Life of Koh - Ch. 03
Jane and Tom were on the couch, the same one that Koh had stained. Tired of waiting for Arlene to make her move, she sent word that she had a role for him. The servants had been given the night off, and they were alone in the big house. Jane had pulled out all the stops; under her silk kimono she had on a delicate bra and panty combination of black lace. She hoped the color would appeal to him, but in case it didn't, a few sprays of her favorite fragrance might better signal her intentions. One might think that a woman trying to seduce a gay man would dispense with the feminine reminders, but Jane didn't roll that way. Emboldened by a few glasses of wine, and a few puffs from her hash pipe, it didn't take long for her to get him disrobed. "I know the drill," he said.
"Your penis is very attractive, you know that?" Jane wasn't lying, nor was she the first person to say it, and Tom took the complement in stride. He knew he had a special something hanging between his legs.
"Uh, thank you, I guess."
"No, really. I mean it. I look at a lot of dick in my line of work, and yours is right up there."
Tom liked hash too, and he inhaled deeply while Jane explained the premise of
Homo Gym Rats.
He was all-in, flummoxed by the thousand dollars he'd be paid - not bad for one day of work. Jane could have probably low-balled him, but why? She was a big picture person, and he'd be good for business. Donkey was always looking for new meat, not to mention that using Tom in a porn video increased her chances of banging him. A very generous offer, he thought. Yes, he would like another bowl of hashish. No, he had no objection to her removing her robe. It was a warm evening, and besides, he was naked. Jane couldn't resist running her fingers through his luxurious hair. "My god, I'd kill to have hair like yours."
Jane played with the remote. "I want you to watch this video," she said. "This guy's gonna be a gym rat. If he rocks your bone, you can do a scene with him. But first, I'm gonna get another glass of wine. You want one?" Jane returned with two glasses, and when she sat back down she made sure she was a little closer to her prey. Tom was already at the end of the couch, so he had no place to move, but the hash had made him very comfortable, and he had no desire to shift his position, so everything was cool. She wanted to put her hand on his leg, but Tom wasn't Koh, so she had to play it coy. If you get too aggressive trying to reel in a fish they sometimes cut bait and run.
Dan lay on a bed, clad in his tighty whities. "This scene is an outtake from a video we did. It probably should have made the final edit. I hang on to it," she said..."well, wait until you see his fucking dong." Maybe I should have worn white panties, she thought, the black ones don't seem to be working. Herman would have known what to select.
Am extremely busty brunette stood next to the bed. Her breasts were large, mouthwatering, and natural. "I never liked that cunt," Jane said, "maybe that's why we cut the scene, but I gotta admit, her hooters are fucking spectacular. She was a fucking hillbilly from Arkansas. I cringed whenever she opened her mouth, with that fucking hillbilly accent. But Dan liked her...that's another reason I didn't. I was in my jealous phase back then." Jane looked for signs of arousal, but the tomahawk was so long even when it was soft, a semi-hard-on might not register. Regardless, the way it drooped down...Jane resisted the urge to smack her lips. A semi-hard tomahawk was still enough to make her crave it. "Look at the fucking bulge," she said, returning her attention to Dan. "He's got a fucking bazooka down there."
The large-breasted girl crawled on top of Dan and they locked lips for a while. She then slid down his body and rubbed his dick through his underpants before removing them. Dan's pecker sprung out as if shot from a cannon, before settling down, facing north, and resting against his belly. "Now that's a fucking piece of wood!" Tom nodded in agreement. The hillbilly swooped in for the kill, and the camera closed in on Dan's cock as she held it in her hand. Jane hit the pause button.
"You see that," she exclaimed. "Look at where those two veins meet, right under the dickhead. Most guys have a little dip there, but he's got a fucking crevice!" Tom snickered, and reached for the pipe. "What do you got, she asked?"
"What do you mean?"
"Come on, stand up, I wanna see what you got...relax, I'm not gonna rape you." Jane took advantage of the opportunity to fondle his sausage a little more than necessary. "You got a little ditch going on there too," she cooed, scratching at it with her fingernail. "I guess men with trophies...well, back to the video," and she patted the space next to her as a command for him to sit down. Tom's cock was still minding its own business - this might be harder than she thought.
Dan's head rocked from side to side while his dick was being sucked. His mouth opened in wonder, in a testament to sublime pleasure, and he lolled his tongue. "He does that all the time. He looks so fucking goofy, but when you have a dick like that...I mean, have you ever seen anyone who got more pleasure from a blowjob?"
"And he's a gym rat?"
