Bronco Bruce and the Casting Couch 2
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 always knew I was a go-with-the-flow guy. I am laid back and easy going. In High School and college there were people who knew where they were going and what they wanted to do. That wasn't me. I was casually interested in many things, but none in any depth. There were pre-med students, there were computer geeks, there were kids totally engrossed in music, Star Wars and painting. I wasn't that into anything.
Some people were engrossed in making money and getting rich, or were driven to bed members of the opposite sex. I was willing to make money and have sex, but I wasn't going to work at it.
The party at Maury's was a revelation to me. I enjoyed it more than anything I had ever done. I hadn't understood you could enjoy anything as much as this. I know I should have been shocked, perhaps I should have felt degraded. After all, six men had fucked my virgin ass and had their way with me.
I felt exhilarated instead. It was as if I had been watching old silent movies and suddenly went to see "Gone With the Wind." I had been to my first gay orgy, had discovered a new sex organ and had a great time to boot.
I now knew older men, especially hairy older men, turned me on. I didn't dread taking their cocks; I loved it.
Next week I went to do yard work at Nick's place. He lived in Malibu in a house overlooking the Pacific. It was an old house from the 50s, and it reminded me of the houses in those old Perry Mason mysteries. I half expected to have Della Street answer the door. With that site the place had to be worth well over a million.
Nick greeted me at the door in a robe. A minute later we were naked and going at it like dogs in heat. Not much yard work was done. Nick was a good man, but horny as hell. I was there for four hours and it was pretty much all sex all the time. We actually did talk some.
Nick's cock was a beauty, long, fat and juicy. Nick himself was borderline ugly, or at least most people would regard him as ugly. He was tall, beefy, bald, bearded and horse hung. He had a deep voice you needed a sub-woofer to appreciate.
When you see adds for men's clothes most of the models are smooth, thin and young. Some are slightly androgynous. For women being ultra-feminine is acceptable and encouraged. Some of the old stars like Mae West and Marylin Monroe got a double dose of feminine characteristics. Nick got a double dose of male characteristics.
"You know, it's hard to find guys who like my cock as much as you do," he said.
"What's not to like?" I asked.
"Some of Mark's boys pretend to like it. Some of them grin and bear it. You enjoyed it," he said. "I felt you shiver and twitch as I went deep. I was afraid you would be worn out by the other men."
"I was afraid it would be messy and you'd be turned off. Three or four shot their loads in my ass."
We broke off the conversation as he mounted me once more. We did a Kama Sutra like investigation of ways he could get in my ass. All were successful. I couldn't get enough of it. Every time he penetrated my ass it was another trip to the moon for me.
We were at it for two hours when the doorbell rang. It was one of Nick's friends. I heard talking and then Nick brought his friend to meet me. I had time to pull on my pants. I was shocked when I was face to face with Barkley DeVille, a star of Space Doctor. It had been a hit television program twenty years earlier. I knew it from reruns.
Space Doctor was set in a jungle planet, and Barkley was the hard, but fair doctor who dealt with an unending series of odd ball medical problems. Unlike many programs set in space, Space Doctor rejected the normal velour space suits in favor of bikinis and thong like costumes more suited for a tropical planet. It guess you could say it was a combination of Star Trek and Baywatch. Berkley was the hairy, well muscled sidekick of the main star. He stood out in the groups of beach bunnies and stud muffins that made up most of the cast.
He always looked big on the screen. He was the head of security for the hospital and was called in when needed. A goodly portion of the diseases on the planet seemed to generate violent psychotic interludes, so Barkley got to show off his muscles a lot. In reality he was huge. He must have six feet six.
He had put on thirty or forty pounds since his Space Doctor's days. He was wearing a mostly unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt, showing off his shaggy chest. He was Nick's fuck buddy.
"Bronco, this is Barkley, I assume you recognize him," Nick said. "Do you mind if he joins us? I hope you don't mind, but I told him you like it in the ass."
