Mr Drake Stays the Week & Mr Cs Friends Roger & Mars

[30 May 1972]. Back to school today, and the great thing about that was there was only two and a half weeks left of high school and then four years before I go to college [so I could save for it and take some downtime before enrolling.]

So, I woke up at 6:00 am, an hour ahead of the alarm, and decided to get out of bed rather than stay in. I reached down and fondled my balls and my stiff cock. I debated jerking off but decided not to.

Instead, I threw on a short robe, leaving it open, and went downstairs to get coffee brewing.

And I stopped in the kitchen doorway .

Coffee was brewed and Uncle Mitch was awake and dressed for work.

And Mr. Drake and Dave Evans were also at the table.

And lastly, both Uncle Mitch and Mr. Evans had a suitcase beside him.

Uncle Mitch smiled at me and told me "We've got an emergency in the Chicago office." He looked toward Mr. Drake.

And Mr. Drake sipped his coffee, looked me over, and elaborated. "We've had to release three people suddenly, so I have to send Mitch and Dave out to oversee hiring and training. We're talking top of the food chain in that office. They should be back Thursday, the 8th."

I poured coffee and leaned on the counter and sipped it. "Do you want me to stay with Mr. Collier and keep an eye on our--?"

Uncle Mitch shook his head and smiled. "No, no need. Mr. Drake's going to stay here til we return".

I swallowed coffee. "Sounds great. I'll get a shower then make breakfast."

Mr. Drake smirked, "I'll make it. Give you a taste of my cooking. That's fair warning, not a brag.'

I shook Mr. Jenkins' hand and hugged Uncle Mitch and went up to shower. I heard, as I rounded the corner, Mr. Drake saying " Keep the dinners and clubs to the top three or four executive candidates. And gay is a preference. Don't ask, but if you suspect, put them on the dinner list."

After I showered, shaved and etcetera and dressed for school we had breakfast and went over my schedule for the week.

I had work at the studio tonight and Thursday and drinks after; the meeting with Mr C, Mr. Zimmermann and four of his associates Wednesday night and of course the Cockpit Friday after school with Mr. Drake.

I cleared the dishes and Mr. Drake offered a ride home after school. I accepted; it would give me fresh up and change clothes time for Mr Collier.

HIGH SCHOOL GYM: Mr. Gull

School was uneventful until gym, the last subject today. Mr. Gull called me into his office ["TAYLOR, my office, NOW!"] while I was showering.

I dried off quickly and headed back, still damp, wrapping my towel around me as I went.

I entered and started to say Mr. Drake was waiting, but Mr. Gull told me to "Lock the door and put your towel on the coat rack."

He watched me take off my towel. "I never get tired of seeing you naked. This'll only take a minute." He walked over and fondled my ass, "You got plans tomorrow?"

I told him I did but could do Thursday or Saturday.

He patted my ass, "Thursday's good; 7:00 pm. Ten guys, maybe 14; I'm still waiting on some. You'll get $50 an hour plus tips as entertainment. You and one other kid. Yes or no."

I said yes and I'd clear it with Mr. C later.

He patted my ass. "Good. Get dressed and go."

DRIVING HOME and HOME: Mr. Drake

Mr Drake was in the parking lot talking to one of the quarterbacks I knew, Daniel Lee.

Mr. Drake smiled at me and asked if I was ready to go. I told him Mr Gull called me in. Danny smiled without humor. "Join the club." we shook hands and said our "Laters".

When Mr. Drake and I were a couple blocks from the high school he put his right hand on my thigh and fondled my thigh, cock and balls. He glanced at me, looked back at the road. "Spread your legs. When do you have to be at work?"

I told him six, and that Mr. Collier would pick me up at five thirty, then I spread out.

He patted my leg, "Okay , and you're back around midnight."

"Between twelve and two, Mr. Drake."

He nodded. "Okay, great."

He didn't say anything more about it but kept his hand on my leg.

When we got home, at a few minutes past four, I was pleasantly surprised to find he had straightened up the living room and kitchen. He got drinks and we sat on the living room sofa.

He told me to take off my jeans.

I took a large swallow of my vodka tonic and kicked my shoes off, then peeled my jeans off and sat beside him.

