Mister C and Friends: Roger and Mister

Friday evening, a hair before seven, and I was in the Nine Ballz gay bar with the father of one of my straight buds waiting for a couple of his friends to join us.  We’d spent the past hour and change driving around in his buddy, Kenneth’s, green Cadillac while Kenneth stripped me naked, then fucked my mouth and my ass in the back seat.  [Mister Collier's Friends: Kenneth ]  I was still sexually buzzed off that ride and sporting a hard-on that felt like it was going to rip through my jeans at any second.

Mr. C got us fresh drinks and we went back to the pool table and started a game.  We weren’t there long before George, a middle-aged salt and pepper haired guy I’d met the first time Mr. C brought me here [Mister Collier Gives Me a Ride], came back and sat down to watch.  I was lining up a difficult shot, bent over the table, when Mr. C came over, bent beside me and put his hand on my ass.  My dick throbbed and for one crazy moment I thought I was going to pop a load.  Mr. C spoke softly into my ear, fondling me, “George likes to watch.  He’s married and doesn’t participate.  But he watches and occasionally jerks off when he does.  Take the shot slow and easy.”  Then he patted my ass and stepped back.

Mr. C ran the table after I missed that shot, then got fresh drinks for me and George while I racked for another game.  Mr. C’s buddies, the rest of our small party, arrived at around seven-forty-five.  I remembered Roger, a short, skinny blonde man with a rough but attractive face and short hair.  He was wearing jeans and a denim jacket, open to reveal his bare, toned chest.  He looked to be early 40s but was 52.  The other I didn’t recognize, though both he and Mr. C assured me I’d met him the first time I’d been at the bar.  He was Ted Anderson and was a couple inches taller than me with an average build and short black hair and was early 40-something.  He was good-looking [he reminded me a little of Guy Williams, the dad on Lost in Space and television’s Zorro] and wore jeans, a dark shirt and a trench coat. He told me Mr. C had said I was 18, but that I looked older.  Then he smiled and said, “You look 19.”  Which got a chuckle out of George and a “Not nearly!” out of Roger.  We finished our drinks, Mr. A bought another round and we played a 2v2 game of pool, Mr. C and Roger vs me and Mr. A and left around eight-thirty, Roger and Mr. A together and me with Mr. C.

We went to Roger’s home, a nice two-story with a garage.  Mr. Collier parked in the garage and told me to strip to shirt and jock and come in.  He didn’t wait for me. 

When I went in, Mr. Collier was in the kitchen, mixing drinks, still dressed except for his jacket.  Roger, stripped to the waist, was talking with him.  He had a nice, toned body.  Mr. C greeted me with a vodka and Coke, “Looking great, Val.  Drink and judge.”  I took a good drink and told him it was great.  Roger came over and patted my ass, “Good to see you again,” then ran his hand up my leg, under my shirt, and caressed my ass, “and lookin’ forward to seein’ more of you.”  Mr. C topped my glass with vodka and told me to go join Mr. Anderson in the living room, “We’ll be there shortly.”

It was a nice sized room with leather furniture and a 16mm projector on a china cabinet.  It was on and playing gay porn loops.  Mr. A [I called him Ted and he told me to call him Mr. Anderson for now] was on the center of the sofa watching, stripped to his shorts.  He had light body hair and slight love handles.  He patted the sofa to the right of him, “Sit down, Val.”

He put his arm around my shoulders, “Do you enjoy pornos?”  I said I did, and he smiled, “I bet you do.” He took my glass, gave me a drink, and put it on a coaster, then ran his left hand up my leg, stopping just short of my jock.  He fondled my thigh, “What do you like to watch most?”  “Cock sucking, I--” He moved his hand to my cheek, “Mm, they get you hot, huh baby?  Yeah, that turns me on too.”  He leaned over and kissed me, sucking my tongue for a few seconds, then probing my mouth with his tongue as he stroked my jaw.  He moved his hand back to my thigh and fondled my jock pouch, “Of course, getting my dick sucked is even better, I’m sure you agree.  Take a good drink.  Especially by a pretty boy like you.”  He handed me my glass and I drank a third of it.  I was getting really buzzed. 

He pushed his shorts down, pulled me close and put my hand on his semi-hard cock.  I grasped it and started working it to its full 7.5 or thereabouts length.  He had a very nice cock and big balls.  Mr. A pulled me against him and stroked my hair.  “I thought you’d like that.  Go ahead.”  He moved my hand away and spread his legs, “Slow.”

