Mr Gull's Politicians Party

[1 Jun 72; Thursday] Eighteen days to graduation!! But who's counting?

I woke at 6:30 and went straight to the shower, hard-on bouncing as I walked.

I only had the party tonight [from 7:00 to 2:00]. It promised to be a long night serving 16 men alone but the payment of $525 [minus taxes] plus any tips [under the counter] would make it worthwhile.

Mr. Collier had already okayed the night off. I'd see him this weekend and we'd check our calendars. We were both getting busy.

I put a robe on, leaving it opened and went downstairs to get coffee.

Mr. Drake was just pouring his and he turned to me and smiled. I was still damp from the shower. He licked his upper lip and smirked and said, "How about you drop the robe for me, Val."

He poured my coffee and leaned against the counter and waited.

I took one sleeve off and hesitated, teasing.

He pressed his lips together and forced a half-smile that hid, not very well, irritation, and said "Do you want me to do it for you?"

I let the robe fall.

He winked, "Yum. Turn around, slowly."

I did, then started to say I had to get dressed when he said "Thank you. I've got a tedious meeting this morning. That helped."

I picked up my robe and he brought my coffee.

I smiled, draped my robe over my arm, took the cup and thanked him, then went upstairs.

When I got to school, and homeroom, Mr. Truarch stopped me at his desk. "Taylor, Mr. Gull wants to see you. Sign in down there. " l thanked him and he turned and whispered "Fucker."

Great. I got Truarch in trouble but he was out to get me more than ever now. He couldn't try anything scholastically. Not with barely 2 weeks to graduation. But that left a world of possibilities.

Well, there was no need to worry it at that moment.

I went to Mr. Gull's office and this time he didn't tell me to close the door.

He leaned back in his chair, nursing a cup of coffee. "I just wanted to let you know there'll only be 10 guests tonight, plus me and Bob. You'll still get $75.00 per hour."

That was good and I thanked him for giving me an early heads up.

He dismissed me and told me he'd pick me up at 6:00.

I went back to homeroom and stayed there until everyone but Mr. Truarch was gone. Then I stood and leaned against my desk and told him "I don't want a war with you, Mr. Truarch. I never did. "

"No, you just wanted to show how cool you are and get a shot in at the establishment."

"No, sir; you said grass is a steppingstone to hard drugs. Then you called on me because I looked like I disagreed with you, Mr. Truarch." I sniffed, took out my handkerchief and dabbed my eyes. "I mean, you asked for my opinion , then snap my head off. "

I lowered my head and mumbled "chalk dust or something". I honestly didn't realize I was going to try to seduce him until I was well into it. I sniffed again and cleared my throat. He grasped my shoulder and I looked into his eyes, then lowered my head.

I said I had to get to gym. He said to hold on, get myself together and he'd write me a note. I was getting a hard-on, primarily because I was imagining him fucking me up against his desk.

He pulled me around to hug me and my hard cock brushed against him. He hugged me and separated and left.

The big question now was how do I seduce a straight guy into seducing me, and believing I was straight?

I told Mr. Gull that Mr. Truarch held me after class and didn't elaborate, and he didn't ask.

The rest of the day was quiet.

MISTERS GULL and HANEY: Pickup

Mr. Gull arrived at 5:30 , with Mr. Haney in tow, and I was half dressed [in my socks, red briefs, and a blue satin shirt ] when they arrived. The shirt covered enough that I was certain I wouldn't embarrass a neighbor or Avon lady, so I went down and answered the door, and let them in.

I told them to make themselves at home and I'd be down shortly. And Mr. Haney asked me to get coffee.

Well , he didn't precisely ask. He said "I could use a cup of black coffee. How about you, Bill?". Mr. Gull said he'd enjoy the same. And they took a seat in the living room, making clear who was to serve it.

I hung my shirt on the banister and went to the kitchen.

When I returned they were looking through the gay pornography collection uncle Mitch had acquired [ten 90 to 120 minute features and compilations and 34 loops. ]

I cleared my throat and said "Uncle Mitch wants to convert the basement or a spare room into a movie room."

They turned around and Mr. Haney said "My kinda waiter." They smiled and stepped closer and took their drinks. He continued, "I know a couple contractors who can help him out and give him a good price."

Mr. Gull agreed, then asked if I had a pink jockstrap. I told him I didn't and he said they'd see what they could do. Then he said "Bring a red one. Okay, thanks for the coffee. Go ahead and finish getting ready."