He put his hand on my thigh, "How...adventurous are you?" I was not into pain or drugs any stronger than grass or alcohol. He smirked, "Water sports?"

He had to explain that, and when he did, I shook my head "No, no water sports."

He smiled, "Great. I was joking about the water sports. " He fondled my cock and balls through my briefs. "So, it's for a leather party, a costume party. I want to stress that it isn't a dom/sub thing.

"Picture yourself in a mask, long gloves, leather jockstrap, knee high boots and dog collar. We'll discuss it Sunday."

My cock had gone hard as he described the outfit.

Mr. Drake fondled my balls and pulled my briefs aside and exposed my cock. "Yeah, keep thinking about it. Now go do your thing. I'll be in the study if you need me."

I was ready at 5:15 when the doorbell rang followed by Mr. Drake's "I'll get it!"

He and Mr. Collier greeted each other and went into the living room.

MR. COLLIER'S STUDIO: Mr. Collier, Mr Saito and Mr. Ted Anderson

I came down five minutes later, and Mr. C and I left for the studio.

Soho was there when we arrived and he was more attractive than his photo promised [he was 19 and looked a bit younger, 5'5" tall, a slim 155 pounds with a runner's build. He resembled a young Michael Caine, clean shaved but with bigger lips and platinum blonde, collar-length, hair. Apart from his pubic hair, which was neatly trimmed, his entire body was shaved. And he was nicely hung with 8.5 inches.].

He and I talked Hammer movies until Mr C came over, at 6:15, to show me the cabinets that held bondage and discipline equipment. These were accessible by Mr. Collier only until he could familiarize me with them. "The people who know how to use it will usually bring their own."

We returned to the front just a moment before Mr Anderson and Natsuo Saito arrived.

Soho had already showered, so I took Saito-san to the restroom and waited for him. When he turned the shower off, I made a Jack Daniels rocks and delivered it.

I took him up front and watched them setup, handcuffing Soho's hands in front of him and putting a white dog collar around his neck.

Mr. C had a whispered conversation with Mr Anderson, then called me over. "Take Mr. Anderson back, get him a drink and take him on a tour of the sets." He whispered to me to "Have one yourself if you want and take it from their ".

I led Mr. Anderson back to the sofa and got drinks [gin tonic for him and a Black Russian for me].

He put his arm around my shoulders. "Ah! I nearly forgot. Strip...to your briefs. "

When I'd stripped, he put his arm around my waist, and we started the tour.

The changes to this suite were not outwardly dramatic. The bedroom and living rooms were expanded with three color combos for the bedroom and six couch covers for the living room. In the other suite a couple sets were in progress: a castle tower and a lab / hospital room.

We returned to the main suite, where the shoot was still going, and Mr. Anderson told me to top our drinks. While I did that , he lowered his slacks and briefs to his ankles and massaged his 7.5"cock to full erection.

I returned and gave him his drink and swallowed a third of mine, then put it on the end table.

Mr. Anderson took a swallow and said "Very good. Now get on your knees and suck my cock ".

I spread his legs as I knelt, then leaned forward and licked his balls, sucked them briefly and moved on to lick his cock.

He pulled my head up, gently, and told me again to "suck it". I opened my mouth and let him guide me down to take his cock, licking and sucking it as it entered me. I sucked him for a few minutes, bobbing up and down, sexually charged by the feel of his rigid shaft filling my mouth, of his firm hand on my head, before he let me go and told me to stand up.

I thought he was going to fuck me, so I nearly offered to get lube. But I thought better of it, letting him retain control.

He yanked my briefs midway down my thighs, stood up and pressed our hard cocks together and slowly massaged them. He forced his tongue between my lips, then into my mouth and kissed me roughly. He gripped my hair with his free hand and tongue-fucked my mouth for a little longer then let go of our cocks and broke the kiss. He pushed me down to my knees and said, "Now finish it, baby."

I opened my mouth, and he pushed his cock into me again. He placed a hand on my head, "Good boy...just like that....hot little cockslut". He started fucking my mouth slowly and I stopped moving but kept licking and sucking him.

"Yeah, that feels good, you hot little cocksucker". I moaned around his pumping shaft. He put both his hands on my head and pumped deeper, blocking my throat frequently.

