Val: Mr. Church and Friends

[4 June 1972]

Sunday morning after a long, sex-filled day that ended just 4 hours ago. I woke at 8:00 am, took a shower, threw on a short robe and went downstairs to start coffee.

Mr. Drake, wearing a long black bathrobe, had beat me to it and was at the table, drinking black coffee. He tried to pat my ass as I passed him, but I swerved and smiled at him.

Saikawa-san, wearing slacks and t-shirt, came down and made breakfast for us while I went over my day.

I had the party from 11:00 to 6:00 for Mr. Church. Then a shoot from 7:30 to 9:00 and drinks after. A light day depending on what happened at the first job.

I caught up on some comics til 10:15, then shaved, had a quick shower and freshened up [deodorant, etcetera].

Mr. Drake came up while I was getting my clothes together. He sat on my chair and watched me dress [and, aware of his watching, I slowed or eroticized some of my movements]. I dressed in blue jockstrap, black hip huggers, turquoise shirt and white deck shoes.

Mr. Drake told me "I may have to keep Mitch in Chicago a little longer, bring him back Monday, the 12th."

I said he didn't need to stay here for the extra days but [no real surprise] he said he wouldn't feel right leaving me alone.

I grabbed a pair of blue briefs and a shorty mesh tank.

Mr. Drake got me to the theatre at 11:40 and Mr. Church was looking at the lobby cards. Mr. Drake came with me and introduced himself and wrote down Mr. Church's licence plate number.

Mr. Church went over my duties on the drive over. "First, the party and discussions will take place in the basement. The photo shoots can be done anywhere inside, except the basement, or outside, in the back yard. Same with any...action. I have a 10 foot fence and a good relationship with the neighbors. Both of the immediate neighbors occasionally join in our parties.

"Your primary duty is to keep drinks flowing and faces smiling. If you can't resolve an issue, bring it to me. I'll be in the living room."

I told him I had briefs, jockstrap and shorty tank. He said to start with the tank and jockstrap but to not be surprised to be working full nude before the day is done. He also gave me a pink baseball cap with "Here 4 You" printed on it, to wear always. He also said to wear my shoes outside only, to leave them on the porch when coming inside.

We arrived at...

Mr. Church's Party

... at 12:15 pm and a short man named Vince greeted us. He was 5 foot 5, stocky and potbellied, bald headed with a trimmed black moustache and goatee, light body hair and, I'd find out shortly, shaved pubic hair, big balls and 9 inches of cock.

Vince took my shoes, and we went up to a lockers room with 40 lockers, 2 benches, 2 chairs, a dressing table and mirror, a 7 foot wall mirror and a coat hanger.

He opened a locker and gave me the apron [a very small zipper purse on a rawhide thong ] and asked "Need some help there?"

I said no thank you.

He licked his lips, "Do you mind if I get comfortable and watch?"

I opened my hip huggers and smiled at him. I told him to relax as completely as he wanted to, and that I liked to have men watching me.

I wriggled out of my jeans and put them in the locker. I looked over and smiled. He was standing, slacks opened, massaging his exposed cock.

I thanked him for the very large, sincere complement then bent over, kissed his cockhead and straightened up.

He smirked, and for a few seconds there was something truly malevolent about him, something that turned me on high-heat.

I took my shirt off and put it in the locker, giving Vince a good look at my ass. Finally, I asked him to help me with the tips purse [during which time he managed to fondle or pat my ass around half a dozen times.]

I closed the locker while Vince rearranged his khakis [and it was my turn to watch him, as he stuffed his hard-on back into his slacks.]

He locked the door behind us and walked me down to the bar, in the dining room. He introduced me to Glenn, the bartender, got me a tray then took me down to the basement and went off to mingle.

It was here that the meetings and some transactions took place. There were 34 men and 12 boys [all 18 to 20].

There were also two photographers seated near the entry stairs. I went to say hi to them and the black one cut me off and told me I had to get a sponsor for a photo shoot. I said "I was just going to say hello. I work for Jeff--"

And the black guy interrupted again, "Oh, hey, girl knows how to drop names, man! Groovy! Now go find a man wants to bang your white ass and--"

And the blonde, who had been staring at me, said "Are you Val Taylor?”

I said yes and the black guy whispered "Oh shit."

The blonde shook hands and introduced himself as Zack and the black guy as Leonard. Leonard apologized and, after making him wait a few seconds, we shook hands, and I went to work.

The first order of business was to catch up with the drinks orders. I took 11 orders and got 3 requests to come back when I wasn't busy.

1:00 to 2:00 PM:

Ben Crown

I finished and returned to Ben, a short [5 foot 4, slim brunette 40-something with a soft face, a failing moustache, light body hair and a thick 6 inch cock.] [The clients had stripped to slacks or underclothes or nothing at all.]

He seemed nervous, even as he put his arm around my waist and brushed my ass with his fingers and asked for a photo shoot.

I took him to the photographers and Zack led us up to the shoot room. Ben paid $300 for 8 nudes and 12 action with penetration. [The photographers kept a log for each client to be paid when he left.] And I'll note here that most of the men there were involved in magazine or film production. The 3 or 4 who weren't were monied men. That said, the prices were: $150 solo client or model, $200 client + model no penetration, $300 client + 1 and $100 for every added model or client act, with penetration; with 60% of the total going to the model(s).

Ben kept his red briefs on and had a few photos of me in my jockstrap, then a few more of him taking the jockstrap off with me struggling to keep it on.

Next came the penetration shots. He got me on belly and elbows on the bed and stood on the floor. Gripping my hair, he held his balls and semi hard cock out and I sloppily licked all of it.

