[2 June 1972, Fri ]. I woke at 8:40 and almost panicked, then remembered that Mr. Drake was to call me out sick this morning. I took a shower and threw on a bathrobe, leaving it open, and went downstairs to get breakfast.
There was a note on the kitchen table , from Mr. Drake: “Called in for you. We’ll be back 2:30. Want to leave at 3:00.”
I had breakfast, cleaned up the kitchen and picked up in the living room. Then I sat down and watched a few loops.
At 2:00 I showered again and took care of deodorant, cologne, etc.
The front door opened at 2:20 and Mr. Drake announced himself and Saikawa-san. Mr. Drake said he had an outfit for me, and they both came upstairs.
I sat in my bedroom chair, naked, and hung my left leg over the left arm of the chair. Saikawa-san smiled and felt my left leg, “Shame we are on a schedule.” I looked up at him, smiled and turned to Mr. Drake.
He said we’d have time later and laid out the clothes he’d brought: Low cut red briefs [like Speedos], dark blue slacks and jacket, white shirt and red tie. He told me I’d get a different outfit for the second show.
I reminded him that Mr. Winthrop had said it was 2 hours. Mr. Drake elaborated on that. “It’s two hours broken into two sets, one at 04:00 and one at 08:00, 50 dollars for each. You’ll cocktail 05:30 to 07:30 and 09:30 to 11:00.”
That made sense and I thanked him.
I had my doubts that I’d be able to do it more than once a month but the thought of a room full of people watching me get doubled or gang-banged had me perked up.
Well, I managed to get my hard-on into the briefs and got dressed. We all got into the front of Mr. Drake’s car, me between the two men [pressing my thigh against Saikawa-san’s], and arrived at the Cockpit Club at 3:30.
Mr Winthrop met us in the bar, ordered drinks for us and took us into his office. After the drinks arrived and we toasted, Mr. Winthrop laid out the afternoon and evening.
At 4:00 pm I’d enter the CCTV room as Val Wansalot playing Willie Givvin. I [as Willie] had been called in to discuss my grades. The rest would be improv with the outcome being me getting fucked by each of the three men [playing the principal, the vice principal, and my geography teacher]. He told me to just let the others lead.
After the show ended, I’d shower, fresh up, get into uniform and cocktail 05:30 to 07:30. At 08:00 I’d do the second show [a dad-son single that would become a 2 on 1]. Then I’d switch to cocktail from 09:30 to 11:00 to end the evening.
Effective 31 May the Cockpit was a private club with members-only access. Sexual contact happened in the bar proper, but primarily oral and masturbation. There were two privacy nooks upstairs, but they were soon to be replaced by a large “pillows room”. Mr. Winthrop smiled and said “Almost done. You’ll likely just get groped, kissed or asked to go somewhere else on the 5:30 shift. The place gets progressively wilder from 08:00 on to closing, which is why I have 3 cocktail waiters after 09:00.
“Finally, never ask for a tip and never leave with a customer unless you arrived with him or them.”
We finished our drinks [White Russian for moi] and they walked me to the CCTV room door at 3:50. The doors were Plexiglas. [Heavy curtains kept light out, and the front curtain was often opened once the show started.] One of the actors looked familiar but I wasn’t sure of that, so I kept my mouth shut and my eyes open.
The men were GLEN PETER [as principal Peter], DICK GAYMES [as vice-principal Gaymes ], and HENRY RAMSTEIN [as Mr. Ramstein, the geology teacher]. [Mr. Peter looked familiar, but I wasn’t sure of that, so I kept my mouth shut and my eyes open.] There were 4 cameras, 2 static and 2 handhelds. Two overhead spots lit the room, and the room was well air conditioned. The set was minimal: a small desk and a leather chair [with a blotter, phone and desk set], a wooden chair, a divan, a collapsible serving table, a coatrack and vinyl flooring.
When I entered….
THE COCKPIT CLUB
CCTV Show 1: WILLIE MAKES THE GRADE
Glen Peter, Dick Gaymes, Henry Ramstein and Val Wansalot as Willie
…the principal and vice principal were chuckling over some photographs. I cleared my throat, “Principal Peter? I’m William–“
The principal glared at me, closed the folder and straightened up. He put on a smile. “Willie Givvin. Call me Mr. .Peter. You know Vice-Principal Gaymes.”
I reached to shake hands. They didn’t.
I said I preferred Will or William.
And Mr. Peter smiled. “Well, we shall call you Willie. Take off your jacket.”
Before I could, Mr. Gaymes took it off and hung it up.
I started to sit, but Mr. Peter said “I’ll tell you when to sit. You’re here about your grades, Willie. We have a problem.” He took his jacket off and loosened his tie.
He picked up his phone’s receiver and pushed a button. “Miss Adams, send Mr. Ramstein in then do not disturb us. In fact, it’s close enough, leave for the day.” He hung up and Mr. Ramstein joined us.
Mr. Peter removed his slacks and briefs and came around the desk. “You have been cheating and stealing your way through my school for, at least, the last two school years. Now, I can send you back a grade or two and finger you as the one who stole last year’s prom fund, I have proof, or we can start with you stripping to your briefs.” [He was 43, 6-foot-1 with a rugged build, short cut brown hair, an 8″ cock, and shaved balls.]
