[29 MAY 1972]. Memorial Day! National holiday! No school! No work! A day to sleep in…a day to wake up at 7:30 am with a throbbing hard-on.
Actually, I’m joking. I didn’t mind waking up early. It just gave me more day to enjoy. As to waking up with an erection, hell no I didn’t mind that 😁! I always like the feel of a hard cock in my hand. [And I don’t mention it here, but I generally jerked off every other day.]
I threw a short robe on, leaving it untied, and went down and started coffee.
I checked the living room. Uncle Mitch wasn’t there. Mr. Drake was on the couch. It looked like he was just waking up, so I took some time to gather glasses. I was halfway to the door when he muttered “you need a shorter robe”. I slipped the right arm off, letting it bare part of my ass, and looked over my shoulder at him and smiled. He chuckled, “mm, good morning to you too”.
I had a relatively quiet day ahead of me. Mr. Drake and Uncle Mitch had a company barbeque to go to from 12:00 noon to 6:00 p.m. That was employees only, so I accepted Mr Collier’s invitation to his, from 12:00 noon to 5:00 p.m. then to work, and he’d pay me double time holiday pay.
It would be a small group of a fifteen of his close friends and he told those of us who needed to know that it was mixed company.
Mr COLLIER’S BARBECUE: Mr. Greg Melden
I recognized Toni Abriano, Ted Anderson, Gerold Melden, Nick and Richard Bare from YeS productions. Ted Anderson and Gerold Melden brought their wives, and I didn’t recognize the other men.
Around 1:00 p.m. I went into the house to get a Black Russian. I was at a kitchen counter, mixing the drink somebody patted my ass. I turned around to see Gerold Melden smiling, “I see you’re as bored as we are.”. And his wife smiled at me from the kitchen entry. Gerald was 6’1″, 190 and tanned with thick blonde hair, trimmed pubic hair and a thick 7.5-inch cock.
Gerold pulled me away from the counter and got my jeans open. Mrs. Melden came closer. I suggested we go to the basement.
Gerold tugged my jeans down to mid-thigh and said “no, right here. Believe me, it won’t take long.”. Mrs. Melden locked the kitchen door, came back and pulled my jockstrap aside to expose my hard dick. She stroked it once and sat on a chair, “You’re right Ger, he has a lovely ass.” she dug in her purse and came up with a lube tube and brought it to him
She pulled Gerold’s jeans and briefs down and she lubed his cock while he prepped my ass. The lubricant had a slight, pleasant, warming effect and I squirmed as he probed.
Mrs. Melden sat and smiled at me, “Fuck him, baby. Fuck him hard.”
I held the counter with one hand and my drink with the other. Gerold slowly pushed his cock up my ass and I felt the warmth of a blush. His wife’s presence while her husband fucked me turned me on and made me really self-conscious. I drank most of my Black Russian while he was filling my fuckhole with cock.
He fucked me slowly for a few strokes then faster and hard. I finished my drink and Mrs. Melden made a fresh one for me.
Gerold continued to fuck me, riding my ass for fifteen minutes. He tried to slow down a few times but every time he did his wife told him to speed up.
And suddenly he put his right arm around my waist and his left hand on my shoulder, grunted and thrust his cock deep. A second…two and he shot a huge load into my ass. He started fucking me again albeit not as fast.
Someone tried the door, then knocked.
Gerold pumped a couple more cumshots and kept fucking me.
Mrs. Melden opened the door a little. “We had a little accident. I’ll be done in a couple minutes.” And she closed the door.
Gerold got one last dribble out and withdrew. I pulled my clothes together and hoped it wasn’t Mr. Collier outside the door.
Mrs. Melden got 5 paper towels, wiped her husband’s cock then poured juice on the towels and put them in the trash.
They left and I went to the bathroom to clean up.
The rest of the lunch was pretty standard with a handful of minor exceptions. A few of the men greeted me with whispered lechery or, inside the house with no one around, a pat or squeeze of my ass or cock and balls.
Until a little past 4:15.