I slipped his cock halfway into my mouth and, to my complete delight, felt it suddenly fully engorge.  I moved my tongue across the hard, pulsing shaft and took as much of it as I could, paused, then began slowly riding it, moving my head up and down, taking half the length, withdrawing it to the head and taking a little more into me with each pass.  I fondled his heavy balls, grasped his shaft and increased the speed just a little.  I took it out and stroked it lightly, licking and kissing and sucking the beautiful pink head.  Mr. A moved my hand away from it.  I took it into my mouth until I felt it prodding my throat, sucked at it, withdrew it and took it deep—not quite as deep—again, out to the head and in, faster, but not fast.  I held the shaft again and he pulled my hand away a little roughly and slapped my head lightly, “Don’t do that.  Just your mouth.”  Then he patted my cheek, “Get on the floor.  Get between my legs.  Now.”

I knelt between his legs and kissed his balls, sucked them gently, licked his shaft and told him I hadn’t meant to jack him off, that I was just holding it.  He brushed my hair and I took his cock back into my mouth, braced my hands on his legs and began sucking again, a little faster, a little hungrier for the taste of his splooge and eager to please him.  A few minutes of complete attention later his thighs flexed, and he ruffled my hair, “Faster now, that’s better, baby.”

I heard Mr. C and Roger come in.  I sped up a bit more, tasted the first bit of precum and Mr. Anderson grunted and rubbed my back, “Almost…mm yes…”  He started pumping his hips, clutched my hair and pumped harder.  I slid my tongue along his cockshaft, my own cock throbbing.  Mr. A pumped his hips hard, fucking my wet mouth until “Oh fuck yes!” his cock pulsed and a thick gout of cum filled me.  I swallowed all I could, feeling dribbles of it running down my chin.  I kept working it, trying to suck it dry until he relaxed and patted my head.  “That was fucking nice, babe.”  He left the room to clean up.

Roger stripped to black bikini briefs and went over and put on some soft jazz.   His legs were just as nicely toned as the rest of him, though his ass was a bit flat [can’t have everything].  Mr. Collier grabbed my glass and had me come with him for a refill.  In the kitchen he told me “Ted can be a little demanding sometimes, overbearing.  It’s the lawyer in him.”  I told him I didn’t mind, then added “It turned me on a little.”  He poured a little Coke and a lot of vodka into my glass, “Taste.”  I tasted and smiled “As long as you’re driving.”  He put his arm around my shoulders, told me he really liked partying with me, slapped my ass lightly and we went back to the living room.

Roger and Mr. A were on the sofa, smoking a joint.  Mr. A waved me over, “Very nice stuff, Val.”  I told him I’d never done it and he told me “Good.  Just inhale and hold it as long as you can.”  I did, and my buzz increased twofold.  And so did my arousal.  As I exhaled, I felt more aware of my sexuality, more aware of my state—standing there wearing a shirt and jock with three horny men in various states of undress—and more fucking horny.  I swayed my hips to the music and Roger took a hit and said, “Dance for us, Val!”  I said I wasn’t good but kept swaying to the jazz.  Roger said something about poppers to Mr. A and he laughed, said he’d love to see that, but he hadn’t brought any.  Mr. A gave me another hit, “Take it all off, baby!  Swing those hot hips!”  I moved over and started swaying to the music, wiggling, grinding and teasing and after a few minutes peeled my jock down. 

Mr. A came over, took a deep hit, locked lips with me and exhaled into my mouth.  I held it and did the same to him and he did it again.  My dick was throbbing and I gave it a couple of strokes, then slapped my ass.  Mr. A fed me another hit and I continued swaying and unbuttoning my shirt and dropped it as the song ended.  I fondled his limp cock and his balls, looking up at him.  I didn’t think I could get him up again this soon, I just wanted to feel them again.  He pulled me closer and kissed me, tongue-fucking my mouth, and squeezed my ass hard, “You want more of that, do you?”  He fondled my ass, patted it, “Well, soon enough.”  He turned me around and pressed up against me, maneuvering his cock between my ass cheeks.

Roger cleared the coffee table, moving drinks to the end tables. 

Mister A reached around and fondled my balls and engorged cock, moved his hand between my legs then caressed my balls again, “Come with me.”  I almost said I’d try, then realized he’d meant come, not cum.  He took me to the coffee table.  Roger said, “It’s sturdy” and removed his briefs.  His cock sprung up, hard and ready.  It was a tad smaller than mine and a little thicker.  He and Mr. A helped me lay belly up on the table and Roger wasted no time straddling my shoulders and patting his cock against my lips.  I opened my mouth and he pushed it in.   At the same time Mr. A started sucking my cock.   I licked and sucked Roger’s cock, but mostly let him fuck my mouth.  The position was awkward, but I did my best with it.  Mr. A sucked my cock methodically and quickly. He caressed my legs and my balls, teased at my asshole.  Roger eased his cock out of my mouth and stroked it, rubbed it against my cheeks and lips.  I stuck my tongue out and he pressed his shaft against it, then slid his cock back into my mouth.  Mr. A popped my cock out of his mouth and licked it, still not touching the shaft.  It throbbed and I thrust my hips up at the dribble of precum.  Mr. A took it into his mouth again, pushed a finger into my ass and I lost it.  My cock throbbed and I moaned at the geyser of cum that shot through it.  He kept sucking and I just kept pumping jizz into his warm mouth.

