When I entered the room, I noticed several changes had been made. A stripper pole had been placed in the center and four curved black leather banquettes surrounded it in a circle. The lighting had changed from blue to red. “Take a nap on one of the benches. You ever been on a pole before?”
“No.”
“Well, it’s not essential that you have. Just use it to show off that ass, that’s all they’ll be interested in anyway.” Bobby shut the door, and it took mere seconds for me to fall into a deep sleep.
Later, but long enough to feel a bit refreshed, a baseline thumping through speakers I couldn’t see and the dim red lights becoming bright woke me. As I tried to regain some bearings a man came in holding Stan’s camera, “Hi, I’m Dale. I’m the camera man for your next scenes.”
“Hi, I’m Eric.” It’s funny, but I had honestly forgot that everything was being recorded. My narcissism kicked in and I started to wonder how good I looked in the footage so far. I didn’t get time to ponder long as the sound of a group entering brought me back to reality.
“Ooh,” the cameraman said excitedly, “this is the first time anyone has ever worked with The First Red Wave.”
At first, I couldn’t quite place the name, but then I saw them, and I remembered reading about them online. Originally, they had started out as a support group for men who’d survived the first wave of AIDS in the eighties, but more recently they had become something of a legendary sex group that guys would volunteer to have bareback sex with. They all had pretty much the same look, a gauntness with thin limbs and swollen bellies from years of meds. There were a couple I had heard had never gone on meds but had miraculously kept a low viral load. A few had clearly had work done to reverse the effects of aging on meds with fillers and various body alterations. A few had scars from open heart surgeries and more than a few had scars from getting new knees or hips or shoulders. The meds might have kept them alive, but it hadn’t stopped the aging process.
They all seem to have borrowed from the wardrobe of an old Joe Gage movie.
An older man with thinning hair wearing a leather vest I knew damn well would never button up over his belly grabbed my ass with his huge hand, “I hear you’ve been a very bad boy.”
I grinned and looked up at him coyly from under my eyelashes. “So, they tell me.”
“I’m Jesse, get up on that pole and see if you can get us hard.”
I couldn’t place the song, just some generic gay club mix with a diva screaming over three chords and a drum machine. I grabbed onto the pole and squatted down in front of Jesse. He licked his index and middle finger and rubbed them along my crack.
“Come on, show us how much you want our cum.”
I did a few tricks I had learned from a friend who was a go-go boy, but I’ve never been a great dancer, and, in my head, I was sure I looked ridiculous. The cheers from the group would say otherwise, but I was not convinced. I found the best way to illicit praise from the men was to give them little mini lap dances, one after the other. Rubbing my ass on their crotches also gave me proof I was having the desired effect on them. More than half of them had pornstar size cocks hidden under their pants.
After a few rounds of lap dances Dale approached me, “So, if you want, why don’t you start going around and getting their cocks out, maybe a little oral action.”
“Okay.”
He went back to his position of inconspicuousness as I parted Jesse’s legs, knelt in front of him and started rubbing my face all over his crotch. Underneath I could feel his cock growing. I opened up his worn button fly, and his thick pink cock popped out at me. Quickly, I went to work on it while the guy next to him played with my ass. After Jesse, I went to the left and got the next guy hard, and so on and so forth around the circle, until I was back at Jesse’s cock.
Jesse grabbed his cock and waved it at me, “You ready for some vintage strain?”
“Yes sir.”
“Turn around and grab your ankles.”
Jesse’s face filled my crack and his unusually strong tongue managed to loosen up my swollen hole. Soon he gave his next instruction, “Sit on it and milk my cock.”
My hole found the head of his cock and I slowly pressed my ass down onto it, whimpering a bit from the pain.
“Bitch, it’s a punishment, it’s supposed to hurt,” Jesse yelled at me and then kicked my feet out from under me, slamming me down on his dick.
I couldn’t help but scream out, which brought cheers from the men. Somebody grabbed me from behind under my arms and started pumping me up and down on his cock. “He just needs a jump start,” somebody said.
“Come on boy, work that dick on your own,” Jesse said.
I got my feet up onto the seat and leaned back to one side of Jesse’s head and slowly started working his cock with my ass.
The cameraman, Dale, squatted in front of me and got a good shot of the cock in me and then he raised back up to get a shot of the both of us in full length. The newly made whore in me combined with the old performer in me, and I started to really play to the camera. While I wasn’t able to find a rhythm on the steel pole in the center of the room, I made up for it riding Jesse’s pole. He pinched my nipples, making me bear down on his cock with my ass. The added friction must have been a surprise, because he shot his load deep inside me, holding my torso in a tight bear hug against him.
Dale gave a look of exacerbation and made an announcement to the group. “Remember guys, you need to start your cumshot on his hole and then slide your dick back in. Eric, when I get into position, I’m going to point at you, at which time I want you to release his cock and let his load slide out after it.”
“Okay.”
He got down with his camera and bright light and pointed at me. I relaxed my hole and Jesse’s softening cock slipped out, followed by a bit of his cum.”