MR. COLLIER’S BARBECUE: Mr William Zimmermann
The lunch had dwindled to 11 men including Mr. C and me, and he approached me with one of the strangers, Mr William Zimmermann. He was good looking [he reminded me a little of George Maharis], 37, 6’4″, had a fit, lightly muscular build, and brown business-cut hair. He had light body hair, no chest hair, trimmed pubic hair, a 9″ cock and big balls. He was dressed in a red open collar shirt, white slacks and sneakers and blue suspenders.
Mr Collier led us inside and into the basement where he made certain we were alone before locking the door.
Mr. Collier told me to strip “…to [my] jockstrap.”
I did, putting just a little tease into it. Mr. Zimmermann positioned me once I’d stripped, then walked slowly around me. He stood in front of me and raised my arms above my head. He ran his hands down from my fingers to my ankles.
And turned to Mr. C, “Very nice. I will elaborate in private.”
Mr Collier told him I would be working out with Yoshi Noguchi’s trainer. Mr Zimmermann liked that and was also pleased to hear that I’d be getting regular body-shaves by Noguchi-San’s hairdresser. [Mr Noguchi: Intimate Job Interview]. He walked around behind me and said, “pull his jockstrap down, Mister Collier.”
He did, and Mr. Zimmermann felt my ass cheeks, spread them and squeezed them, then slapped them several times, sides and bottoms. He patted my ass, “you can dress, Val.”
Mr. Zimmerman walked Mr. C across the room, and they talked softly.
When they returned Mr Collier asked if I was available Wednesday, 31 May 7:00p.m. until whenever. I was pretty sure I was free and said I was.
There would be 5 men, including Mr. Zimmermann and we’d be talking photos and films . “Think about it and jot down any questions you have. ” He said both Mr. Zimmermann and the Bare Brothers were fine with non-exclusive contracts.
We left Mr. Collier’s house in the good hands of a maid service at a little past 5:00 and reached the studio a little after 5:30 p.m.
MR. COLLIER’S STUDIO
We had two customers, one at 6:00 and one at 7:00 and a walk-in at 7:30. The first finished and left at 6:45 and the 7:00 a little before 7:45.
As to the walk in he waited until 8:00, stealing an occasional glance at me.
Mr. C took him to a table and went over the shoot prices, model prices, and studio vs “on location” [anywhere other than in studio] prices. Then he asked me to show the man around the sets in the two suites. I did, flirting all the way: walking in front of him, swaying my hips slightly; sitting on the couches and beds, legs spread wide and patting the cushion or mattress to coax him to join me and see how comfortable they were; and glancing now and again at his cock, and gazing longer and smiling after it became clear it was erect, or partially erect [and a promising 8″ plus].
When we returned to the front room, the man, Edward Hammond, asked for a two persons shoot with him and me. Mr. C told him I wouldn’t be available until 1 July for several reasons, so Mr. Hammond asked for the first available appointment, at 9:00 a.m. July 1.
After Mr. Hammond left, Mr Collier took me to 9 Balls to meet with Mr Donan.
THE 9-BALLS BAR
We arrived at just about 8:30. Mr C stopped when we were in looked around, frowning, then smiled and put his arm around my hips. “Mr. Donan isn’t here yet. Let’s go to the counter. I want you to meet someone.”
He took me to the bar counter and introduced me to Colonel John Brackett, a big 6’3″ 238-pound Marine with black hair and dark brown eyes. He had a toned, rather than pumped body, average body hair, no chest hair, trimmed pubic hair and a thick 9-inch cock.
We talked for ten minutes about my age and experience, with the Colonel’s leg between mine, his knee rubbing my crotch and balls.
Then Mr Donan showed up, at 9:10, and Mr. C told me to go get him seated, get drinks for me and him and keep him happy for about twenty minutes. If he wanted to discuss the deal he had offered, so much the better.
So, I went to catch Mr Donan, and Mr Collier and the Colonel went… somewhere .
I suggested to Mr. Donan that we sit near the pool table and he got drinks [two Black Russians] while I got a table.