I sucked him a little, and he got on the bed, straddled me and fucked my mouth, [And while the 6inches length was great for sucking, he was very thick. I was just getting used to it when he withdrew and told me "Turn over, face the foot of the bed; elbows and knees."

I glanced up while I was turning and saw Mr. Church watching us. He stood there while Ben lubed my hole and continued to watch us as Ben slowly pushed his thick cock into me and began to fuck me. I looked at Mr. Church, biting my lower lip, then puckered up and smiled tightly.

Mr. Church said "Meet me in the dining room at 2:00 pm, Val. We have a proposition for you".

Ben told me to lay back and, when I had, he pushed my legs up and continued to fuck me.

A few minutes later, at 1:45, Jake ended the session. I thanked both of them, Ben slipped me $50, and I took my outfit and went to clean up

I dressed in the complete waiter outfit and went to the dining room.

2:00 to 4:00 PM:

Vincent Lee and Mr. Church

Mr. Church was sitting behind the desk. I started toward him and jumped, and squealed a little, when Mr. Lee came up from behind and touched my shoulder.

He smiled, lowered his hand to my hip and said "Come along now. We'll talk while I fuck you."

He walked me toward the desk, removed his slacks and dropped and stepped out of his briefs. I asked Mr. Church if he was joining us, and Mr. Lee said "He won't. I want to try you out myself. I'll let the staff have their shot another time. Face the desk."

He took lube from a jar on the desk, told Mr. Church to lube my ass and smirked as I watched him lubricate his 9 inch cock.

He barely glanced at me and said "I'll give you $350 more, under the table, if you'll stay another 8 hours.". He pushed half his cock up my ass. "Think it over." He thrust the rest of it in, put one hand on my back and the other on his hip, and started methodically fucking me. And, honestly, it was difficult to think about anything but Mr. Lee's cock pounding my ass.

But I didn't have to think about the offer, anyway. The extra would take me to around $750 for the day. I licked my lips and my cock throbbed as Mr. Lee ran his left fingernails, just barely touching me, up my left side, around to my chest and down to my waist then down over my left buttock.

He sped up a little and, with his right hand, loosely fondled my jockstrap cup. He asked, softly, "Well? Will you, do it?"

An easy answer but so hard. "I can't, Mr. Lee. If I was free, I'd do it in a heartbeat."

He gave no response for a minute, then said, "Right answer, Mr. Taylor. I'll be using you in future." He fucked me faster, and Mr. Church held my arms.

After a few minutes Mr. Lee slowed down and asked, "but I should verify, if you have time in future, would you be interested in working for me? Be honest. This particular uh...soirée, we hold once a month."

I said I'd be happy to attend if I could.

He said "Marvelous!", wrapped his arms around my waist and shortened and sped up his strokes.

Five minutes later he withdrew and stepped me back about 5 feet and told me to bend over and touch the floor. I did it [I was very flexible 😁], he went back to power fucking me and a few minute later he whispered "Ahh fuck yes!" and shot a huge load into my fuckhole.

It was a little past 3:00 pm. Mr. Lee told me to clean up, finish the 3:00 to 4:00 cocktailing, then mingle til 6:00 with the goal to see how much in tip money I could make in 2 hours.

I caught everyone up then began walking the room and almost immediately got hit on by a 30-some platinum blonde with a full moustache and goatee. He was 6 ft 2 inches and very well built, with a fighter's build rather than a bodybuilder's, light body and pubic hair and a thick 9 inch cock poking out of his green jockstrap. He said his name was Mr. Queen.

And I couldn't stop myself: I asked if Hal Jordan was here. [Comic book reference 😁]. He smiled and said "No, but if you're very, very good" he pulled his jockstrap down to fully expose his cock and balls, and I immediately knelt and began to suck it, "and interested in film mm" he brushed at my hair and I started fondling his balls, "I might be persuaded to arrange an emerald spit roast ah good boy!"

I sucked his cock for around 10 minutes, pausing only a few times to lick and suck his balls Then he reached behind my head and grasped my hair tightly, gripped my shoulder and started fucking my mouth.

A few men drifted over to watch and whispered among themselves.

I fondled his balls, ran a finger up his shaft and he withdrew, "god dam! Fuckin' mm! Open your mouth, wide...real wide and stick your tongue out far as you can."

I did and he stroked his cock a few times and shot a good load mostly on my tongue and a little on my lips and cheeks.

He gave me 2 personal cards, for Mr. Collier and for me and stuck a folded $20 into the band of my jockstrap.

Mr. Queen left and I stood and turned to go clean up and nearly ran into Mr. Lee. He had his arm around a tall, good looking boy of 18 to 20 who would cocktail for the last two hours. I gave the boy the tray and we wished each other good luck.

Then Mr. Lee took me up to the lockers room and told me to strip.

I put the cocktail outfit on a table. He glanced over and said "Shoes and socks too."

He gave me a crimson satin thong and dark red dance slippers and told me "Deck shoes are okay for waiting tables, but they're not very sexy. Freshen up and meet me downstairs."

4:00 to 6:00 pm

Vincent Lee's Clients

I cleaned up, put the slippers and the thong on, freshened the antiperspirant and sprayed a little cologne on, then went downstairs.

Mr. Lee took me to the basement and introduced me to a pair of "producers and friends from Soldier Boys magazines and films" [They were a branch of SBX Entertainment, Ltd.]

Mr. Lance Coperel [obviously an assumed name] was British, late 40s, 6 foot, slim with short brown hair, light body hair, shaved pubic hair, a 7 inch cock and large, shaved balls.

