Mr C's friends - Kenneth & Herr Schopenhauer

[28 May 1972] Sunday morning and despite going to bed after 3:00 a.m. I woke at 7:30 a.m., wide awake, and with a raging hard-on.

I threw on a short robe and went downstairs to start coffee , but Uncle Mitch had beat me to it. Not only was he at the counter, but he was also already dressed in jeans and bowling shirt. He brought coffee and we talked about Mr Gull's "Night Games" [Teacher Game Night], for which I'd been waiter and entertainment last night. It had been fun and wild at times and relatively lucrative but could have used some spice.

The doorbell rang and Uncle Mitch did an 'oops' smile, "Mr. Drake. Would you?". I smiled, would I let him in and tease him? Of course, I would 😁! I loved to tease.

I went to the door, slipping my robe off and folding it over my left forearm. I checked the peephole to make sure it was him and that he was alone [didn't want to shock the Avon lady] and opened the door.

He smiled for a second, stepped in and shut the door and frowned, "Suppose I had brought someone with me?"

I moved my arms to expose some pubic hair and he glanced down. I leaned close, lips almost touching his and whispered, "I checked the peephole " my dick stiffened, "Mr Drake, sir."

His smile returned and he put an arm around me. "Is your uncle up yet?" I said yes and he snatched my robe. He patted my ass, "That's better. Lead on."

Once we'd settled at the table with coffee Mr Drake asked if I wasn't joining them.

Uncle Mitch hadn't had the chance to ask me if I wanted to join them for breakfast followed by some bar hopping. I said yes to the breakfast, but the local theater was showing a Hammer Frankenstein at 11:30.a.m. then I worked at the studio from 4:30 to 8:00.

Mr. Drake suggested we all go, and I agreed and said I'd pay, since Mr. Drake was paying for breakfast.

We left the diner at 11:00 and crossed the street to the theatre. I was in the lobby, waiting for Mr. Drake and Uncle Mitch to return from the restroom when a middle-aged guy came up to me and asked me if I liked scary movies. I bit down a sarcastic answer [it was a single screen theatre] and said I did.

"Are you here alone?" He stepped closer and clasped his hands in front of him , brushing my cock. I didn't move, and said I was here with my uncle. He pressed his hand against my cock a little more firmly. "Too bad."

Mr Drake and Uncle Mitch cane back and we went to the balcony, with the stranger following us casually.

Like the last visit [Uncle Mitch's Boss plus More Club Owners], there was no one in the balcony and less than sixty people in the theatre. Mr Drake led us to the third row from the back and sat Uncle Mitch in the third seat, me in the second and Mr. Drake in the aisle seat. The stranger sat in the back row.

A little over 10 minutes into the feature Mr. Drake put his right hand on my left leg. I moved my hips just a little when he started fondling my cock and balls.

And a seat squeaked behind me. Mr. Drake looked at the stranger and caressed my dick to erection: A state that was obvious ln my jockstrap and my hip-huggers.

The stranger asked if we needed a fourth and Mr. Drake said "No, not this time". The stranger handed Mr. Drake a business card, "Just ask for Mr. Church."

Mr. Drake got a business card for me and introduced us. Mr Church didn't push the foursome , and sat across from us , glancing over occasionally.

We just watched the movie and left, saying goodbye to Mr Church. [And the nom de plume he gave us couldn't have been more appropriate. He was 6'5" tall, plump, bald on the top of his head, clean shaven, and well dressed, as though going to or coming from church. ]

They dropped me off at home at 1:15 p.m. and went bar hopping,

I showered, freshened up and dressed, then read until Mr Collier arrived at 3:30 p.m. and drove me to his studio.

We arrived a little before 4:00 and went to Burger King for dinner. We talked about the night games. I worked last night. He suggested selling footage to fund bigger budget parties. He shrugged , "Have him call me if he wants to kick around some ideas. Meantime let's go to work."

Toni Abriano [who I'd known only as Toni from first meeting him in April [Mr Collier's Friends: Toni and Mr S] until tonight] was due for a solo shoot at 5:00 p.m. He arrived at 4:50, wearing red leather slacks, black western boots and poet shirt, several gold chains and dark aviator sunglasses.

We shook hands , and Mr. Collier said "We'll do the nudes first. Val, show Toni the shower. Scotch rocks?" Toni said right , put his arm around me and stuck his thumb in my jeans rear pocket and we left the room.

The shoot went smooth and took a little over an hour: 30 minutes for the nudes, 15 minutes to rinse, freshen up and dress, then 15 minutes for a few clothed shots.