I grabbed my shirt and heard Mr. Haney say "Rick Marasch."

I finished dressing with a pair of light blue hip huggers and white deck shoes, then put a red jockstrap in my jacket pocket and went downstairs.

Mr. Gull cleaned the cups and we left at 6:10, with me scooched tight between Misters Gull and Haney.

MR. GULL'S HOME

The party would take place in the basement entertainment room. The small bar there would be the only one opened. The wrestling ring would be available. The film projectors were not available tonight while a new movie room was being created. The 2.sectionals were one in front of the other, about 4 feet apart. End tables, about 2 by 2 foot, stood at either end of each sectional.

Jackets and clothes would be stored in a guestroom upstairs.

We arrived ar 6:30 and they took me up to the dressing room fitst. I stripped to my red briefs and deck shoes, and put the BOTTOM charm around my neck.

Mr.Gull said "Tips are voluntary. Never ask for a tip. If anyone asks how much a tip should be, tell them the amount is at their discretion. It someone asks more than once let one of us know. We have a tip box for you in the alcove in the entry hall.

"Next, i got a late RSVP accept this afternoon, so there'll be eleven guests. To make up for that I'm paying you under the counter, the full $525.

"Finally, the guests are politicians from several states and Québec. They tend to tip well and to remember good, so to speak, boys at Christmas."

We went down to the entertainment room and the bartender, middle-aged Garry wearing black slacks and black deck shoes, poured drinks. [I ordered a White Russian for a mild change.]

MR. GULL'S PARTY: Misters Andrew, Baker, Case and Davis

The first four guests arrived at 7:30: Mr. Jack Andrew [6 foot, stocky, graying brown hair, thick 8" cock], Mr. Baker [5 foot 8, fit, dyed auburn hair, 7" plus cock], Mr. George Case [5 foot 11, runner's build, gray hair, thick 9" cock], and Mr. Davis [5 foot 10, pot belly, receding black hair, 8" cock], [false last names were assigned in order of arrival].

I was at the cocktail station, talking to Garry, when they came in. I walked, swaying my hips a little, over to greet them.

Mr. Baker said "Just one boy tonight."

Mr. Case smiled, "This one's enough for me."

Mr. Andrew agreed, "Damn straight she is. Come here, babydoll, what's your name? ". He looked at the charm around my neck, "Bottom? Oh, your disposition, not your name." He put his arm around my waist, kissed me and caressed my ass. He grasped my ass cheeks, "Mmm, very promising."

I told them my name and asked if they wanted drinks.

Mr. Andrew said "Eventually" and held my shoulders, and pushed my legs apart with his foot.

Mr. Case yanked my briefs down to my knees and knelt. He ran his hand up my leg to my ass and back down, licked up my right leg and licked and kissed my ass.

Mr. Davis joined in and they both worked toward my asshole.

Mr. Baker ordered drinks [including a top-up for my White Russian].

One of the men behind me shoved his tongue into my hole and I let out a loud moan and a little cum spurted out of my jerking dick.

Mr. Andrew kissed me, filling me with his tongue.

The other man behind me traded places and shoved his tongue deep --it felt like 2"or more-- I moaned louder and higher and my dick jerked hard.

Mr. Andrew licked my lips, then said "I think babydoll needs something bigger and harder in her hole, guys".

They all agreed and three of them picked me up and set me on my knees on a sectional, arms on the back.

Garry brought our drinks over. Mr. Baker took mine behind the sectional and held it toward me. I said "Yes, please". He handed it to me and just as I raised it to my lips, two fingers covered with lube were inserted into my hole. I wiggled a little, then drank half my White Russian as someone prepared me for fucking.

I glanced back to see Mr. Andrew lubricating his thick, 8-inch cock.

I turned back and swayed my hips slowly until he slapped my ass, then pushed his cock into me a little.

I asked for my drink and took a swallow, then gave it back.

Mr. Andrew got about halfway in and started fucking me at a steady pace. Misters Davis and Baker held my arms against the top of the sectional.

Mr. Case dropped his briefs and massaged his thick 9-inch cock to full erection and rubbed the head across my lips.

Mr. Andrew sped up a little, fucking me with short, quick strokes.

I opened my mouth and Mr. Case pushed his cock in. I started to suck it, but he put his left hand on my head, said, "Nuh-uh. You just sit there and look pretty, and keep that tongue busy and I'll do all the rest".

