Uncle Mitch's Boss plus More Club Owners

13 May 1972 and yesterday had been a busy day for me [Mr C's Friends: Gerold, Nick and Toni], working a full 8-hour day, 12:00 to 8:00 pm at Mr. Collier's photo studio followed by a drinks-and-dicks party with Gerold, Mr. Collier, Nick, Toni and of course me, happily servicing all of them, one or two at a time from 9:00 pm to 01:00 am. The garnish for the day was Uncle Mitch rubbing his cock against my lips after he thought I was asleep.

Or [sigh] me dreaming he had done that. In the light of Sunday morning it made more sense as a liquor-fueled dream than as my straight uncle trying to get a drunken blowjob out of me.

I told him, sort of, about the dream [okay I told him I'd dreamed he was standing over me, naked and aroused, leaving out the sex part], and he'd laughed and said he'd fallen asleep on the living room couch after I'd gone up to bed.

I went along with it and he told me his boss was coming by for breakfast at 9:00. It was 8:45. I said I'd get a shower. He said to not worry about it, so I settled on a quick hot rinse and mouth wash and changing from my briefs to my pajama bottoms

I was coming downstairs when the doorbell rang. I said I'd get it and opened the door to a short [5-foot-6], stocky man of early forty some years with a trimmed moustache and short slicked back black hair. He was dressed casually in jeans, sneakers and a print bowling shirt. He had three rings on each hand and a pair of sunglasses in his left hand. He stuck out his right hand, smiling "You must be Val. I'm Leo Drake, your uncle's boss."

I shook hands and told him to follow me into the kitchen.

We engaged in small talk over breakfast, much of it about my school and plans for the future. We finished around 10:00 and I told Uncle Mitch I was going to catch a movie at noon. Mr. Drake suggested we all go, and he'd treat. That was fine with me, so we left at 12:15 to see what I don't remember beyond it being a horror movie.

Mr. Drake wanted balcony seating, so up we went to the second or third row from the back of the balcony. There were probably thirty to fifty other people, mostly teens, and all of them were in the house.

Around halfway into the movie, Mr Drake touched my thigh.

He kept his hand there for a few minutes and, when I didn't protest [I was surprised first and then not sure what to do, he being my uncle's boss], he ran his hand down to my knee and back up to my thigh.

Now what?! If I responded positively, he might take offense and if I responded negatively [the furthest thing from my mind] he would surely take offence. So, I did the safe thing: nothing.

And he groped me. Blatantly.

I turned and looked at him and spread my legs. He ran his hand over my cock and balls, down my thigh and back up to my cock. I raised my hips a little, pressing into his hand and took a quick glance at Uncle Mitch.

Uncle Mitch was watching.

Which meant a lot of the things he’d been doing to me, that I’d been writing off as innocent, were probably anything but. No time to deal with that just now, though.

I relaxed a little and enjoyed Mr. Drake's attention. He kept fondling and groping, not speeding up even as my dick throbbed to full erection. I kept stealing glances at Uncle Mitch and every time I did I caught him watching Mr Drake's hand.

After the movie, Uncle Mitch suggested a drink or two. Mr. Drake agreed and we went to a small, dark bar that looked like a neighborhood bar. There were maybe twenty-five people, mostly middle age and older.

I excused myself to go to the restroom. I'd opened my jeans and managed to get my dick down enough to piss and was about to zip up when Mr Drake entered.

He stepped up beside me, "Did you enjoy it?" I said that I had, very much and he patted my ass, "So did I. So did I." He left and I washed my hands and exited.

We had a couple of drinks each and got home about four. Uncle Mitch asked Mr. Drake if he'd like to stay for dinner. Mr. Drake demurred, "My wife is expecting me home by five. But another time," he looked at me, "soon." and left. And came right back in as the phone rang.

Uncle Mitch answered and said it was "...a Mr. Weiss?" I said it was the club and took the phone.

Mr. Drake told Uncle Mitch he had a couple more things he’d forgotten, and they went back into the Den after uncle told me he’d see me later.

Joseph asked if I could do dinner and drinks at six tonight, VIPs. I told him I could be ready in half an hour. He said "Good. I'll be there at five fifteen. Slacks, good shirt, briefs.". And he hung up.

I told Uncle Mitch that Mr. Collier suggested next Friday would be good for a camping trip. I’d almost forgotten about that.

I showered, shaved and cleaned my mouth, sprayed on deodorant and got dressed in black briefs, cobalt blue slacks, an aqua blue shirt, black socks and dress shoes. Joseph arrived at 5:30 and Uncle Mitch sent him up after calling up to me to assure it was okay.

Joseph told me I looked great but had a couple of changes. He handed me the pink silk shirt he had laying over his forearm. I swapped shirts and started to tuck the pink one into my slacks, but he stopped me, "Let it hang out, it's designed that way. No tie or jacket. Have you done poppers?" I said I had once and he nodded, "Good."

We left at five forty and, after we got rolling, Mr Weiss glanced at his watch and muttered, " We'll be a few minutes late. Don't apologize unless one of them brings it up. Noguchi-san will be there, get used to calling him that. The other two men are from our England and West Germany venues."

