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Jake was just one of those guys women couldn’t resist. Light brown hair, open, light brown eyes, a strong nose and forehead, trimmed goatee and mustache, and the most devastating smile you can find. He was just a grip on TV and movie sets, setting up and moving lights and booms and sets, another physical guy in a world full of them, but his body parts just seemed to fit together better. He wasn’t shy about revealing intriguing glimpses of his hairy chest, and his jeans just sat on his hips like they were made to be taken off. And he had big lumps just where you’d hope they would be. But probably his most attractive trait was that he didn’t try. He didn’t try one bit to look good or impress anyone – which precisely is what drove women to wobbly knees. His hair was always just a bit tossled, he’d walk around with his shirt half out of his pants or he’d have a little hole in his t-shirt, and he walked with an insouciance that suggested that he didn’t care what anyone tho!
ught. Self-confidence is simply the biggest turn-on.

And the most amazing thing was that this was the kind of guy women didn’t expect anything from, other than great sex, so they didn’t obsess on him. They just fucked him. It seemed these were powerful one-night-stand pheromones, and even girls he knocked up would go looking for other guys to settle down with. They were horny, not stupid.

Okay, so he was handsome and relaxed, but still, there were lots of handsome and relaxed men around the studio. And he didn’t even try to compete with the stars and big execs who drove big fat or little fast cars, he just drove an old Japanese pickup, the kind with the spare tire release cable that dangles in back ever so suggestively. And he’d wear more or less the same outfit every day, regardless of the weather which frankly isn’t all that hard to do in Southern California. He wore jeans over work boots, steel toe and all (required by the union anyway), a pure white t-shirt and a flannel shirt. His only concession to the weather was that on really hot days he’d take off the flannel shirt and just wear the t-shirt. And on some days, the t-shirt in question would be so old it would be almost transparent, and you could see the hairy streaks outlining his chest and forming a glory trail down his belly.

So Jake had been a grip at the studio for a couple of years, enough to figure things out, to feel comfortable in the environment, but still not enough to get any plum assignments or to get a promotion. This was strictly a seniority issue, but that wasn’t how he got the job in the first place. He just let this lighting director blow him a couple, four, six times, and then he was in the union and could shine the guy on -- unless he was desperate, which happened from time to time, but that hadn’t been a problem lately. So he gave this guy gobs of what he was told was sweet tasting cum, and in return he got access to some of the finest women in the world. So if he gave up some ammo to get into the finest shooting gallery there was, it seemed a fair trade, particularly because there didn’t appear to be any lack of spunk in this guy.

The first chick he screwed at the studio, in a storage room, was a dancer. Great legs, small tits but very flexible, and she didn’t even complain too much that he didn’t have a condom with him, not that he ever did.

Bent in two, with her ankles on his shoulders, her back on a crate of equipment, she haltingly asked:

“Jake, (bump) be sure (ugh) to take care (ugh) of business (ugh) because (ugh) it is (ooh) that time of the month (aaah).”

So he said, “Sure (push), baby (Ugh), I’ll (urh) take extra (whoo) good care (oooh) of you (ugh) baby (ugh).”

His dick was swelling even bigger, his rhythm picked up a bit, and he pushed his thumb down onto her clit to rub it in as he pushed. He leaned over her and pushed his tongue deep into her mouth, his scratchy beard making her face tingle, and they both completely lost it. She held his head down onto hers and he had no choice but to shoot his load deep inside of her. Her own orgasms coincided with each new burst of sperm that flew straight into her womb.

“He withdrew his tongue, and with his nose still touching hers, his eyes staring into hers, his still rigid pirate oozing its treasure into her treasure chest, and catching his breath he said eloquently: “Oops.”

“No shit oops,” she finally said, “now I’ll have to go home and have sex with my husband so he thinks it’s his.”