Mr. Andrew kept fucking me fast and hard, squeezing and spreading my ass cheeks.

Mr. Case fucked my mouth steadily, looking away whenever I looked up at him.

Mr. Andrew squeezed my ass cheeks together and sped up and shortened his thrusts. He grunted, "Mm, yeah...uh-huh! Oh you hot...fucking slut you sweet bitch you...!". He thrust his cock deep and filled me with cum.

Mr. Case wasted no time withdrawing from my mouth and going around to my ass. He lubed his cock while Mr. Andrew was squeezing cum onto my.ass.

Mr. Andrew whispered to Mr. Case and went to clean up. Mr. Case slapped my ass once, then shoved his cock into my hole and started fucking me slowly , then sped a little to a quick, steady fuck.

Mr. Baker gave me my drink and pushed his briefs down past his balls. I finished the drink and he called to Garry for a refill. Then he moved around and patted my cheeks with his semi hard 7" plus cock and said "Suck and swallow, babydoll." I opened my mouth and began sucking his cock as he slid it in.

Mr. Edwards [5 foot 10" with a fit build, silver grey hair and an 8" cock] and Mr. Frank Ferris [6 foot stocky with black salt-n-pepper hair and a thick 7" cock] arrived together and went to the bar.

Mr Case slowed a little, thrusting his cock in til I felt his pubic hair against my ass, withdrawing halfway and thrusting it in again, completely. He continued for a couple minutes, then sped up.

Mr. Baker held my head with both hands and fucked my mouth for a couple minutes, then withdrew and stroked his cock slowly, trying to hold back.

Mr. Case fucked me faster, holding my hips tightly and whispering obscenities.

Mr. Baker shoved his cock into my mouth, locked his hands behind my head and fucked my mouth. I sucked and licked it as he pumped.

Mr. Baker suddenly stopped, shot a huge load of cum into my mouth and let out a soft "Oh fuck yes!". He began pumping again, filling my mouth and throat with about half a dozen more spurts. He withdrew and, two fingers under my chin, raised my head and smiled tightly, "I'll get back to you later, sweetie."

And a couple minutes later, with no warning, Mr.Case grabbed my shoulders and pumped a few times and shot a huge load into my hole. He kept pumping my ass and shooting stream after stream for 2 to 3 minutes.

He withdrew and kissed my ass, "Mmm, a pretty face and a hot, sexy ass."

Garry brought the drinks and Mr. Case told him to leave them and went to clean up.

Mr. Davis took me to a column near the drinks and leaned back against it. "Go ahead get our drinks".

He watched me do it, massaging his cock in his briefs.

When I returned he raised a silent toast and we drank...

and drank ...

and drank , and we finished half of our drinks. He called to Garry for refills and told me to pull up my briefs.

I swayed a little doing it and when I gave him his, Mr. Davis raised another silent toast. After we each drank a long swallow I put the glasses on the edge table and return to Mr. Davis.

He put a finger on top of my head and pushed down. "Now be a good little slut and get on your knees and suck my cock."

Mr. Haney, stripped to his jockstrap, came down and went to Misters Edwards and Ferris.

I knelt and eased Mr. Davis' briefs down until his 8" cock popped out. I took it into my mouth and licked it, then began moving my head back and forth on it.

Mr. Haney, Mr. Edwards and Mr. Ferris stood at the bar, talking and watching me suck Mr. Davis. Mr Haney said "Oh, I had him in my class from '70 to '71 , he was 17 when I went on leave. Hot little bitch; good looking as hell and can't get enough dick."

Mr. Ferris said "I'll drink to that!". All three chuckled and agreed.

Mr. Davis patted my head and told me to stand up. When I did, he kissed me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. He grabbed my ass and pulled me against him, his cock hard and throbbing between us.

Mr. Haney chuckled, "And I never picked up on it for two years."

Mr. Edwards offered "Paying too much attention to his ass?"

"Maybe so. Maybe not enough."

Mr. Davis broke the kiss and got our drinks. We drained them, he told me to face the column then called to Garry for refills .

He patted my ass and spread my legs wide, "Don't move."

He collected the drinks and put them on an end table , and a few seconds later I heard him [his back was to me ] lubing his cock.

That sound was like a dinner bell to a hungry man. A "Get fucked" bell to me.

Mr. Haney said "He's in the top 3 of my wrestlers."

Mr. Davis set the lube aside, came back and told me to hold the column.