I took a step toward the door, but Mr. Ramstein stopped me.
Mr. Peter said, “Thirty seconds.”. He opened his shirt and continued to stroke his cock.
I stripped to my briefs.
Mr. Peter turned away and leaned against the desk, “Start by kissing my ass.”
I got behind him, hesitated…then knelt and got right to it. I kissed his firm buttocks, then licked around his hole, teasing, and finally pushed my tongue into it.
I tongue-fucked his ass for a couple minutes before he said, “good start” and turned around, his 8-inch cock throbbing for attention. I spread my legs and backed away a little.
He yanked his shirt off, “Well? Are you waiting for permission? Suck it!” He pushed my head toward his cock, and I kept my mouth closed. He tapped my head to no avail . Finally, he pulled my head back by the hair and patted my cheeks with his cock. “Come on, Willie. You and I both know you’ve done this before.”
I relaxed and took his cock halfway into my mouth and began bobbing my head back and forth, licking and sucking him cock. He obviously knew some of my after-school activities, and that was liberating. And maybe a little worrisome.
Vice-Principal Gaymes stripped to his socks and shoes and came over. [He was 35, 6-foot-2, muscular with blonde hair and a 10″ cock.] Mr. Peter withdrew and turned my head to face Mr. Gaymes.
I didn’t have to be coached: I opened wide, and Mr. Gaymes pushed his cock halfway in, eased it out and started fucking my mouth.
Mr. Ramstein stripped to his socks and undershirt and came over. [He was 32, 6-foot, muscular and bald with an 8″ cock.]
Mr. Peter whispered to him and he retrieval a jar of lube from the desk. Mr. Gaymes withdrew and pulled me to my feet. Mr. Peter yanked my briefs down to mid-thigh, exposing my hard dick, and slapped my ass, “Bend over the desk. Do it NOW!”
Mr. Ramstein lubed Mr. Peter’s cock, then my ass and seconds later the principal’s cock nudged into my hole and a spurt of cum escaped my dick.
The principal fucked me slow and steady for a couple minutes, then faster, gripping my hips tight .
Mr. Gaymes took a bottle of RUSH out of another desk drawer, gave a hit to Mr. Peter, gave me two and put it on the desk.
Mr. Peter grabbed my shoulders and rode me harder, with shorter, faster strokes. I squirmed with every thrust and with every thrust wanted more cock…in my mouth, in my hands…and the room filled with hot, sweaty men holding their hard cocks ready and waiting for me.
Four…five minutes more and he withdrew and began stroking his cock.
A cameraman came over. I swayed my hips slowly, stage-whispering “come on cum on me cum on my ass in my mouth on my face please.”
And he let out a moan of pleasure and shot a big load of cum all over my ass. He straightened me up, turned me around and kissed me, exploring my mouth with his tongue. He broke the kiss and licked my jaw. He pushed me down, “Lick my cock clean.”
I licked it and sucked it for about a minute, then he brushed my hair and got me to my feet. He pushed me to Misters Gaymes and Ramstein, picked up the phone receiver and said, “Bring them in”.
I didn’t have time to ask what or who was being brought in. Mr. Peter gave us each a hit off the RUSH, and I backed up against Mr. Gaymes, pressing my ass against his hard 10″ cock. Mr. Ramstein pressed his 8″ cock against my groin and my dick. He kissed me, opened my mouth and shoved his tongue into me. I sucked on his tongue a little. He broke the kiss for seconds, then kissed me again, loud and sloppy. He broke the kiss and turned my head to face Mr. Gaymes.
They both kissed me, sharing my mouth as a cameraman came in close, and I got my arms between each of us and felt and caressed their cocks.
A cocktail waiter dressed in jockstrap, leather vest and deck shoes carried a tray of drinks in, set them up on the collapsible table and left. Mr. Peter handed them out [scotch rocks for Mr. Ramstein and himself, dark beer for Mr. Gaymes and a vodka rocks for me. And a Black Russian for me from Mr. Drake].
The principal raised a toast to “Willie, and summer school!” I took a long swallow, another small one, then started to pull my briefs up.
Mr. Ramstein yanked them down and off , “Wrong direction, baby”. He turned to Mr. Gaymes, “Desk?”
Mr. Gaymes nodded. He and Mr. Ramstein escorted and pushed me to the desk. They bent me forward over it, one slapped my ass four times. I looked back over my left shoulder and saw Mr. Ramstein lubing his cock. I watched him, anticipating his fucking my ass and made a soft moan when Mr. Gaymes lubed my hole.
Mr. Ramstein pushed his cock into me, drew it back and thrust it in, and started fucking me hard and steady.
Mr. Gaymes got me to my elbows, put his left hand under my chin and waved his cock at me with his right. “You want some of this, Willie?”
I nodded. I didn’t want some of it, I wanted all of it. Mr. Ramstein’s cock drilling me, and 60 or so men watching us, and my being held, immobile and used by these two studs…well my cock jerked hard and released a big stream of cum. I managed to say “Please”.
The vice-principle released my jaw and ruffled my hair, and said “Yeah I know you do, baby doll”.
I opened my mouth, and he inserted his cock far enough to gag me, then eased back, held my head and started fucking my mouth.