When he returned, he sat on my right side and pressed his leg against mine and asked “So, are you authorized to make deals or just something sexy to keep me occupied until Mr. Collier shows?” I told him I couldn’t make deals and that Mr Collier would be about 20 minutes.
He asked if I wanted to play pool. I said yes and we went to the pool room, which had a table 9 feet long and 4.5 feet wide. The game went quickly and ended with my “accidental” dropping the 8-ball. I was keeping Mr Donan happy, giving him plenty of chances to look at or feel up my ass.
We set up for a second game and Mr. Donan offered that he had a table at home and “we could play for more interesting stakes there.”
Before I could answer him, Mr. Collier came up and, smiling, asked Mr. Donan “Trying to hijack my favorite party doll?”
Mr. Donan smiled, “just feeling my way around.”
Mr C said we [he and Mr. Donan] would discuss that privately. He told me to keep Toni and Mr. Diamond entertained while he spoke with Mr Donan.
THE 9-BALLS BAR: Mr. Diamond and Toni Adriano v Val 2-on-1 Pool
So I suggested a little 2-on-1…pool, that is. Mr Diamond moved that the loser give the winners a “kiss of life” for no less than 30 seconds. Toni agreed, and added “maybe we’ll play spitroast the prick tease later tonight.” I pouted, exaggerating, and Toni patted my ass, “yeah, you love it, baby.”
Fifteen minutes later I was losing pretty badly, and the men sent me to get drink refills. After I brought them back, we resumed the game and ten minutes later Mr. Diamond and Toni won it.
Mr Diamond went to the head of the table, back facing the bar lounge, and waved me over. I went to him and he did kiss me, forcing my mouth open and exploring with his tongue. Then I heard the sounds of his belt and slacks opening and wondered for one crazy moment if he was going to fuck me!
He wasn’t. He pushed me down to my knees and said, “the kiss of life, babe.”
Ah, that kiss of life.
He exposed his thick 7-inch cock and held it, pointing at me. I kissed the head, licked it and his shaft, and took it into my mouth. I tried to take hold of his shaft, but he moved my arm away. So I took as much of his cock as I could, bobbed on it three times, and eased it out.
Mr. Diamond patted my head, “we’ll pick this up later. Toni, come get some.” Mr Diamond stepped away, cock exposed, and slowly rearranged his clothes. Toni came over, opening his slacks and exposing his 8″ hard-on to anyone looking our way. in my position I had no view of the bar lounge, so I couldn’t see how many men were watching or walking toward the pool room. [And in fact, there were seven men ages early 20s to late 50s coming toward us.] Mr Collier intercepted them and told them that we were just leaving but that we’d be in Saturday and or Sunday. Then he passed business cards around and he joined us.
Meantime I gave Toni his “kiss”, licking his cock, kissing the head and taking it into my mouth and bobbing on it three times and easing it out.
TONI’S HOME: Misters Collier, Abriano, Anderson, Diamond and Val
Kenneth Anderson joined us, and we left for Toni’s home: Toni, Mr. Diamond, Kenneth [driving] and me in Kenneth’s Caddy and Mr C following. I sat in the back between Toni and Mr. Diamond. Toni reached around and opened my jeans as we pulled out of the lot, then stripped off my shirt while Mr. Diamond removed my shoes, peeled my jeans off, then pulled off my jockstrap, folded it and pocketed it.
My dick was hard and Toni squeezed it and gave it a few strokes. Mr Diamond spread my legs wide. I struggled and Toni wrapped his arms around me.
Mr Diamond held my legs apart and licked my balls, then my dick, and sucked it for barely 5 minutes before I blew a big load of cum into his mouth. He pulled me forward, Kenneth released me and Mr. Diamond kissed me, forced my mouth open and transferred my cum into my mouth then covered my mouth and nose, forcing me to swallow. We arrived at Toni’s a few minutes later and pulled into the garage.
Mr c arrived less than a minute later, parked in the driveway and joined us in the garage.