I'd barely done it when he yanked my briefs down and shoved his cock completely up my asshole and started fucking me at a regular pace.

Garry collected our extra glasses, leaving us each a full drink.

Mr. Haney finished his drink, "But he loves to lose. Not in school matches of course, but..."he nodded toward the wrestling ring"...i may take him in there myself tonight.". He started to leave but Mr. Edwards asked, "Strictly one on one then?" And Mr. Haney smiled, "Nah, the more the merrier."

Mr. Davis pumped me faster, his arms tight around my waist.

There was a small commotion upstairs that turned into laughter and questions about "the new boy".

Mr. Davis fucked me harder "Yeah huh" with faster, shorter strokes, "ah fuck I'm gonna cum gonna fill your ass with cum."

Mr. Gull came down with Henry Garrett [a bald black man, five foot nine with a beer belly and an 8" cock packed into a red jockstrap] took him to the bar and introduced him to Misters Edwards and Ferris and to Garry.

Mr. Davis grunted, thrust his cock deep and pulled me hard against him as he unleashed a good-sized load of cum followed quickly by 4 or 5 spurts.

He withdrew and patted my ass, said "We'll see you again, Val, baby.". Then he went to clean up.

Mr. Haney came down with the remaining five. He came over and squeezed my shoulder. "We'll be in a meeting until 9:30. Meantime clean up then help yourself to the books. Talk to Garry and be ready when they come back.

MR. GULL'S PARTY: Mr. McGill

Mr. McGill, wearing the lower half of a chauffeur suit, whispered to Mr. Layres, looking and nodding toward me.

Mr. Layres said yes and turned to Mr. Gull and told him, "Mr. McGill is my chauffeur. He won't be needed in the meeting.". Mr. Haney said, "Very good. Val will get him whatever he needs and entertain him if he wants.". He looked at me and I nodded and said "Yes sir".

And I kind of wondered who was in charge here? I'd assumed it was Mr. Gull, but maybe not.

The guests, Mr. Gull and Mr. Haney ordered drinks and took them up to the room that was to be the movie room.

Mr. McGill walked around, looking at the statues and prints, so I went and cleaned myself up, then returned and talked to Garry.

And five minutes later Mr. McGill said "Val, bring me a Manhattan. Oh , and get yourself something too."

He was sitting on the sofa nearest the wrestling ring. [Mr. McGill was a 5 foot 9 stocky black man, with graying afro cut hair and an 8" cock.]

He was massaging that cock through his orange briefs when he ordered the drink. And he removed them when i headed over with the drinks, watching me.

He stood up, cock nearly erect, and took his drink. He toasted "Cheers" and we each took a large swallow of our drinks, then he sat and he handed his to me and told me to put them on the end table. When I bent over to do it he pulled my briefs down a little past my ass and felt it up. "I ain't a...gay, but that's a nice ass and I overheard Mr. Gull tell somebody you're a good cocksucker. So get on your knees, keep your panties down and show me. Suck this big black dick."

I licked his shaft up and down, teasing at taking it into my mouth several times. Then I worked on his balls, licking and sucking them, for a couple minutes , until he told me to suck it and added "It ain't that scary is it, bitch?"

I smiled, thinking about the 11" cock I'd taken the night before [Mr C's Clients: Mr. Zimmermann and Company], and took half of Mr. McGill's dick into my mouth.

I sucked him thoroughly, moving my head up and down his shaft slowly at first, then faster. About five minutes in he grabbed my head firmly and fucked my mouth for a too short few minutes. He withdrew and told me "get in the ring."

I pulled my briefs up and climbed in and stood in a corner. Mr. McGill got a lube tube and climbed into the ring. "Lay down, belly down in center...and put your legs together."

I did.

Mr.McGill came over and knelt on my calves, grabbed my briefs and yanked them down to my knees. He moved, took my deck shoes off, yanked my briefs off and spread my legs wide.

He fondled my ass roughly. "Now, I'm gonna fill your lily-white ass with my black cock. And you say stop, bitch, I'm just gonna fuck you harder. "

He lubed his cock, then lubed my ass and got between my legs. He teased me a few times, then shoved his cock into my hole and started fucking me. He handled the tube to me and sped up a little to a steady, unhurried pace.

I opened my mouth and let my moans and sighs and expletives out. I still had to remind myself to do that after years of concealing them from my parents and uncle.

I heard footsteps coming and looked behind us to see Garry, with a drink in hand and cigarette in mouth, coming over.