Saliva ran down my chin. He fucked my mouth faster. A long drip of drool hit my dick and it jerked a couple times. I took hold of his forearms. Between the sound of a sloppy blowjob and the feel of his cock filling my mouth and his hands holding my head firm, if anyone had touched my dick, I'm sure I would have blown a huge load.

Mr. Anderson let out a load "AH! " and stopped moving, his cock blocking my throat and suddenly withdrew as he shot a huge load into my mouth and onto my face. He jerked off the rest onto my face and chest and at last let go of my head.

Someone applauded and I looked over to say Mr. Collier smiling. "Nice! Go get a quick shower then come up front, briefs only. "

I did, and Soho took Saito-san to the shower, and I turned to Mr. C. He smiled and patted my hip. "When one of my boys is in a shoot I usually have him take care of the exit shower."

That was a relief. I'd worried that I'd done something wrong. I told him, and he smiled and said, "From what we heard over here you were doing everything right. "

Mr. Anderson came over from the restroom and agreed that I'd done well.

The rest of the evening was pretty slow, and at 8:30 we locked up and drove to 9 Balls, arriving around 9:20.

9 BALLS BAR: Mr Collier, Roger Coleman, Richard "Mars" Preacher

Mr. C went to the pool table and I got drinks for us and joined him. We were just starting a second game when Roger Coleman came over with a light-skinned, African American, 5'4", a little overweight and in his late 40s [though he could have passed for 30] with short black hair. [He had, I found out later, an eight-inch cock and big balls].

He looked familiar, but I couldn't remember where I'd seen him or what his name was.

Until Mr Collier greeted them and asked if I'd met Mars yet. We'd met at the XXX theatre Mr. Weiss had taken me to. [The XXX Theatre]. He was one of the men I'd sucked off and the one who had shot a huge load all over my face.

We paired up, Mr. C and Mars vs. Roger and me , for one more round of pool and of drinks. Then Roger suggested we reconvene at his home and we agreed.

Roger and Mars took Roger's car and Mr. Collier. and I took Mr. C's. First, though, Mr. C told me to strip to my briefs and deck shoes before getting into the car. I did, quickly, dreading the arrival of a cop. That never happened.

ROGER COLEMAN'S HOME: Roger Coleman, Richard "Mars " preacher. Mr. Collier Anderson

Roger had parked in the driveway and left the garage door opened for us. Mr. Collier got out and pulled the door down, then we went into the kitchen. He gave me drink orders and went to the living room.

The living room was spacious with a big sofa, a recliner and an armchair, all black leather, a pine coffee table and a 16mm projector on a china cabinet. It was on and playing gay porn loops. Mr. C was on the recliner, wearing his opened shirt and briefs. Roger, stripped to his jockstrap and Mars, naked, were on the sofa.

When I brought the drinks, Roger leaned toward Mars, "So, did I tell you"? Mars massaged his semi-hard cock and smiled. "Yeah, that is some damn pretty white boy". I put my Black Russian on the coffee table, then served Mr. C's gin tonic, Roger's vodka tonic and Mars's double scotch rocks.

Mars grabbed my arm and licked his lips, "Put your tray down." He moved forward , grabbed my Black Russian and gave it to me . I put the tray on the coffee table.

He sipped his drink. "Turn around, " He pointed down and made a circle motion, "Slow and sexy. And don't spill ".

I turned, slow and teasing. and Mars said "stop " when I was back to him. "oh my. That is some fine ass." he squeezed my ass cheeks, then pulled my briefs down a little. He reached between my legs, fondled my cock and balls for a moment, then withdrew and told me "Turn around face me ".

I turned to face him, and he groped my cock and balls then pointed to my drink, "Think you can throw that back? " I'd done that with a half glass a few times but not with a full one, but I thought I could do it and said as much. He smiled. "Then do it. "

I chugged the drink and nodded pertly, and knew I was tipsy. He asked me if I could do another. I nodded three times and said "Sure " and smiled.

Mars stood and got around in front of me, took my hand and led me to the large area in front of the coffee table. He looked at Mr. Collier "He ain't driving, is he?"