“Perfect! Now move to the next dick.”
The ‘next dick’ wasn’t the clearest direction as they seemed to be everywhere. Dale saw my look of confusion and pointed to the Latino guy sitting next to Jesse stroking a thick uncut cock slathered in precum. I stretch my right leg over him and slid down on him, using Jesse’s nut as lube.
I would travel around the circle a total of three times before everyone had gotten to use me once or twice. Dale indicated he had more than enough useable footage just as Bobby came in to offer everyone a free drink in the bar for their participation, a clever way of getting everyone out of the room. As the space emptied, he came over to where I was receiving a compliment from one of my many costars. Once the last man had gone through the curtain he ordered, “Get up on that seat and show me that hole.”
I did as I was told.
He stuck a few fingers in me and stroked his cock through his jeans. “Fuck, that’s hot.” He unzipped his pants and jammed his cock into me, stroking quickly. “Don’t have much time, You’re gonna have to be their server since we’re short staffed tonight.” He pounded hard in me until he added one of the warmest loads I’d had.
“Clean me off.”
I turned around and sucked all the juice from my ass off him, still on my knees on the seat. He took a towel out of his back pocket and wiped me off and then slid a plug into my ass. “Here put this on,” he said wiping my spit off his dick and handing me a black leatherette thong. “There’s a pair of boots by the door you can were for the evening. Anyone wants to fuck you, you let them, we’ll call it your tips.”
Upstairs in the bar, I took care of The First Red Wave as they occupied a corner. At first their conversation centered around fucking my ass and they taunted me by dropping things and then spanking my ass when I picked them up. After a while the excitement of the porn shoot wore off and they started talking about the past and everything they’d been through since the eighties. They talked of loss, of illness, stories about trying experimental drugs with horrifying side effects, and about the people who’d been their saviors in the darkest times like surprisingly understanding family members and lesbians who became versed in-home hospice. It was interesting to hear about their history, a history I was probably now part of and would be until I died.
Walking around the bar it finally dawned on me to look at a patron’s watch to get a bearing on time. It was almost midnight according to a cheap black Casio covering part of a fiery tattoo on a hairy man’s arm. Twenty-four hours, that’s all I had left. If I was being honest, I was kind of looking forward to it, although I did wish I could get a few hours shut eye.
At about one o’clock a group of five black men in leather gear entered the bar. They were conspicuous for two reasons, one, they were black, and the bar was filled with mostly white guys, and two, they were all incredibly tall. The shortest one was easily 6’2″. I went over to the table they took over from the last of The First Red Wave. “What can I get you?”
The one nearest me snapped the waistband of the thong, “You bent over one of these stools would work.”
“How about to drink?”
“Five scotch rocks,” he ordered while rubbing his giant hand up and down the front of my body.
“What’s going on with them,” Bobby asked when I got to the bar.
“They want five scotch rocks and to fuck me over a barstool.”
“Nice. You go check on that table by the cigarette machine and I’ll sort them out.”
A few moments passed and I saw Bobby take them their drinks and strike up a conversation with them. I chatted for a few minutes with the guys by the cigarette machine and then met up with Bobby at the bar.
“Dale’s coming back in about fifteen minutes, so go close out all your tabs, and get back to your little room downstairs.”
“Okay.”
I must have smiled as I said it because Bobby grabbed my face, “We’ll see how much you’re smiling when you’re a famous cum whore.”
I closed my tabs and went downstairs to the room I’d taken so many loads in. All the while the thought of what Bobby had said stayed in the forefront of my mind. What would my life be like after these two days? Fourteen days. A friend once told me it takes fourteen days for most shit to show up. What would I have in fourteen days? I started to dig myself into a dark hole until I heard my next group of cocks enter the room with Dale trailing behind them.
“Any directions, limits, etc.,” the tallest man asked.
Dale shrugged, “Not from me and from what I understand he’s lacking autonomy at the moment for being a very bad boy.” He wagged a finger at me.
“How about watersports?”
Dale pointed to a drain in the floor, “Looks like you’re good to go.”
The man who’d made the initial pass at me, pulled me over to them and pushed me to my knees.
“Wait,” Dale said with some urgency, “I need to adjust the lighting for your skin tone.”
One of them laughed, “Man doesn’t want a movie of a bunch of teeth and eyes fuckin’ this white bitch.”
“Something like that,” Dale said making the lights a bright warm white. When he was satisfied with the adjustments, he stared into the glowing screen on the camera and yelled, “Action!”
“Open that pretty mouth, we all need to take a piss.”
As soon as my lips parted five streams of piss shot into and around my mouth. The torrent of urine was far more than I could ever hope to swallow. As much as I tried, the hot yellow liquid would slosh out of my gaping mouth and down my body. They pissed in my hair, my mouth, down my body, their warmth found its way into all my crevices and even into my borrowed boots. When they finished, five of the biggest cocks I’d ever seen at one time bobbed up and down at me. Their owners seeming to lean back a bit as if trying to cantilever the weight of these giant tools.