Sgt Wayne Duke [also an assumed name that took me a minute to get] was early 50s, 6 ft 4 inches, stocky with short black hair, light body hair, trimmed pubic hair, a 10 inch cock and average, shaved balls.

Mr. Lee introduced us, said "have fun with him, gentleman" and went over to talk to a group of three men.

Mr. Coperel put his arm around my shoulders, pulled me closer and kissed me. At the same time Sergeant Duke placed his hand on my ass, licking inside my ear while fondling me. Mr. Coperel shoved his tongue into my mouth and kissed me for nearly a full minute.

He broke the kiss and licked my lips, then took hold my right wrist and pushed my hand into his briefs. I gripped his hard 7 inch cock [a nice cock, easy to suck or take up the ass; I used to like the 5 to 7 inch cocks best but with experience I'd have to say that my favorite cock size changes day to day].

And I have to admit I was anticipating the Sergeant's 10 inch cock more than Mr. Coperel's 7 incher though I'd never show it.

Sgt Duke said "what say we go on out back."

Out in the back yard there were a dozen [plus /minus] collapsible lounges leaning against the fence and another 30 sturdier, wood ones with waterproofed fabric and no arms around the yard, a few in use. There were a half dozen tables holding ash trays and bowls of lube tubes and condoms.

My cock throbbed and my anticipation increased threefold as Sgt Duke stopped at a table, took a couple lube tubes, and looked around.

He whispered to Mr.Coperel, then patted my ass and they took me to an empty lounger. Sgt Duke excused himself and went over to talk to two middle aged men who were sitting, watching the action around the yard and talking.

Mr. Coperel dropped his briefs, straddled the lounger and leaned back. "It seems to me we left off at you sucking my cock."

I knelt beside the lounger, head near Mr. Coperel's bellybutton, licked inside his navel, then down toward his cock and barely touched it before veering off and licking his thigh-hip join.

Mr. Coperel muttered "there's a good lad."

I reached across to rest my right hand on his left thigh and began licking and sucking his shaved balls. I worked them for around a minute, then licked his cock from base to head.

Sgt Duke said "he's one of Collier's boys. He's got an eye for 'em". He continued talking with the two men [Misters Bannister and Norton, who I would learn more about at a later date] while all three of them watched me sucking Mr. Coperel.

A little more than 5 minutes later Mr. Coperel held my head still and started fucking my mouth.

The sergeant came closer and waited.

Mr. Coperel pumped a few more times, then he patted my shoulder and said "stand up now, you pretty little thing."

The sergeant helped Mr. Coperel to his feet, and Mr. Coperel said "sit down on the lounger, spread wide now."

No sooner had I sat on, and straddled, the lounger than was Mr. Coperel standing over me, also straddling the lounger, jerking off.

The Sergeant went around behind the lounger and seconds later I felt his fingers on my head.

Mr. Coperel suddenly grunted "Mmm yes!" and shot a huge stream of cum across my lips and cheek.

Someone shouted "SCORE!" and applause, and some laughter, followed it.

Mr. Coperel kept stroking, unleashing three more thick streams across my lips and cheeks.

Sgt Duke grasped my shoulders and pushed me forward and said, loudly, "Now clean him up good, babe."

I took Mr Coperel's cock into my mouth and licked and sucked it u he told me "Very good, pretty boy."

He went to clean up.

And I stood up and started to follow, but the Sergeant stopped me and asked "And just where do ya think you're going, sweetheart?"

I got out "I was just --" before he slapped my ass and said "Nope", and worked his briefs down and off, exposing his throbbing 10 inch cock. "Hands and knees, darlin'"

I got to hands and knees across the middle of the lounger. I felt someone lubricating my hole and turned my head to see Mr. Church. He smiled and I returned it, then I let out a loud sigh as Sgt Duke pushed his cock deep into my fuckhole.

He fucked me in long, steady strokes, for around 5 minutes, then withdrew and rolled me to my back.

A dozen men were watching us and talking and drinking and stroking their cocks.

The Sergeant spread my legs, thrust his cock into my ass, shoved my thighs up to my shoulders and fucked me faster and harder. I turned my head and saw that Mr. Lee had joined the group. He was naked except for a necktie, and he was stroking his 9 inch cock. A couple minutes later he shot a big load across my face. One of the boys, a short, golden blonde 18 year old, joined him and licked and sucked Mr. Lee's cock clean.

The Sergeant withdrew and told me to turn over. When I had he thrust his cock into me, managed 4 more strokes before he withdrew and shot 4 or 5 large cum streams across my ass, then patted my shoulder and said "damn nice, sweetheart," then went off to clean up.

Mr. Lee, back in his suit and tie, came to me with a beach towel and told me, "Mr. Ted Anderson is here to pick you up." he looked at his watch. "He said there's no rush", and he wiped my face, then my ass cheeks, "it's 10 to 6. Go through and say good night to the men, then get cleared up and dressed and see me."

I said goodnight to all of the men, including those in the back who weren't busy and, along with the pats, slaps and 3 kisses to my ass, I collected just over $300 in tips.

I went to the dressing room at 6:00 pm and showered and freshened up and dressed in half an hour.

Misters Lee and Anderson came in just as I finished. Mr. Lee gave me $100 for the cocktailing and $220 in tips which included business cards and notes attached to each.

Mr. Anderson asked what the total was. I took a few seconds and came up with $870 [$100 cocktailing, $180 photo shoot and $600 in tips ].

We all shook hands and Mr. Lee asked me to keep 2 dates in mind for July: Tuesday the 4tth and one evening the week of the 11th or 18th, both from 8:00 pm to 3:00 am. The position would be as Entertainment and the pay $250 plus tips and photo shoot pay.

