Bronco Bruce and the Casting Couch 4
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 had a good time with the old guys. I liked sex a lot and I like older men. I felt them out and they felt me out. One guy fingered my prostate, but that was fine. I played a little hard to get in a playful way. They liked the cat and mouse game.
I played cat and mouse because there was one particular cat I who interested me. That was Ari. I didn't want to used up before he got a chance. The party was fun. It broke up around 3:00. Ari got me to the side. The party's over but some of my buddies stay behind for some hard core fun. Are you interested?"
"I sure am."
"Let me warn you some of the guys call us the hair club for men. We ain't pretty," he said. "most of them are tops too."
"That is fine with me," I replied. "Actually, it sounds kind of exciting."
"There may be four," Ari whispered. "It's not a gang bang, but there is a lot of fucking."
"All tops? I'm the only bottom?" I asked. He nodded. "Hot damn!" I added.
"I like a kid with good attitude."
Four men stayed, five when you included Ari. They all fucked me, but it wasn't a gang bang. They were all appreciative of me and careful. Saul was a bald, short very hairy man with a cut cock. He head was pool ball shaved, and the curly hair started an inch below a dress shirt collar would sit. He liked young men and I guessed he wanted to be sure I was willing to get fucked. He was unsure of himself.
Bruno was a massive muscle bear, and must have been six- four or five. He had a white beard and much of his body hair was white too. He was big, with a fire plug style cock. They called him the Snowman, not as in Frosty the Snowman, but the Abominable Snowman. I thought he looked like Santa with a double dose of testosterone.
Nestor was a Greek costume designer. He was tanned otter without a tan line to be seen. He had salt and pepper hair and a nice, uncut organ. Everything about him was thin and long, especially his foreskin. It didn't exactly drag on the floor but it looked possible. He was the perfect gay man as seen in movies, swishy and affected. His cock was all man.
Fourth man was Raging Ronnie Raleigh, a former professional wrestler. He was built like the Hulk. His nickname had been the Grizzly. His brown hair was turning white and covered everything but his eye balls and cock head. He rarely even trimmed his hair or beard and had more hair in his back than most men had on their heads, he was shaggy. His cock was hidden somewhere in his pubic forest. He would have been scary looking, but the white hair missed in with the brown made him look less threatening.
Other than being hairy, they were different men. Saul was unsure and nervous, Snowman was relaxed and casual. Nestor was a flaming fag and damn proud of it and Ronnie was a wild man. Ari brought out a few tubes of lubricant and several bottles of poppers.
They all wanted to fuck me, and all got their wish. All were enthusiastic, but had different personalities and approaches to life. Nestor treated me as a delicate flower that needed to be inseminated.
I was turned on by his extra foreskin and played with it. Nestor liked that. He told me his foreskin turned off some men. I loved it and docked for the first time. Pre cum lubricated the inside of the tube of flesh. I was quite a bit thicker than Nestor and it was a tight fit. We both liked that. We were just playing around and somehow Nestor got his cock in my ass with me hardly noticing.
The men liked watching Nestor fuck. He liked long, deep stokes and with his cock you could see all the action. I don't mind being the center of attention, and they like seeing me react to Nestor's cock.
"I'm going to shoot soon,"Nestor moaned. "Where do you want it?"
''Try shooing it deep," Ari said. "It will lubricate his innards." That was fine with me. Most men get ridged when the shoot. Nestor continued to pump so he creamed my entire love chute from the sphincter to the deepest recesses. He pulled out and we all rested and had a drink.
As I drank, Saul whispered, "Can we play next? You don't have to if you don't want to. I'd understand." Saul was on a recliner. I played with his cock for a minute or two. Saul got rock hard. I straddled him, located my ass above his cock and sat on it. Saul had what ever the Jewish equivalent of a come to Jesus moment. He glowed. Saul was a happy man. I was ready to have a long ride but Saul popped.
"Damn it Saul, you've got to work on your stamina!" Ari said. All the men laughed. Apparently that was a standing joke with them.
I started to get up, but Raging Ronnie was right there. "Keep that hole of yours open. I love fucking with Kosher cum as lubricant. Do you like it doggie style?"
I said sure.
"Keep that hole open. It's easier that way," he reiterated. He was huge. Ronnie picked me up sat me down and shoved his cock in my ass in a single movement. I hadn't seen his cock since it was in his shaggy pubic forest.
It was as thick or thicker than any cock I had taken before. I was relaxed and it popped through my sphincter easily. It eased in, but it did stop. I opened my mouth to catch my breath and to let his cock head out just in case it was six feet long. For the first time I felt skewered.
"Ronnie, you've done it again. Bronco has that roast sucking pig look only you can achieve," Nestor said. They laughed again.
"It's the kosher lubricant that does it," Saul added.
For me it was pleasurable but not orgasm producing. I enjoyed satisfying a hunk like Ronnie. He loved it, and that sense of satisfaction spread to me. Ronnie also had the opposite of a hair trigger. He stayed hard and happy for fifteen minutes. Ari sweetened the deal by getting into a position where I could suck him. That was wonderful. Ar's balls were true cream factories and I loved that.
