Mr C's Clients Mr Thompson

18 May 1972 Tuesday's visit to Dick's Boyz Club, courtesy of Mr. Collier and Mr. Jordan, had been fun and entertaining and a bit overwhelming at times. The sex had been nearly nonstop once it had started. [Boyz Club Mr C and Mr Jordan] The bath house environment held a lot of promise with focus and I was looking forward to another visit.

When I got home at 1:00am, Uncle Mitch met me at the door and suggested I go up.to my room, strip, toss a robe on and come watch Dracula [a favorite film ].

I did, and when I came down to the living room I was surprised to see Uncle Mitch's boss, Mr. Drake, sitting their wearing nothing but his undershorts.

I was a little pissed and tried covering it with a smile and by asking if they wanted drinks. They did and Mr. Drake went to the kitchen with me. Uncle Mitch said the movie would start at 1;30 not 1:00, "My mistake!". At least I wouldn't miss it.

In the kitchen I mixed a Black Russian and Mr. Drake said he'd handle the rest. He moved around me, holding my hips and pressing against my ass and excusing himself.

I loosened my robe tie, turned to face him, sipping my drink, and let my robe fall open. He smirked "You like jockstraps?". I said I did. "Well, I can see why. I like them too, especially on you. Pretty fucking sexy. May I?" He pointed a finger at my drinks. I sipped it and said "Sure." He dipped his middle finger into my drink and sucked it. "Mm! I'll have to try that next time. Take your robe off and turn 360 give me a better look at the strap, hm?". I put my robe on a chair and turned around slowly, then put it on, smiled and walked slowly out of the kitchen. Mr. Drake followed me back to the living room.

I thought about sucking him off then going to bed, but I wasn't completely sure if the surprise was sprung by Uncle Mitch or Mr. Drake. I decided to, instead, just watch the movie and let them anticipate the weekend.

Mr. Drake had those famous Roman Hands, Roman all over my body, after we took our sofa places: me snugged up tight between him and Uncle Mitch. I let him go to town [because I really liked it], but also told both of them I was really tired. I patted Mr. Drake's leg, looked into his eyes and said "Saturday ??". Then blinked a few times and lowered my head, playing sleepy.

He carefully placed my hand on his cock, waited a few beats, then asked "What about Saturday?" "Huh? Oh...you're coming with us Saturday?" He assured me he was, still holding my hand against his cock, and said he was really looking forward to it. I smiled and said I was, too. I closed my eyes, listening to Lugosi's wonderful voice, amused and aroused as Mr. Drake pushed my hand into his shorts and continued to rub it against his increasingly hard cock. I let it go on for a few more minutes, then 'woke up' again and said I had to hit the sack.

Mr. Drake released my hand and straightened his shorts and I finished my drink and said goodnights. Mr. Drake asked if I needed a hand getting upstairs and Uncle Mitch said "Good idea. Would you mind? I'm barely awake myself."

It was too amusing to be aggravating: my uncle was using me to suck up to his boss.

I smiled at the thought at the same moment Mr. Drake put his hand on my hip. He got me into bed and suggested I take the jockstrap off. I started to and he helped, then said goodnight again, turned off the light and went downstairs.

Wednesday morning was quiet. I ran downstairs in my robe, said good morning to Uncle and his boss, got coffee and went up to dress.

And it continued quiet all day.

I worked with Mr. Collier from 5:00 to 8:00pm, for the most part learning to light the shoots. We had a customer at 6:00pm who just wanted solo nudes. He asked Mr. C, for fifteen minutes and in every way, he could manage, to please have me pose with him. To no effect.

Thursday, the 18th promised a little action with Mr. Allan Thomas, a friend of Mr. C, coming by. And if nothing happened in the studio I'd see if anyone I knew was at 9 Balls.

I went to McDonalds for dinner and to get homework done and got to the studio a few minutes after five. Mr. C was glad I did, because he had more shirts and a few jockstraps for me.

He gave me three Korean print silk shirts, two satins: forest green and yellow, and three more silk: red, turquoise and black. The five jockstraps were professionally dyed: black, red, turquoise, military green and a cobalt blue.