I said I'd let him know by Friday and Mr. Anderson and I left.

We arrived a few minutes before 7:00 with a stop to get me two cheeseburgers that I scarfed [I hadn't eaten since breakfast].

Collier Photographers

Jeff Collier, George Morovic

Mr. Collier took me to the dressing room while I told him how the day went. I told him, and that I'd made almost $900.

He stood in the doorway, watching me undress. "I should have offered that to you, but it got by me.".

I told him it was no problem and held up a weird black sock. He chuckled, "tabi. Japanese socks. I like the look. Black jockstrap and red satin shirt. The next meeting isn't set yet but should happen between the 11th and the 25th. I'll give you a heads up on it."

I told him about Mr. Lee's July 4th request, and he smiled, "Wow! You met the big boss. He's an eccentric character, but sharp."

I told him I got fucked by the big boss. And agreed. And didn't tell him that he turned me on and that I would love to be kidnapped and gang fucked by him and a dozen of his cohorts.

"The 4th must be his own gig. I have a barbecue going from 2:00 to late. The studio's closed."

"Well, that cuts it close, but I think I can do it." I fiddled with the jockstrap, then put the shirt on. The hem fell about 3" below my crotch. "Eleven am to seven pm for Noguchi-san then 8:00 pm to 3:00 am for Mr. Lee."

"Mr. Lee will probably give you a ride or arrange for someone else to.". He checked his watch. "Almost 7:30."

We went up and walked into the lounge just as Mr. Morovic arrived.

Mr. Collier went over the options with him, and he chose the action-No Penetration.

I led him to the shower and made his scotch rocks when he finished.

While Mr. Collier and I waited for him, Mr. C took shots of me in the shirt and a few stages of removing it.

Mr. Morovic came to the set wearing a dark olive drab jockstrap. He was early 40s, 5 ft 10 inches, muscular with dark hair, average body hair, shaved chest, trimmed pubic hair and a thick 10 inch plus cock. He had a somewhat attractive but rough face that betrayed him as Army or Marine.

Mr. Collier explained we'd done sequence shots while ha showered, and we added a coupler more, me belly down on the bed and Mr. Morovic straddling my waist, pulling my shirt off, before starting the shoot.

The rest of the sequences were:

Me face up, Mr. M straddling my waist, pinning my arms to my sides, pulling his jockstrap down; cock semi -erect;

Mr. M kneeling on the bed; me stroking and licking his hard cock;

Me on elbows and knees on the bed, Mr. M kneeling behind me, grasping my shoulder, his cock flat between my ass cheeks; and

Me standing against a bed pole, gripping it tightly; Mr. M behind me, holding his thick cock, about to ram it up my hole.

I walked him back to the shower, his hand on my ass, then went back up front.

When Mr. Morovic returned, Mr. Collier said they would be ready July 1. The fee included 10 prints. Additional prints were $2.50 each.

Lastly, he told Mr. Morovic that we'd be offering film shoots come July. They discussed them for a few minutes during which I, wearing only the tabis and jockstrap, flirted subtly but mercilessly with Mr. Morovic. I turned to give him one more look at my ass, and he smiled and shook Mr. Collier's hand and said "well, you have my attention, both of you.". He shook my hand, pulled me closer, fondled my ass and slapped it and left.

Mr. Anderson came over from the waiting area, "he'll go for it."

Mr. Collier said, "I'm not so sure."

Mr. Anderson smiled, "he was wearing emerald cufflinks and he wants to fuck our pretty, lewd friend here."

I agreed and went to shower and freshen up. When I got out of the shower, Mr. C dangled a blue thong, "if you want it."

I smiled and took it [the thong was more elegant than the jockstrap]. I asked Mr. Collier what he thought of me switching to boots.

He nodded, "Not switching, but having a few types available. You want to go shopping next week?"

I said yes and finished dressing and Misters Collier and Anderson, and I headed to Blue.

Blue

Misters Anderson, Collier, Diamond and Maxwell

Set off in a little side street close to the darker side of downtown, Blue was a midsized bar with a long counter, wall seating, a half dozen 6-seat tables, a jukebox, pool table and a small stage.

We got there around 9:30 and the crowd of probably around 50 guys was light even for a Sunday. Forty-some of them were 45 up with the half dozen young men who were here all accompanying mature men.

On stage one of the young men, short and slim, was nearing the finish of a strip-tease, down to a bulging blue jockstrap.

The two bartenders, one slim [David] and one muscular [Glen, aka Goliath], were both shirtless.

Mr. Collier and Mr. Anderson got a table near the pool table and had me go get drinks.

I was waiting for the order when a tall man came up behind me and touched my shoulder and said, "Mr. Taylor."

I turned my head and licked my dry lips. I swallowed. I'd seen him twice in the 9 Balls and had figured he was gay.

But what if he'd just been following me?

Oh fuck. I cleared my throat, "yes sir, Mr.-"

"You and I need to discuss your summer. Your drinks are up. Deliver them and come back, just a few minutes."

I did and told Mr. C I'd be back shortly.

When I returned, Mr. Graham was sitting in a booth, watching me. I put a little sway into my hips and stopped at the counter and ordered a white Russian on his tab. I took a good swallow and joined the vice principal. He had me sit on the inside, between him and the wall.

He drank, "Does your uncle know about your sexual...experimentation?"

I said yes and that it wasn't really experimentation.

His thigh pressed against mine and he said "so who are your two friends?"

I told him Mr. Collier employed me at his photo studio 3 days a week and the other man was a friend.