They continued for ten to fifteen minutes, then swapped places. Mr. Ramstein locked his hands behind my head and fucked my mouth faster.
Mr. Gaymes spread my ass cheeks and fucked me fast and with short strokes.
Mr. Ramstein slowed down, obviously trying to hold back.
Mr. Gaymes withdrew and started stroking his cock.
Mr. Ramstein came first, although they were seconds apart, and shot a big load on my face. And as good as simultaneously Mr. Gaymes blew his load all over my ass.
The crowd gave us a good round of applause then Mr. Peter, Mr. Gaymes and Mr. Ramstein guided me out [I took off the briefs and started.to take the outfit, but Mr. Peter stopped me. Seems the outfit was strictly a loaner and the costumer, Gilda, didn’t let them leave the bar. Not without owner or manager permission.] Gilda, speak of the devil, was waiting at the shower with my cocktail outfit and a pat on the cheek. She was a 60ish woman who could have easily passed for 50, around 5-foot tall and maybe 80 pounds soaking wet. She had been a costume designer for movies and theatre and had retired with enough money to live in luxury for another hundred years. [Part of that money was from work and a larger part was courtesy of 5 ex-husbands, 3 of whom she had outlived.]
After I showered, she helped me dress and blow-dried my hair, copping plenty of feels while she did.
THE COCKPIT CLUB
COCKTAILS: 5:30 TO 7:30
My cocktail outfit was a pectorals-length blue mesh tank-top, a blue jockstrap, a belt with a change purse and my deck shoes.
And my first stop was Mr. Drake’s table to ask him to get me, at least, a pair of jeans before we left.
He asked, “Why do you want–“, then burst into a laugh. “I wish I’d seen your face when they told you. Don’t worry, I’ve got clothes in the trunk.”
I smiled and thanked him, then went to the serving station and met the other waiter, Silva. He gave me the left side, which had fewer tables and was where Mr. Drake and Saikawa-san were seated. The first thing I did was to cruise the tables and left half of the bar. It was partly to catch up on orders and partly to introduce myself.
The after-work suit-crowd started to trickle in at 6:00 and things started warming up.
So, here’s the action I did get, and give:
A tough looking blonde guy in his 30s grabbed my jockstrap and told me “Hey baby doll. Double J&B rocks and whatever you’re drinking, and I don’t mean water.”
I checked the rest of my section, then ordered the two drinks from PJ [Peter Jefferson, who was waiting for the other bartender, Ryder] and took them over.
The tough, who told me to call him Duke, took both drinks, sipped my White Russian and moved over in the booth and patted the seat. He told me to sit down and “…start by jerking me off a little.”. He unbuckled his belt and opened his slacks , sipped his drink and said, “Drink” and pushed his slacks and shorts down to mid thighs, exposing his hard 8-inch cock.
I leaned toward him a little and put my hand around it, rubbed my thumb over the head, then got to it, stroking his cock slowly.
He spread his legs as wide as he could, and he told me “A little faster. And drink that. I paid for it.”
I took a long swallow and sped up a little.
“You like that?” He put his right arm around my shoulder. “Playing with a big dick?”
I said yes, let go and felt his balls and went back to stroking his cock.
He pulled me closer and leaned forward and kissed me. I fought it for a few seconds, then relented and opened my mouth. He shoved his tongue into me, kissing me hard.
He continued for a couple minutes, broke the kiss and grabbed his drink and held it up and said “Salute!”
I said salute and drank. We both finished half our drinks.
He kissed me again, just as roughly, broke the kiss and told me to finish my drink. He sipped his and, when I’d finished my drink, stage whispered “Now suck my dick. And swallow.”
I swallowed the rest of my White Russian , got on the floor and started sucking Duke’s cock. There was more room than I’d expected.
Silva came around and Duke ordered two more. When Silva left, Duke held my head and started fucking my mouth.
When Silva returned and set the drinks down…it couldn’t have been two or three seconds…Duke moaned loudly and shot a big load of cum into my mouth.
He held my head with his left hand and took a drink. “Swallow every drop or daddy’s going to punish you, you fucking cock-hound.”
Silva interrupted , telling me Mr. Winthrop needed to see me immediately. Silva took me through the PRIVATE door into Mr. Winthrop’s office.
Mr. Winthrop came around to the front of his desk and put his arm around my waist. “Mr. Miller, the man you were just sucking off, has a tendency toward violence. He has been 86’d and thrown out twice since.”. He moved his hand down and caressed my ass. “If you see him here don’t serve him. Just report him to me.”. He put his right hand on Silva’s ass. “Trade places for the rest of your shifts. Thank you.”
We traded places and Silva pointed out a businessman who was “…looking furtive. He was here Wednesday and Thursday. Yesterday he was jerking off under the table, so I know two things for sure: he’s not a cop and he’s hung. Probably hoping to cheat on his wife. He didn’t stay long enough to find out. In at 4:30 and out at 6:00. Maybe you can coax him out. And betcha it’s his first time.”
It was.
I caught up the section then doubled back to check on him.
He ordered a scotch water and “Whatever you’re having.”
He was around 6-foot-3 and fit, 39 years old with receding brown hair, a thick moustache and a 10-inch cock.
When I delivered the drinks he looked me over, then leaned back, moving to the edge where I was standing.