Roger withdrew his cock again and stroked my hair.  He turned to look at Mr. A, “Time we checked out Val’s ass, Ted, y’think?”  Mr. A agreed and they helped me up.  Roger retrieved lube while Mr. A stepped away to spit and rinse.  I finished my drink and, mellowly drunk, swayed to the jazz while I waited.

When they returned, they got me down on all fours.  Mister A kissed me and Roger used two fingers to spread a slightly warm lube up my ass.  Then his cock was nudging into me, just a little.   Mr. A held my head and shoved his tongue into my mouth, and seconds later Roger gripped my hips, drove his cock into me and started fucking me hard.  Mr. A broke the kiss and licked my lips.  He shoved his thumb into my mouth and I sucked, staring into his eyes.  Roger wrapped his arms around my waist, caressed and played with my dick and continued to fuck me hard and fast.  Mister C opened his shirt and removed his slacks and shorts and casually stroked his hard cock.

Mister A lit up another joint and let Roger take a good hit, offered it to Mister C, who waved it off, took a hit and offered it to me.  I took a small hit.  Roger started whispering “Yeah…mm yeah fuck yeah,” and suddenly slammed into me and shot his load.    Mr. A took a deep drag, knelt and kissed me and exhaled.  I held it, his tongue pressed against mine and as Roger withdrew, I exhaled.  My cock throbbed and went partially erect. 

Roger went to clean up and Mr. C came over, pushed my head back and continued stroking his cock.  “How you feeling?”  I licked his cock and smiled, “Mmm…horny.”  He kept jerking off, “I noticed.  Did you notice, Ted?”   He opened my mouth and slid his cock in, held my mouth opened and pumped his hips, fucking my mouth.  Mr. A said, “Maybe he needs another good fuck or two.”  Mr. C pushed his cock in further, gagging me.  “Sounds reasonable.”  He withdrew and I gasped and started to ask him to not do that, but he ruffled my hair and said, “Are you ready, Ted?”  Mr. A drank, “Almost.  Go ahead.”

Mr. C told me to turn around, lubed his cock and lubed my ass again, “That right, babe?  You need fucked?”  He pushed his cock into me a little, “Yeah, that’s exactly what you need.”   I managed a yes before he started fucking me hard and fast.  He grabbed my shoulders and absolutely ass-pounded me.  Roger came back and took a hit, then whispered to Mr. A.  They both laughed.  Mr. C grabbed my hips and jackhammered me, “Damn I like fucking you,” I managed a “Yeah” [I was high and horny and getting nearly ravaged and loving it] and he started shooting his load.  Mr. A came over, stroking his hard-on, Mr. C withdrew and went to clean up, and Mr. A told me to lie down, face down.

He caressed my ass cheeks, spread them and slid his cock into me easily and fucked me slow and steady, which was a relief from the [nonetheless enjoyable] ass hammering I’d just received.  He continued that easy pace for a few minutes.  Roger brought a joint over and Mr. A and I took hits off it.  Roger and Mr. C left the room.  Mr. A licked and blew in my ear.  I felt like I could go all night long like this.  The back to back power fucks had sobered me a little, but I was still floating on that cloud of grass.

After a few more minutes Mr. A withdrew and turned me over.  He shoved my legs up against my chest, entered me again and started fucking me faster…harder…he spread my legs…harder, “You like that?”  I grunted a Yeah.  “Tell me.”  I told him “I like that, I like you fucking me.”  Faster…harder, “You’re a hot little toyboy…fucking hot.  I could fuck you for days.” And he stopped, filled me with cum and withdrew, still cumming.  He shot a stream across my crotch and dick, released my legs and straddled me and spurted another thin stream across my face, “Suck it.  Go ahead, do it.”  I sucked him, taking the last of his cum and licking his cock clean.   He brushed at my hair while I did, smiling, “My little cocktoy, huh?  You ever been on a yacht?  That’s nice.  Fucking nice.”  He withdrew and sat back, straddling my belly.  I told him I hadn’t, and he said maybe I would.

Mr. A cleaned up and we [mostly they] talked for a while.  They took turns having me sit on their laps and I sucked Roger off one more time before we cleaned up and left.

Mr. C got me home around 12:30. Uncle Mitch got me to watch a late horror movie and I woke up Saturday morning on the couch, naked under a blanket, smiling at the memories of the party and at the anticipation of the next one.