He nodded, "I'd like you in my office tomorrow at 3:00. It's a comparatively minor thing, but we need to discuss.it before graduation." He patted my shoulder, "have a great evening."

He got out of the booth and went into the restroom and, a minute later, walked out and left the bar with another man. They kept their backs to me as they left.

I finished my drink, finally deciding the other man was Truarch. The thigh rub was possibly nothing. Maybe.

Well, I'd find out Monday.

I went back to our table and sat between Misters Collier and Anderson. Mr. C asked "what was that all about, if I can ask?"

I told him, and he leaned close and said "he might just want to get laid. But if it's a problem call me."

I said I would, took a swallow of my drink and whispered to Mr. Collier, asking if he wanted to play pool. He squeezed my thigh and said "in just a few minutes."

I nodded and said OK, doing my best to relax when what I wanted was to get fucked by every man in that bar, including the bartenders. Just handed from one to the next, used, and passed on.

It's a thing I had to work on.

Mr. C checked his watch, stroked my thigh and said "I've got to make a call. Get refills for Mr. Anderson and yourself. Ted, go on back and claim the table. I shouldn't be a few minutes but play a game while you wait: If our hottie here loses, he loses his hip huggers."

He took his drink and headed for the phones, I went for refills and Mr. Anderson went to the pool table.

We played a good game and were still playing when Mr. C returned. On my next shot I tried to squeeze by the 8 and didn't, sinking it instead.

I unbuckled my belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans.

Mr. Collier came to the front of the table where he and Mr. Anderson flanked me. Mr. Collier bent me forward, until my palms touched the tabletop.

A group of a half dozen men had come over and were talking softly. One of them asked "you want some help? No charge!"

Mr. Collier chuckled, "just a 25 cent handling charge." He pulled my shirt up to my waist, then he and Mr. Anderson pulled my jeans down under my hips, careful to keep my briefs and thong up, and took them off me.

One of the men asked how much "...a night's rental" would cost, and Mr. Collier patted my ass twice, put my jeans on a stool and pulled my shirt back over my ass and said "oops, party's over, guys. Hopefully next time we see you you'll refrain from calling my little sex-buddy a whore."

One of the guys said "nice going, Jack."

I told Mr. C "you could let 'em watch."

A few minutes later I was playing a round against Misters Collier and Anderson, flirting with them and teasing the other customers.

At 10:30 on the nose Frank Diamond arrived with another man and joined us at the pool table.

Mr. Collier introduced Mr. Diamond and Jeremy Maxwell aka Mr. Max. He winked at me and said "you remember Mr Diamond, Val."

Oh, yes, I remembered Mr. Diamond, very well. He reminded me of mid-forties Raymond Burr, from Burr’s Perry Mason days. He was 6 ft, slim but quite physically fit with dark grey hair, average body and pubic hair, a slim 7 inch cock and big balls. Add in Burr's brooding good looks and a general effeteness and Mr. Diamond became one of my favorite tops.

Jeremy Maxwell was in his 50s, 5 ft 6 inches, and fit with a small spare tire and a pot belly. He was bald with a trimmed Fu Manchu moustache, light body hair, shaved pubic hair and a 9 inch cock [some of which I found out later that night].

I said hello, and each of them waited a couple beats, then nodded and Mr Diamond said "Val's a hot little cockslut, Max."

Mr. Collier told me to get fresh drinks, "gin tonic for Mr. Diamond and vodka tonic for Mr. Max."

After I returned, we played 2 more games:

1st game: If my team [me and Mr. Collier] loses, Mr. Max removes my briefs.

Mr. Collier lost [purposely, I'm pretty sure] and Mr. Max took my wrist and dragged me [I struggled just enough to make it convincing] and for the last few steps carried me, to the right side of the pool table [the side most open to the lounge].

Then I settled down...until he got hold of my briefs. I tried to block him, and he said, sternly, "do I need to get a couple big guys to hold you?"

I shook my head and Mr. Max slowly pulled my briefs down and off and pocketed them.

Some of the customers started chanting "shirt! shirt! shirt!"

And Mr. Max quieted them by telling them “That’s next...and I need 10 volunteers, only 1 per group."

We went back to playing a single game between me and Mr. Max.

2nd Game: if l lose, I lose my shirt and get spanked.

This was close, but Mr. Max managed to pull off a last minute win.

I finished my White Russian and Mr. Max picked me up and carried to the right side of the table. I started unbuttoning my shirt, but he stopped me and took over.

He opened the shirt to my bellybutton, then turned me around and removed the shirt.

There were a lot of whistles and applause, and a few good natured calls of "cheater" when it was clear I was wearing a thong.

It was also obvious that I had a hard-on.

Mr. Max went over and spoke to the 10 men, age 30 to 60, who had volunteered for this.

He brought them over and lined them up in 2 rows 3 feet apart, the men in each row also 3 feet apart.

He came back to me and put an arm around my shoulders and said "this is just a little mini gantlet, cutie. You just walk through the two rows of horny guys, about 15 feet, each of whom will be trying to slap your pretty ass."

Well, that should be easy.

He continued, "blindfolded,"

Okay, a little harder.

"Backward."

I couldn't stop a little laugh. He might as well have bent me over and had them come to me.

They blindfolded me and Mr. Max said "and just to lend a hand, I'm going to guide you".

I was doomed!😁 I said thank you and he assured me "oh, any time".

He guided me between the two rows of men and right to the first two men. One grabbed my thigh, the other my cock and balls and both slapped my ass lightly.

The next two grabbed my thighs and took turns spanking me, 1-2-1-2. Third pair also held my thighs; the first slapped my ass HARD. Mr. Max said "not so hard, guys.". The first gave me a big, sloppy kiss and said "sorry, baby doll."