Of course I said yes. On television, he always had a good basket. At the time it was the subject of speculation whether it was real or fake. It was real. He was an inch or so longer than Nick and thicker. He possessed a bulbous cock head. I think he was cut, but he was hard the second he stripped and I couldn't exactly tell. Barkley was casual about sex. As a star I think he was used to it. We talked as he lubricated his cock.
I was on my back on the bed. Nick held my legs open to give Berkley easy access to my ass. I was excited, and Nick gave me a sniff of poppers to ease the way. It wasn't as purely pleasurable as Nick's but it was more sexual. The excitement came from the sheer size of his organ. My ass was totally occupied by his massive meat. Barkley's casual approach vanished as his knob pushed through my sphincter.
"Damn, Nick, it is good!" he exclaimed as he pushed deeper. I don't know if I could have imagined being fucked by a television star. At first it was pure sex, unadulterated by any other emotions. But after five or six strokes, he got into it as did I.
Nick later explained Barkley was a naturally reserved and shy man. While there were any number of men and women who were willing to jump in bed with him, many of these were just collecting what Nick called sexual autographs. During the height of his stardom he discovered most of these had no interest in him, other than to say they had slept with him. He learned to invest no emotion in these relationships.
I'm a responsive man, and once I got use to his cock, I got into it. The more I put into it, the more Barkley put into me. I rotated and bounced my hips to play with the invader in my ass. He liked that. He knew where my prostate was located and rubbed his big knob against it. I almost passed out it was so good.
Barkley was always the perfect guest, and he periodically pulled out to let Nick revisit my ass. They were pals and double teamed me. I loved that as much as they did. Barkley liked to watch Nick's meat slip into my ass and see how I reacted. It was friendly and pleasurable.
Much to my surprise, at one point, Barkley straddled me and sat on my cock. That it didn't expect. Nick was just as surprised.
"Barkley, I didn't know you like to play hood ornament?" Nick exclaimed.
"Mr. Bronco has been such a nice man, I thought I'd give him a rest," Barkley replied as he gently bounced on my cock. He had a sphincter of steel, so he squeezed my cock as he bounced.
"I'm going to shoot!" I cried.
"Damn, it's nice to know I am appreciated," he said. He made no effort to get off my cock so I gave his prostate a good sperm bath. Once I shot he squeezed his sphincter to milk the last drops of my orgasmic juices from my ass. We all rested.
I recover quickly so Nick fucked me as we talked. I told Barkley of my plan to be discovered. I don't think he was much impressed, but he was pleasant about it. He switched places with Nick and they told me stores about Space Doctor.
They could carry on a pleasant conversation while they fucked. Barkley said he was into marathons, not sprints. The conversation included me and they were interested in my thoughts and reactions. The continually added lubricant to make sure it was easy for me. The also asked what felt good and what felt great.
Sex was a part of their lives, a natural form of recreation and enjoyment. Their cocks were a part of their bodies, not an embarrassing organ that had to be hidden, nor a special use piece of equipment that needed to be dusted off in the rare occasion when it was to be used.
It was a little bit like my mother's Bridge Club. All the ladies knew the game well, and were more than capable of playing the game and having a sensible conversation at the same time. There was one difference. When an orgasm was immanent we would all concentrate on making it as good as it could be. I had thought of orgasms as an individual event. I didn't know you could share. I had been the jerk off king, and that was definitely individual.
Nick and Barkley were experienced men and knew the signs of an on coming orgasm. I found men are prone to chain reaction orgasms. I got excited and pleased when they shot off and they enjoyed my orgasms. It was sort of a Three Musketeers thing, "One for all and all for One."
It couldn't last for ever and Barkley had to leave. Nick had a dinner engagement, but said we'd get together soon. Mark gave me a call the next day. He said Nick called him and complimented me on my services. "Bruce, you are a hit! Apparently Barkley rarely bottoms and my experience with him was exceptional."
"They were nice men," I said. Mark asked me to come over and plan a few more job visits. I visited him that afternoon. We had a long conversation. I was a bit surprised when he didn't try to get me to turn over a part of the tips. I finally asked his what was up.
