Val Gets Fucked by Three Lawyers

[3 June 1972, Sat]. Despite coming in at 4:15 am [38], I snapped awake at 8:30 Saturday, an hour before the alarm would go off. I gave my hard dick a good morning stroke, took a shower, threw on a short robe and went downstairs to get coffee.

Mr. Drake and Saikawa-san were still sleeping so I made myself coffee and oatmeal.

I'd finished and was working on my second coffee, around 9:45, when Mr. Drake and Saikawa-san came downstairs.

While they ate, I gave Mr. Drake my schedule for today, which was pretty simple. A movie at 11:20, home at 1:30, three shoots for Mr. Collier 4:30 to 8:00 pm then probably to the 9 Balls.

He asked me what the movie was, and I told him, and said I was going with 2 straight guys from the wrestling team. [It was a lie, but I didn't want to make a huge scene with this creepy guy that I was meeting. I already had Mr. Collier involved.]. It worked. He and Saikawa-san both bowed out.

THE ARCADE THEATRE

MR. Church

I got to the theatre at 11:30. Mr. Church was there already, in a gray suit and black trench coat, and Mr. Collier wasn't. I went to a public phone and called Mr. C. I got his machine and left a message that we'd be in the balcony.

I went to the box office and bought a ticket, then followed Mr. Church into the balcony. He led me to the bank of seats furthest from the door and we took seats midway down, the first two seats in the row [Mr. Church in the first, "escape", seat.]

There were three guys in the first balcony row, but otherwise all of the audience members were in the auditorium.

Mr. Church gave me a $10 bill to get him a small coke "...and whatever you want and keep the change." I squeezed by him, and he blatantly fondled my ass.

I kept an eye out for Mr. Collier, and didn't see him, on the way to the concession and back. The lights were dimmed, and the trailers had begun when I returned.

Mr. Church stood and felt my ass again as I squeezed through. I gave him his coke and sat. He put his drink in the holder and turned to face me. He opened his coat...

...and exposed his hard 9" cock.

We sat, he held my hand around his cock and fondled and massaged it. I started relaxing, becoming sure I'd misread him.

The door opened and Mr. Church pulled his coat over my hand and his cock.

It could have been Mr. Collier. Whoever it was, he sat a couple rows behind us.

I continued to jerk Mr. Church off for around 5 minutes with little response other than his erection. He suggested we go "someplace else."

I said I didn't have time.

He squeezed my thigh and said "Sure you do. Look, a few more guys will be there. We'll have booze and Mary Jane might be there."

Mary Jane was marijuana.

I was getting angry with Mr. Collier. I told Mr. Church I'd call work and try to get off.

He said okay and fondled my ass when I squeezed by.

I went to the phone and called Mr. Collier again. No answer.

I headed back, determined to accept for tomorrow.

When I returned Mr. Church was standing near the back, talking to someone. I went over and said "I can't --" and shut my mouth. He was talking to Mr. Collier.

Mr. Collier turned to me, "Jerry tends to intimidate some people. He's a big men"-

I said I'd noticed and smirked at them.

Mr. Collier told Mr. Church I couldn't do the party today but could tomorrow til 6:00 pm.

I agreed to meet Mr. Church here tomorrow at 11:00 and I'd be paid $100 for the day, plus tips. Mr. Church acquired models for Mr. Collier. They left together and I watched the movie and went home.

HOME

Mr. Drake and Saikawa-san

I got home just short of 1:40 pm and unbuttoned and unzipped my hip huggers as I was closing the door. I was horny and hoping one or both of my houseguests were too.

Mr. Drake called me from the living room. I unbuttoned my shirt as I went in and asked "Can I get you something?". I smiled at them. Mr. Drake was wearing briefs and a tank t-shirt. Saikawa-san was wearing briefs and slacks. They were watching baseball.

[Mr. Drake was early 40s, 5-foot-6, and stocky with a trimmed moustache and short slicked back black hair. He had three rings on each hand , a 9" cock, small balls, and average body and pubic hair

Raizo Saikawa was a 47-year-old Japanese restaurant owner [5 In the US, 2 in Canada, 3 in Japan]. He also owned 12 bars [6 in the US, 2 in England, 4 in Japan]. He was 5 foot 8 inches, stocky with light muscle definition, black slicked back hair, light body and pubic hair and a thick 8" cock.]

