Bronco Bruce and the Casting Couch
by Bald Hairy Man
This is a story about gay men and gay sex. If you don't like that DON'T read it. You have been warned. It is intended for adults to read, not for minors. It is a fantasy, not a sex manual. No effort to portray safe sex practices has been made. If you have any comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com.
I am Bruce Baldwin. I had everything it takes to be a star, good looks, great body and a wonderful personality. I knew I was a bit short on talent, but that didn't seem to be an impediment to stardom as far as I could tell. The talent problem didn't do me in, being lazy did. Looking back I was never good about working on things. All through school being nice and good looking was enough. I would do anything as long as work wasn't involved.
I went to Hollywood to become a star hoping lightening would strike and I would become an overnight sensation. That didn't happen. I wasn't totally clueless. I had a back up plan. By accident in High School I discovered sex could open up doors when cute and personable failed.
One of my earlier plans for my life was to become a star football player. Football star's aren't lazy and I was on the verge of getting cut from the team. I had been the last one in the shower when Coach Millard called me into his office to lower the boom. Instead of getting dressed, I went to see him wearing only a towel. No one was left in the showers, but he closed the door. It's really embarrassing to have other guys listening to you getting kicked off the team.
I was nervous and dropped my towel. Coach made it a policy of not watching us shower. Good looks and a great body didn't do the trick for Coach Millard. A big cock did. Instead of grabbing my towel and covering up, I let it all hang out. Oddly I got a little excited and got half hard.
Coach started his spiel, but got distracted. I reached down to cover up some, but stroked my cock instead. This was purely an instinctive move on my part. I was the high school jerk off king. Whenever my hand got withing six inches of my cock, I'd give it a stroke. Coach Millard reached over and was nice enough to stroke it for me.
To make a long story short, we ended up in the Coach's shower and I drank a quart or two of his cock milk. Coach had been a college level wrestler and was beaten up some. He was an ugly man with miss shaped features and a beefy body covered in an inch or two or three of body hair. I had never sucked a guy before, but I sure liked his cock.
Coach was all man, and real men aren't always pretty. I had fucked a few girls, but that was nothing compare to having Coach's man seed spurting into my mouth. I loved it. I loved it even more when Coach dropped to his knees and sucked me. Coach was real apologetic afterwards, but I told him it was great and asked if we could do it again sometime. He said I was afraid he couldn't, but that resolve only lasted a week.
In college the same sort of thing happened. I was near failing English and was going to see my professor. He was a six-foot-four hair covered giant of a man. He wore short sleeve shirts and had one or two button buttons undone. He was furry. One girl claimed she could see hair growing on his eye balls. We were in the shower at the college gym after swimming when he saw me naked. I got hard and we ended up in his apartment sucking our balls dry. Quite frankly I was shocked at how good it was and how turned on I was.
I thought of my self as the campus dream boat; he was the campus troll. By that time in my life I was scoring pretty regularly with the hotter girls, but it was the troll that floated my boat. I'm not an introspective man and I should have noticed this oddity, but I got a C- in the class and graduated. I figured trading sperm with a guy was an easy price to play, especially since the man was well hung and I sort of liked that. Actually, I liked him.
I tried a few jobs around town, but they all demanded more work that I wanted to do, or having some interest in the job itself. My primary interest was always in the man I saw in the mirror each morning. I couldn't get much interested in a customer or client. Hollywood seemed the perfect solution for me. Certainly being overly self interested was no problem there.
My Grand Dad died and left me some money, I left Minnesota and moved to Los Angles. The second I drove into the city I was at home. It was about as unlike Minnesota as a place could be. That was fine with me. I got a small apartment and settled into the task of getting discovered. That proved to take longer than I expected. I used the time getting a tan.
I ran into a guy at a bar named Mark Markham. He was a fast taking, enthusiastic talent scout. We hit it off pretty good. Physically he was a small version of my College professor. The professor was a giant troll; Mark was a mini troll. I'm a strapping six-eet tall, blond man with blue eyes and a killer smile. We met at 8:30 and I was in his apartment sucking his cock by 10:00.
I don't know who was more surprised, Mark or me. I don't think he had bagged a man as good looking as me in years. I was unbelievably turned on by him. I my defense, while he was short and dumpy, he was well equipped with six plus inches of tube steak. The sex was good, but when he wanted me to fuck him I was unsure. I decided to give it a spin.
I soon discovered Mark really like to get fucked and I really like to screw. It was beautiful. I have a seven inch cock. For a man as short as Mark that meant I could almost give him CPR through his ass. His ass hole was tight and his ass open. My cock thought it had died and gone to fucking heaven.