He watched for a few minutes, then said "Mr. Gull called. They're going to be another half hour."

Mr. McGill sped up, "Yeah, well I ain't gonna last five minutes." He withdrew suddenly and pressed my legs together and straddled me , thrust his cock into my hole and fucked me fast and hard.

And less than five minutes later I felt a quick, small burst of cum immediately followed by a big load. He slowed, still cumming, and finally withdrew and went to clean up.

Garry and I talked movies for the few minutes Mr. McGill was gone. Then I went to clean up.

And found a rip in the rear of my briefs.

Thankfully they weren't the satins. Still, I'd have to replace them.

I wasn't going to interrupt the meeting, but I also didn't want the guests seeing me in torn briefs. So I went up to the dressing room, took the briefs off and waited.

The meeting finished at around 9:50. Misters Gull and Haney left last , and I knocked on the open door and explained the situation to them.

Mr. Gull took me into the dressing room and gave me a red jockstrap and discarded the briefs.

When I returned to the basement, I made the rounds to assure everyone had drinks and was happy. My last stop was the bar, where Misters Edwards and Ferris were talking and watching me.

MR. GULL'S PARTY: Misters Edwards and Ferris.

Mr. Ferris put his hands on my shoulders, smiling, "Oh, we're happy but we both could be made happier still." He guided me around between them and kissed me, forcing his tongue deep. He withdrew and turned me to Mr. Edwards, who licked my lips and kissed me, licking and sucking my tongue. Mr. Ferris pinched and licked my nipples, then returned to my mouth. Mr. Edwards kissed my collar, holding my arms at my sides, licked my jaw,my neck and down my spine.

And I moaned loudly when Mr.Ferris pushed his tongue into my mouth and Mr. Edwards shoved his tongue into my asshole. They kissed and rimmed me for nearly 5 minutes, then Mr. Edwards took me to a sectional while Mr. Ferris ordered fresh drinks, a couple lube tubes and a bottle of RUSH.

Mr. Edwards sat back, legs spread, on the sofa, had me stand in front of him and lowered his briefs. He massaged his 8" cock, "Bend forward and suck my cock."

He braced my arms and I bent and took his cock into my mouth and bobbed up and down. It took a couple minutes to get my balance but once I did, I became more and more comfortable with it.

Mr. Ferris and Garry came over [the latter with drinks, which he put on an end table and left]. Mr Ferris whispered to Mr. Edwards, who said "Oh yes , absolutely!"

Mr. Ferris gave Mr. Edwards a tube and lightly lubed my asshole up. My dick throbbed in my jock and again when I heard Mr. Edwards lubing his cock.

Mr. Edwards stood up behind me and moved us around to face Mr. Ferris.

Mr. Ferris straightened me up and put my hands on his shoulders. He gave me a double whiff of the poppers and that lovely wicked desire to get my fuckhole filled with cock after cock swept through me. I swayed my ass a little and looked up at Mr. Ferris, licking my lips.

And I moaned loudly as Mr. Edwards's cock entered me completely and, after a teasing wait, he started fucking me.

Mr. Haney and Mr. Case came over and Mr. Ferris asked Mr. Haney to put the RUSH near our drinks. He did, then he and Mr. Case watched for a few minutes. Mr. Haney asked Mr. Ferris if I was "good enough". Mr. Ferris said I was very good and Mr. Edwards said "Absolutely", then nodded Mr. Haney closer and whispered to him. Mr. Haney patted my hip and said he'd see about it. Then he and Mr. Case went to the bar.

Mr. Edwards spread my ass cheeks and fucked me faster and harder. He suddenly let go a loud moan and started cumming, not slowing until he withdrew.

He kissed my collar, patted my ass lightly and said "I hope to see you again.". Then he went to clean up.

Mr. Ferris kissed me, shoving his tongue into my mouth, then broke the kiss, yanked my jockstrap down to mid-thigh and said, "Leave it there. Turn around and get down to elbows and knees."

He lubed his thick 7" cock while i "took the position" 😁. He fondled my ass, patted it lightly and nudged his cock into my hole and started fucking me.

Mr. Edwards came back, took his drink and sat on the floor to watch me getting fucked.

Mr. Ferris slowed for a few strokes then bent forward, grasped my shoulders and sped up.

Misters Baker and Davis came by and joined Mr. Edwards in watching us. They eventually started whispering to each other.