"That boy needs a rest," Saul said. "We don't want to wear him out." Ronnie made a dozen hard thrusts. I felt his cock twitching in my ass as he shot his load. We broke apart and had a drink. I was a bit worn out, but still very much enjoying myself. Ari and Snowman sat next to me as we drank and talked.
Eventually they double teamed me. Ari slipped in my ass as I sucked Snowman. When Ari got close to shooting he pulled out and let Snowman take a turn. Nestor let me suck on his long skin. The taste of cum lingered in his foreskin. Ari and snowman shared me. I got to suck Ronnie and he was still drooling cum from his orgasm.
I'm going to shoot!" I cried. Ronnie lunged forward and swallowed my cock. He suctioned ever drop of my orgasmic juiced form my balls. Snowman was in me at the time he shot off to. I was still twitching when Snowman pulled out and Ari returned for a final orgasm.
It was over, I thought, but Ronnie hadn't swallowed my semen. He saved it and kissed Snowman and Nestor. Ari didn't shoot in my ass. He pulled out and shot into my mouth. I sucked him and taste the man seed the other men deposited in my ass along with his own home brew. It was good. We played for another hour or so.
Ari, Snowman and Ronnie fucked me a second time. I fucked Saul and discovered he was more into bottoming than he let out. When I entered Nestor he complained about the size of my cock, but the complaints weren't serious enough for him to lose his erection. I left at seven and slept well.
The next day Mark called and thanked me for helping him out. Almost half the club members called him and thanked him for finding me. I had a few days off then Mark sent me off to meet another customer with another one of Mark's boys, Sandy Knowles.
Sandy was a flake. Good looking he was young, pretty and flighty. I later found out he was 35, so he looked a lot younger than his age. We arrived at a big house with an electronically operated gate. Sandy called in our names and the gate opened by remote control. The house looked like an East Coast Colonial mansion. The pool was in a formal garden to the rear.
I started to clean it while Sandy went looking for the owner. A half hour later Sandy returned with an elderly man who clearly had done everything humanly possible to look have his age. Perhaps some of the things he tried weren't humanly possible when you saw him close up. Sandy entranced him. There was love in his eyes.
"Bronco, this is Mr. Alistair Fuller, the famous producer," Sandy said. Another man came form the house. He was elderly, walked slowly and used a cane. He moved oddly, then I saw the cane was white. "This is my dear friend, Waldo Williams," Alistair said.
Waldo was wearing swimming trunks and a white pool jacket. He was tanned and I assumed he spent a lot of time out doors. He was in better shape close up than he had been from a distance. He was a swimmer. He took off the jacket and got to the edge of the pool and got in. He began to swim laps. He must have memorized the number of strokes it would take to do a lap. Waldo was a good swimmer.
Alistair and Sandy went back to the house, leaving me alone with Waldo. After a few more laps he got out. "Can you get me my cane?" he asked. I got it and guided him to a recliner.
"I got call from and old friend of mine, Ari Kappas. He said you were a good kid." Waldo said. "He said I might enjoy you."
"I try to be nice. I had a good time with him," I said. Waldo was perhaps 70, with white hair and a bushy mustache. He was tall and thin, His chest was hairy too.
"Ari said you liked men who were past their expiration date," Waldo said.
"I don't know if I've encountered a man like that yet," I said. "I think of it as being good to the last drop?"
Waldo laughed. "Did you get his last drop?"
"Well lets just say everything is in working condition. He doesn't even need a tune up."
"I've been out of commission for a while. I think everything is rusty and clogged." Waldo said. "Ever since I went blind, it's been hard."
How long have you been blind?" I asked.
"Nine months," he said. "i was in a car accident and had a massive concussion. I lost my sight then."
"Can it be fixed?"
"No, it's complicated, but there was major brain damage, and the part that deals with seeing is gone," Waldo said.
"Well you look good. There is no sign of the accident," I said.
"my head was a mess they said."
"i can't see even a scar," I said. "Is Alistair your lover?"
"Not any more. We were an item twenty years ago, but remained friends. I came here after the accident." Waldo explained. "he's a good man."
Clearly the man needed some cheering up. I had a few thoughts on that. I fluffed up the hair on his chest then followed the treasure trail to his bush. He looked uneasy, but not unwilling. He firmed up.
"Can we go inside, I feel uncomfortable outside," he asked.
"You lead the way," I said.
We went in the house and got to his bedroom. We went by Alistair's bedroom. He was engaged in non Platonic relations with Sandy. Sandy was strapped in a sling with a dildo in his ass.
"You don't have to do this," Waldo said.
"You let em do what I want, then I'll let you do what you want," I said. He felt me out, I dropped my shorts. He felt my naked cock then licked it. I passed the taste test and we went at it. He was slow to rise, but the wait was worth it. His cock had a downward curve. I was wondering where that would hit if he fucked me.
Sandy came in and left lube and poppers. Obviously Alistair was with the program. Waldo wanted physical contact with a man first and genitals second.
"I've never had sex with a man I can't see before," Waldo said. "I've always been careful about my appearance. Is it stupid to be vain at may age? Am I a mess?"