He drank and looked at me and said, “Hot show.” He ran the back of his right fingers up and down my thigh, very lightly. “Did you like it as much as we did?” He moved his hand to my inner thigh.
I said, “I just hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did. “
“Oh, I enjoyed hell out of it.” He touched my ass. “The rough stuff was fucking hot. Are you here every Friday?”
I told him, as he caressed my ass, that this was my first day.
He tried to pull my jock down [I held the front up and clenched my buttocks together, to tease 😈 ]…and he patted my bare ass, then moved over and told me to sit beside him. I put my tray down, took my White Russian and sat.
“So” he put his hand on my thigh, “you like that group stuff.” He brushed my dick, then put my hand on his thigh.
I told him I loved it, especially being gang banged.
“You like sucking cock?” He opened his slacks and pushed my hand into them. His cock was poking out of the waist band of his briefs , was hard, and was impressive.
I squeezed it, then said “Oh yeah, I love sucking cock, Mr. …?”
Mr. Smith. Of course.
He wanted to go to a motel, but I told him I couldn’t.
He held my hand and raised his drink. We toasted to “new acquaintances” and swallowed about half of our drinks. He smiled at me and smirked, “Open minded acquaintances,” and worked his briefs down below his ass, then fondled my thigh.
I agreed, drank , and waved to Silva, and asked Mr. Smith if he wanted a refill.
He grinned, “Why, I certainly do. And you too.” He was at the stage where anything he thought of was amusing and bright. He wasn’t drunk but was high.
Silva came over and I ordered two more, then felt Mr. Smith’s cock and balls.
Mr. Smith held my hand on his cock, moving it up and down slowly. “Just like that, nice and easy. Have you seen bigger? Tell the truth.”
I told him I’d had a couple 11 inchers, but other than those, his was the biggest I’d seen. [A little truth to cover a white lie].
Silva brought the drinks and Mr. Smith put five $1.00’s on his tray and Silva left.
Mr. Smith put my hand back on his cock and I started jerking him off. He squeezed my shoulder. “I haven’t had a blowjob in 23 years, you believe that? Married out of high school and found out she didn’t like sucking cock.”
He moved my hand away and said “Okay, blow me. Probably gonna be a quickie.”
And he was right.
I’d licked his balls and his cock, and was sucking that 10-inch beauty, when Mr. Smith whispered, “Oh fuck” and shot a huge load of cum into my mouth.
I kept swallowing as fast as I could and still had cum dribbling down Mr. Smith’s cock.
We both took swallows of our drinks and he put $20 into the waistband of my jock. He thanked me and drank.
I smiled and said, “Thank you. And I hope we see you again.” I drank, “Was it as good as the one you remember from high school?”
He smiled and loosened up, “Yes. But ask me about it some time.”
Silva came over and told me I was needed backstage.
Gilda collected my cocktail waiter wear and gave me my red briefs and a tight red tank top to match. She also gave me two gay hard-core magazines. She told me to “…pull your briefs down below your hips, lay the magazines on the bed, with one opened to a hottie. Have fun, cutie.”
Dick Gaymes, wearing a green khaki t-shirt, beige khaki slacks, a white jockstrap, and brown slip-ons put his arm around my shoulders. He told me the setup, which included some bar customers. “And don’t worry about it getting out of hand. They have a couple security guys for that. It’s only happened three times in the past year. Now, how long do you need to jerk off?”
I told him 3 to 5 minutes. I’d had a hard on for the past 20 minutes. He told me to not react when he entered the room.
The room contained a single bed, a student desk and two wooden chairs. There were posters of Jim Morrison and Mick Jagger on the walls, two overhead spotlights, a static camera and two cameramen with hand-held cameras.
I went into the room and laid on my left side on the bed and found some hot photos in the first magazine. I pushed my briefs down to expose my ass, cock and balls, and started…
THE COCKPIT CLUB
CCTV Show 2: DANNY’S DADS. 8-9
Dick Gaymes, Val Wansalot and ????
…masturbating. I [as Danny] paused to run my middle finger up a photo of a big cock, then grabbed my hard on and stroked faster. I pressed my lips against the photo and stroked my throbbing dick.
The rear door opened and DICK GAYMES [as Danny’s father, Mr. Murphy], slipped in.
I pulled my tank top up and suddenly cried out and shot a load of cum onto my stomach.
And jumped a foot when dad interrupted me.
Dad came over and grabbed the magazines. “Where did you get these, Daniel?” He paged through the second mag.
I was acutely aware of the cum drying on my stomach. “I bought ’em.”
Dad flipped a page and squeezed his cock . “Am I giving you that much allowance? These cost 20 bucks each!” His cock bulged in his jockstrap.
“They sell ’em 3 for 10 dollars. Anyway, they’re mine.”
“Eighteen or not, you’re not too old to be turned over my knee. And as long as you’re not working, these are mine.” Dad faced me and opened his slacks. “But maybe you’d like being spanked.” He squeezed his jockstrap pouch, watching me staring at his hand.
I played with my limp, cum-sticky dick. J mumbled “It was my money”.
Dad removed his shoes and slacks. “From where?”
“From…guys.” I was staring at his bulging cup, trying to wish him to show me his cock.
He pulled over a chair “What guys?” He sat.