Around ten minutes later Mr. Ferris told me "Turn over, now." I did and he straddled my chest, grasped my hair and unleashed a load of cum on my cheeks and mouth.

He didn't move for about a minute, then leaned back and caressed my hips. "Wow. That makes you feel a power surge. I never did that before."

He helped me up and we went up to the ground floor bath to clean up. When i finished and opened the door to leave I almost bumped into Mr. Gull.

He saw Mr. Ferris showering and told me "Don't shower with the guests. There's another bath on the second floor."

I told him I was just washing my face, and he shook his head, "Doesn't look like that to the other guests." That made sense and I told him I wouldn't do it again.

I turned to go back into the basement and nearly bumped into Mr. Haney.

He put his arm around my shoulders and walked downstairs. "Latecomers out of New York. They drove in together. Anyway, they're VIPs. They usually wrestle two of the boys. Make it easy, but put up a little fight". He patted my ass. "They'll tie your wrists to a turnbuckle then bam bam bam bam. "

I asked if he was joining in and he shook his head, "We'll get ours on the way home."

MR. GULL'S PARTY : Misters Garrett, Holliday, Jones and Layres

He went back upstairs. I went down and headed to the ring, swaying my hips slightly.

Mr. Henry Garrett, standing outside the ring at the corner closest to me, helped me into the ring [a jar of lube signaled this was where the real action would take place ] and introduced the four guests:

Mr. Michael Holliday, five foot six, with a fit build, graying blonde hair, and a 7" cock,

Mr. Jones, five foot eleven, a little overweight, with gray hair and an 8" cock,

Mr. Ian Layres, five foot ten, muscular but not ripped, with military cut brunette hair and a 9" cock,

and Mr. Garrett was a bald African American, five foot nine, with a beer belly and an 8" cock.

All 4 men wore the same brand of blue briefs.

The match lasted about 10 minutes with me pinning Mr. Garrett with a rollup and the others jumping me and dragging me,l struggling, to a ring post. Two of them held me and a third tied my wrists [loosely] to the turnbuckle [all choreographed by Mr. Layres.].

Mr. Layres patted my ass ten times as several of the guests and Mr. Haney counted and applauded. He pointed at Mr. Holliday and said "Michael."

Mr. Layres yanked my jockstrap down and tied my ankles, then stepped back.

Mr. Holliday removed his briefs, lubed my asshole lightly, then lubed his cock. He pushed it slowly into my fuckhole and, once he had it in he started fucking me slowly for a couple minutes, then faster.

Mr. Layres put his arms around Mr. Garrett's and Mr. Jones' shoulders and had a short, whispered, conversation.

Mr. Holliday wrapped his arms around my waist and fucked me a little slower. I opened my mouth and moaned softly

Mr. Holliday moved his arms up, in front of me, crossed in an 'X', and grasped my shoulders and fucked me "...fucking hot little slut..." faster "...gonna cum, gonna fill your fucking sweet ass with jizz..." and louder "AH YOU FUCKING HOT BITCH!!". And he withdrew and jerked a large load onto my ass.

Then he wiped his cock on my hip and left to clean up.

Someone came up behind me, lubed his 8" cock, slid it into my hole and started fucking me. I turned my head enough to see it was Mr. Garrett.

Mr. Layres jumped out to the ring apron, came up behind me and kissed and sucked my earlobe.

Mr. Garrett reached around my hips, pressed his hands against my inner thighs and fucked me faster.

Mr. Layres turned my face to his and kissed me long, probing my mouth with his tongue. Mr. Garret fucked me in short fast strokes. He suddenly sighed and stage whispered "sweet motherfucker", withdrew and jerked out a big cum load to add to the others.

While Mr. Garrett was cummlng, Mr. Jones was lubing his 8 inch cock. And as soon as Mr. Garrett was out of the ring, Mr. Jones shoved his cock up my ass, grabbed my shoulders and started power-fucking me.

Mr. Layres went to the bar and got a White Russian for me.

Mr Jones twisted and pinched and pulled at my nipples, still fucking me with fast, short strokes.

Mr. Layres returned with my drink and set it on the ring apron. And he started massaging his 9 inch cock through his briefs.

A little more than 5 minutes later Mr. Jones withdrew and jerked a big cum load onto my ass, patted my shoulder and went to clean up.

Mr. Layres brought my White Russian and held it to my lips. I drank half of it and nodded. He put the drink on the ring apron and climbed into the ring.