The first customer, at 5:30, was Daniel Montoya, a forty plus man with 21-year-old Nicholas Berrin. Montoya, "Big Daddy", was five foot five, stocky but not defined with dark copper skin tone, full black hair, eight and a half thick inches of cock and average balls. Nicholls "Nico" was six feet tall, 190 and well defined with collar length blonde hair, a rounded ass, a six inch plus cock and good-sized balls, with his legs and chest shaved and his pubic hair trimmed.

I brought them drinks after they showered [Mr. Montoya first, double tequila then Nico, Tequila Sunrise] and led them to the simple white space set. The shoot went well and fairly quickly with the young, handsome Nico subservient to the older, well hung Mexican.

After the shoot, Mr. C asked Mr. Montoya if he'd be interested in having a session filmed. He said he might be, and Mr. C gave him a short questionnaire to fill out. Mr. Montoya gave it to Nico and asked Mr. C if or when I might be posing for and with his customers. Mr. C said he would know in July.

After they left, Mr. C told me he was considering offering super8 and 16 mm filmed sessions. If he decided to, I'd learn to use them and get a salary hike. I asked about posing and he said we'd discuss it after graduation.

We had a walk in at 6:30 who the studio had been recommended to. Mr. C told me to prep for Mr. Thomas' arrival at 7:30 [and he took me aside to tell.me "Wear the red silk and the black jockstrap; nothing else".] while he spoke to the potential customer.

The potential customer left at 7:00. Mr. Collier okayed my clothing, unfastening the top three buttons, and guided me around behind the counter. Mr. Thomas was an old friend and a very good customer. He said he was going to take Allan to 9 Balls after we closed, and did I want to join? Yes please!!

Mr. C asked me if I'd thought seriously about posing with the customers. I said I was cool with it, but that wasn't enough. "Think about the ramifications if friends or relatives see the photos or films. And if the pay, which could get into the hundreds of dollars per hour, would be enough to make up for the potential loss of friends or family. Those are the main things I want you to think about." I told him I would.

Seven thirty arrived and Allan Thomas with it. He was wearing a grey suit, black socks and polished black shoes, white shirt and a red silk tie. We exchanged greetings and Mr. C went to "...get those sets for you. Val, Mr. Thomas never received three sets I sent to him. This kind of thing is always to be given to me, regardless of what they tell you."

He got them quickly, and told me to get drinks: Jack Daniels rocks for Mr. Thomas, gin tonic for Mr. C and whatever I wanted. I walked slowly out and made the drinks and overheard Mr. Thomas say "Aha, bottoms up indeed. I wouldn't suppose he might join us tonight?". And Mr. Collier answer "I'll do what I can".

I passed drinks out, set the tray aside and stepped up to the counter between them. Mr. C gave Mr. Thomas the folders. Both of them put a hand on my ass simultaneously, which was good for a laugh and they kept them there for a moment, which was even better 😊.

All three folders were solo young men. Two were 18 and the other 19, and Mr. Thomas noted they were the right ones and took all three.

We finished our drinks, then I changed back into my regular clothes and we went to the 9 Balls. Mr. C told me he'd bring the shirts and jockstraps Saturday.

We got a table and Mr. Collier unbuttoned my shirt to the navel, then told me "We'll be back soon", and went to the counter.

.A couple of minutes after they left, Kenneth Anderson came over and sat down, "Are you all alone tonight, Val?" I told him I was waiting for Mr. Collier and another man. "Well, while you're waiting maybe you'd like to get into the Caddie and drop your pants and get your pretty ass fucked?"

I told him I'd love it another time but that I was with Mr. C tonight.

He leaned closer. "How about a six-man gang bang all night long?"

How could such a mousey looking man find it so easy to turn me on? Looks could be so deceiving though. Kenneth bore a strong resemblance to Heinrich Himmler who himself looked like a nebbish, not a mass murderer. However, I really couldn't stand up Mr. C and told Kenneth that, but added "I'm free next week, Friday and Saturday are especially good". He sighed, then smiled and gave me a red calling card with black typeface with his name and number, "Call me between seven and eight Monday evening. Saturday or Friday. Maybe six...maybe eight. You drink Black Russian." l said yes. "Weed?" I said I enjoyed it by it doesn't have to be available. He said he'd see me a week from this weekend and went out the back door.