The fourth pair held me by pushing their firearms between my legs pressing their palms against my ass, then they spanked me in tandem. Mr. Max chuckled and said, "there, now that wasn't so bad, was it?"

I said no, it wasn't, wondering how I'd lost count.

He kissed me, filling my mouth with his tongue, and continued to gently move me along. He broke the kiss and as I asked "can I--?" He said "that's a tasty little tongue there, hot stuff. I can hardly wait to slide my poppa bear fuck-meat into your pretty little mouth and up your hot ass. "

My dick throbbed and released a little cum.

Mr. Max said "woops! Bend forward, quick! Low ledge!!"

I bent, he gripped my biceps, two guys grabbed my thighs, I squealed in surprise, and they slapped my ass a dozen times before Mr. Max called "okay, enough!"

Mr. Collier came over and said “let's go to the restroom," and led me to it as the customers cheered me.

Mr. Collier took the blindfold off me and wet it, then handed it to me, "how you feel? Think about it."

I wet the handkerchief and wiped my face, then my eyes. I'd teared up out there but what I felt wasn't just humiliation. I dabbed my eyes and looked at him, "humiliation, the same as when mom would take me over her knees, yank my pants down and bare-bottom spank me in front of my siblings or, worse, my friends.

"But also...gratitude and pride, like being chosen for a magic trick.

"But mostly...I was horny, I came a little in my thong and I'd maybe like to do one that isn't fixed."

Mr. Collier produced a tube of cream and spread it over my ass cheeks. I squirmed and gently wiggled as he massaged it in.

A tall, good-looking 30something guy, well hung judging by the bulge in his jeans came into the restroom and stopped. "The lady of the hour! I got dibs when you're done, man."

I asked if he had a rubber and he said no.

Mr. Collier said next weekend, then asked the guy if he had ever modeled.

He hadn’t but agreed to come by Tuesday around 7:00 pm to interview.

We went back to the pool table and agreed to take the party to Mr. Anderson's house.

Mr. Collier let me put my deck shoes on and keep my thong on but took everything else. Then all of us [Misters Collier, Anderson, Diamond, Maxwell and me ] made the rounds, Mr. C saying good night to his friends and clients. He was also making me available close up for a good night kiss or feel, and making it clear I was available through him.

After around 10 minutes we left for...

Mr. Anderson's Home

Misters Collier, Anderson, Diamond and Maxwell

We arrived at just about midnight: Mr. Anderson by himself, parked in the driveway, then Mr. Collier and I parked in the garage and Mr. Diamond with Mr. Maxwell parked on the street.

I waited for all of them to go inside, then took my shoes and thong off and entered, naked, from garage to kitchen.

Mr. Collier was waiting for me and, putting his hand on my ass, told me Mr. Maxwell wants "whatever you're having". He squeezed my ass hard and smiled. "You on Black or White Russians?"

I said that I was mostly on White, until autumn. He nodded, patted my ass and went to join the others.

The men were in various states of undress. Mr. Collier had an open shirt and a black jockstrap on: Mr. Anderson was naked; Mr. Diamond socks and shoes and Mr. Max a red tank top and jockstrap.

I served Mr Diamond [in the right recliner], Mr. Max [on the right end of the sofa] who told me to leave him for last, Mr. Anderson [on the left end of the sofa], Mr. Collier [in the left recliner]. Then I put the tray on the kitchen / living room serving counter and took my and his White Russians to...

Mr. Max

He took our drinks while I got seated, then he gave mine back to me and raised a toast "to pretty, sexy bitch-boys; present company especially."

We drank and Mr. Max put our drinks on the end table, stood up facing away from the sofa and dropped his jockstrap.

I moved over in front of him and, looking up at him, held his semi-hard cock and stroked and licked it.

Mr. Collier moved over to sit beside Mr. Anderson and took a joint out of his left shirt pocket. They walked in to the kitchen.

I licked and sucked Mr. Max's balls, continuing to gently stroke his cock.

Mr. Collier and Mr. Anderson talked softly as they shared the joint. Mr. Collier said something about "...three for sure and possibly five new after 15 July."

I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out. Mr. Max rubbed his cock head up my tongue and, as I opened wider, pushed his thick 9 inch cock into my mouth and barely, taunting, into my throat. He smiled, looking at his cock, and after about 30 seconds he withdrew. I didn't, thankfully, gag but I still was far from being able to really handle even a slim cock in my throat.

He massaged my saliva over his rigid cock and pushed it back into my mouth, still smiling wickedly, "practice, practice, practice and you'll be a real popular slut. Meantime..."

I licked and kissed his shaft, tip to base, then worked on his balls. He stopped me after a couple minutes and turned his back and bent forward a little.

One of the things I hadn't done yet was to rim a guy. Or, as Mr. Max more succinctly put it: to kiss 💋 ass.

Mr. Collier and Mr. Anderson stepped out, into the garage.

Mr. Diamond smirked, "come on, princess, just kiss his ass. And you better get used to it if you're going to hang around me. If you're going to dribble all over me, I expect you to drool into my asshole first!"

I'd forgotten even the handfuls of rims I'd received, and Mr. Diamond's haranguing was not helping.

I started literally kissing Mr. Max's ass cheeks, fondling them gently.

Mr. Diamond came over, knelt beside me and said, "now try to do it like you want him to actually feel it."

I licked the crack between his ass cheeks, intending to go deeper, when Mr. Diamond grabbed my earlobe and hissed "spread his buttocks and shove your tongue up his ass, you little slut. Jesus!"