Mr. C stood, "No, I'm driving. Who else wants a refill? " Roger asked for one. Mr. C took the tray and went into the kitchen.

Mars ran his hands down my sides to my hips, pushed my briefs down a little more, then ran his hands back up, pinched and twisted my nipples, and grasped my shoulders. He pushed me to my knees and patted my cheek with his 8" cock. I grabbed it and licked it sloppily.

Mr. C brought the two drinks in, gave Roger his and gave Mars mine.

I took his cock into my mouth and sucked it, bobbing my head to and fro, licking it side to side. I played it for a couple of minutes, then went to take it out, but he put his hand behind my head, blocking me.

He pushed forward, gagging me. Saliva filled my mouth and he eased back a little.

And did it again. This time he pushed it further, his cock head prodding my throat. Saliva ran down my chin.

He withdrew, his cock slick with my drool, and put my drink on the coffee table. He lubed my asshole, stretched it, then squeezed my ass cheeks and stage-whispered "Drink up, then get on your hands and knees, bitch."

I chugged my drink and had barely got, drunk and smiling, to hands and knees when he slapped my ass, then shoved half his saliva-slicked cock into me, waited a few seconds, and started fucking me.

Roger went over and whispered to Mr collier and they went into the kitchen.

Maybe ten minutes later Mars pulled his cock out, spread my ass cheeks and spit on my hole, thrust his cock into me and fucked me faster.

Mars slowed, ran his hands up my back and grasped my shoulders. "Mm yeah, you fucking hot little slut. " He pushed my shoulders down and sped up, shortening his strokes.

And a few minutes later he grunted and thrust his cock in deep and shot a huge load into me. He withdrew and shot a thick streak of cum across my ass, followed by two small shots.

Mars patted my hip, straightened up and went to clean up.

I went to the kitchen with my empty glass and was wiping the cum off my ass, when Mr C came in from the garage. He told me to see him when I came into the living room and went in.

I refilled my drink [Mars's ass-pounding fuck had sobered me a bit] and went into the living room. Mr., sitting beside Roger, waved me over to the sofa. I went over and faced him. I was a bit surprised, because he usually went last.

He touched the back of my knee very lightly and ran his fingers delicately up my leg to my ass, then asked "Poppers or pot?"

I said "Poppers " and Mr. C smiled and turned to Roger and told him "I'll collect Sunday ".

Roger got a bottle of RUSH out of a coffee table drawer and brought it to me, then led me to the area in front of the coffee table.

He gave me my drink and I took a swallow and put it down. I was mildly drunk and very horny . When I straightened up, I brushed my hand against Roger's jockstrap cup , smiled and whispered "Oops ".

Roger uncapped the RUSH and held it under my nose. He closed my left nostril and told me "Breath deep", then repeated the act, closing my right nostril.

And my 'horny meter' went from very horny to wild and wanton.

He tried to kiss me, and I resisted, so he pinched my nose closed. Under a minute later I opened my mouth and he kissed me, thrusting his tongue into me, and released my nose.

He probed me, pressing his tongue against mine. I sucked it for a minute , then he withdrew it and licked my lips, then my jaw. He got his jock down, put my hand on his 5.5" cock and sucked on my earlobe. He gave me the poppers again. I took two solid hits and put the bottle on the coffee table and jerked his cock slowly. He gave me another sloppy kiss and slapped my ass, then told me to "Turn around here, baby. "

I noticed Mr Collier and Mars on the sofa, talking softly. Mars was nodding and smiling.

I turned around and Roger lubed my asshole. He licked my spine, and I felt a shiver of delight. I took another swallow of my Black Russian while he lubricated his cock, the sound of it making me crazy horny.

He made me wait a few seconds, then he grabbed my left shoulder and shoved his cock up my ass and started fucking me hard. I moaned when he entered me, and a little precum dribbled out of my cock.

Roger fucked me for about five minutes, then withdrew and told me to "Lay down, belly down ".

Mars stood up and watched Roger spread my legs, lay on top of me, thrust his cock into my hole and continue fucking my ass. He smiled and applauded. "Yeah, Roger my man, fuck that bitchboy hard"!

Roger suddenly withdrew and caressed my ass. "Elbows and knees!" He helped me and went back to fucking me hard and fast.