We arrived at Garcon Sensuel at 6:15 and the British man made a point of checking his watch. Joseph apologized and told them we'd hit some traffic. Mr. Noguchi told Joseph to sit on his left side and told me to sit on his right, between him and the British man.

We ordered [Noguchi-san pointed me to the filet mignon and ordered a Black Russian for me when the cocktail waiter came around] then Noguchi-san made introductions all around. The British man was introduced as "Mr. Thames" and the German as "Herr von Koln". The names were obviously made up, but for now they would do. Mr. Thames was mid-fifties, 6'4", slim [about 180] with a slight potbelly. He had short graying blonde hair, light body hair with a shaved chest, and an eight-inch slim cock. Herr von Koln was late 30s, had short blonde hair, 6 feet tall, 190, with a fit, toned body, light hair, including chest hair, an 8.5 to 9-inch cock, average thickness and large, heavy, shaved balls.

As to the reason for the engagement, the two had been part of a quarterly meeting of all owners with the president and the chief executive officer. The rest of the owners had left. Thames and von Koln had been specifically invited to meet me because they were old buddies with Noguchi-san and were, along with Noguchi-san, the most long-term franchise owners.

I asked if they were sending me overseas and Noguchi-san laughed, "No no, you are my pretty boy, Val. I might loan you out some time when you have more time with us."

Dinner was served at 7:00 and we engaged in small talk while we ate. Most of the conversation with me covered school and plans for college. Sometimes the men would talk in Japanese for a few minutes, one or all of them looking at me. And they seriously kept the liquor flowing. I was on my third Black Russian when dessert was served, and they were pouring the vodka heavy. The strong coffee sobered me a little, but I was still a bit inebriated when we moved from the dining room to the lounge.

The lounge was the size of a medium sized bar, with a dance floor for twenty people. There were about 25 men here tonight. Once we'd been seated, Mr. Thames, Herr von Köln and Noguchi-san spoke in Japanese for a few minutes, after which Mr Thames turned to me and asked, "Are you wearing pants?"

Joseph immediately jumped in, "Americans refer to outerwear as pants. He is wearing briefs. My apologies for interrupting, but I thought it might be faster." Mr. Thames laughed it off and thanked Joseph for the "translation".

He turned to me, "Stand and remove your slacks, please."

Mr. Weiss helped me get them off. The shirt came down past my briefs, though the pink silk was easy to see through. The feel of it, of both the silk itself and of the shirt ending just barely covering my ass and my groin, cock and balls turned me on and turned up the heat. My cock throbbed to a full, straining erection.

Mr. Thames removed his jacket and waved me over. I joined him and he walked me to the dance area. He put a jazz song on the jukebox and told me, "Just follow my lead". We just slow danced around and about a minute in he pulled the back of my briefs down, which got some applause and one "Oh baby," which got a few chuckles.

The next song, a little faster paced, came on. Mr. Thames took a bottle of Rush and clean handkerchief out, dampened the handkerchief with the Rush and held it over my nose and mouth, "Breathe deep."

And WOW! I felt a rush of pure sexuality. My cock throbbed. I pressed back against him and he gave me another whiff. He asked if anyone wanted to take my briefs down.

A few men raised their hands. Mr. Thames added "Just remove them and give them to me. No touching anything else...yet". A couple of hands went down. He waved a forty some man [Gary] up. I stretched and wiggled slowly against Mr. Thames. Gary slowly pulled my briefs down. My cock sprang up and I swayed my hips. The rest of our group joined us and Mr Weiss gave the briefs to the bartender [I'd find out later they'd been auctioned off]. Mr. Weiss took my slacks and Mr Thames' jacket and Noguchi-san led us upstairs and took us into a room at the end of the corridor labeled Management Only'. He flipped a card on the knob to 'In Use' and ushered us in.

The room was set up for use as an office, with an executive desk and chair, two chairs beside the desk, one on either side, a large sofa, a midsized couch, bookshelves with erotic male figurines scattered around the books , a bowl of condoms and several jars of lube, several liquor decanters and a half dozen glasses, a few closed cabinets and a coatrack. The flooring was parquet tiling

Mr. Thames unbuttoned my shirt and took it carefully off me, “Does anyone object if I go first?” I squirmed against him. I didn't really care who or how many started first, as long as they started. He covered my nose and mouth with the handkerchief, “Deep breath.”

He maneuvered me to the floor and opened his slacks and shoved them and his shorts down. Mr. Weiss gave him a lube jar. My cock throbbed and jerked as he lubed and stretched my hole, and I moaned out loud and leaked precum as he shoved his eight-inch cock into me, gave me a few seconds, then started pumping steadily.

Noguchi-san stripped and glanced at me then said to Herr von Köln, "Four, five, I don't know, maybe a dozen! Pretty boy love to suck and fuck all the time".