I could have got angry [and did a little], and could have got hurt [which I did, a little more], but finally decided to just do my best and forget that up to a couple minutes ago I hadn't realized that kissing ass was the same as rimming.

I squeezed Mr. Max'5 ass cheeks,, spread them and licked up to the dimple on his ass and back down to his asshole. I teased at the entry, pushed the tip of my tongue in, and withdrew it and asked for my drink.

And Mr. Diamond handed me a full White Russian. I thought I'd got a refill and forgot, but Mr. Collier told me, on the ride home, that Mr. Diamond had topped up my drink twice using Mr. Max's.

Oh well 😊.

So, I drank half of my White Russian, handed it to Mr. Diamond and turned all my attention back to Mr. Max's ass.

I spread his buttocks and licked around his hole, teasing, for a few seconds. He pushed backward and I flattened my tongue against his asshole. He moaned softly and whispered "please" [which felt completely not right to me; I really was becoming a bottom-only].

I licked around the rim again, stretching his hole, then thrust my tongue in a little, and withdrew.

I teased a little longer, only seconds, then stretched his hole and shoved my tongue in as far as I could.

Mr. Diamond placed his hand on the back of my head, gently keeping me from moving away.

I withdrew, then thrust it back in, withdrew and pushed it in gently and on for a couple minutes.

Mr. Max moved forward and said, quickly, "turn around now, shoulders and knees.". I turned around and took the position, cock throbbing as Mr. Diamond lubed my hole and I listened to Mr. Max lubing his hard 9 inch cock.

Mr. C and Mr. Anderson came back into the living room and watched us for a few minutes.

Mr. Diamond slapped my ass and said "ready, Max.". Then he poured the rest of Mr. Max's drink into my glass and gave it to me, "drink".

I drank half of it and wiggled my ass. I wasn't falling down drunk [I still had control] but was quite a ways past inebriated.

Mr. Max turned around, straddled my hips and shoved his cock up my ass.

He gave me a few seconds, then grasped my shoulders and started fucking me hard and fast.

Mr. Collier took a drag off a joint and looked at me, stroking his cock lazily, and exhaled slowly after I smiled at him.

Mr. Max power fucked me for a little over five minutes, then grunted "fuck yeah, you hot little dick-loving slut."

Mr. Diamond smiled and slipped his right thumb into my mouth. I sucked it hungrily.

Mr. Max slowed a little, still fucking me deep.

Mr. Collier and Mr. Anderson took the glasses to refill them.

Mr. Max fucked me faster and with shorter strokes, but just as deep. A couple minutes later he raised his head and neck [Mr. C told me later that he half expected him to howl] and moaned as he unleashed a huge load of cum into me. He shot a few more streams as he withdrew, kissed me, then went to clean up, with a promise that he'd "...see you again fuckdoll. And again, and again, and again."

Mr. Collier smiled and whispered to Mr. Anderson as they brought out and handed out drinks.

Mr. Diamond

...handed me my drink and I swallowed a third of it, then put it on the coffee table. My dick throbbed as he lubed his slim 7 inch cock.

Mr. Diamond told me, and helped me, to roll over. Once he had me on my back he dragged me, by my legs, away from the coffee table. He shoved my legs up, thrust his 7 inch cock into my hole and immediately started fucking me hard and fast.

After around 5 minutes he withdrew and told me to lay belly down, legs together. I did [it was a position that I liked and didn't get very often].

He straddled my legs, shoved his cock into me and continued fucking me hard.

Mr. Max returned, knelt beside me and covered my mouth. He told me “Just for kicks, hottie. Lick my hand if you want free". I said "Mmhm". The idea of being cuffed, gagged and fucked got a jolt of appreciation out of my cock.

Mr. Diamond fucked me, unrelenting, for a little over ten minutes more, then shoved his cock into me deep and shot a huge cumload up my ass.

Mr. C told me to "get on over here, babe".

Mr. Collier and Mr. Anderson

Mr. Collier was wearing only his open shirt, and was sitting up against Mr. Anderson, who was naked, on the sofa. Both had their outer leg spread wide and sported hard-ons.

I grabbed my drink and, swaying my hips lightly, went to join them.

Mr. Collier took my drink and I knelt between them.

Mr. C brushed my hair and said. "That's good, baby.". He clutched my hair lightly and pushed my head down, "now go ahead, suck my cock."

I licked and kissed and sucked his cock to its full 6.5 inch length, then sucked it greedily for a couple three minutes.

I heard the familiar sound of Mr. Anderson's cigar lighter and looked up as he lit a fresh joint. Mr. C said no, he was driving. Mr. Anderson held it Io my lips and I took a good drag and passed it to Mr. Max as he joined us.

I had a swallow of my White Russian, exhaled the smoke through my nostrils and swallowed my drink.

And got a case of the giggles, then a warm, almost physical rush of lust. I took Mr. Collier's cock back into my mouth and went back to riding it.

I sucked it for around 5 minutes, then turned my attention to Mr. Anderson. I licked and sucked his cock to its full 7.5 inch length.

I went back to Mr. Collier and, while he fondled my ass, I continued where I'd left off, sucking and licking his cock.

Mr. Maxwell and Mr. Diamond went over to the films shelf, browsing. Mr. Max took one off the shelf and said something about "...our pretty little thang...”... Mr. Diamond whispered something and both men chuckled.

Mr. C suddenly grabbed my head and held it, immobile, and started fucking my mouth. He withdrew after only a couple minutes and said "stand up and face Mr. Anderson."

I did, Mr. Anderson stood up and. held my biceps and I squirmed into Mr. Collier's fingers as he prepared my fuckhole to take his cock.