"Bruce I am in to pool cleaning and handyman business. I am not a pimp. I charge top dollar and pay you for that work. My clients like my staff and that's why they pay so well. I'm careful about selecting my employees and clients, all are checked out in advance. I guess you could say I am an enabler. If there is any problem with either, I take care of it. It's good for everyone."
Mark told me he wanted me to clean the pool of another client, a man named Joe. "He has a prickly personality, so don't be put off by him. He also has some associates in attendance who are a bit difficult too. Some are armed. Just play it straight and you will be fine."
"Is this some sort of a Mafia Don?" I asked.
"Don't speculate about anything, anywhere, or any time," Mark said firmly. "Just clean the pool and if he's interested he will send for you. I'm sending you with Billy. Joe likes Billy."
Joe's house was more of a castle than a house. Billy rang the door bell and a big muscular man opened it for us. After going through a dark, vaulted hall, we entered the sun filled central court yard. It was open air, but was entirely surrounded by the house and was totally private. A man who could have been the som of the door man swam in the pool. He was naked. As before I did the skimming, and Billy looked after the chemicals.
One of the drains was clogged, and I had to get in the pool to clean it out. I was wearing light weight athletic shorts in a thin fabric. When I got out of the water there was nothing left to the imagination. The swimmer was out of the pool now and sitting on a lounge chair. He gave me a good looking over as he rearranged his balls.
I smiled at him. Somehow I thought this was the audition for meeting Joe.
"Put your shorts on the back of a chair," he said in a strong Bronx accent. They will dry off better." I did as I was told.
Billy came out from the pool machine room. "Mario, this is my new side kick, Bronco Bruce. He's a good kid."
"Is he the shy type?" Mario asked.
"Not one bit. Bruce is friendly and accommodating."
"Salvatore, George and Red Dog dropped in last night," Mario said. "Vincent is here too. Is your pal that friendly and accommodating?"
Billy laughed, "I don't know about that. Friendly, yes, but I don't know the limits of accommodating. He will give it the old college try!"
Mario answered a call on his cell phone. The only words I could make out were, "It's Billy and a pal of his." Then he looked at us.
"You are kind of overdressed. Is that a problem?" he asked.
"It's no problem for me and even less for Bronco here as you can see," Billy said as he stripped off his shorts. We went back to work. I scrubbed the edge of the pool, while Billy worked on a hot tub. I was on my hands and knees scrubbing the tile work. Billy brought over a foam pad to kneel on.
"Don't be shy about showing your hole," Billy whispered to me. "Joe is into holes. By the way, if you're into hairy men, you've hit the mother load here."
Men came and went around me as I worked on the tile. They talked casually, and didn't seem to notice I was there. Eventually an older man came over to me.
"You seem to be a lot more hard working than the other boys Mark has sent over," he said. "Joe and his boys like hard working pool boys." I looked up. His cock was at my eye level I saw a hairy crotch and meaty uncut cock. Looking further up, there was a bearded smiling face topping a furry body, the body hair was black, the beard was mostly white.
"Nice view," I said.
"I take it you aren't into girly men," he said, still smiling. He reached down and fondled his cock. It got firmer. "I'm Salvatore, Joe's uncle."
"I'm Bruce, but they call me Bronco. Joe must be a young man."
"I'm 69, he's 56," Salvatore replied. I was his father's youngest brother." He came closer to me. His cock was all but in my face. I stuck my tongue out. He got closer and we connected. That was the right thing to do. I sucked Salvatore's foreskin into my mouth and worked my tongue into the pucker. There was the fresh taste of precum inside.
"By the way, Joe liked to watch sex," Salvatore explained. "We're in a rough business. He likes his guest naked. You can't hide guns or knives when you're in your birthday suit. Sex helps his boys lose their edge. It keeps them mellow, less tense."
On the other side of the pool Billy and Mario connected. The tension in the air vanished as the sex got hotter. Salvatore's cock responded to my tongue and grew to be impressive.
"You've become a cradle robber, Salvatore!" a man said in a deep voice. I looked up and saw a hairy body and a bearded head. With a broken nose and bushy eyebrows the man looked like a cartoon character bad man.