Mr. Drake said "Double Jack rocks. That good for you, Raizo?"

I looked at Saikawa-san and licked my lips quickly.

He smiled and said "Yes, a double sounds good. Let me help."

I thanked him and added "...but it'll be faster if I do it myself."

I got their drinks and my White Russian, and when I brought them into the living room the television was off, and the projector was on. The film was a two on one in a dorm film. Drake toasted "To sex.". We all drank, and I slipped off my shoes. Then Saikawa-san toasted, "To sexy boys", and we drank [l finished half my drink].

We put our drinks down and I started peeling my hip huggers off. They both came over. Mr. Drake pulled my jeans down and off.

Saikawa-san patted my cheek and kissed me , opening my mouth and filling it with his tongue.

Mr. Drake yanked my briefs down. He stood, wrapped his right arm around my chest and inserted two lubricant covered fingers into my asshole and lubed and stretched it. He pressed his hard cock between my ass cheeks.

Saikawa-san withdrew his tongue and they lowered me to hands and knees.

Mr. Drake asked "Heads or tails"? All three of us laughed, then Saikawa-san said "Head, to start."

Mr. Drake took off his briefs, lubed his 9 inch cock and pushed it, slowly, into my asshole.

Saikawa-san patted my cheek with his thick 8 inch cock, I opened my mouth and he held his cock straight up and said "Start with my balls, licking up to the tip top of my cock."

Mr. Drake didn't wait long to speed up. Five minutes after he started fucking me, he was pumping fast and with shorter strokes.

Saikawa-san pushed half his cock into my mouth and I started sucking him.

Mr. Drake switched to long strokes and after a dozen or so unleashed a big cumload. He slapped my ass and withdrew and said "Christ, you're a hot little fuck."

Saikawa-san withdrew from my mouth and went around behind me. I swayed my ass, listening to him lubricating his cock. He put his hand on my ass, thrust his cock into my hole and started fucking me hard.

Mr. Drake put a bottle of RUSH under my nose, and I took two hits.

Mmm. I moaned loudly and fondled my cock, looking up at Mr. Drake. He put the popper away and gave me my White Russian. I drank it, Saikawa-san fucking me faster. I squirmed and he held my ass and stretched my fuckhole and kept pumping faster and harder and suddenly stopped and shot a big cumload into me. He withdrew and patted my ass and said "Nice boy!!" Then he sipped his drink and sat in front of the sofa . "Yeah, he's very hot and sexy boy, Leo."

It was close on 3:00, so I said thank you to both of them and gathered my clothes and went up to get a shower, shave, deodorant, teeth, cologne etcetera, etcetera.

Ted Anderson arrived at 3:40 p.m. and Mr. Drake sent him up. I was wearing black briefs and laying out clothes. He gave me a bag filled with underclothes. There were satin briefs, regular and leather jockstraps, and a bunch of mesh tank tops, all in a variety of colors and all "branded" with "Dick Cole Collection". He patted my ass and said "Jeff will explain. Are you about ready?"

I told him about ten minutes, and he went downstairs to visit with Mr. Drake.

I put the bag in the closet for the time being and dressed in black briefs, khaki hip huggers, yellow shirt and white deck shoes.

We left a little before 4:00 and by 4:20 pm were walking in to...

MR. COLLIER'S STUDIO

Misters Collier, Anderson, Janus and Nelson

Mr. Collier greeted us, put an arm around my shoulders and led me back to a waiting room in progress. "Thanks again for working today." He squeezed my shoulder, "We'll have the dressing rooms done next weekend. Change into the shirt and thong for now. No sex here but feel free to tease. Otherwise, it's business as usual."

I went into the dressing room, stripped and dressed in the red thong, black satin shirt [which hung about 3 inches below my crotch] and my deck shoes. I buttoned the bottom 4 buttons on the shirt, checked my hair and went out front.

Mr. Anderson's two friends had arrived, and he introduced them to me.