Mark seemed to know when I was close to shooting and he made me slow down. Instead of my normal five minute, slam-bang-thank-you-ma'am routine, I went for 30 minutes of constant fucking. I thought my cock exploded when I finally shot off. As soon as I stopped shooting I pulled out and tried to swallow Mark's entire cock, he shot off a bucket full of man milk.
His asshole was much tighter than any pussy I had plowed, and Mark was much more appreciative. I had screwed a few girls who were sort of into it, but nothing like Mark. He liked sex as much as I did. Mark liked me a lot.
I saw Mark quite a lot over the next week and told him of my plans. He was polite, but I could tell he wasn't too impressed by them. As a talent scout he was unimpressed. He liked me but could tell I was not talented.
Mark also asked about my sexual experience. I told him about the girls and then about my experience with coach and with my college professor. He was real interested in that. I asked him about his sexual experiences. I figured turn about is fair play.
Much to my surprise, he told me the truth and leveled with me. Mark had a nice apartment but it was nothing to write home to Minnesota about. It wasn't the pad of a high powered talent agent.
"Well, I am a talent scout of sorts, but I make my money by running a pool cleaning, house cleaning operation. It's an all male staff and our clients are all gay, but some are closeted. I pay the staff well, but the big money is in tips. If they provide extra services, the tips are good. I don't take a percentage of the tips so that encourages good service from my staff.
That sounded innocuous enough. Then I figured out the real business.
"What kind of tips do they get?" I asked.
"Two, three hundred or more, depending on how good your services are," Mark said. "My clients are mostly older men, sort of like me. Some of my staff members aren't to enthusiastic about them."
"What makes for big tips?"
"As far as I can tell, the best tips are for good attitude and enthusiasm," Mark said. "My clients like to enjoy themselves, but the like to think they can give pleasure too. You have that skill."
I hadn't thought about providing that kind of service, but it defined easy work. I told Mark I might be interested. My inheritance wasn't that big. It was okay now, but living in Los Angles isn't cheep. It might be a good way to replenish the coffers while waiting for fame to strike. Mark told me to come by in two days and I could go on a service call. He'd send me with Billy, one of his best men, and I could test the waters.
I show up and met Billy. Billy was a fifty year old hillbilly from the North Carolina mountains. He was friendly and unassuming. He also liked the way I looked. He took one glance at my crotch, and I passed his entrance requirements. I went with him in his battered pickup.
Mark always spoke in euphemisms. Billy didn't. That was nice and we got down to brass tacks. "Let me tell you how this works. We're double dating so we'll share tip if one of us get the roll in the hay and the other cleans the pool."
"I don;t really know much about cleaning pools," I said.
"If the sex is good enough that won't make a difference," Billy said as he laughed. "We're going to see Maury Tannenbaum. He's was a big shot, but is past his prime now. If he has a good time, the cleaning is incidental. Are you full service?"
"What?"
"Do you fuck and suck, top and bottom?"
"I suck and top, but I've never bottomed," I replied.
"That won't be a problem with Maury, unless he as company," Billy said. "If you want someone to pop your cherry, I'd be glad to be of service. I got a long thin one that's easy to take and does a good job getting you off too, especially if you like to it doggy style."
"Maybe I'll take you up on that later," I said.
"Sure, the offer is open anytime," Billy continued. "You might get big bucks if you let one of them be the first. Some of them have big meat and I wouldn't recommend them as a good starter cock." We drove deep into a canyon valley and went through a gate and up to a Mission style house.
Billy knocked and a heavyset man came to the door. Billy talked with him for a while and returned to the truck. "I have a feeling you're going to share your tip with me," he said. "Maury saw and Maury liked. Take your shirt off right away, get the net and start skimming the leaves from the surface. Then let nature take its course."
Billy knew his stuff. He got testing supplies out of the truck as I skimmed. Billy showed me how to do the water testing, and then went to the pool equipment room to adjust the chemical balance of the water. Maury appeared in a Hawaiian shirt, got on a lounge chair on the sunny side of the pool and sunned himself as he watched me.
Maury was heavily tanned and covered in black, curly hair from his bald head to his toes. He apparently dyed what hair remained on his head and his beard. The hair in the center of his chest was gray.
He had worn Bermuda shorts, but had stripped to a Speedo. It looked packed. I think he worked out some, but he was built and shaped like a brick. There were a few lumps in his Speedo. I was wearing a baggy polyester athletic short. The outer layer was net, but there was a solid inner short. I was hosing down the decking around the pool. My shorts got wet and clingy.