With that invitation, Jake stayed inside her, and soon slowly started to pump her again, his hairy chest rubbing on her sensitive nipples and making them sing. Before she knew what hit her, Jake was pumping a second load into the sweet, limber young thing. This time there were no pretenses, and he proudly announced the arrival of the Jake Sperm Express on track number nine months:

“Here it comes again baby, I’m really taking care of you this time, baby. (Ugh, Ugh, Ugh, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ahhhhh.)”

After he caught his breath, Jake pulled out, used a hankie to clean off his slobbering member, hiked up his pants, slipped on his t-shirt and stepped out of the storage room, leaving the dancer to cope with the overflow from their moments together. Boy, was the wardrobe mistress ever going to be pissed. That costume was soaked by the end of the next number which happily for the dancer was the final take.

The dancer was able to finish the shoot before she started to show, but Jake never did see her on the set again. He guessed that pregnancy was tough on a dancer’s figure. He actually saw her and her husband in the Glendale Galleria about a year later. They were pushing a stroller and arguing about something. Jake hiked up his pants a bit (an automatic gesture that in fact enhanced his equipment) and he blithely walked up to them. The woman blushed, the husband looked confused, Jake introduced himself, and peered into the stroller and the blonde, cute little baby. He wished them well and went on his way. As he turned a corner, Jake looked back and saw the husband looking back at him suspiciously. Jake just winked and raised his eyebrows as if to lure the man to follow him. This time it was the husband’s turn to blush and he hurried his family away.

Jake could always spot them: ovulating women and the husbands who secretly wanted to suck his dick. As it turned out, that same week Jake saw the dancer again at the entrance to the studio. She no longer had a studio pass, so she waited for him outside the gate. When Jake saw her, he didn’t let her start in on her explanation. He just took her by the hand and got her through and he took her to his equipment room.

She tried to explain that her husband wanted another baby and that she wanted to babies to look alike so he wouldn’t suspect. Jake didn’t say a thing, just took off her blouse (she was braless) and hiked her skirt (pantyless, too) and started to kiss her while dropping his pants and boxers (better for sperm production than briefs). He entered her quickly, forcefully, aided by her juices and his precum. As he rested his penis inside her, he slowly took off his flannel shirt and t-shirt and let her run her hands across his hairy chest and belly. He flexed himself inside her, and she quivered. Then he let loose with a slowly building series of pumps, pushes, squishes and gyrations until he felt himself on the verge. Then he leaned over and put his tongue down her throat, dribbling his spit into her mouth just as he had done the first time they got together, and she held his head down onto her lips as he jerked and pumped and blew wad after wad of his baby juice into her o!
vulating womb. She got a full week’s load, and Jake’s little friends immediately got to work after the shotgun head start.

His parting words were: “Be sure to tell your husband to come by here. I might be able to get him a gig on a new series that is starting up.”

Leaning back, she put in a diaphragm to keep Jake’s juices where she wanted them and to avoid staining the car seat, slipped on a pair of panties she had kept in her purse and thanked him and left.

Sure enough, two days later her husband came by and Jake decided to test his theory. He thought that any man whose wife he had impregnated would take his dick and swallow his cum, even though the guy wasn’t gay and didn’t even know that Jake was the father of the child he was raising as his own. He called it the “mockingbird complex” because he saw a show on the Discovery Channel about mockingbirds that laid their eggs in the nests of other birds. The mockingbird chick would kill the other hatchlings and the little parents would wear themselves out to feed the giant baby bird until it was strong enough to fly away.

Jake had tested his theory twice before, and it worked both times. Once was a guy in high school who got married to his girlfriend because she got knocked up. What he didn’t know was that it was Jake that knocked her up.

They had been out on a double date. Jake’s girlfriend Sally had gotten an upset stomach and needed to be driven home, so they dropped her off. And Dale and his date Mary were busy making out in the back seat while Jake drove around. Jake drove up to Lover’s Lane and parked the car while Dale and Mary went at it. Of course Dale wore a rubber but he did get into Mary’s pants. Mary had had at least as much to drink as Sally had and she was into it at first and then just kind of zoned out. When Dale finished, he climbed off and stumbled out as he opened the car door.