Marcus Nelson was 38, 5 foot 7, in good shape with dark blonde hair, a trimmed moustache and goatee, high cheekbones, a sharp nose, full lips, bright blue eyes, light body hair, no chest hair, trimmed pubic hair and an 8" cock. We shook hands and he smiled and said "Nice outfit."

Ronald Janus was 5 foot 11 and stocky with silver-gray hair and a thin moustache, [he looked a little like Douglas Fairbanks], trimmed pubic hair, and a 10" cock. He skipped the handshake and felt my ass and smiled, "Ooh, feels promising. Do we get a peek under the shirt?". I straightened my shirt and looked up into his eyes and shrugged lightly "Maybe." He hadn't felt the thong, so he had likely assumed I was naked under the shirt.

And Mr. Anderson was early 40s, 5'10" with a slim, fit build and short black hair. [He reminded me of Guy Williams, television's Zorro and the dad in Lost in Space ]. He had light body hair, a 7.5" cock and large balls.

Mr. Nelson was first and, after he showered and I gave him his gin-tonic, he had a 45 minute shoot [20 minutes with a black leather jockstrap and 25 minutes nude]. I helped him with posing and getting an erection [with a little oil and fondling].

Mr. Anderson went second [Mr. Janus chose to go last]. He showered and I got his gin-tonic while Mr. Nelson was finishing his shoot. He complemented me on getting his drink "just right". I helped him pose a couple of times and got felt up both times.

About halfway through Mr. Anderson's shoot I led Mr. Janus to the shower and, after he'd done, gave him his scotch-rocks.

I watched his shoot, unbuttoning my shirt slowly, teasing him. I had 2 buttons left when he switched from seminude to nude and, after getting a few "limp" shots, asked for help getting an erection.

I was happy to be of use after Mr. Collier okayed it.

I went over and whispered into his ear "I hope I'm going to get some of that sooner than later, Mr. Janus."

Then I squatted beside him and fondled his cock to full erection.

I returned to the counter and opened the last shirt button, leaving only the next to last fastened. Then I turned my back and raised the shirt to give him a peak at my ass.

Finally, I opened the next to last button and turned around to show off my red thong.

After this last shoot, Mr. Collier asked "Are you gentlemen interested in the 9 Balls with me and Val? I'll buy the first round."

They all opted in. Mr. C put his arm around my shoulders and whispered, "Don't forget your charms, and keep the thong on.". I nodded and said I would. I actually carried them most of the time and had them tonight.

When I walked Mr. Janus back to the shower, he slapped my ass and muttered "Little cocktease," and smiled tightly.

I went back and dressed, leaving my thong on and briefs off. I also put my charm necklaces [BOTTOM and SLUT] on.

Mr. C was talking to Mr. Janus about a future shoot. He said "Let's do lunch next week. He won't be available until July 1". They shook hands and we headed out to...

9 BALLS BAR

We arrived a little after 8:30 pm and Robbie was tending bar. Mr. Collier asked me to order drinks and join them at the pool table.

We played a few pairs with each of the men sitting a game out. When I partnered with Mr. Janus, we talked about sex, and he kept fondling and caressing my shoulder or hip or jaw or ass.

Around 10:00 pm Robbie came over with a round of drinks on the house and a notebook page with a neatly printed sentence at the top and signatures filling the rest of the page, front and back.

The sentence read "We, the patrons of 9 BALLS, hereby request that our hot, sexy friend, Val, remove those unneeded slacks and come say hello".

Mr. C said "Sure!"

I nodded several times and finished my 7th or 8th White Russian and took a sip from the fresh one. Mr. Janus was the biggest of the 4 men, so I stepped behind him and removed my hip huggers., straightened my shirt, and went to the bar counter.

I strolled down the left side of the bar counter, up the right, down the right booths and up the left.

And I got pats and slaps on the ass, kisses [generally combined with fondling my ass and /or lifting my shirt]. A lot of the men pulled me against them or onto their laps. A few handed me calling cards and I told them to see Mr. Collier or leave it with Robbie to pass along.

It was a little past 10:00 p.m. when I returned to the pool table area. Mr. Anderson suggested we continue at his home, and we all agreed. Mr. Collier grabbed my hip huggers and we left.