Mr. C and Mr. Thomas returned, and Mr. C asked about Kenneth. I said he wanted me for a party a week from this weekend and he smiled and said, "Enjoy it and remember how much I like hearing the real skinny on sex parties ". They sat and we finished our drinks and Mr. C ordered another.

Kenneth came back in and swung by to say hello to Mr. Collier and Allan [they knew each other but Kenneth couldn't remember Mr. Thomas ' last name ].

Around 9:30 Robert Sinclair joined us with a vodka rocks. He was wearing blue jeans, western boots and a leather jacket and hands were shook all around. We drank up and left, Mr. Sinclair ahead of us on his BMW and Mr. C driving his car with me and Mr. Thomas in the back.

By the time we pulled into Mr. Sinclair's garage [he had moved his car to the curb]Mr. Thomas had me stripped to my jockstrap. Mr. Thomas and Mr. Sinclair went straight to the living room and Mr. C took me to the kitchen to get drinks and snacks.

I poured a double Jack Daniels rocks for Mr. Thomas, a double vodka rocks for Mr. Sinclair, a gin tonic for Mr. C and a Black Russian for myself, then added a bowl of pretzels and one of mixed nuts. I handed out the drinks and put the food on the end tables and took the tray into the kitchen.

Mr. Sinclair and Mr. Thomas were naked, sitting on the sofa talking softly, amused. Mr. C was in the armchair on the right of the sofa, wearing his jockstrap and his opened shirt.

I came back into the living room and Mr. Thomas raised his glass and called for a toast "...to Mr. Collier". We all drank. Mr. Sinclair waved me over to stand between him and Mr. Thomas, "And a toast to our favorite party boy."

They drank and Mr. S and Mr. Thomas each ran a hand up the backs of my thighs and over my ass.

Mr. S stood and turned me to face him and kissed me, shoving his tongue into my mouth.

Mr. Thomas stood and kissed and licked my collar, my neck, pulled my arms gently behind my back and pressed my hands against his cock and balls.

Mr. Sinclair broke the kiss for seconds, then covered my mouth and filled it with his tongue.

I felt Mr. Thomas' cock grow and stiffen in my hands and tried to get a muffled, disappointed "Don't..." out as he knelt behind me, removing his cock from my reach. I sucked Mr. Sinclair's tongue and pressed my cock, still caged in my jockstrap, against his leg.

Mr. Thomas kissed and licked my left ass cheek, kissed and licked the right, then covered my hands with his own and spread my ass cheeks wide.

Mr. S broke the kiss again and I quickly asked for my drink.

Mr. Thomas licked my inner thighs, teasing me.

Mr. C came over and put a lube jar on the coffee table, then held my drink to my mouth and helped me drink half of it. He licked my ear and returned to the armchair.

Mr. Thomas put his thumbs into my hole and stretched it and thrust his tongue in deep.

I moaned loudly and Mr. Sinclair covered my mouth and shoved his tongue into me.

They held me between them and tongue-fucked my mouth and my ass for five minutes. I'm pretty sure that if they'd touched my cock I would have unleashed a torrent of jizz.

They stopped and I asked for my drink and swallowed the remainder. Mr. Sinclair turned me to face Mr. Thomas and helped me to my knees, then told Mr. C he'd get refills.

Meantime I was staring at Mr. Thomas' nice, shaved cock and balls. His cock was around 8.5 to 9 inches and the width of a banana. His balls were also larger than the average. His pubic hair was completely shaved.

He stepped forward and rubbed his cock against my lips. I opened my mouth, he filled it with his dick and I sucked and licked it, managing to take well over half of it. He put his left hand against my cheek, pumping casually while I slipped my tongue around it. I withdrew his cock from my mouth and licked and sucked his gorgeous balls, returned to sucking him and spent over five minutes alternating between his cock and his balls.