Jake was there, leering and laughing, as Dale peeled the rubber off of his dripping cock and tossed it into the bushes except a bit of cum, probably hers because it didn’t sting, flipped into Dale’s eye. Jake laughed heartily and so did Dale, and while the two of them were laughing, Jake asked Dale if he could fuck Mary, too.

Dale, between guffaws, wanting to impress his best friend, said “Sure, you’ve got a condom, don’t you?”

“Of course” muttered Jake as he moved toward the car, with Mary and her dangling legs awaiting him.

Jake moved above Mary, undid his belt and pants, and he let his surging manhood breathe before he tugged it along a bit. He became fully turgid kneeling above this nubile, lovely and no doubt fertile young thing. He pulled the condom out of his pocket, opened the package, and turned back and showed it to Dale, laughing. Jake then made as if he was putting it on, but he didn’t, he just placed it over her left tit and tugged on himself for pleasure.

At that point Jake leaned forward and plunged himself into Mary’s fertile zone, naked, unsheathed, armed and ready for insemination. Mary was nice and wet, and she felt great. It didn’t take Jake much effort to get right to the point of shooting his week’s worth of fun right into her.

Just as Jake was surging inside of her, Mary mumbled incoherently: “Yes, Dale, fuck me. Fuck me.”

So Jake obliged, shooting with an intensity he rarely felt, and he knew this cum shot was something special. He knew, just knew, that he was planting a child inside of his best friend’s girl.

When he finally pulled out, after staying turgid in her for a couple of minutes, he made like he was pulling off a condom, and in fact he stretched it out over his shrinking dick and covered it with their combined cum, and he turned around and threw it at Dale who jumped aside but still got splattered with another blob in his eye. This time the blob was Jake’s live stuff full of little swimmers, the unlucky ones, and it stung his eye.

Jake laughed and Dale laughed too. A little water in the eye and Dale was fine. They cleaned up Mary a bit and drove her home. Six weeks later Dale found out he was going to be a daddy.

Another six weeks after that and Dale was down in the dumps, officially married to Mary, expecting a child by the end of the year, and forced out of high school into a stupid job. He was hanging with Jake, drunk, depressed, and whining about his sex life because Mary wouldn’t fuck him anymore since she was pregnant.

Jake had the brilliant idea that they jerk off watching a video. Dale was up for it, so they were watching a porn video of a three way with two guys doing a chick and sitting on the sofa side by side, pants around their thighs, pounding away. Jake leaned over and took a couple of tugs on Dale which numbly surprised Dale, but it felt good, better than his own hand, so he went with it. Soon Dale shot a huge load all over his stomach and Jake’s hand.

“Hey, you came on my hand. Ick.” So Jake cleaned his hand on Dale’s face, which Dale tried to avoid, but couldn’t. Jake scooped up a streak of stuff from Dale’s stomach stuck a gooey finger inside Dale’s mouth and Dale tasted it and finally took a full lick of the stuff on the back of Jake’s hand, so Jake said: “Oh, so you like your sperm. Okay, so have some more.”

With that, Jake stood up, coated the rest of Dale’s cum on his stiff dick, and pushed it into Dale’s mouth, and began to hump into his face. Dale was drunk, recently expended, with his own cum in his mouth, and he suddenly found himself with his best friend’s dick in his mouth. It felt odd, and like a big hot carrot that kept getting bigger, and then suddenly his mouth was full of a swirling mass of hot goo. Damn, Jake came in his mouth. Dale tried to move to spit it out, but Jake held his head and pushed his dick farther back in his mouth so it all slid back real fast and Dale had no choice but to swallow Jake’s sperm and let him squirt even farther back in his mouth.

After he came, Jake left his crotch pressed up against Dale’s face, and humped it a couple of times. “So, Daddy, how’d you like my baby batter?”