Misters Anderson, Nelson and Janus went in one car, and I went with Mr. Collier.

And he had me strip to my thong before I got into the car.

The others were there when we arrived. Mr. Anderson opened the garage and, after Mr. C and I drove in, he closed it behind us.

Usually, Mr. Collier goes in ahead of me , then I go in straight to the kitchen and get drinks.

Tonight, he put an arm around my shoulder and walked me into...

TED ANDERSON'S HOME

Misters Collier, Anderson, Marcus and Janus

...and straight into the living room. Everyone was still dressed.

Mr. Janus came over, hands behind him, leaned toward me and, staring into my eyes and speaking to Mr. Collier, said "This one needs another necklace with a COCKTEASER charm."

He stood straight and brought his hands, and a leather covered paddle, forward.

"A lesson must be learned. Bend over."

I was scared silly. The paddle looked all business. I closed my eyes and he swung. I let out an involuntary little "No!!" and...

Well...

The reverse side of the paddle was cushioned, which was the side he hit me with.

Talk about embarrassed.

Everyone else found it amusing, and Mr. Janus straightened me up and hugged me, kissed me and slapped my ass lightly and said "I couldn't resist. Keep working on that tease."

I thanked him and thanked him "even more" for not using the business side of the paddle.

Mr. Collier said he'd help me get drinks and we went into the kitchen.

In the kitchen he got glasses down and while I poured and mixed. He smiled and said "You should have seen your face."

I laughed. "I wish we had it on film.". For a few seconds I'd been embarrassed, but I'd got over that quickly.

Mr. Collier took his drink and I loaded up a tray with the rest and took them into the living room.

I served from left to right [Mr. Nelson and Mr. Anderson on the sofa, then Mr. Janus in the right armchair. All of them, except Mr. Collier, were naked ] I put my drink on the coffee table.

Mr. Janus sipped his drink and touched my shoulder. "Hold this.". He put it in my left hand. I started to put the tray, in my right hand, down but he said "Don't".

He leaned forward and licked my lips, kissed me and pulled my thong down to mid-thigh. He smiled and told me to not spill.

And he stated jerking me off.

He went on for a couple minutes and stopped only after I spilled a little of his drink.

He took it and sipped it and pushed my shoulder down. "Good try." He gave his cock a couple strokes . I licked and sucked the head for a few minutes .

Then Mr. Janus pushed almost half of his 10" cock into my mouth and told me to "Suck me, good and slow hot stuff!"

Mr. Anderson lit a joint, took a hit and passed it to Mr. Nelson.

I sucked Mr. Janus's cock slowly, trying to take it into my throat occasionally, and succeeding more often than not.

Mr. Anderson said something to Mr. Nelson and they both chuckled.

Mr. Janus placed his hand on top of my head, sipped his drink, and took over, fucking my mouth for a good five minutes. I was drooling like mad when he finally withdrew his saliva-covered cock. He knelt and slapped my ass and told me to turn around.

Mr. Nelson took a hit and passed the joint to Mr. Collier, then finished his drink and went into the kitchen.

I turned around and Mr. Janus lubed and stretched my hole and slowly filled it with his slick cock.

Mr. Collier took a short hit, stripped to his jockstrap and sipped his drink.

Mr. Janus pushed my shoulders down to the floor and started fucking me with long, steady strokes.

Mr. Nelson came out of the kitchen and came over to us and squatted near my head. "All right! You fuck that slut, Mr. Janus!". He brushed my hair, "Yeah, you're a pretty young buck."

He straightened up and went to Mr. C, relit the joint and took a small hit. They talked softly for a few minutes, then Mr. Nelson went back to the sofa, beside Mr. Anderson.

Mr. Janus let go of my arms and told me “Up on your elbows". He slapped my ass twice, grabbed my hips and fucked me faster. "You like that better? More comfortable?"

"Yeah-huh hmmm..." I let my words trail into moans.

Mr. Nelson told Mr. Anderson "I'll go last, I told Collier already."

Mr. Janus slowed down for a few minutes, then sped up and shortened his strokes.

