Date: Sat, 23 Jan 2010 12:11:17 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bronco Bruce and the Casting Couch

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!"