I just watched Mr C and learned.

Well okay, I spent a couple minutes stroking and licking Toni's cock when he had trouble getting it up for the shoot [so he said 😋 ].

Roger Coleman, who I'd met in April [Mister C and Friends: Roger and Mister A ], [though as with Toni I hadn't been told his last name until tonight] arrived at 5:30., while Toni was doing the nudes. He was wearing jeans, sneakers and denim jacket.

He and Toni were driving together [Roger had taken a cab over here]. While he waited, he looked through the albums for brunette and Asian boy [18+] models available.

While Toni was finishing his clothed shots, Roger took a shower and I poured him a scotch rock [only after he turned the shower off, as Ted Anderson taught me].

Roger's session lasted about 45 minutes, during which time I was occasionally flirting with and teasing him at his request.

Toni and Roger left at 6:15 pm. and I put out fresh towels and two rocks glasses.

Kenneth Anderson and Arthur Schop.[whose real last name was Schopenhauer] arrived at 6:30 p.m. Kenneth was in his 40s, 5'6", with a slim, fit build and a small potbelly. [it looked like he had started working out since last time I'd seen him naked [Mr Collier's Friends: Ken, Roger and Mr G]. He still resembled an accountant [and looked not a little like Heinrich Himmler] with his soft face, round wire frame glasses, small moustache and balding brown hair. He had light body hair, trimmed pubic hair and a 6.5" cock.

His friend, Arthur Schopenhauer ["call me Herr Schop"], was mid-thirties, 5'11", slim and athletic with a thin moustache and short brunette hair. He had no chest hair, trimmed pubic hair and a 9.5-inch cock.

Kenneth asked if I'd join them in the shoot and Mr Collier said I'd be available after 30 June.

The shoot went from 7:15 to 8:15 and was primarily for Herr Schop, but Kenneth paid a little extra for half a dozen shots of them together, nude but not in action.

After the shoot Kenneth took Mr. C aside and Herr Schop followed me to the refreshment area. He touched my shoulder and asked, softly, if he could get a refill

I turned slightly, very aware of his cock, which I'd been glancing at all throughout the shoot. I nodded, "Sure. Go ahead and shower and ill have it fresh when you are."

He patted my ass, "Oh I am always ready and always fresh."

He went into the bath and stepped into the shower. I put out deodorant, and three brands of cologne.

Mr. C came in and asked how things were going. I told him and added "I think he's about to suggest sex".

He smiled, "maybe, if you're game later."

I told him I was game, and he nodded.

I went out and talked with Kenneth while we waited for Herr Schop. We talked about high school and what came next [four years of work then arts college]. He suggested that I think about films, "not just loops and cheap films, but big-time hard-core. I've got a few clients that I stock through Jeff--

Mr C came back with Herr Schop and smiled, "Are you trying to steal my favorite party doll?"

Kenneth returned the smile "I was telling him we have plenty of options."

Mr C put his arm around my shoulder. "Kenneth brings me a lot of out of state and Canadian work. And I supply boys to some of his clients for entertainment and service for parties and such."

Herr Schop suggested we go to the 9 Balls and we locked up and went on over.

We took a table near the pool table. Ronnie brought me a Black Russian and whispered to Mr Collier that his and my first drinks were on Toni [who had left with Roger and a "dad/son" pair almost an hour ago, at 8:00 p.m.].

We talked a while about sex for the most part, traded jokes and talked about movies [standard and XXX]. Around 10:00 p.m. Kenneth suggested we go somewhere we could get looser. Herr Schop suggested his place and off we went , in his car with Schop driving and me and Kenneth in the back seat, and Mr. C following in his car.

We'd barely got out of the lot when Kenneth pulled my shirt off over my head, straightened me up and kissed me. I kept my lips closed at first, making him work for it. He pinched my nipples, then twisted them and finally massaged my cock and balls.

I opened my mouth and Kenneth shoved his tongue in. He opened his mouth wide, covering mine, licking and sucking my tongue as I pushed it forward. He broke the kiss and licked my jaw, my ear, sucked my earlobe and kissed me roughly.

He leaned back, "You horny little slut." unbuckled my belt. "hot", opened my jeans, "little", and pulled my jeans down to my knees as I held my briefs up, "bitchboy."

He removed my shoes and socks, then my jeans. I started to remove my briefs and he pulled my hands away, "I'll do that when I'm ready." He pushed his slacks and briefs down, "get over here and suck my cock."