Dale just mumbled, unable to talk, until Jake finally pulled out, pulled up his pants, and left Dale on the sofa, drunk, a stomach full of cum, with gobs smeared on his face and all over his chest and stomach. Stunned, Dale took a swig of beer to clean his mouth, but he could still taste Jake’s cum. With that thought resonating in his mind, he fell asleep with the porn tape still running.

The second time Jake’s ploy came to pass set the pattern. He was a co-worker at the machine shop, Jerry, a nice young guy with a babe for a wife and no clue what he’s gotten himself into. She flirted like there was no tomorrow, and it embarrassed Jerry who was happy that his friends admired his wife so much but wished they would notice him, too.

Jake found a good time, a Friday night after work, to go out with Jerry for a drink, which became two, then three, and by then Jerry was jovial and invited Jake over to his house for dinner. By the time they got there, dinner was burned, the wife was furious, and Jerry was in the dog house. But Jake, who was actually two full drinks behind Jerry, saw his chance and moved to smooth things over. He took the blame for their being late and offered to pay for pizza to make up for the burnt meat loaf (not a bad trade in Jake’s estimation anyhow).

The offer seemed to smooth things down, and Jerry was tasked with driving across town to the best pizza place in town and bringing home a large pepperoni, a big salad and a bottle of wine, and Jake would help Tina clean up the mess from the burnt dinner.

It seems there’s nothing like soapy water to get things squishy, and just as the last of the dishes were put in the bubbly sink to soak that Jake made a gentle move, kissing the flattered Tina in the neck and moving on from there when she didn’t protest. A few hard kisses later, wandering hands tugged at bulges and crevices, and before long Jake was on top of her on the kitchen table, pushing up her house dress and pushing down his pants. She made the faintest of attempts to resist. Between gasps she whispered of issues like time of the month and not being on the pill and the like, all of which drove Jake even wilder and inciting Tina in return. This incited her to keep it up, whispering of condoms, of ovulation, of pulling out, of the risk of pregnancy, which made the scene hotter and hotter. It wasn’t elegant, but it was loud and squishy and they both came like banshees when Jake shot his sperm deep into her, his arms under her shoulders, his hips pushing up as far as!
they could go, bending her into a perfect receptacle for his urgent seed.

They barely had time to pull themselves together and clean up the cum on the table and restart the dishes when Jerry came home triumphantly with a delicious pizza which tasted all the better for their exertion. The wine was delicious, and Jerry had more than his share. After dinner, Tina was tired and went to bed, and Jake and Jerry finished the wine and cleaned up.

Jerry was very appreciative of Jake’s help in soothing his wife, and in his tipsy state, he mumbled and bumbled on about what a great friend Jake was and how much he wanted to be his friend, and how happy he was to be his friend, and what not. Jake got a wicked idea, and asked Jerry if he wanted to return the favor, and Jake gushed out a yes. So Jake stood up in front of Jerry, unbuckled his pants and lowered his zipper and watched as Jerry’s sleepy, drunk eyes widened as Jake’s tumescence bobbed in front of his face.

“Wha? Wha?” Mumbled the very astonished Jerry.

“Your wife is so hot, man, she drives me crazy. I gotta get some attention, or I’d go in there and fuck her. So I want you to blow me, you know, like a friend, to thank me for helping you out with your wife.”

“R R R Real? Really?”

Rather than answer, Jake pushed forward and put his resurgent prick up against Jerry’s mouth, rubbing the residual cum from earlier in the evening on his friend’s lips. Jerry opened his mouth out of drunken astonishment more than anything, and Jake pushed on in, and fucked Jerry’s mouth, his hands on the back of the sofa, his legs pinning Jerry’s arms down. Jake was impressed how deep he was able to push down Jerry’s throat, figuring it helped that Jerry was so damn drunk, and just as he was getting close, he saw Tina come to the door, her robe open, he hand on her crotch, and that pushed Jake over the edge and he shot his second load of the night, this time into Jerry’s mouth. The drunk Jerry took it all, swallowed what he could, and Jake let him clean off his dick as he ever so slowly pulled out.