Mr. Nelson took a drink, "Kid loves to fuck. Or to get fucked."

Mr. Anderson patted Mr. Nelson's thigh and told him, "He loves cock, period. In his mouth, in his ass, in his hands, and the more the merrier. And he's bottom, no exceptions."

Mr. Janus thrust his cock in deep and unleashed a huge load of cum. He licked my ear and sucked my earlobe, licked my jaw. I turned my head and he kissed me and shot a couple more spurts into me.

He patted my ass, withdrew and went to clean up.

I sat up and took a long swallow of my White Russian, looking at Mr. Anderson.

He smiled and went to Mr. Collier and talked with him for a minute. Mr. C told me to get myself a refill and return "in about 5 minutes".

I readjusted my thong and went into the kitchen and finished my drink. Then I waited three minutes, made a refill and went into the living room.

Misters Anderson and Collier took me to the living room counter and stood me against the wall beside it. [There were two counters: one between the kitchen and living room and the other between the kitchen and dining room.]

Mr. Anderson turned my head to face him, held my jaw and kissed me. I resisted for a few seconds, then opened my mouth. He opened his mouth wider, covering my lips, and thrust his tongue into my mouth.

Mr. C licked and sucked my earlobe.

Mr. Anderson withdrew his tongue and I pushed mine into his mouth and he sucked it hungrily.

Mr. C licked the outside and inside of my ear.

Mr. Anderson broke the kiss and turned my head toward Mr. C. And Mr. Collier kissed me, taking my tongue into his mouth.

They traded me back and forth, sometimes both kissing me together, for over 5 minutes.

Mr. Collier gave me my drink. I drank half of it, watching Mr. Anderson lubricate his cock. Mr. C put my White Russian on the counter and put my left hand on his cock and said, "This is one of those nights when I can hardly wait to get my cock up your hot ass, baby doll.".

Then he pinched my nipples, licked my lips and went back to his chair.

Mr. Anderson told me to turn and face the wall and finished his drink while I turned around.

He yanked my thong down and I stepped out of the left leg.

He lubed my hole, put the lube on the counter and ran his fingernails up my thighs. He pushed my feet wide apart, stepped up and nudged his 7.5 inch cock into my fuckhole. He teased, making me wait 10 seconds that felt like 10 minutes, then thrust his cock home and started fucking me slowly for a few strokes, then at a good, steady pace.

Mr. Nelson went over to Mr. C and stood over him, watching me and Mr. Anderson. He massaged his cock and said, "It must be nice having that available 24/7."

Mr. Collier sipped his drink, "Are you a bottom, Marcus?"

Mr. Nelson moved around between Mr. Collier's legs and knelt, "I'm versatile. I'll suck your cock dry if you'll let me have him for 24 hours."

Mr. Anderson sped up, breathing huffs into my ear while I let words float out of my throat randomly.

Mr. Nelson took Mr. Collier's dick into his mouth and Mr. Collier had to struggle to get him off. He stood, forcing Mr. Nelson to do the same.

"Yeah...fuck me hard...feels...so good..." I squirmed, just a little, "yes..."

Mr. C told Mr. Nelson "Ted said you're a top. "

"Uh, yeah, I uh, told Ted that. I'm versatile but I'll top Val."

"Don't overdo it. Just be aggressive.".

Mr. Anderson pulled me back a little, forcing me to bend forward to brace my palms against the wall.

He grasped my hips and fucked me in short, fast strokes.

And 5 minutes later he put his arms around my waist and shot a big load of cum into me. He lifted me a few inches off the floor and shot a few more streams into me. It felt odd [good odd] and left me hoping for an airborne fuck.

He withdrew and let me down, patted my ass and went to clean up.

I asked if anyone wanted a refill and got a yes from Mr. Nelson and Mr. Janus, who brought his glass over and, after handling it to me, helped me take my thong off my right foot.

When I returned, Mr. Nelson took his and my drinks and waited, near the living room counter, while I delivered Mr. Janus's drink.

I went to Mr. Nelson. He gave me my drink and we drank [I swallowed half of mine]. He gave me his and told me to put them on the coffee table. I did, bending over to do it, and he placed his right hand between my shoulder blades and fondled my ass and probed my hole with his left.