I said, "thank you", moved closer, knelt and took half of his hard 6.5" cock into my mouth and began licking and sucking it as. Kenneth held my head loosely.

Herr Schop slowed the car, "a couple of minutes."

I started to speed up, but Kenneth slowed me down.

Herr Schop pulled into a driveway and opened the garage door.

Kenneth told me we'd pick it up later. I got up on the seat and waited. Mr Collier pulled into the driveway, got out and joined us in the garage.

Kenneth put his clothes together and got out of the car. Herr Schop closed the garage door and joined the other men.

Kenneth tapped on the windows, "come on out and take your briefs off. Slowly."

I got out of the car and slowly, teasing, slipped my briefs off.

Mr. C said he and I would get drinks and join Kenneth and Herr Schop in the living room.

When we went into the living room Kenneth had stripped to his briefs and Herr Schop to his jockstrap. There was a brown bottle that turned out to be poppers, a jar of lube and a small black china tray with 3 plump joints on it.

I served the drinks, mine, Herr Schop's, Kenneth's and then Mr. Collier's. I put the tray on the cleared kitchen counter and went back into the living room.

And Herr Schop asked me to get matches from the kitchen. I found them and brought them out.

And he said that he didn't need them and sent me back.

I started to take them back...

...and he called me back.

He took the box of kitchen matches, and smiled , "I just enjoy watching you walk, particularly from the rear.". The men laughed and Kenneth raised his glass "to Val's ass!!" They laughed and drank.

Kenneth took another swallow, then waved me over, "Don't you have a blowjob to get back to?"

I said, "yes sir".

He stood up and led me around between the coffee table and the television and pushed me, assertively, to my knees. He lightly patted my cheeks with his semi hard cock. "Now suck it".

I took almost half of it into my mouth and licked and sucked it. Kenneth brushed my hair, "Light one of the joints and pass it around, Arthur. Bitte."

Mr Collier stood and took off his slacks, briefs and shirt.

Herr Schop fired up a joint, took a good drag off it and took it to Mr Collier. He passed on it, so Herr Schop brought it to us.

Kenneth took a short hit, withdrew and put the joint between my lips and I took a long drag.

I held it in, running my fingers along his cock and balls. He released the smoke after a minute and I followed his lead, opening my mouth wide. Kenneth handed the joint to Herr Schop, gripped my hair, holding me unmoving, and fucked my mouth.

Mr. Collier came over and spoke with Kenneth in very soft whispers. Kenneth withdrew and let go of my hair. "Get up , baby".

I stood up and he and Mr C turned me around, ass to Kenneth. "Such a tempting target", Kenneth fondled my ass for a minute then, suddenly, yanked my briefs down and kicked my feet wide apart. Mr. C wrapped my arms around his shoulders and held them and Kenneth lubed my ass slowly and thoroughly, pushing his index and middle fingers deep inside me. When he finished, he patted my ass gently, did it again, then slapped it half a dozen time and nudged his cock into my hole.

He fucked me at a steady pace, his hands on my hips. Then faster, lips moving silently and slower for a few minutes Wrapped his arms around my waist and sped up as I jerked my cock, and it brushed his right hand. He groaned, almost a growl "Oh you fucking hot little bitch" and slowed "fuck". He moved his hands back and spread my ass cheeks, sped up "yes, mm yeah" and stopped, thrust his cock into me and released a huge load "fuck!"

He slowly withdrew and took my glass from the coffee table.

Mr C let me down but held my arm.

Kenneth held out my drink "Drink half, nonstop".

I did, and felt that big, lopsided smile that signals I'm in phase 2 of Val is Drunk [and was aided and abetted by the marijuana].

He kissed me, shoving his tongue in deep and I sucked it hungrily. Then he held my drink out and when I reached for it, he drank the rest of it, kissed me aggressively, then whispered "Now get on your elbows and knees so Mister Collier can fuck you."

I got to my elbows and knees, listening to Mr Collier lubricating his 6.5-inch cock , and anticipating him driving it into me.

And he wasted no time getting his cock into my hole and fucking me hard and steady.

Herr Schop took the second joint and joined Kenneth, who was sitting on the floor watching Mr C fuck me.

Kenneth went to the first-floor restroom, cleaned up and returned to his floor seat. Herr Schop lit up and took a long drag off the joint, held the smoke for less than a minute and kissed Kenneth, who inhaled the smoke, held it, and passed it back to Herr Schop.

Mr. Collier grasped my waist and fucked me faster.