Mr. C lubed his cock lightly, slipped it. Into my hole and started fucking me slowly.

Mr. Anderson leaned closer and licked my lips. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out a little. He pressed his tongue against mine and sucked mine into his mouth.

Mr. C held my hips and sped up, breathing obscenities.

Mr. Anderson pushed his tongue into my mouth and kissed me for almost two minutes, then broke it.

Mr. Collier sped up and shortened his strokes, whispered "...hot little slut." He slapped my hip, then spread my ass cheeks. "You love this, baby doll. You just love cock...mmhuh...up your gorgeous ass!"

I nodded and said "yeah huh, yuh-huh..."

"uh-huh, and I'm gonna give you all the dicks you can handle, you--". And he wrapped his arms around my waist and shot a huge load up my ass. He pulled out and ruffled my hair. He said "Goddamn, I love fucking you, kid", and went to clean up.

Mr. Anderson kissed me again, deep, and broke it after a minute. He licked my lips, then my ear, my collar, and told me to kneel on the armchair, facing the back.

I took the position. He patted my ass, lubed his 7.5 inch cock lightly, slid it into my hole, held my hips and started fucking me with short, quick strokes.

Mr. Collier returned, kissed me and asked me if I wanted my drink.

I did. He brought it, I finished it and he headed to the kitchen to make another.

Mr. Anderson kept fucking me with quick, short strokes. He ran his hands up my waist and to my chest. He twisted and stretched my nipples, then slid his hands straight down to my balls and dick. He fondled them, teasing, then grabbed my hips and sped up. "Yeah, that's great that's my good boy." He sucked in air and gushed a long stream of cum into me, then slowed down, still cumming. "There's something to be said for an occasional quick. Sometimes it's just what the doctor...or attorney...ordered." He kissed me on the collar and went to clean up.

I showered last and by the time I'd cleaned up and returned to the living room, the men had dressed.

We spent the next 45 minutes [give or take a few ] talking [mostly the men ] and passing me, still naked, around the group. I was pleasantly surprised to feel Mr. Max's hard cock. Alas, he and Mr. Diamond were leaving too soon for me to do anything more than hope there would be a next time.

We arrived...

Home

Mr. Drake and Saikawa.-San

Mr. Collier told me he had received Mr. Zimmermann's loop scripts and we'd look them over Thursday.

When I got in, the only lights on were the under counter in the kitchen and the projector in the living room.

I went to the living room and found Mr. Drake and Saikawa-san on the sofa, wearing only their briefs, watching a loop of a postman seducing an 18 year old boy.

Mr. Drake saw me first and smiled, "hey hot stuff, come on in"

Saikawa-san stood and offered to get refills, but Mr. Drake told us to "let Val get those, Raizo."

When I returned, both of them had removed their briefs and were stroking their cocks as they watched the mailman getting his cock sucked.

I put our drinks on the coffee table and, before I could even turn around, Mr. Drake had grabbed me around the waist and spun me to face Saikawa-san.

Saikawa-san carefully removed my shirt and left my mesh mini tank, then yanked my hip huggers opened.

Mr. Drake said "down to his ankles." He fondled my balls and cock roughly.

Saikawa-san yanked my hip huggers down to my ankles, gave me a forceful kiss and held my head, immobile.

Mr. Drake picked up my drink and told me to "chug half". He held it to my lips, and we managed to get most of the half down my throat. The spillage just served to turn me on more.

Saikawa-san said, "on your hands and knees now, quick. I'm going to fuck your ass."

I got on hands and knees with their help wiggled as ass.

Saikawa-san spread my ass cheeks, then spread my fuckhole and, seconds later, pushed his tongue up into me.

I moaned and pressed my eyes shut as he licked and tongue-fucked my hole.

Mr. Drake held my head down and patted my cheeks, lightly, with his hard cock.

Saikawa-san lubed his cock, shoved it into me and started fucking me slowly.

I opened my mouth wide, and Mr. Drake held my head with one hand and my shoulder with the other and rode his cock along my tongue. He told me “Just like that for now. Mm, it's damned nice having a pretty boy at your sexual beck and call. Am I right, Raizo?'

"Hai! Yes, Leo. And a perfect ass, too."

They continued for a few minutes, in tandem, until Mr. Drake said "okay, Raizo." And ruffled my hair, "and you, baby, close your sweet lips and suck me, and I'll keep doing the driving."

It took them a few strokes but then they got it together, Mr. Drake fucking my mouth and Saikawa-san fucking my ass simultaneously.

It lasted a little less than 5 minutes, then Saikawa-san slapped my ass and sped up.

Mr. Drake withdrew and played with my nipples, twisting and stretching them.

A moment later Saikawa-san cried out softly and shot a big load up my ass.

Mr. Drake lubed his cock quickly and right after Saikawa-san withdrew from my ass, Mr. Drake thrust his cock in and started fucking me fast.

Saikawa-san wiped his cock with tissues and squatted, watching Mr. Drake fucking me and the film's postal worker cumming on the boy's ass.

Mr. Drake stopped moving and a couple seconds later blew a big load of cum into my hole.

A couple minutes later he withdrew, patted my ass, licked my ear and said "fucking sweet, baby.". Then, to Saikawa-san, "you want a shower, Raizo?"

Saikawa-san wanted to finish the loop first, so Mr. Drake went on up.

I stretched and said goodnight and headed up to shower and crash.

And found a note on my bathroom mirror that Mr. Weiss would call at 07:00 Monday morning.

And I'd worried I was going to have to fend for myself.

Til next time 😁

Val