He told me to not move, took a jar of lubricant from the counter and lubed his 8" cock.

Mr. Nelson straightened me up and slapped my ass, "Hands and knees. You ready for this dick?"

I was always ready for more cock, but I kept my answer to "Yes".

He knelt behind me and pushed two fingers into me, "Do you want it?"

I said yes.

And he pushed his cock into me and whispered into my ear and said, "That's too bad. I like a little struggle sometimes". Then he straightened up, gripped my shoulders and started fucking me hard and steady.

Mr. Collier moved over beside Mr. Anderson and seemed to be talking about me or Mr. Nelson or both of us.

Mr. Nelson pushed my thighs up and out, lowering me a couple inches. He bent sidewise to brace his left hand on the floor and his right on my hip and continued fucking me.

Mr. Andrew lit another joint and it got passed around among Misters Anderson, Collier, and Janus.

Mr. Nelson withdrew and sat back on his haunches, said "Turn over, belly up", motioning with his left hand, and finished his drink.

I got up and drank most of my White Russian and laid down. He started stroking his cock, freshening the lube.

I bent my knees and pressed my legs together.

He moved to hands and knees and crawled toward me. When he got a couple inches from me, I spread my legs and let him crawl on top of me, shove his cock into me and get back to fucking me.

Rule 1 of teasing [for me, at least] was knowing when not to do it. I still had a lot to learn but the look on Mr. Nelson's face seemed pretty clear. There's teasing and there's prick-teasing and the latter is thin ice.

Mr. Nelson fucked me, my legs over his shoulders, for over 10 minutes. Then he withdrew, let my legs drop and straddled my chest and said, "You'll swallow."

I said No.

And he stroked his cock, "Down your throat or on your face."

I hesitated [as though I didn't love taking cum in my ass, in my mouth and on my face] and opened my mouth.

Mr. Nelson said, "Good boy.". He stroked his cock for a few seconds, then grunted and filled my mouth with a large load of cum. When he withdrew, he immediately covered my mouth and nose until I swallowed

He kissed me, probing my mouth for a full minute, then went to clean up.

It was still early, barely 1:00 a.m., so the men ordered refills [except Mr. C, who ordered a tonic and lime] and talked about recent hookups.

Mr. Janus had picked up blonde German twin 18 year old boys "...whose most noticeable difference is below the belt. One has 6 inches and the other has 8 inches.". He asked Mr. Collier how difficult processing 8mm film was and Mr. C said "Oh, I can get you up and running in 4 or 5 sessions. Call me tomorrow morning, we'll talk."

Mr. C told me to talk about the Cockpit. I kept it brief but explicit. And much as I felt guilty about leaving 3 of the 4 guys with hard-ons, Mr. Collier made a phone call at a few minutes before 2:00 a.m. and spoke with two people, then told me we had to go.

We said good nights and arrived at 2:20

9 BALLS BAR

Herr Andres and Mr. Collier

Robbie let us in and told us to "Please make it fast. I could get into trouble for this."

Mr. Collier smirked, "You're fine, Robbie. Just pour us our usual and keep the coffee hot. If the police come by, you'll have time to put the drinks under the counter". He handed Robbie two twenties and we went to the counter.

The man we were meeting [who I was told to call Herr Andres for now] was in his early 50s, 6 foot, toned, with graying blonde hair, a trimmed blonde moustache [and, I'd find out at our next meeting, average body and chest hair, trimmed pubic hair, a thick 10 inch cock and large, shaved balls]. He was wearing a forest green three piece suit, pale gold shirt , gold tie and brown shoes.

Herr Anders took Mr. Collier aside for few minutes.

Robbie brought drinks, including one for himself, and we drank and talked. Robbie asked if I was going to make another shirt and "panties" appearance. I said I thought so...

...and Mr. C and Herr Andres came back and sipped their drinks.

Herr Andres came over and opened my shirt. He ran his palms over my hairless chest, twisted my nipples then looked into my eyes and opened my hip huggers.

Mr. Collier came over and handed me my drink. I took a long swallow. Robbie took my glass and put it on the counter.