Mr. Sinclair brought drinks. Mr. Thomas told me to turn away and get to hands and knees. I turned and Mr. Sinclair gave me my fresh drink. I swallowed half of it and gave it back and got my shoulders and head on the floor and spread my legs and swayed my upturned ass. I was getting drunk. I continued swaying and offering my ass to Mr. Thomas and was at last rewarded by the feel of two lube covered fingers entering me and slowly stretching my hole.

And, finally, Mr. Thomas pushed his cock carefully into my ass, slowly and deliberately withdrew and thrust, withdrew and thrust, withdrew and thrust and then began fucking me steadily and hard.

Mr. Sinclair went over to Mr. C and said something quietly and both went into the kitchen.

Mr. Thomas fucked me faster, harder, with shorter strokes. He moaned, slowed down for a few minutes, then sped up.

Mr. C came in from the kitchen, "But just four counting you and not counting me".

Mr. Thomas bent forward, thrusting harder, breathing grunts and obscenities and half words.

Mr. Sinclair stood in the kitchen door, "How about five and you?". Mr. C nodded," I can do that".

Mr. Thomas gripped my shoulders, pounding my ass. He stopped and pumped a huge load of cum into me and started fucking me with long strokes. He patted my ass and withdrew, "I'm going to need to visit more often or fly you to London."

He went to the bathroom to clean up.

.Mr. Sinclair came over and slapped my ass and asked if I wanted a drink. I sat up and smiled, "Of course, please and thank you str!". He handed my drink to me and I drank half of it in one swallow.

He put it on the coffee table and stood over me, stroking his thick, about the girth of a beer can, five-and-a-half-inch cock, "On your belly, legs nice and wide".

I got into his favorite position and rested my head on my crossed forearms.

A moment later he freshened the lube in my ass, got on top of me, shoved his cock into my hole and started fucking me hard and steady.

Mr. Thomas returned and went to the kitchen with Mr. C and refilled all of our drinks.

Mr. Sinclair held my shoulders and fucked.me hard...

Mr. C and Mr. Thomas returned from the kitchen. Mr. C said "After graduation we'll talk about that. Super-8 or 16 for starters. He seems ready." Mr. Thomas chuckled, "And King Kong is a tad larger than your average chimpanzee."

I...faster, his thick cock filling my ass. Mr. Sinclair withdrew, "Belly up you hot little slut, c'mon.". I rolled over and he shoved his cock up my ass, pushed my thighs up to my chest and wide and fucked me hard for another ten minutes. He grunted "Fuck yes! Open your mouth open wide baby!"

I did and he withdrew, straddled my chest and jerked off, splashing my face and filling my mouth with cum

We sat for a half hour, the men talking and me sitting on Mr. Thomas' lap or at his or Mr. Sinclair's feet. And the men, really, is how I saw the older men and myself the boy.

I sucked Mr. C off while the others washed and dressed, then he and Mr. Thomas drove me home.

I got in just a little after midnight and said hello to Uncle Mitch before I realized he was on the phone. He waved hello and said, "Just a second" to the person he was talking to, then told me "Hey bud! Get undressed and come down. Bride of the Monster in ten minutes." Then into the phone as I went upstairs, "Yes sir, I don't foresee any problems. If he won't" he looked up the stairs and didn't see me standing just out of his line of sight, "Worse to worse," he lowered his voice so this is all I heard: "... Jenkins... double him... I'll keep score...really, I... think... any...that liquor…"

Mr. Drake no doubt.

I stripped and put on a robe and went downstairs. Uncle Mitch was there in his robe and with two drinks--vodka rocks--on the coffee table. He confirmed it was his boss on the line about the camping trip.

I nodded off around fifteen minutes into the movie and woke ten minutes later with Uncle Mitch naked, holding his hard cock, my head on his right leg.

I sat up and drank a large swallow of cold vodka. Uncle Mitch cleared his throat, "So, are you going to get partway through a blowjob then back out?". He wasn't smiling. "I mean, you started it, maybe you should finish it."

I did, kneeling in front of him, licking his balls and his cock, then sucking it and about five minutes later swallowing a huge load.

He patted my ass when I got up and said good night. I wonder...nah I must have started it

I think 😏