Jake winked at Tina who winked back, and Jake knew he could fuck her whenever he wanted and he did until he fathered all three of Jerry and Tina’s kids. Jake got as much “face time” as he wanted from Jerry too.

Jerry finally moved his/Jake’s whole brood to the next town because the whispers and giggles in the town raised to the level of jokes and guffaws. The big question was who was going to replace Jake in Tina’s life since he left too, on his way to Hollywood and even hotter babes. Happily for her, Jerry had some cool co-workers in the new town, and Jerry soon had two more babies to feed.

But back in Jake’s world, the dancer’s husband showed up on time, Jerry met him at the gate, and showed him around. The guy, David, had worked at other studio lots, but not this one, and the string of hit shows coming from this lot was becoming legendary and everyone wanted to be here. It was fun showing him around with the dancers in feathers, one of whom had been his wife before Jake worked his magic on her, with the cowboys, the mafia hit men and the astronauts walking around between the sound stages.

“This is our equipment room, where we keep the lights, the cables, the poles, the sandbags, and cases and cases of connectors, extra bulbs, shade screens and filters. Right over there was where the head of the department gave me a blow job.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Nope, that’s how I got the job. He wanted to give me head, so I let him. It seems the clincher was that I came in his mouth, which not a lot of guys can do without jerking off. And he loves to swallow, too.”

“Wait. Let me get this straight. He gave you a blow job and because you shot your load in his mouth he hired you?”

“Well, I let him blow me several times. Still do, actually. He’s good at it. And even when he got fired for getting caught in a dressing room sucking one of the big stars, I will occasionally let him do me.”

“What a guy.”

“I’m generous that way. And the rates haven’t changed much, just the direction.”

“The direction?”

“Yeah. It still takes a good blow job or two to get hired here, but now that the fag is gone, it’s the sucker that gets the job if he takes the gob.”

“You’re kidding!”

”Nope. That’s the price unless you want to bring that lovely wife of yours over here to do the deed. She has such a nice ass, and I bet her pussy is sweet.”

“Leave my wife out of it.”

“No problem. Just get down here on your knees. You can close your eyes if you want, just leave your mouth open and work your tongue around and before you know it, you’ll have a job on the hottest new sitcom.”

“You are kidding, right?”

“Get on your knees or get out, it’s that simple.” Jake made his point by unzipping and pulling out his big, semi-hard poker and wagging it at David.

“Damn. Don’t tell anyone, okay? Especially my wife. She gets pissed because I won’t give her head, and if she knew I gave some to you…”

David was a good boy. Timid, but good. He got down on his knees, closed his eyes and opened his mouth. He jerked back a bit when Jake’s warm dick touched his lips, but Jake anticipated that and held his head in place as he entered his mouth. After a while David started to work his tongue around and even bobbed his head back and forth. Soon enough Jake’s knees got wobbly and he held onto David’s shoulders for support and wrapped his thighs around his head as he launched a series of sperm bombs into David’s mouth.

To Jake’s surprise, David didn’t pull his head back even as Jake’s dick started to get a little soft. He was still dripping a stream of cum, and David sucked it all down and licked Jake’s pleasure stick clean as he slowly pulled away.

“Man, you are so hired. And I can’t wait for your first day which will be next Tuesday. Noon times are going to be mine, man. Don’t even bother to bring lunch. I’ll just shoot all the protein shakes you’ll need right down your throat. And say hello to your wife for me. Maybe some day I’ll get to…”

“No, just no. She’s mine and leave her alone. I’ll do what ever you want, just leave her alone. We’re working on a family.”

“Good for you guys. I hope you like a large family.”

Happily for David, he did like a large family, and happily for Jake too, because, he put four more babies into the increasingly less-lovely dancer before David got fired for offering blow jobs for money on the set. It seems five kids can create a lot of financial pressure. But Jake made sure David got hired on somewhere else, a porn studio, just to keep all those kids fed.