"Just checking out the quality of the meat," Salvatore said. "Bronco here is grade A prime US inspected. You'll like him Joe."
I lowered my eyes and saw Joe's cock. He was soft, but it was larger than his Uncle's. Six inches is good for a soft cock his cock head made a big bulge in the tube of foreskin. His hair was jet black and his balls were hairy too. He stood close to Salvatore and his cock was in range. I sucked in Joe's foreskin and Salvatore moved away.
"Let's go to a shady corner," Joe suggested. The shady corner included a pillow like mattress. Joe's beard was an effort to cover a damaged face. Joe had been beaten up some. There were scars and his head looked dented in a few places. Salvatore later told me, Joe had been a boxer and got out of fighting when he realized the potential for brain damage. He was hard to understand. He had a cleft palate which had been poorly corrected.
It's odd. Ugly women don't become more womanly because they are ugly, but the scars made Joe more masculine. He was all man and I like that. Most gay men are looking for young, tanned beach bunnies or stud muffins. Those who aren't are in to muscle men. I am turned on by older, very hairy, conventionally unattractive men. Maybe it's a fetish, but Joe turned me on big time. I'd never be a good poker player, and Joe figured that out quickly.
Joe was rich and powerful. He could buy anything he wanted. You can't buy precum. When I get turned on I drool the sweet ball juice like a mountain stream in Spring. I'm also not the passive type. I can't lay back and let a guy suck me. The more excited I get the more I want to suck. Joe wasn't use to reciprocity. I buried my head in his hairy crotch. He had hair growing half way up the shaft. His cock head was smooth and tender. He was oozing too. Joe got really excited and soon filled my mouth with a bucketful of his spunk. He went back in the house, but told his men to make sure I wasn't worn out when he came back.
Billy was busy. He was off to the side with his cock probing deep in someone's ass. I couldn't tell who was the bottom.
"What's your name?" a man asked.
"Bronco Bruce here," I said.
"Joe sure had a smile on his face when he left," the man remarked.
"I take it you aren't someones brother here?" I asked. He had to be the man they called Red Dog. He was a blondish- red haired man; his beard was blond, but his body hair was red. He looked smooth compared to the other men, but he had a thick pelt. It just didn't show.
"Think of me as being adopted. I'm Red Dog McMartin, from the Irish branch of the Alladono family," he said. He fondled my balls and leaned close to me. "I see you like man seed. Joe loves the stuff too. It takes a lot for him to get off. Did you take it all?" he whispered.
"I sure did," I said. Red Dog dropped to his knees and began to suck. He looked like a professional wrestler, but he was a delicate sucker. The man who Billy had been fucking came over to us.
"I love new meat!" he exclaimed.
"I'm Bronco Bruce," I said.
"Vince here. I see Red Dog is too busy to make proper introductions. This pool service is getting better all the time. First, Billy got me good, then I see you. It's going to be a good day." His cock was still dripping cum. I intercepted some with my finger and licked it up.
"Less to clean up later," I said.
Vince burst into laughter. "You've got good attitude, Bronco."
Red Dog got up. "The boy's nice and juicy. If you like ball juice, you can milk him." Vince sank to his knees and took Red Dog's place. I was a bit surprised since cum was still dribbling from his last orgasm. Vince was much younger than Joe and Salvatore. I assumed he was a nephew or cousin. I guessed he was 30 or 35. Billy told me he was 25. His heavy body and body hair made him look older.
"Save some for me!" A man called from the other end of the pool. A big, very hairy and heavily tanned man came over. His pubic hair was still back, but most of the rest was white. It almost looked as if he was covered in snow.
"We don't need to save him for you!" Vince said. "George, you take whatever you want anyway," Red Dog laughed.
"Damn right!" George said. He looked me straight in the eye. "You'd better not have a problem with meat aged to perfection." Actions speak louder than words, so I bent over and sucked his enshrouded cock. George shifted his position so he could still suck me. My tongue was inside Vince foreskin and licking his head. In no time at all, Vince was huge.