Toni closed the driveway door and gave me a few Kleenex and I cleaned up. He told me to hang onto them and to discard them in the toilet. Mr Diamond put his arm around my shoulders and turned to me, “it has been far too long, dear boy.” Then he gave my ass a squeeze, “I’d forgotten how lovely your arse is.”
We entered the house and Mr Collier gave me drink orders and went to the living room with the others. I discarded the tissue and cleaned up in the bathroom and returned to the kitchen.
I brought out a vodka tonic for Mr Collier, double scotch for Toni, scotch rocks for Kenneth, gin tonic for Mr Diamond and then my usual black Russian. I delivered and put the tray in the kitchen.
Kenneth and Mr Diamond were naked, Toni had only his red leather vest on and Mr. C was wearing his jockstrap.
Toni lit up a fat joint and waved me to come over and sit on his lap. I did and took a good drag, smiled and brushed his cock with my right thigh.
Toni kissed me, sucked my earlobe, and licked the valley of my collar. He took a hit, gave me another and passed the joint to Mr Diamond. Kenneth passed my drink to Toni, but I grabbed it and took a mouthful and let it slide slowly down my throat. Toni licked my lips and kissed me, trying to get his tongue into my mouth. I kept my lips closed. He leaned back and pinched and twisted my nipple, “don’t fuck around with me tonight, huh?”. He slapped my ass, “hear?” he kissed me and I opened my mouth and let his tongue in. He probed deep, then broke the kiss. He fondled my ass and pushed me back toward Mr. Diamond.
Mr Diamond swapped the joint to Toni [Kenneth and Mr C rarely indulged]. He forced my mouth opened and licked my tongue, sucked it, then kissed me and asked Kenneth “you want some?”
Kenneth finished his drink and traced the line of my jaw. “I want it all actually…but I’m willing to share.”. He pinched my earlobe, “go get refills for me and you.”
When I came out of the kitchen with the drinks, Kenneth was waiting for me and took his. He put his arm around me and called for a toast to “our sexy and accommodating boy, Val
… ” and a second toast to Mr. Collier “for finding and sharing him”.
Kenneth put our drinks on the coffee table beside a lube jar and stroked his semi-hard 6.5″ cock. He pulled me closer and roughly fondled my ass.
Mr Cwhispered to Mr Diamond and went into the kitchen. I heard Kenneth lubing his cock and seconds later I was moaning and squirming as he probed me with two fingers.
Kenneth grabbed my hips and thrust his cock into me. He waited a few seconds, then started fucking me steadily. He moved his hands up and ran them over my chest; twisted, stretched and pinched my nipples and fucked me faster.
Misters Collier and Diamond came out of the kitchen, Mr C with his arm over Mr. Diamond’s shoulders. Mr Diamond returned to the couch while Mr. Diamond ran his finger down my jawline and across my lips.
Kenneth grasped my hands and wrapped my arms around my waist. He continued fucking me, slowing down to a steady pace.
Mr Collier kissed me, holding my head and shoving his tongue into my mouth.
Kenneth withdrew and patted my ass, “hands and knees”. Mr. C broke the kiss and I moved down to hands and knees and Kenneth entered me and fucked me faster and harder.
Mr. Collier pressed his 6.5″ cock against my lips. I opened my mouth and he slid it in against my tongue and told me “just your tongue now.”
Kenneth slowed down for a few strokes, then sped up. “fucking sweet….” He sped up and shortened his thrusts. A few minutes later he looked at Mr C and smirked, “I never met a…mm…Christ!!”. He thrust deep and flooded my ass with spurt after spurt of cum. It felt like he was never going to stop. He must have pumped a dozen shots, 4 large bursts and a bunch of small ones.
While he finished cumming he finished his thought that “I never met a boy loves getting dicked like this little slut.”. He withdrew and Mr. Collier came around, lubed his 6.5″ cock lightly and slid it into my ass a little. He smiled at Kenneth “you hear more about nymphos, but I’m sure there are a few satyrs out there who just get written off as horndogs.” He thrust his cock into me, grabbed my right shoulder and started fucking me.