Maury wasn't attractive in any conventional way, but my cock took a shine to him. Maury could see a log growing in my shorts. He got up and went in the house. A little later I saw him just inside the door, fondling his cock. I assumed that was an invitation. I went to the door.
"Come on in," he said.
"I might get you house wet," I said as I stripped off my shorts.
"Damn," Maury said. He was naked too. Since he was no more than five feet four inches tall, my cock was near his mouth. He hardly had to bend over to suck it. Maury didn't even look at me. He used his tongue to thoroughly explore me, or more correctly, my genitals. This was okay, but I really wanted to get at his cock. By the time I got to his cock it was a taste treat. He had a beer can style cock and bull balls all coated in his sweet and sticky pre cum. He was excited and he shot off after only five minutes of cock sucking. I gobbled it all up.
He asked if I could get back to the pool for a while and maybe visit him later. Maury needed a rest. A little later he talked to Billy. Billy came over to me when they were finished talking.
"Bruce, you are a hit. Maury wants to know if we can come back this evening for a little party. He likes me, but he really likes you," Billy said. "It will be big bucks."
I'm a sensible guy. I asked how much?
"$1,000.00," Billy said. "Each!" That made up my mind.
"He said it wouldn't be more than four of five men," Billy said. "We can say no too, if it's a problem and we need to go home."
"Have you needed to say no?" I asked.
"A few times, but never with anyone of Maury's pals. We do all thei pools," Billy said. "There mostly like Maury. Okay guys, but none of them were Playgirl centerfolds, if you get my drift. It will be a pool party so you don't need to dress."
"How well do you know Maury?"
"Pretty well," Billy answered. "just because you're older and not too good looking doesn't mean you loose your sex drive. That's Maury and his pals. I've got the sex drive of a bull in heat 24/7. I figure if I have some extra hormonal needs I might as well share them with a generous man."
"That's a nice way to look at it," I said. It was a deal.
We returned to the house that night at 8:00. Billy knocked on the door and Maury let us in. we went to the pool and there were two other men waiting for us. Nick was a 65 year old Greek, who looked like the abominable snowman, and Sal, a short Italian from the Bronx. He was a pint sized Abominable Snow man. They were in Speedos that barely covered their equipment. A few minutes later two more men arrived. One was a young oriental named Nate who was with his "Daddy" Reginald.
Billy knew all of then and introduced me. Nate was a former pool boy who had struck pay dirt with Reginald. Nate was a body builder and was muscled from head to toe. Reginald was a distinguished gentleman. I found out he was a well known character actor who was called in when a grandfatherly man was needed on a sit com.
We had a drink or two. I noticed the Speedos were getting tighter. Nate wore a thong, and Billy wore a mesh work out short, without the liner. Several of the men knew him. Nate got the ball rolling by stripping of the thong and jumping in the pool. Nick, Sal and I followed suit. Billy, Maury and Reginald just got naked and got down to cock sucking.
I was soon between Nick and Sal who were feeling me out. I ducked below the water and sucked Nick and then Sal. Nick was hung like the Abominable snow man. His cock must have been eight inches and thick too. Sal was smaller and thiner, but easy to suck.
We got out of the pool so there would be less chlorine on our cocks as we sucked. Nate was with Maury and Billy with Reginald. I was with the two snowmen and enjoying them. They were both unattractive, but ultra masculine and furry. I love that combination. They liked young, handsome and hung.
Nick loved my cock, and his turned me on big time. Sal liked my ass. It was the perfect combination. Nick and I got in the 69 position, while Sal took us station at my ass. I had never been rimmed before, but it was fine.
While we were in the water Maury had put out tubes of lubricant and little bottles of stuff. They turned out to be poppers. I didn't know what they were but soon found out. Sal lubricated his finger and began to work it into my ass. I didn't know what to think about that, but it felt good, so I decided thinking about it wasn't worthwhile. I went with the flow. I don't think I focused on Sal's objective. Sal had a plan.
Meanwhile I had a great time with Nick. I was happy with beefy, hairy men. He was all of that and tall too. I had never been with a genuinely horse hung man before and I liked it. I couldn't suck much of it, but it was really inspirational. I didn't know exactly what you could do with anything that big, but I was willing to learn. He seemed to like my efforts. He was uncut, but fully erect and the skin had pulled back. His knob was a mouthful in itself, the size of a silver dollar. The flared edge of his cock head was tender and every time I ran my tongue around it he shivered. For me the main attraction was his wide piss slit. It was almost wide enough to get my pinky into it.