I mumbled “The gym teacher gives me ten bucks a week to blow him. And two of the guys paid me five bucks to suck their cocks. I made ’em use rubbers”.
Dad stood up and told me to “Get your ass over here”.
I got off the bed and started to pull my briefs up, but he stopped me.
Dad smirked, “Leave ’em.”
I went over, briefs around my thighs.
And dad held my earlobe, leaned close, then kissed me, forcing his tongue into my mouth. He licked my tongue and withdrew and licked my lips. I stuck out my tongue and he sucked it for a minute, then broke the kiss and pushed down on my shoulders. “Get on your knees.”
I did, and had to, nearly literally, stop myself from lowering dad’s jockstrap.
I didn’t have long to wait for him to do it.
He pushed his jock down and his hard 10-inch cock flipped out. He stroked it slowly for a minute, then patted my cheek with it. “Suck it.”
I held his shaft and licked and sucked his balls. I stroked his cock slowly, then licked and kissed my way up to the tip, took it into my mouth and started sucking his cock.
After a few minutes dad withdrew and got me seated on one of the wooden chairs. He pressed my legs together and stood straddling the chair. “Open your mouth, Danny, baby”.
I opened my mouth and reached for his cock, and he pushed my hand away.
And he pushed his cock into my mouth, held my head still and proceeded to fuck my mouth. He gagged me, purposely, four times over the next five minutes, then withdrew and smeared my saliva over my face. He stepped away from the chair, went to the desk and took out a jar of lubricant, telling me “Stand up and face the chair, hold the back and spread your legs”.
I stood up and told him “I’ve never been fucked”.
Dad grunted, “So much the better. For me, anyway.”. He came over and slapped my ass hard.
I got into the position, anxious and excited.
He pushed two lube-covered fingers into my asshole and lubed and stretched it. He put the lube on my desk, then he turned to face me, lubing his cock.
I watched his hand massaging his lube-shiny cock, my own dick getting hard.
Dad walked around behind me and slapped my ass, not as hard. Then he pushed his cock into my hole, slowly.
I smiled, couldn’t help it, my dick went completely erect and I squirmed as his cock filled me.
He fucked me slowly for the first couple minutes, then sped up more and more, one arm around my hips and the other hand gripping the chair back.
I moaned loudly, crying out “Yeah-huh…yes! Fuck me dad, fuck me hard!”
Dad fucked me, hard, for five more minutes, then withdrew his cock and shot his load all over my ass, grunting “Fucking hot slut… Ah yeah…sweet fucking ass!”
And the doorbell rang.
Dad pulled his jockstrap up, said “Poker buddies. Don’t move.” And exited to the bar, 😊.
[Mr. Drake filled me in on what happened in the bar. Mr. Gaymes went into the bar wearing his jock and slip ons and recruited two of the regulars as two of “dad’s poker buddies”.]
Dad brought two of his poker buddies into my room and, as they stripped, introduced them.
They were Hank [late 40s, 5-foot-10, fit with gray hair, light body hair, shaved pubic hair, and a thick 7-inch cock and big balls] and Jordan [28, 6-foot-2, slim with a runner’s build with blond hair, shaved body hair and a 9-inch cock].
Dad and Hank pushed the chair out of the way and pulled the student desk over to center of the room. He got me bent over the desk, then got a silver dollar out of the desk and addressed the two men. “Winner gets Danny’s pretty ass first.”
Jordan won the toss.
Hank went around in front of me and rubbed his cock across my lips while…
…Jordan freshened the lube in my asshole and lubed his cock. He spread my ass cheeks and teased at my fuckhole for seconds that felt like minutes, then pushed it slowly into me.
I opened my mouth and Hank told me to “Go slow and easy. I want a piece of your ass tonight.” He pushed his thick 7-inch cock into my mouth and slowly fucked me while I licked and sucked him.
Jordan waited a moment after filling my ass with his 9-inch cock, then began fucking me in quick, steady strokes.
After a few minutes, dad came over with his belt and walked around us.
And walked slowly around us again.
And did it a third time. [And for a few tense seconds I thought he was going to hit me with it!]
When he completed that third circle, he leaned forward and carefully pulled my arms behind my back.
And bound my upper arms with his belt.
Jordan said, “Oh fuck,” and chuckled, then sped up and shortened his strokes.
Hank continued fucking my mouth slowly for a couple seconds, then withdrew and told me to stick my tongue out. I did, and he casually rubbed his cock over it. He looked at my dad, “He likes bondage?”
Dad chuckled softly “Oh” he ran a finger up, then down my spine “He likes whatever I tell him to like from now on.”. He slapped my ass lightly.
A few seconds later Jordan hissed a “Fucking–!” and shot a load up my ass.
Hank moved behind me. Jordan withdrew and Hank wasted no time shoving his cock into my hole and fucking me fast.
Jordan said “Thanks, Murph. Hope we see your boy again soon.” He picked up his clothes and left through the rear door.
Hank kept going for another few minutes, then withdrew and jerked off on my ass.
He thanked us, said “Hope to see your boy-slut again soon.”
They helped me stand and moved the desk out of the way.
Hank got his clothes and went out the rear door.
It wasn’t over.
Or rather, the second broadcast was over, but my show had one more act.