He stage-whispered “yeah, he loves dick, don’t you Val.” [it wasn’t a question, and even came across as a command.] I breathed out “yeah-huh”.
Kenneth ran a hand through my hair, down my face and to my lips. I licked his palm, then sucked his fingers one at a time, thoroughly.
Mr. C wrapped his free arm around my waist and slowed his withdrawals and sped up the thrusts, drawing his cock almost out, then thrusting in hard.
He fondled and stroked my cock a few times, in time with his thrusts, licked my ear sloppily then said, normal voice, “yeah you do, you love it you slut…”
Kenneth stood up, whispered softly “Oh, the things I could do with you.” then he went to clean up.
Yes, I did love it “uh-huh…” and I loved being called a slut “ye-huh” I kept my mouth open a little to let my huffs and my whispers and partial words come at their own pace and volume.
“my pretty, dick -loving cockslut!” Mr C kept pumping hard and steady, unspeaking from then on. Suddenly he grabbed my hips, pulled halfway out of me, paused a second, then thrust his cock back in and increased his pace, fucking hard and fast. The feel of his hard dick pumping me was oh so fine but just as fine –maybe even more so–was the feeling of his [or someone like him or Kenneth or Mr. Haney ] owning me, of his using me as his sex toy, and the feel of his iron grip on my hips, pulling me against him as he pumped my fuckhole.
Toni came over and lit up a joint, took a drag and let me take a smaller hit. Kenneth returned, spoke softly to Toni and they went into the kitchen. They returned in barely a minute. Toni said, “I’ll let you know if I change my mind, man.”
Mr C withdrew and jerked off on my ass. He cleaned me up with tissues [he wouldn’t normally, but the guys were riding me back-to-back tonight]. He patted my ass and went to the restroom.
Mr Diamond whispered to Toni. Toni replied “yeah, cool. Take him over,” he pointed to the other armchair, “and get him started, I’ll be right over.”
Mr. Diamond got me to my feet and took me to the armchair. He put his hand on my ass, “you want another drag?”
I shook my head. I liked grass but was finding that a couple of drags started things nicely, and once started I preferred to proceed with liquid refreshments. Poppers, on the other hand could be used anytime the urge hit me 😁 . I asked for a fresh drink and offered to get it, but he told me to stay put.
He returned a few minutes later, while I was lazily stroking my cock. I swallowed a third of the fresh black Russian and handed it back, smiling then turned my back and, arms over head, swayed my ass a few times. He put his hands on my hips, moved them back and caressed my ass, and patted my right ass cheek.
I turned to face the chair arm, bent forward and braced my hands on it. I wiggled my ass, “is this okay, Mr. Diamond?”
“oh yes, that’s more than okay.” He went over and collected Toni, a poppers bottle and his drink. Toni put the glass and the poppers on the coffee table. Mr Diamond lubed his cock, pushed it into my ass a little, then grabbed my hips and thrust his cock into me and said “one”.
He pulled back and thrust, “2”, and continued to “10”, then withdrew and Toni took over. He pushed his lubed 8″ cock up my ass, counted his strokes to “10” and passed me back to Mr. Diamond.
They continued for around twenty minutes, when Toni stopped counting. He sped up his thrusts, one arm wrapped tight around my waist and the opposite hand gripping my shoulder.
Mr. Diamond opened the popper and I took a good whiff and tried to match Toni’s movement, pushing back into his hips as he pushed into me.
A few minutes later he sped up and started whispering in Spanish. He withdrew and shot a good load on my ass up my spine. Then he kissed my neck, bit my earlobe and went to the bathroom.
Mr Diamond didn’t miss a beat lubing his cock, just a dab, and moving behind me. He smeared Toni’s cum intro my ass, slid his 7-plus inch cock into it and started fucking me at a pretty good pace.
Kenneth and Mr Collier went into the kitchen to talk. I heard a word here and there most of which didn’t make sense [nothing, low-key, years,andyou] and, as they came out of the kitchen, Kenneth saying to Mr. C “just let me do the talking”. And Mr C nodding and telling Kenneth to call him around ten the next morning.