Mr. Thames fucked me faster, reaching under me and caressing my chest and pinching my nipples for a few minutes. Noguchi-san patted my head, "Go-go pretty boy"! Mr. Thames fondled my balls, gave my cock a hard squeeze, then continued fucking and caressing and slapping my ass. Twelve guys? Maybe not but I'd be willing to try, the way I was feeling tonight

Mr. Thames grasped my hips and sped up. Noguchi-san poured drinks for himself, Herr von Köln and Mr Weiss.

Mr. Thames grasped my shoulders, fucking me in short, hard strokes. "Oh yes he's a fine boy...lovely...a lovely, slutty lad...damn....fucking Hell yes!" He stopped and a second...two and he grunted and filled me with cum.

Herr von Köln stripped. I sat up, staring at his cock as he stroked it to its full nine-inch length. Mr. Weiss handed Herr von Köln a rocks glass he'd filled with two shots of vodka.

Noguchi-san spoke in Japanese to Mr Weiss, who nodded several times, then stripped.

Herr von Köln brushed at my hair, "Head back and open your mouth". He twirled the glass, smiling, and I obeyed. He poured the vodka slowly down my throat. I managed to swallow most of it, for which I was applauded. Herr von Köln put the glass on the desk and pulled me up and turned me around, ass to him. He lubed his cock, wrapped one arm around me and slowly pushed the head up into my ass. I put my hand on his and moved it to my cock. He squeezed my cock and thrust his all the way into my hole.

The three others talked in Japanese, sometimes laughing softly and sometimes dropping some English ["sexy, gangu-bang, pretty boy, sexy honey" and such].

Herr von Köln fucked me at a quick pace, stroking my cock slowly. The latter was to little avail; less than five minutes after he started, I shot a huge load. He wiped his hand on my belly, moved me to the floor and withdrew long enough to get me onto my back.

He pushed my thighs up to my belly and shoved his cock up my ass and started fucking me hard and fast. He continued for about five minutes then helped me roll over to my belly. He spread my legs wide, stretched my asshole, and went back to fucking me.

Mr Thames asked, "When does he start?" Noguchi-san told him, "June twenty and twenty-second, second shift as a red panty boy. I anticipate moving him up to evening quickly".

Herr von Köln grunted and huffed and started cumming, then withdrew and shot the rest between my ass cheeks. "Such a shame we are short of time tonight.". He ran his fingers along my ass, then patted it and joined the others.

Noguchi-san smiled, "We have time for seconds, but not for indulging yourself. But I will work on something". He drank. "Come along, Mr. Weiss".

He brushed my hair, "Another drink?". I was drunk, period. And I was about to get spitroasted, I nodded. Mr. Thames poured the double and brought it over. I put it on the desk.

Noguchi-san got me to hands and knees. He ran his hands over my ass, spread my ass cheeks and moved behind me, then carefully entered me. He patted my ass, then shoved his cock all the way in and started fucking me.

Mr. Weiss pressed his seven-inch cock against my lips. I opened wide and, looking up at him, licked and sucked his cock as he pushed it into my mouth. He let me play with it for a few minutes, then took over, fucking my mouth in tandem with Noguchi-san fucking my ass.

Mr Thames massaged his cock casually, sipping his drink, "Do you ever get East Berliners, Manfred?"

Herr von Köln chuckled, "Are you kidding, Roger? Some of our best customers are the Soviets!"

Mr. Weiss gripped the back of my head, thrust his cock halfway into my mouth and shot his cumload into my mouth and throat. He withdrew and pushed my shoulders and head to the floor and held me down.

Noguchi-san fucked me faster, slapping my ass occasionally. He rode me for another ten minutes, then stopped and shot a small load into me.

We talked until ten, then Noguchi-san and Herr von Köln doubled me and Mr. Thames fucked me. Mr Weiss took me to the bathroom, where I showered and used mouthwash. When he brought me back the others had cleaned up in the executive washroom. While Mr Weiss cleaned up and dressed, Noguchi-san gave me a pair of red satin briefs and helped me dress.

We all went down to the lounge, where Mr Thames told me they'd auctioned my briefs. The high bidder got the briefs, an autograph and three minutes to "explore" me.

The winner was a Japanese man, around my height and stocky with a slight paunch. He had me sign the rear of the briefs "Bottom's up, Hiroshi! xxx Pretty Boy 💋" then spent his three minutes taking my slacks and briefs down and feeling, fondling and slapping my ass, then massaging and stroking my cock to full erection. Finally he thanked me and took his prize back to his table and guests

Noguchi-san's chauffeur drove me home, with Noguchi-san and Mr Weiss [the latter to provide directions].

They dropped me off at 11:30 or thereabouts, still inebriated but not so drunk as I had been half an hour before. Strong coffee and the air from the open car window had helped.

I got in and went to the living room, got as far as "I'm home uncle--" before I saw Mr Drake sitting beside Uncle Mitch. "Oh! Hi, Mr Drake."

Both said hi and Uncle Mitch said, "Mr Drake...well, long story. Go ahead and switch to pajamas and come on back watch a movie with us."

And that is another story...

Val 😉!