One of the large cocks slapped my face, throwing a drop of piss onto my cheek. “Suck it bitch,” its owner ordered. I sucked all five cocks, switching between them after a few minutes of service. The men seemed pleased with my skill level, despite my inexperience with such large equipment.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Dale getting fidgety until he finally broke the fourth wall, “Maybe we could put him on one of the banquettes and you could spit roast him?”
The five of them agreed this would be an amazing next step in the scene. Instead of moving under my own power one of the men picked me up like a ragdoll and tossed me onto the seat. “Get those panties and boots off him,” somebody requested. In a flash my only bit of clothing was the small circle of silicone covering my asshole.
“Hey look, a bookmark for dick.” They laughed as somebody grabbed it and yanked it out, making me wince and moan and bury my face where the seat and the back meet.
“I think he likes something in there.”
“We can handle that.”
A large cock slammed into my hole and apparently causing quite the look to come over my face. “Fuck, look at this bitch’s eyes bug out at that dick!”
More laughter as the monster in my ass started pumping away. Another man grabbed me by my hair and shoved a cock into my mouth. This is how I would stay for quite some time until Dale decided to give more directions to his performers.
“Okay guys, how about you sit down and have him sit on your cock while the rest of you alternate between double penetrating him and getting your dicks sucked?”
Again, they all agreed Dale’s direction was Oscar-worthy and soon I straddled the biggest cock in the room while the other four switched off stretching out my lips and sliding in next to their seated friend.
One of them was big enough, but two of them in me at once rivaled the silicone horse cock the men had impaled me on earlier. After all four had been inside both my holes twice or more, Dale gave another bit of direction, “How about we put him on his knees facing the back of the seat and you all do your cum shots?”
I guess they were just waiting for the go ahead, because I was placed on my knees on the seat and one by one, they pummeled my ass like jackhammers, came a little on my hole, and then completed unloading inside of me. They all cleaned up and left me in the room alone with Dale and his camera.
All of the jackhammering against my prostate had made me hard and Dale decided to use it for another scene. “Can I do an interview with you while you jack off using their cum?”
“Yeah, I guess,” I said with some apprehension. I’ve never been good at combining talking with sex, unless it’s telling somebody to cum in me.
“Lay down on the seat there with one leg against the back and the other flopped open. Show off that hole for the camera.” He panned from my face and down to my hole. “Squeeze out some of those loads and rub it on your cock.” First a little fart, followed by slick warm cum. It felt amazing between my hand and my cock. Dale could see my balls jump as I started, he knew it wouldn’t take me long to cum.
“How many loads do you think you’ve taken?”
“Maybe fifty or sixty,” I replied.
“Do you like being a cum dumpster?”
Dale zoomed in on my smiling face as I answered, “Yeah.”
“You like taking all that poz cum?”
Something about the phrase ‘poz cum’ started my cum shooting out all over my face, chest, and belly.
“I guess I’ll take that for my answer,” Dale said from behind the camera.
I smiled and looked straight into the camera and then over at Dale. He was a tall nerdy guy with acne, prematurely thinning blond hair, and a little red ribbon tattooed on his left shoulder I could see whenever he moved his shoulder in a certain way. I put my gaze back into the lens. “You want to fuck me?” I extended my right foot and lightly pressed the hardness in his pants.
“Sure, I’ll do a point-of-view scene and make it part of the bonus material.”
Dale took off his clothes. He was painfully skinny, and his acne continued down his body, front and back. The only place he didn’t have little red dots was on his legs and on his ridiculously large cock that would have given the five black guys a run for their money. He placed my ankles on his shoulders and slipped his cock into my well-used hole. Even after the five huge cocks that had just been in me, Dale’s girth stretched me even wider. He panned the camera up and down my body.
“You like having all this cock in you?”
“Yes sir.”
“You want my poz cum in you?”
“Fuck yeah sir!”
“Beg for it, tell me what a whore you are.”
“Please sir, give me your poz cum. I’m such a filthy whore cum dumpster.”
“Fuck yeah you are! My cock’s barely getting any friction in your gaping slut hole. Play with your tits and milk my cock.”
I twisted and pulled on my sore nipples as he threw his cock into me like a driller looking for oil. His rhythm picked up and he yanked his cock out of me, released a huge rope of cum that reached from my chin down to my balls, and then shoved his cock back into me, released a few more ropes of cum deep in me.
When he was done unloading, he pulled his cock out and took some closeup footage of my gaping hole trying to close. “Look at you, you fucking whore. Can’t even close your own asshole.” He reached behind him and found the plug I had in me earlier and pushed it into me.
The light on his camera switched off and he got redressed, shoving his wet cock into his pants.
“Fuck, I needed that after all this filming.”
“Do you think I could make it in the porn industry.”
“Yeah, sure. Raunchy bareback stuff is selling again.” He grabbed all of his stuff and started for the door. “Tell ya what, reach out to me on the site, you’d be great to take to Folsom and Dore. And there’s a few other events like those we could use that bottomless hole of yours. Of course, that’s assuming you don’t get too sick from this.”
With those ominous words he was gone.