited to put in the orders and offered me a drink. I told him I was with someone, and he gave me a social card with his name and phone. I pocketed it and ordered our lunch. He fondled my ass and told me “I can make you weep with delight, baby.” He shoved his hand between my legs, licked my ear and whispered, “When you get bored just call me, and I’ll give you 36 sleepless hours you’ll never forget.” He kissed my ear as Ronnie brought my orders and I thanked him, bumped my hip lightly against his and made my way back to our table with the bartender, Ronnie, following me with a tray holding our orders. He laid out the orders, slapped my ass with the empty tray, said ‘Hi’ to Mr. Collier, and returned to the bar.

We stayed til around 2:45 and I met a few more regulars. I also got followed into the restroom by William, where he tried to convince me to sneak out the back, feeling me up slowly but thoroughly. I promised to call and managed to extricate myself.

We got back to the studio at about 3:15 and Mr. C told me to get him a bourbon water and come to the back studio, then locked the door. Mr. Jordan was due at 4:00 to pick up photos and we’d promised I’d be named for him. In the meantime, however...

I brought Mr. C his drink and he told me to unbutton my shirt and jeans. He finished the drink while I quickly did as he'd told me. He put the glass on the table behind me, beside the lube jar, ran his hands through my hair, then kissed me. I kept my mouth closed, responding only a little as I would always do [and I do it so the man kissing me has to aggressively force his kisses and tongue-probing on me; I like a little roughness in my sex]. He forced my mouth open and shoved his tongue deep into me, unfastening and pushing down his jeans and briefs while he explored my mouth.

He yanked my shirt down to mid bicep, tugged at my left earlobe, licked my lips and pushed me down. I knelt, looked up at him and immediately began licking his balls and cock. He clutched my hair, "Good…now suck it, you little slut."

I opened my mouth and let Mr. C slide his hard 7-inch cock in, nearly gagging me. He eased up and fucked my mouth slowly at first, then faster for a few minutes before withdrawing his cock and pulling me to my feet. I heard the door open and close. I asked, "Did you --" and he cut me off, "it's Mr. Jordan. In the back Mr. Jordan! Help yourself to a drink."

Mr. C spun me around and ground his cock up against my ass as he unzipped my jeans. He grasped the sides of them, yanked them down to my knees and moved his hands up to my bare thighs, stroking, fondling, teasing. He licked my ear and whispered, “My hotlittle slut,” slid his hand into my briefs and roughly groped my cock and balls, then yanked my briefs down and stepped to the table. A few seconds later I was squirming at the feel of Mr. C's fingers probing and lubing and stretching my asshole.

I glanced over to see Mr. Jordan nursing a whisky, watching us with a smirk. We made eye-contact and, as Mr. C shoved half the length of his cock into me, Mr. Jordan licked his lips and smiled. I let out a soft “Aah” as Mr. C plunged his cock all the way into my ass and started fucking me steady for a few seconds, then fast and hard.

He fucked me for five minutes and withdrew, “Belly down, do it.” I lay belly down, head pointing at Mr. Jordan and looked up at him. He’d lost the smirk and was now pursing his lips, half smiling and fondling his cock.

Mr. Collier got down between my legs, inserted his cock into my ass and got back to power-fucking me. Another ten minutes of him ramming his cock into my hole and he groaned and shot a thick load of cum into me.

Mr. C got up and helped me to my feet. He told me to get Mr. Jordan a refill and his photos while Mr. C showered.

I got both, making myself a Black Russian, too, then sat on the arm of the sofa, flirting and taking with Mr. Jordan. It was mostly just him trying to explore my sex life. He did ask me if I was free Monday afternoon. I told him I had school [which seemed to arouse him more; probably the thought of fucking a schoolboy dancing through his wonderfully naughty mind]. He pushed a bit, asking about Monday evening and Mr. C came out of the bathroom. I excused myself to get him a drink. He patted my ass, told me to shower and whispered to me "I'll handle it."

Mr. Collier told me, after Mr. Jordan left, that they had discussed meeting for drinks—Mr. Jordan, Mr. Collier and me—at the Boyz Club Tuesday night, to which Mr. C gave a tentative OK. I confirmed that date, and Mr. C said he would call Mr. Jordan later to let him know.

But beforehe left, the three of us went to the counter to go over the photos, Mr. C and Mr. Jordan in front of it and me behind. I took my jeans and briefs off slowly and tossed them on the floor and asked, "Do you want me to come help pick out the best of them, Mr. Jordan, sir?"

He said yes, and I came around, my cock at half-staff, and stood to the right of him. He put his arm on my shoulder, “Go through slowly, hm? And pipe up if you see something you like.” I took my time going over the photos, while Mr. Jordan took his time fondling my shoulders, back, and ass and, when I turned toward him, my balls and now erect cock. He stroked me a couple of times, and Mr. C whispered to him, which stopped the stroking but not the fondling.

Mr. Jordan left at around 5:00. I dressed, then Mr. collier and I talked about my future here. He remained flexible on hours, telling me Mr. Noguchi’s club [Mr Noguchi: Intimate Job Interview] should remain first priority for me.

The first item concerned my pubic hair and whether I wanted to shave it for him. Mr. Noguchi wanted all of my body hair clipped very short, but not shaved. Mr. C agreed that it might be sexier that way, so we left that open. The other item concerned my availability and desire or lack thereof to be photographed by or with clients. I told him I'd be happy to do both, and he said he would go over the details, including a raise in pay by end of month.

The last shoot of the day, scheduled for 6:00 to 7:15, comprised Toni, Nick and two teens: Brody, an 18-year old white guy, about 5'6", 145 with a nice athletic build, short brown hair and a 7.5-inch cock; and Akemi, a Japanese 19-year old, very slim and toned with short black hair, very light body and pubic hair, a 4 to 5-inch cock and smooth, average size balls.

There were three setups: Toni and Akemi, Gerold and Brody, and a foursome with Toni and Gerold doubling up on each of the teen boys before finishing with the actual two on two.

And it went overtime, running from 6:00 to 8:00. Toni paid the overage and invited everyone to the 9Ballz for dinner and drinks on him. Brody had to beg off, which left me, Toni, Mr. C, Gerold, Akemi and Nick [who joined us at the bar] to have a couple rounds and head out to Toni's place for more fun.

But that's another story 😄

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