I didn't waste any time with the pinky thoughts, I poked my tongue in it. Nick rewarded me with a glob of sweet pre cum. I though old men generally stopped oozing, but Nick oozed big time. Every time I licked the rim of his knob, fondled his balls or stroked his cock, he'd produce more.
During a short break to catch our breath, Sal said he wanted to fuck me. He didn't exactly say he would; he expressed his desire.
"I guess that's okay," I said. Billy's offer of earlier in the day came back to me. Maybe I should have taken him up on his offer to fuck me. "I've never don that, so maybe you could take your time?"
If I hadn't wanted to get fucked, that was the wrong thing to say. Sal moaned a heartfelt, "Thank you Jesus!" Nick oozed a half pint of precum. I was fondling his cock and the juice drooled down his shaft. I bent over to lick up the tasty juice. Both men took that gesture as a yes.
It was a strange situation. I was enjoying myself so much I hadn't thought how much they were enjoying me. If this were a porn video, I would be the virginal stud muffin being pawed and abused by two hairy old trolls. In reality I was a sex crazed stud muffin trying to drain two hairy old men of all their vital reproductive juices. Nick's cock juice was so good, I couldn't focus on anything else.
I later found out Sal was a screen writer and while he had done some major movies, he had also worked out his own little porn movies, most of which involved a virgin bottom. He had it all worked out.
I was on my hands and knees as I suctioned pre cum from Nick's huge cock. Sal was fingering me from behind. Oddly the deeper he probed, the better it was. Soon his cock was at my hole. Nick held one of the little bottles. "Take a snort of this," he said. I did as he told me. When the fumes reached my brain, Sal's cock was deep in my ass. It was painless and exciting. It was like the Wizard of Oz when it became Technicolor. I was wedged between two sex driven hair balls. I loved it.
During a lull, Sal told me Nick wanted to fuck me bad.
"I want that too," I replied.
"He's really big. Do you mind if my pals open you up more?" Sal asked. This was part of his fantasy porn movie.
"Shit no!" I replied enthusiastically. I'm not much of a poker player. That wasn't part of the plan, but Sal could improvise. Sal called the other men over and told them of our problem.
Everyone was willing to help. Reginald expressed some concern about ravaging a virgin. It took me a minute to realize he was an actor and was playing a role. Nate was the smallest of the men there. Nick held me on his lap as Sal and Maury held my legs open. Nate's cock was thin, but very hard. It also seemed to be the perfect length to ram my prostate. All I knew about a prostate I had learned from adds on television. I suddenly discovered it was a sex organ.
Nate pulled out and Maury took his place. Maury's beer can was hard to take but a snort or too of Jungle juice did the trick. Sal and Nate's cock probed my ass; Maury's occupied it. I felt full. While Nate had rammed my prostate, Maury squeezed it. That was good too.
Maury seemed happy about it, but when he shot off I understood just how happy.
"Damn, I love sloppy seconds," Bill said as he slipped his rod into my ass. He was long and moderately thick, and went deeper than Sal or Maury. Billy was a jolly fucker. He figured I was pretty well opened so he did some pile driving, but pulled out before he popped. Reginald was next.
Reginald wanted to do me doggy style. He wasn't a fucker, he did a prostate massage with his bloated cock. He seemed relaxed and almost casual about it, but he deposited his load in my ass after a few minutes. It was Nick's turn now.
Nick was a hard but fair fucker. He wanted to fuck me bad. His eight inches of cock was going to lodged in my ass one way or another. He would take his time. I knew from sucking him he was self lubricating. Billy and Nate had taken his cock before so they offered technical assistance.
I don't want to sound like bottom pig, but it wasn't that hard to take. Maury's was the same diameter, Nick was just twice as long. Quite frankly Nick's cock could do no wrong. He fucked me on my back, doggy style and eventually I sat on it. I bounced on Nick's monster and shot off Roman candle style.
"Why look at that boy ride that bronco!" Billy exclaimed. That is how I got to be called Bronco Bruce for the customers of the cleaning service. Writers have a nom-de-plume; I had a nom-de-cock.
I had also made a good friend in Nick. I had never felt anything remotely as intense Nick's fucking. I went to the moon and back several times. I thought I knew what sex was but I had only a glimmer. I had been playing with a sparkler when suddenly the grand finale of the 4th of July fireworks display went off in my ass.
Resting between fucks, Nick told me I was a wonder. "Most guys seem to think my cock is gross," he said.
"Shit, it's the most beautiful thing I've seen," I said. "It's 100% pure man meat. Didn't they try it on for size?"
"Most are afraid. Are you sure this is your first time? I can't believe you took it so easily," Nick added.
"Well, I not virgin any more!"