Herr Andres slid his hand into the front of my briefs. I smiled, just a little, and opened my mouth slightly as he fondled my hard dick.

Mr. C said something in German. Herr Andres said "No, thank you." He patted my ass and went around to lean against the bar rail.

And Mr. C told me to lower my hip huggers. I lowered them to my ankles, then straightened up slowly, glancing at Herr Andres fleetingly, then bowed my head.

Mr. Collier asked Robbie for lube. Robbie got a small jar and offered, joking, to "do the honors". Mr. C yanked my briefs down to my knees, then pushed his slacks and jockstrap down to his knees and told him, "Go ahead, buddy. My cock, then Val's hole."

Robbie enjoyed himself just enough, and Mr. C moved me over to bend forward and hold the bar rail.

[Mr. C was in his fifties, 5 foot 10, 158, slim with wiry muscles. He was rough-looking [he looked like a Marine, really], was dark blonde, with a moustache, light body hair, a trace of chest hair, a coppery tan and a 6.5" cock.]

He patted my ass cheeks and nudged the head of his 6.5 inch cock into my fuckhole. I looked at Herr Andres and puckered up, then opened my mouth a little and sighed when Mr. Collier thrust his cock into me and immediately started fucking me fast and hard.

Herr Andres watched , for the most part, silently. He did whisper to Robbie once. Robbie responded softly "It's hard to measure, but the customers seem to stay longer when he's around."

Mr. Collier held my shoulders and fucked me in long, steady strokes.

And I continued to look up at Herr Andres occasionally, sometimes briefly and sometimes lingering and very rarely licking or puckering my lips.

Mr. C grasped my hips and fucked me faster. He slapped my ass lightly and grunted, "God damn I need to do this more often!"

I squirmed a little and licked my lips. I looked up at Herr Andres and moaned loud enough to be heard. "S'good...feels so good..."

Herr Andres opened his coat and fondled his cock through his slacks.

Mr. Collier groaned and released a large cumload into me. He withdrew and shot a few streams across my ass.

Herr Andres said something in German and Mr. C nodded and said "Sure!". He patted my ass and told me to "Turn around, squat and hold the bar rail".

I changed position and he stepped closer, "Now clean it up , babe".

I managed it hands free. Afterward Mr. Collier helped me to my feet, and I excused myself to the restroom to clean up. Mr. C came in and washed up, too, and dropped a hint that "He's a movie producer, and he likes what he sees. I'll tell you more Sunday."

I thanked him, wondering if I might get a trip to Germany out of this.

I returned as Herr Andres was getting set to leave . I straightened up and the three of us said our good nights. Robbie locked up and took off on his Kawasaki. Herr Andres said "I will see you both again, very soon. Danke schoen".

On the drive home Mr. Collier filled me in a little on Herr Andres. He was a producer of hardcore pornography and softcore erotica for which Mr. Collier occasionally provided cast for. He shot in Europe and America and occasionally had "Meet the Players" soirees in Sweden, Germany, New York and Las Vegas.

Mr. C pulled up across the street from my house and said we'd talk tomorrow.

HOME

I got in and locked up, turned the second floor light on, then crept to the living room. It was the only light on down here, and that was the light from the projector.

I expected to find Mr. Drake asleep on the sofa, but instead found Saikawa-san, very much awake. He was wearing green briefs, the front pulled down under his balls, lazily fondling his thick 8" cock. He was watching a "men in prison" feature.

He looked up at me, smiling, and said "Late-night. You had fun?"

I said I had and that I was going to shower and bed.

He motioned me over and I went to him and stood between his legs. He smiled, "I think you want my cock almost as much as I want it in you." He put my hand on it, "How about you help out a horny guy in need of a quick blowjob."

I knelt and fondled his cock, which he was right about me wanting it [if it’s hard and over 6" it's fair game], took it into my mouth and started sucking it.

He was right on the quick part, too.

Less than 5 minutes later he took over, holding my head and fucking my mouth. And about half a minute later he shot a pretty good cumload into my mouth, which I obediently swallowed.

Then to the shower and bed 😁

Til next time!

Val