Mars came closer, knelt and massaged his limp cock, "Hey baby, you want more of this pleasure stick? "

Roger shortened his thrusts and spread my ass cheeks.

Mars whispered, "Just tell Jeff I'm taking you home tonight. I'll fuck you all night; call a few bro's, we'll keep you going right through tomorrow night, hm?"

Roger pumped a small load into my hole, "ahh fuck yeah! " Then another, larger load, "sweet fucking slut!" He withdrew, patted my ass and stood up, "Mm...you're the heat, baby", and went to clean up.

Mars ran his cock across my lips. "Whatcha say, babe?"

I said I couldn’t, and he nodded, "Okay , I'll see you again. " He sat beside Mr. C and they talked softly.

I cleaned up and dressed and when I returned, Mr. C was saying good night to Roger and Mars. He told Mars they'd talk in mid-June and we left.

DRIVING HOME Mr Collier

I told Mr. Collier about Mars's proposition on the drive home and he said he'd take care of it. About ten minutes later he pulled up into his driveway opened his slacks and exposed his 6.5" cock.

He pushed the bench seat back and pulled me down for "a quickie blowjob "

While I gave him a good, sloppy blowjob, he reminded me about tomorrow's meeting and how important it was to both me and him. He would pick me up after school and take me shopping.

I managed a muffled "mmhm" and his cock pulsed in my mouth .

He put his hand on my head, lightly. "we'll look over your schedule next week. I've got some guys who've been asking about meeting you. "

He suddenly gripped my head firmly with both hands and started pumping my mouth. I kept licking his cock while he fucked my mouth. A few minutes later he grunted and shot a good-sized load into my mouth and throat. He followed that with a few spurts. He released me and withdrew as I straightened up, patted my thigh and kept hold of it. "you're hot, Val-baby."

He started the car, pulled out and we chatted as he drove me home.

HOME: Mr. Drake

It was a little past 1:00 when I came in and locked up. The projector was on in the living room, only it and a lamp providing illumination.

I went to the door and said hello to Mr. Drake , who was wearing a short bathrobe, watching a 'boy in prison' gay hard-core.

He held an empty glass up. "You up for a nightcap? "

I said yes and was about to offer to get them, but he stood and said he'd do it.

I went to the sofa and waited for Mr. Drake to return. The "fish" in the film, hand and ankle cuffed and wearing his prisoner grays, was blowing the warden while two guards watched. My cock was erect and straining against my jeans.

Mr drake came in with our drinks and without his robe, his 9" cock ready for action. He gave me mine and smiled, "let's make it simple: To sex."

We drank and he put our drinks on an end table beside a jar of lube. He stepped closer, opened my jeans and yanked them down to my knees.

He put his hands on top of my head and pushed, and I knelt and licked his cock a little, then began sucking it. We both knew this was going to be a quickie.

I took my time nonetheless, sucking, licking and stroking his cock [stroking only to prevent him from gagging me; I'd had enough of that tonight].

After a little over 5 minutes Mr. drake withdrew and helped me get on hands and knees and able to see the projector screen.

He yanked my briefs down and slapped my ass. Then he lubed my ass and, lightly, his cock.

In the film the prisoner was still in the warden's office being spitroasted by the two guards.

Mr drake eased his cock into my fuckhole and started screwing me.

I opened my mouth and said, softly, "yes...good! " as his 9" cock filled me, partially withdrew then filled me again.

On the projector screen the guards, now dressed, were holding the prisoner over the desk as the warden fucked him.

Mr. drake pushed my shoulders down to the floor and sped up and shortened his thrusts. He gripped my hips and slowed a little. "Ahh you hot little bitchboy...fucking sweet...ah yeah!"

I opened my mouth and let the ahs and mms and the half-words, that I usually kept in , let them flow.

And Mr. drake shot a huge load into my ass and kept fucking me in slow and leisurely strokes, still cumming in short bursts. A couple minutes later he withdrew, got up and put on his bathrobe. I stripped to my briefs and pulled them up.

We finished our drinks and I said goodnight and carried my clothes upstairs, took a hot shower and crashed.

Big day tomorrow.

Val 😁