Mr. Gaymes asked me, “You ever done a circle jerk?”
I hadn’t, but knew what it was.
He smiled. “Well, Mr. Drake paid Io have you join one. At the center.”
I smiled and said okay. My only concern was my eyes.
He got a pair of swimming goggles out of the desk and put them on me [and joked about being a Boy Scout and always being prepared]. He made sure the belt around my upper arms was loose and entered the bar.
I heard him call for the “…guys with the blue tickets!”
It took about five minutes to get them all together and in order. There were 8 guys [3 whites, 2 blacks, 1 Spanish and 2 Japanese]. Each man was arranged in two groups of four [tall short short tall] one group in front of me and the other behind me for a semicircle jerk.
Mr. Gaymes told all of them to not block the cameras, to get off quickly, and to drop their pants and start on TWO. The front four would go first, then leave. Then the rear group would come around to face me for their turn. He squatted behind me and removed my briefs and stood up.
“ONE…TWO..” And he pointed at the cameramen to roll.
I almost smiled, caught it and replaced it with a pout. It looked like the guys were picked for cock size [not a complaint].
The Spanish guy on the left facing me had 10 inches plus, the white guy next had a thick 9-inch cock, the Japanese had the smallest at a thick 8 inches, and the black guy had a thick 11 incher. And each of them had big balls.
They all were jerking at a quick but not rushed pace.
I was watching the white guy’s clenched hand stroking his cock when the Japanese man said something and blew a huge load of cum all over my face.
The white guy was next, and the Spanish guy was seconds behind him with big cum loads that got into my hair and on my drenched face.
The black guy took another five minutes, then blew a huge cumload. He shot 5 to 6 streams over my face, chest and in my hair. He was laughing softly as he and the other 3 first wave left.
Mr. Gaymes wiped the swimming goggles, then brought the other 4 around in “tall short short tall” order [white Japanese, white, black].
He counted again, “ONE…TWO..” And pointed at the cameramen to roll.
The guys dropped their pants and started jerking off.
There was no 11″ this time, but there was no lack of beef. The first white guy and the black guy each had 10″, the Japanese man bad a thick 7-inch cock and the second white guy had 9″. As with the other group, they all had big balls.
The rest went pretty much the same as the first. The black man came first and shot his large cum load into my hair and on my chest and onto my jerking cock.
The Japanese man was the last to cum, adding his load to my splooge-covered face.
The crowd burst into applause and Mr. Gaymes wiped the swimming goggles and around my eyes.
Gilda came in with two large towels and proceeded to wipe me down, with special attention to my dick [fondling and caressing, but not trying to get me off].
Then she took me to the shower to clean up and dress for cocktail service, swapping the red briefs for a black jockstrap.
THE COCKPIT CLUB
SECOND SHIFT 9:30 TO 11:00
The second cocktail shift was busier than the first. I did two blowjobs at the counter and one in a booth in the first half hour.
And there were two other items:
At around 10:00 pm a group of five businessmen, led by a Mr. Hart, asked for a table dance. I cleared it with Mr. Winthrop, caught my section up and returned to the table.
They wanted barefoot, so I gave my tray and belt with change purse, which doubled as my tips purse, to Ryder. .I wiped and dried the table, slipped my deck shoes off and got up on the tabletop.
I did my best to sway and grind with the jukebox music and they did enjoy it.
I got to hands and knees when the song changed and rotated from man to man getting and giving sloppy, tongue filled kisses.
I laid on my back, legs bent and spread, in front of Mr. Hart. He licked my thighs up to my crotch and pulled my jockstrap off releasing my hard dick.
I spent around 15 minutes being caressed and fondled, then Mr. Hart gave me a personal card and told me, “We’d like to resume this at a less busy venue. Would you be interested?” He tucked $30 into the band of my jockstrap.
I said I couldn’t tonight, but I could get him in touch with my manager, Mr. Collier, if he liked.
He liked, and I wrote down Mr. Collier’s business phone.
The last encounter [last one here…my night wasn’t over] took place at 10:30 at the bar counter.
I was going to do a sweep of my tables when a customer snapped my jockstrap. I turned around to see a Japanese man, 5’5″ with a muscular build, short black hair and an 8-inch cock.
His shirt was open, and he was smoking a cigar. He told me “Good shows. You are very pretty boy, and super ass, baby.”
I thanked him and complemented him on his physique, and he smiled and pulled me closer and caressed my ass. “You like to be fucked, huh.”
I said yes.
He stood and turned me around to face away from him and pressed up against my ass. “You like group action.” He licked my neck.
“Especially gang bangs,” I confirmed.
I felt him opening his slacks. He sucked my earlobe, bit it. “How many in one night? How many fucks?” He called Ryder, one of the bartenders and whispered to him.
I pressed my ass against him, “A dozen.”
He pressed his hard cock against my bare ass. “Oh, you are very bad boy! Next time you invite me too”. Ryder put something on the counter.
The Japanese man eased me forward and pushed two lubricant covered fingers into my hole and lubed and stretched it.
A few men came over, drinks in hands, to watch.
He pushed his barstool aside and told me, “I am Hideo Unoki.” He continued finger fucking me. “Unoki-san. Understand?”