"you look fine. Dapper I think is the word for it," I replied. "I have to admit, once you're hard, I'm not sure anyone looks at your hair, if you get my drift." Waldo laughed.
"I was a scenic designer," Waldo said, "Looking right was my life. I prided myself on having everything perfect on a set."
"Let's do a little test and see if everything is right in my ass? Do you mind taking a poke?"
"It's been years."
"I'll take that as a yes," I said as I lubed his cock. I can be a fast mover and I impaled myself on his meat before he had a chance to say anything else. It was a perfect fit. The curve rubbed directly on my prostate and I went to la la-land.
"Oh Jesus, that's good," he moaned. We settled into a low key but intensely pleasurable routine. He liked simply being in me. The tight warmth of my ass shrink wrapped by my ass was enough for me. For me, small movements of me ass increased the pressure of his cock on my nut.
I pulled him up to the sitting position and I laid back on the bed with his cock still deep. We talked and once in a while took a snort of poppers. Waldo stayed hard and I did the work. He loved it when I shot off. Apparently my ass twitches when I ejaculate and he loved that.
"Do you mind if I leave it in?" he asked. That was fine with me. We talked and I recharged. Eventually we did it doggy style. That was his favorite position. After two hours Sandy had to leave, so we broke it up. Waldo had been a good experience.
Waldo was fun, but it was also a good career move. Alistair called Mark and thanked him as did Ari. Waldo had been in a deep funk, and my visit revived him. I had been the first to have sex with him since he became blind. Alistair and Ari regarded me as a sexual crazed Mother Theresa. Mark gave me a raise. That afternoon I was to make a return visit to Joe Alladono's place.
"Joe said he had a friend from Chicago he wanted you to meet." Mark said. "Billy's going too and I'm going to send Sandy as well. Joe said his pool was really dirty."
"Someone there wants someone who looks younger?" I asked.
"I don't know, but I'd be surprised if that wasn't the case." Mark said. "You are the youngest guy working for me, but you are definitely a man, not a boy. Some guys like 'em young. Billy will pick you up at two."
"Mark said they didn't want anything that could hide a camera or a wire," Billy said. "There will be a strip search at the door,. Mark didn't think you would mind. Maybe there will be a body cavity thing too."
"This must be a real celebrity thing." I remarked.
"Mario told me Joe's tastes are known. That's one of the reasons why he lives here. Their family has no connections here, so if someone wants a ride on the wild side they make a visit. What happens at Joe's, stays at Joe's," Billy said. "There's no way for the east coast men to find out."
Mario, Salvatore and another man greeted us. "These are the pool guys, Rocco," Mario said. Rocco was a fur covered muscle man. He was of average height but massively built. His body showed a number of scars, some were new. There wasn't any pretense we were cleaning the pool. We left all the equipment outside. Only Mario, who was the door man, was dressed. We stripped. Rocco went through our clothes.
A dwarf joined us, he was naked too. "this is Teddy," Salvatore said. Teddy was a muscle man too, but that applied to his torso only, he had small arms short legs, he was smooth but well hung. Oddly he was better hing than the massive Rocco. Teddy's cock hung to his knees.
"Are you boys shy?" Teddy asked.
"Shit no," Billy answered.
"Well, bend over then," Teddy ordered. His arm glistened with lubricant.
I was the first. He fingered my ass then popped his hand through my sphincter. I moaned. Teddy liked that. Billy was next, and Sandy last. Sandy cried out when the hand popped into his ass. Poor Sandy liked to the play the virgin.
"You boys are clean as a whistle!" Teddy proclaimed. We when to the pool are. I was at the back of the line with Teddy. "What's your name?" he asked.
"Bronco Bruce," I said.
"I'd like to have some fun with you after you've taken care of the big boys. Have you ever been fucked by a dwarf?" he asked.
"that's good for me. To tell you the truth I've never thought about have sex with a dwarf," I said. "I do like guys who are hung. That sure applies to you."
He smiled, "If possible I'd like some solo time," he said. "The men like to watch me fuck. That's okay, but it's a bit like a circus side show. I want to have sex, not put on a performance."
"I can go either way," I said.
Teddy was a nice guy even if our first meeting was a bit unorthodox. He was an accountant and handled the families straight businesses. He wasn't particularly sensitive about his size, although he was ever inch a dwarf.
Gathered around the pool were the men I had met there before, Joe, George, Salvatore, Vince and Red Dog. Big Max was the guest from Chicago. He had three men with him, a henchman named Dick as well as Teddy and Rocco. All were nude and drinking. Dick and Rocco went to Sandy immediately and struck up a conversation.
Joe brought Big Max over to me. Big Max had broad shoulders, a barrel chest and narrow hips. He had Bluto's body. A thick, curly, over gown, beard covered most of his face. He must have been in a brutal fight or a bad accident, because what skin wasn't covered by his beard was scarred. He wore a patch over one eye. He would have made a good pirate. I think he was in his sixties.
"Damn, I'm horny," Big Max said, "Do you mind if we get down to business and skip the preliminaries?"
I had no problem with that.