He kissed me, holding my head firmly, his tongue filling my mouth, while he twisted and pulled my left nipple.

Finally he broke the kiss, came around and pushed two fingers up my ass. He withdrew them, stepped around beside the ringpost and I watched him lubricate his cock. I looked up at his bicep, rounded and rock-hard, at his pectoral, firm and pronounced, and back at his rigid cock and I wanted it inside me right that second.

Mr. Layres untied my hands and told me to hold the ropes. He stepped around behind me, took my jockstrap and threw it out of the ring. Then he pushed my feet wide apart, stepped forward and pushed his cock into my hole a little. He made me wait a minute, then grasped my arms and thrust his cock in completely and fucked me slowly for a few strokes then sped up to a more steady pace.

Mr. Gull came down, dressed in jeans and short sleeved shirt and talked to Mr. Haney. Both chuckled. Mr. Haney watched me and Mr. Layres for a couple of minutes, then turned back to Mr. Gull.

Mr. Layres fucked me faster for a few minutes, then slowed and shot a big load into my hole and, withdrawing, across my cum-covered ass.

He licked my ear and whispered "hot and obedient. See you soon." And he went to clean up.

I showered and, per Mr. Gull's order, came to the basement completely naked. The men, dressed, said their "goodnights" to Misters Gull and Haney [also dressed ], then said goodnight to me . Those for me were more colorful and included a feel and/or pat on my ass, a few kisses and a few surreptitious notes.

With the guests gone, Mr. Haney told me to get dressed, "no jock, no briefs," and we'd go. Mr. Gull handed me an envelope, "Here you go: $525 plus $800 in tips.

I thanked both of them and went up to dress.

As we were leaving I mentioned the torn briefs and Mr. Gull told me to throw them away and "we'll replace them".

THE PARK: Misters Gull and Haney

Mr. Haney drove Mr. Gull's truck, with me between him and Mr. Gull, to the wooded area of a nearby park . We went into the woods and a few minutes in I recognized it as the one Mr. Weiss introduced me to in February [A Cock in the Park]. Another couple minutes and we entered a very small clearing with street light and a plastic picnic bench.

Mr. Haney told me to put my jacket on the table [which was damp from the night crew.] I did, and he came over and unbuckled my belt and said "Now, we"; he opened my jeans "are going to" and pulled and yanked my jeans down to my knees "fuck your hot ass". He got me moved around to face the table and I leaned forward against it.

Footsteps approached and Mr. Haney told me to hold still. I panicked when two police officers strolled into the clearing but I managed to stay cool.

Mr. Haney said "Hey guys."

One of them [my back was to them ] said "Mr. Haney. Something new tonight. Sweet ass, turn around here."

I did, hands over my crotch, and relaxed a bit when I recognized the blonde police officer from February.

He came closer, "I've seen you before.."

I said I'd been here with Joseph.

He waved me to come with him, "You're not in trouble.". I pulled my jeans up and went a few feet away with him. He put his hand on my ass and whispered "Be careful with Gull. They both can get a little rough, but he pushes the limit sometimes. Tell them I was telling you my shift, 2200 to 0600."

He and his partner left and Mr. Haney bent me over the table, yanked my jeans down, took out a lube tube and lubed my asshole and his 8.5" cock. [he was six foot, muscular with a pot belly and love handles, black hair that looked dyed and a rough face.]

He pushed his cock partway into my ass, shovad it the rest of the way, grabbed my hips and started fucking me. He screwed me in silence for around ten minutes, then started talking. "The blonde one is Mike Miller, mostly a top, with a thick nine inches." He groaned, "God damn!" And started cumming, pumping and shooting his load. He withdrew, wiping his cock with a handkerchief.

Mr. Gull pushed his slacks and briefs midway down his thighs and lubed his 7.5" cock. [He was mid-40s, six foot stocky, with gray hair and the strong willed features of a career Marine.]. He slapped my ass, ["Just a little wake up, sweetheart", he said, smirking ] then he thrust his cock up my hole and started fucking me hard and fast.

A short, gray-haired man entered the clearing and went over to Mr. Haney. He pulled the left leg of his loose shorts up to expose his thick 9-inch cock and asked Mr. Haney "So, can anyone play?"

Mr. Haney patted the man's back, "Sorry, Phillip, we've gotta get princess home before he turns into a pumpkin. Next time I got him I'll call you."[jared iro1]

"I will really be looking forward to it."