I said yes and added “Oh, yes sir,” as he pushed his 8-inch cock into me. He pulled my jockstrap cup aside, exposing my hard dick , then started fucking me at a steady pace.
A few more men came over to watch and speak softly to each other.
Unoki-san put his right arm around me and grasped my left shoulder. He put his left hand on my ass and fucked me faster.
The “audience” grew to 20, closing us in.
Unoki-san slowed down, licked my collar, kissed my earlobe and licked my ear. He whispered obscene promises.
Somebody said, “I’m next!”
Unoki-san fucked me for another 5 minutes, then sped up and shortened his thrusts. He said something in Japanese, thrust his cock in deep and shot his load up my ass.
He waited a few seconds, then finished his drink. He withdrew, leaned back against the bar and lit his cigar. “Guess my age, baby.”
I turned around and looked him over.
He traced my jaw with a finger. “Guess. You win and I buy you drink.”
I asked what happened if I lost.
He smiled, showing his perfect teeth. “Then you clean up my cock with your tongue. I give you 2 years either way.”
I looked him over, straightening out my jockstrap, and guessed 35.
And Unoki-san chuckled. “Forty-three! Clean it good.”
Some of the men left and a few others came over.
Unoki-san pulled his stool over and sat on the edge.
I started to kneel but realized that would be too short, so I stood and bent forward and began licking his limp cock.
One of the men watching came up behind me and put his hands on my ass and asked if I was ready for more.
And Mr. Drake, who had come over with Saikawa-san, said “No, we’ve got another place to be. If you like I can call you next time he’s going to be here.”
The man gave Mr. Drake a card, and thanked him.
I finished with Unoki-san , who tucked two $20.00 bills and a business card into my jock and shook hands with Mr. Drake.
Gilda had washed and dried my tight red briefs and, after I showered and she blow dried my hair, I dressed in my briefs and shoes and met Mr. Drake and Saikawa-san at their table.
Mr. Drake had me wait near the parking exit, dressed in only briefs and deck shoes, while he and Saikawa-san said goodnight to Mr. Winthrop.
They returned with my pay of $100 for the two shows, $4.50 plus $65 in tips for the cocktailing, and a bonus of $50. And with an invitation to return any time.
We went outside and to the car. In the trunk were a pair of my hip huggers and a black satin shirt, both in dry cleaner plastic bags.
The shirt hung 2 inches past my briefs. Mr. Drake told me to forget the jeans for now.
We reached the 9 Balls a little before midnight.
9 BALLS BAR
Ronnie was on shift tonight and I waved to him. He smiled and raised his arms over his head. I did the same and my shirt rose to expose my briefs. I swayed my hips and got a few whistles.
Mr. Drake told me to get a table and went to order drinks.
I took Saikawa-san to a table near the pool table and said I’d be back in a few minutes. I’d seen Mr. Collier waving me over to his table.
He was with Ted Anderson and two other men in grey suits. Both were middle aged and good looking, though not as attractive as Mr. Anderson.
Mr. Collier smiled and complemented me on “the look”. One of the men asked, “is this Val?” And said “nice” when Mr. Anderson said yes.
I told Mr. C that Mr. Drake was staying over while Uncle Mitch was out of town.
He asked me how the Cockpit went, and I told him it was fun and hot, and that I’d like to do it again
Then he got down to brass tacks. He’d given me the day off, but he really needed me Saturday at 4:30 for three shoots. He’d pay me double time.
Before I could answer, Mr. Drake came up behind me and squeezed my shoulder.
He said a quick hello to Mr. C, and said they’d be at the pool table, then left.
I agreed to the work on Saturday and asked Mr. Collier if he could meet me at the local movie theater at 11:30 a.m. There was a guy who was after a pickup who was giving me bad vibes. [33 Mr. Church.]
He agreed and told me Mr. Anderson would pick me up at 4:00 pm for the shoots.
I thanked him and went to join Mr. Drake and Saikawa-san. Mr. Drake said he just wanted a couple of games, then to show me something new and head on home.
We played a 2-on-1 game [with me the “1” of course 😊]. Then a series of pairs with various men partnering with me and watching my shirt ride up while I was shooting and fondling me when I wasn’t. I was loving it, and the half dozen White Russians that went with it.
We left at 02:00 a.m. and headed out for the Compound East.
When we arrived, Mr. Drake had me put my hip huggers on, and we entered the building from the parking lot. The check in booth gave a clear look at part of the first floor.
And I realized it was a bathhouse.
My first!
THE COMPOUND EAST
Mr. Drake showed the clerk, a fairly good looking blonde with a beer belly, his membership card and told him “Do me a favor, Morgan, page me at 4:00 a.m. if we’re still here.”
He paid for three lockers for the minimum 8 hours. Morgan gave us each 2 towels and a locker key on a wrist strap. While we were undressing, Mr. Drake told us to always keep our check-in card. “If you’re here less than 4 hours they’ll give you half price on your next visit. It has to be within 30 days and the card has to be signed.”
There were 100 lockers in 4 rows on the first floor. In addition, there was a small workout area, a dinette counter, large steam room [capable of seating 50 comfortably],[jared iro1] two saunas, a community shower, 8 solo showers and a large restroom with 8 urinals, 4 stalls [2 with enema units] 3 sinks, and 2 full floor to ceiling mirrors.