Herr Schop stood up and took his jockstrap down, exposing his erect 9.5-inch cock.

Mr. C slowed down, fucking me in long strokes. A few minutes later he sped up a little and within a minute shot a good load into my ass.

Herr Schop lubricated his cock while Mr Collier finished, withdrew, patted my ass lightly and went to the bathroom to clean up.

Herr Schop told me to lay belly-down flat and spread wide. I did it and he came over and lay between my legs and eased his cock into me.

Mr C whispered to Kenneth and, after Kenneth said "refill, thank you", stood and went into the kitchen.

Herr Schop thrust his cock all the way in and started fucking me slowly for a few strokes, then sped up to a steady pace.

Kenneth went into the kitchen with Mr Collier. [Mr C told me later that Kenneth wanted to get me into some light bondage.]

Herr Schop fucked me for around ten minutes, then withdrew and got me to my hands and knees. He found his drink and finished it, lubed his cock lightly and returned to me.

Mr. C and Kenneth returned from the kitchen and sat on the couch.

Herr Schop slid his cock into my ass, pushed my legs together and fucked me slowly...

Mr. C said "...a photo or film shoot first. Then see what happens."

Herr Schop withdrew and turned me over, shoved my legs up , thrust his cock into me and fucked me a little faster. He grasped my elbows, loosely, and pinned my arms to the floor.

Kenneth looked at me and spoke to Mr. C, "He's your employee, isn't he? I mean that as a serious question, not as a challenge. If he isn't, I'd like to approach him myself,"

Herr Schop fucked me faster. I whispered, "Feels great" and looked up at him then over at Kenneth.

Mr Collier glanced at me and saw me looking at Kenneth and smirked. "Let’s discuss this tomorrow morning."

Kenneth nodded, "good idea".

I looked up at Herr Schop, opened my mouth and let pleased little sounds come out.

Herr Schop withdrew and, stroking his cock, moved up and pinned my shoulders and shot a huge load of cum across my face. He closed my mouth and covered my face with 4 or 5 more streams of cum. He smiled and pinched my nipples and said, "Good little bitch". He stood and went to clean up.

I laid there, my dick throbbing, feeling very well fucked.

Mr. C brought me a drink and I took a swallow then licked cum off the glass.

I showered and dressed except for jeans and shoes and joined the men on the couch.

We left at 1:00 a.m. and Mr. C got me home at a little past 1:30.

I got in and, seeing the living room light on locked up, but left the chain off. I went to the living room and found Mr Drake and Uncle Mitch. Uncle Mitch was asleep on an armchair and Mr Drake was on the couch, naked, lazily stroking his 9-inch cock while watching gay porn loops.

I asked how it went and Mr. Drake sat up and turned to look at me, "Not bad for his first cruise. How about you get us [you and me] drinks, vodka tonic, and I'll give you highlights."

I went to the kitchen, opened my shirt and the button and zipper of my jeans, got the drinks and took them in and stood between Mr. Drake's legs.

He took his drink and took a swallow. "know what I want?"

I swayed my hips and drank. I shrugged, "I can think of a few things you might like, sir."

He shook his head, smiling, "Yeah I'll bet you could.". He drank and raised his glass, "To more devoted employees with more flexible, homosexual boys.". We toasted, he drank half his remaining vodka tonic, and I drank half my Black Russian.

He tugged my jeans down to my knees and my briefs down haphazardly. "We're both pretty tired (I am, at least), so all I want is a no fuss blowjob, if you're up to it. While you do that, I'll tell you about our day."

I knelt and licked and kissed his cock, working my way up to the head, then took it into my mouth and sucked it.

The first place Mr Drake and Uncle Mitch got action was at an adult bookstore in the peepshows. They both entered a booth and about 15 minutes later a thirty some guy came in and sucked both of them off.

Mr Drake held my head and fucked.my mouth.

They hit a couple bars after lunch and an adult theatre after dinner. The theatre had been quiet for the 90 minutes they'd spent there.

They went to the 9 Balls for a couple hours, then the Blue Bar where Uncle Mitch got sucked off at their table.

Mr drake brushed my hair, pumping faster.

And later still at the Blue Bar, Mr Drake took Uncle Mitch into a second restroom where they got into a line with 6 other men who were getting sucked off by a young man around 18 to 20.

A minute after he finished the brief outline of their day, Mr Drake shot a small load of cum into my throat.

Afterwards we finished our drinks and said good nights.

I managed to get a shower and fall asleep naked on the bed.

Til next time

Val. 😁