Mr Diamond twisted my nipples. “you like that?” he licked my ear and whispered into it. “do you like your titties twisted?”
I made an “mm-hm” sound and clenched my ass cheeks for a second.
He moved his hands down to my hips, found my hard dick and lightly stroked it. I laid my head back and breathed out “uhm-mm.”
He took my right hand and put it on my dick, then licked my ear and whispered, “cum on your belly.”. He sped up and I jerked off, ready to cover my dick with my left hand at the first surge of orgasm.
Mr Diamond slowed a little and whispered “come on baby. Blow your load and Mr Diamond will fill your ass with his creamy luscious jizz.”
A few minutes later I shot a load against my belly and the palm of my hand.
He must have felt me relax or heard my soft moans because he sped up a little more and licked my ear and whispered, “that’s my good lad.”. He motioned to my drink and Kenneth, who was sitting on the floor watching us, handed it to him. He raised it to my lips and said “drink; all of it”.
I drank it all [about a third of the glass] and Kenneth took it.
Mr Diamond gripped my shoulders and fucked me hard and faster, pushing me down as he thrust up into me. He fucked me for about five minutes more and suddenly shot a load into me.
He grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them, thrust a few more times and released a couple more spurts, then withdrew.
He patted my ass and excused himself to clean up.
I showered and got refills for everyone except Mr. Collier and Kenneth [both were driving].
The men talked about movies, hardcore mainly, recent sexual encounters, bars and cruising spots.
Mr C said he’s going to shoot a few 60 to 90 minutes films for AVS and adult theatre distribution. the 60-minute films would comprise 5 to 7 loops that could be sold or broken out for peepshow loops. The 90-minute films would include a five-minute trailer reel. He said he’d be in touch with more complete info at the end of June. In the meantime, anyone interested in performer or behind the scenes work should call him.
It was a little after 1:00 am when we left. I said I’d like om the films and he said good.
He dropped me off at 1:30 and told me to hold off saying anything to Uncle Mitch for now.
UNCLE MITCH
Speaking of whom, he called out, “how you doing, buddy?” I went in and gave him a brief description of my day, and he smiled. “Hot, baby. Come here.”
I went over and he put his left arm around my leg and opened my jeans with his right. He opened his robe, the only thing he was wearing. “Go into the kitchen, strip and get us drinks, hm? Now.”
I went in and stripped, made the drinks and brought them to the living room. Uncle Mitch was standing, naked, in front of the couch. Gay loops were running in the projector.
I gave him his drink and he toasted “to [his] favorite nephew.” He told me to sit on the couch and, when I did, he stood, straddled my legs and pressed his semi hard cock against my lips. “Now suck my cock, buddy.”
He held my head, loosely, chatting. “I had an interesting day. Pretty much the usual company picnic, but I met a few new friends.”. He drank, “I won’t get into details except that one of the mail boys gave me a blowjob in one of the park men’s rooms.”. He pushed my head forward and fucked my mouth slowly. “I wrote his name down. And I met about a dozen guys, local and out of state, who are gay. Mr Drake introduced me to them.” He drank and sped up for a minute, then withdrew and handed me my drink.
I sipped it and he told me to “DRINK it. Come on.”. I drank half of it and he took it and ruffled my hair. “Turn around now. Kneel on the couch.”
While I was doing that, he got a lube jar. He took a drink and lubed his cock then my asshole and patted my ass. A moment later he started fucking me at a good, steady pace. “I wanted to fuck that mail boy, but I was nervous.”
He put my hands on the back of the couch, grabbed my hips and fucked me faster.
He blew a small load about five minutes give or take a couple, later. He kept his cock in me for a few seconds, withdrew and patted my ass and muttered “Mm yum, you’re hot, buddy.”.
I turned over and stretched and smiled, pursed my lips, and said “thank you.”
We said goodnight and I took a quick shower and crashed.
Til next time 😁
Val
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