The second floor had the same restroom setup, 24 rooms, 3 video rooms, 2 large and 1 small, and a large verandah with 10 chaise loungers and 6 deck chairs with wicker bistro tables, 2 poolside showers and a large Jacuzzi .
The third floor had the same restroom setup, the same verandah setup on the opposite side of the building, a glory hole room, 8 large rooms and 3 video rooms, 1 large and 2 small.
Once the tour was done, we went downstairs to the steam room. Mr. Drake left his towel outside. Saikawa-san and I kept ours on.
The steam was just starting to refill, and I saw about a dozen guys, most of them with their towels around their necks or with no towel at all. A few of them were standing at a 4 foot long by 5-foot-high wall that divided the room. They were no doubt watching what sounded like an intense fuck.
A tall, stocky brunette guy across the room and one of the men at the dividing wall both watched us take seats. Mr. Drake put my right hand on his semi hard cock and said, normal voice, “Get it hard.” Then he told me, softly, while his cock was engorging in my hand, “Sometimes you have to take the lead, to get things started. Flirting is always good, an accidental brush against a guy’s cock, moving closer…you’ll get it.”
He stood up and said, normal voice , “Yeah, that’s good baby doll, now suck it”.
I licked his 9-inch cock and balls all over, then took his cock halfway into my mouth and started sucking it.
The tall brunette came closer and sat across from us.
Saikawa-san looked at the tall brunette then turned back to watch Mr. Drake and me.
After about 5 minutes Mr. Drake held my head and started fucking my mouth.
The tall brunette stood and hung his towel around his neck. His fondled his 8-inch cock and shaved balls.
Mr. Drake sped up and unleashed a big load of cum intro my mouth. He looked at the tall brunette and asked him, “You want some? My name’s Leo.”
“Bradley,” the tall brunette said, “don’t mind if I do.”
He stepped forward and I held his cock straight up and licked and sucked his shaved balls for at least a full minute. [I love shaved balls.
When I started licking Bradley’s cock , Mr. Drake told me “And you’ll swallow for my buddy, right, babe?”
I said yes and started sucking Bradley’s cock. I’d been sucking him for a few minutes when another man, a little shorter than Bradley but muscular and with a slimmer 9-inch cock, asked Bradley if he’d “share the wealth”.
Bradley looked at Mr. Drake, who said “Sure, last for tonight. My name’s Leo.”
Jonathan thanked him, introduced himself and, after Bradley withdrew, pushed half his cock into my mouth and let me suck it for a couple minutes then swapped with Bradley.
They took turns mouth-fucking me, each holding my head for the other, until Bradley suddenly withdrew and jerked a big load onto my face.
A couple minutes later Jonathan said, “open wide” and pumped a cumload into my mouth.
After a shower we went up to the second-floor verandah, pausing long enough for Mr. Drake to grab a few lube tubes. There were 7 men out there not counting us: One asleep on a lounger, two fucking on a lounger, one in a deck chair watching them, two standing, smoking and watching us and one in the Jacuzzi.
Saikawa-san yanked my towel off and let it fall to the deck. He kissed me, slapped my ass when I didn’t open my mouth, then tried again. I opened my mouth, and he shoved his tongue into me. I sucked and licked it for a few seconds. He withdrew, licked my lips and said, “Fold your towel and down on your knees.”
He dropped his towel and massaged his thick 8-inch cock, patted my cheeks with it then slid it into my open mouth. I sucked it for a few minutes, glancing at the two smokers occasionally. Saikawa-san slapped tie top of my head lightly and said “You have been playing prick tease since this afternoon. Now pay attention to me.”
He gripped my hair and fucked my mouth for a few minutes, then withdrew. He and Mr. Drake helped me to my feet. Saikawa-san kissed me, shoving his tongue into my mouth.
Mr. Drake slapped my ass, then slipped two lube-covered fingers into my asshole and stretched and lubed me. Saikawa-san took a lube tube and prepped his cock. He ran a hand through my hair, “I have been watching you taking cock all night. Now it’s my turn, slutboy.”
The man in the Jacuzzi turned around to see what was going on.
The two smokers stepped closer.
I turned away from Saikawa-san, put my arms around Mr. Drake’s neck, spread my legs wide and swayed my ass.
Saikawa-san pushed his thick 8 inches into my fuck-hole, grasped my hips, and started fucking me at a steady pace.
One of the smokers came closer and ran a finger up my spine from my ass to my neck. He asked Mr. Drake “Are you staying long?”
Mr. Drake said “We’ve been going for twelve hours. We’ll be in again before Thursday.”
Saikawa-san sped up and shortened his thrusts.
“Come down to the lockers with us, I’ll give you my personal card.” Mr. Drake continued, “Call me after 10:00 a.m. and I’ll let you know. “
And Saikawa-san thrust his cock deep into my hole and shot a load of cum into me.
The smoker said okay and shook hands with Mr. Drake.
Saikawa-san and I rinsed in the poolside showers, then all 5 of us [both of the smokers went with us] went down to the lockers. Mr. Drake gave both of them personal calling cards.
We showered, dressed and left, and got home around 04:15. I was certain I’d have trouble sleeping because I’d got my second wind on the drive home.
But after I set my alarm for 09:30 I crashed.
Til Next Time 😁
Val