"You work for me, mister, you gotta go both ways, but trust me, Dan never met a dick he didn't like." Tom might have been too stoned to react, but did he hear what she said? You gotta go both ways, she said, and he didn't freak out. That was a positive sign. Maybe Jim already filled him in. "See his fucking cockhead? It's like a mushroom cloud. When he pounds that inside me...or you...I mean, you'd work with him, right?"
Tom grinned. "Sure thing," he said.
The camera moved in for a close-up of the woman's hairy crotch. "She should trim that, unlike me...my bush is manicured. You want a peek?" She slid her panties to one side. "See, all blonde. Take a look...it's not gonna bite you." Tom did hid duty and peered in, but it was half-hearted at best. Jane put her panties back into position. "I probably shouldn't have shown you that. I'm really a good girl."
"That's okay."
Dan's hands were clenching and unclenching, which was another one of his mannerisms when he was being serviced. "Let me have a hit," Jane said, taking hash pipe from him. When handing it back she managed to have her hand slip and end up on his organ, while making it appear accidental. It was stiffer than before. The question was whether it was her or Dan that was moving the meter.
Tom stared intently at the screen. "Yeah, I would definitely do him." Jane kept her hand on the prize. He didn't seem to mind.
Another man entered the scene. "Wait 'til you see his; this guy's got a fucking garden hose." I got him, she thought, as she wiggled and jiggled his manhood. The tomahawk was beginning to act as if it were preparing to go on the warpath. There's nothing like the sensation of feeling an erection-in-progress; a far greater experience than simply watching it happen. One can better appreciate the dichotomy between the soft skin on the outside and the rock contained within. Not as dense and weighty as Dan's, she thought, but it mattered not, and she began to plot her end game. She'd make it as easy as possible for him. All he'd have to do was lie on the couch with a hard-on while she did the rest. Jane liked being a cowgirl.
Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted. "Holy shit," Tom said laughing. "Who the hell is that?" A massive cock, and we do mean massive, was hogging most of the screen.
"I told you it got better. That's some guy we used to use. I remember correctly, you're looking at fourteen inches of pure, Iowa corn-fed, man-meat."
Tom nodded approvingly. "Far out. Will he be in the video?" James stood over Dan and jerked his bone whilst holding it but a few inches from the stud's face.
"No honey-buns, he's gone, but he was a lot like you; he didn't like to fuck either. He just liked to stroke his dick...you don't masturbate a lot, do you?" Maybe he'd take it as a personal insult and prove her wrong. That was her hope, anyway, and it might very well have happened, but doorbell chimes suddenly broke the mood. Jane looked at Tom. "I'm not expecting anyone." The doorbell kept chiming, and she had no choice but to answer it. It was Marlow and Koh.
"Sorry to bother you..."
"Why didn't you text me?"
"I did," she replied, "you didn't answer."
"Oh." Jane had left her phone upstairs.
"Something came up. I have to go to San Francisco tomorrow for a few days." Can Koh stay with you until I get back?"
"Starting tomorrow, you mean? I'm in the middle of something right now."
"I can see that," Marlow replied, smiling. There was only one reason why Jane would open the front door in her undies. There must be a man inside - or it could be a girl, but it was definitely someone. "Listen, I don't know what you did with Koh, but..."
"What do you mean?"
Speaking to her houseboy, she said: "go ahead, tell her what you've been saying to me all-day."
"Mackie, Mackie, Mackie," he said, grinning.
"He keeps asking me to kick him in the balls," she said, slightly exasperated.
Jane laughed. "Why didn't you tell us that you liked her? We asked you enough times." But then she recalled the stains on the couch and carpet, so the case was closed. Tom had meandered towards the front door to see what was taking so long. His cock hung at half-mast; still impressive, but Donley's credo was miniskirts and boners, so it wasn't as impressive as it could have, or should have, been.
"My goodness," Marlow said, "you sure know how to pick them."
Jane sighed. "Bring the little fucker over tomorrow morning, okay?" But she sensed that the opportunity was lost. "What the hell, come on inside. We're just watching a video."
"My, my...wow, I guess you are." Marlow's smile indicated that something was amiss, and Jane turned in the direction of the television screen. She had paused the video when getting up to answer the door, and the frozen frame was taken up by a veined and rigid dong. "Is that a prosthetic?"
"Hell no."
"Come on, that can't be real."
"Have yourself a seat," Jane said. "Ever see a prosthetic pop its cookies?" Goddamn Marlow, Jane thought. She and Koh had taken middle of the couch, leaving the end seats for her and Tom. The video resumed. Jane resisted the urge to look over, not wanting to be caught checking to see whether Marlow's hand had made it onto Tom's lap. The hooters girl, meanwhile, was stroking as hard as she could, and Dan's facial contortions made it clear that he was nearing the finish line.