They shook hands and Phillip left.

Mr. Gull pushed my back down, grasping my left shoulder and slowed to a steady pace for a few minutes then, with a half growled "Ah mothefucker!", he unloaded what felt like half a cup of cum into my hole.

We stopped in a men's room to clean up then headed out, arriving at my home a little before 3:00 am.

HOME: Mr. Drake and Mr. Saikawa

I entered the house expecting it to be dark. Instead I heard the projector running, providing the only light in the living room.

I looked in, expecting to see Mr. Drake watching loops. He was there, but not alone. He was sitting on the sofa beside a Japanese man, both wearing robes and pajamas. They were watching a Japanese porn feature set in a school. Ten Japanese teen boys were cuffed, naked, to their desks and two white men were yelling at them.

Before Mr. Drake could say anything I said that I needed a quick shower. He started to say something, but the Japanese man said "Very good".

I went up and cleaned up thoroughly, slipped on green briefs and a short black robe and went back down.

They had stripped to their robes , and both stood when I came in.

[Mr. Drake was early 40s, 5'6", stocky with a trimmed moustache and short slicked back black hair, a 9" cock small balls, and average body and pubic hair.

Raizo Saikawa was a 47-year old Japanese restaurateur, 5'8" stocky with light muscle definition, black hair, light body and pubic hair and a thick 8" cock. He owned 5 restaurants and 8 gay bars in the U.S., U.K. and Canada.]

Mr. Drake introduced me to Saikawa-san and said he was a very important client. He asked "Who needs drinks?". Saikawa-san suggested Mr. Drake get them and take his time.

After Mr. Drake left, Saikawa-san sat on the sofa and put his hand out, "You had a long night. How long?"

I told him seven hours with eleven guests , but said it was no problem.

He spun his finger, "Turn around two times, slowly."

Mr. Drake returned while I was finishing my second turn. He set the drinks on an end table., beside a jar of lubricant.

Saikawa-san nodded a thank you, and asked me, "How much did you make?l"

I let a shoulder of the robe slip, "I got $75 an hour, $525, plus tips."

"So about $550 in tips."

"I got $800 in tips."

Mr. Drake smiled, "I'll get you a good, small, safe."

Saikawa-san said, "Strip and get your drink. Suppose I asked you to serve at a function dressed in women's clothing.? "

I dropped my robe, paused, then peeled down my briefs and walked to him. "I'd like time to consider it when I'm completely sober.". I reached across his lap to get my drink and to offer up my ass.

He fondled and caressed it, then patted it. "Very nice. Did you want to fuck him, Leo?"

I straightened up and drank half of the Black Russian. Mr. Drake said "After you." And Saikawa-san said he'd wait until tomorrow evening or the weekend. "I will extend my stay untill Monday. But go ahead. I would enjoy watching."

Mr. Drake let his robe fall and stroked his 9" cock [it was a little short of 9, but you'd have to measure it to notice ]. "And I would enloy having you watch.". He came over and brushed my hair, "There's a jar of lube behind you, Raizo. Can--? "

Saikawa-san handed it to him.

Mr. Drake lubricated my ass, then his cock [and my own dick jerked to attention]. He handed me the jar and top and I capped it and set it aside while he lubed his cock.

He patted my ass and told me to get to my hands and knees. I got down and glanced at Saikawa-san. He was smiling around a cigar he was lighting.

Then I was jolted back to Mr. Drake's attention. He pushed his cock into my hole and at about halfway he started fucking me.

Saikawa-san opened his robe and ran his fingers lazily over his cock and balls.

Mr. Drake pushed me down to elbows and knees, straddled my ass and fucked me harder.

Saikawa-san leaned forward and brushed my lips with his fingers. I sucked them for a few seconds, then he withdrew and ran them over his cock.

Mr. Drake withdrew and patted my ass and said "Stand up, babydoll."

He helped me up, slid his cock back into my hole, wrapped his arms around my chest and grasped my shoulders, then fucked me fast and hard.

Saikawa-san sat back, smoking his cigar, watching Mr. Drake fuck my asshole, and listening to his profanities and my cooing and moaning.

Another ten or so minutes and he shoved his cock all the way in and released a huge load of cum.

Mt. Drake went to clean up and when he returned he asked if I wanted to sleep in Friday.

I said yes and asked him to call me out sick so I could be fresh for this afternoon.

He agreed to, we all said our good nights and I went up and crashed.

Til next time 😁j

Val