Good Times Video 4
By Bald Hairy Man
This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a discussion of safe sex. If you have comments send them to winarch47@yahoo.com
The video of me being fucked by six men was a shocking best seller. It was double the sales of any previous video. While I was sort of the star, the nature of gay porn means that head shots are distinctly of secondary importance. You had to look to see my face. It was most popular our over fifty customers. Older men loved it. It appealed to older men who dreamed of fucking young men.
It showed ordinary men going at it. It was just ordinary fucking, but there was a lot of ordinary sex. The fuckers included Black and an Asian man. I assumed that for some of our clientele that was adventurous and was forbidden fruit.
The next epic was going to be titled, A Late Bloomer's Introduction to Gay Sex 101. We decided to avoid the horny teens, and aim for the shy, timid, or unlucky. Life is complicated. An ordinary and conventional life without a dramatic event doesn't exist. It's easy to plan what you expect, but to be completely direct, shit happens. People die, get sick or leave town. Companies close, merge, and leave town. In 1928 you had plans, but the stock market had other plans. In 1937 you didn't anticipate Hitler or Pearl Harbor.
While the media vision of gay men is of wild, flamboyant characters, I suspect many more gay men are nice guys. They are the good sons who return to take care of elderly parents, or marry the right sort of girl, and work for the family business. Some professions exclude gay men as teachers or ministers.
Wally was memorably non-flamboyant. He told me he avoided being flamboyant and dramatic. He preferred sucking and fucking as often as possible. While he had many friends, he attracted men who thought he was a safe choice for sexual partner. He didn't "act gay" except for when he was taking your load or injecting his sperm to an ass.
We wanted to find shy, retiring, virgin, middle-aged men who happened to be exhibitionists. I thought that was an impossibility. It was like finding a born-again, vegetarian who wanted to become a pagan cannibal.
I hadn't counted on Wally, Grover, and Ram's ability to attract playmates. Wally found a recently divorced Real estate agent, Carlton. Grover found a house painter named Dallas. Ram found a turban wearing engineer named Bobby Singh. Bobby's first name had fifteen letters and required fifteen minutes to explain how to pronounce. Wally's wife hated men and sex. Ram left India to avoid marriage to a cousin. Dallas had what my grandmother would describe as an "unusual face." His left eye was higher than his right eye, and his lips drooped on the left. He looked as if his face was breaking apart.
Carlton was a natural bleached blond. He was pale, muscular, and hung. It was hard to believe his hair was real. Dallas was six foot five, very dark skinned, and said he specialize in painting ceilings. He was hansom and hung and had a beautiful smile with perfect teeth. Bobby was a body builder, he had a beard and a hairy body, and five feet four inches tall. Each man was distinctive which was good for the video. No one would confuse who was fucking whom. Wally, Grover, Ram, and I were going to meet and audition the men and see if they would work out. while this would be filmed. We assumed one or two of the men would drop out. I had a conversation with each individual before the filming.
"I'm really nervous," Carlton said. "I've seen your video's and they are a turn on. I can't see myself doing all of that. The men seem to love each other."
"Love at first sight happens in movies. It's rare in real life. The men are meeting and having some fun. They may become friends and fall in love later. This meeting is to enjoy each other. Jerking off is fun. Jerking off each other doubles the fun. Sucking each other off more than quadruples the fun."
"Is it always fun?" he asked.
"Once and a while it just okay, most of the time it's really good. I can be mind-blowing, although your cocks provide the fireworks," I explained.
"Do you take the cum?" he asked.
"Most of the time. Some cock heads get ultra-sensitive when they are shooting. I figure that if the guy was nice enough to make and then shoot his cum, I should be nice enough to take it. I usually swallow. It's less messy," I explained. "That's a personal preference, not a rule."
"Are there rules?" he asked.
"No teeth!" I said. "Even a rock-hard cock is delicate. There is one other thing. When we are in the studio, every man there is gay, and most, if not all, would like to be sucking you. They aren't observers. They are cheerleaders.
"What if I get hard at the wrong time and shoot off?" he asked.
"There is no problem getting hard at any time and shooting off. That is why we are here." I said.
We stripped and went to the studio. All the staff was naked as usual. Carlton was shy, a bit timid and horny as hell. Once my lips wrapped around his uncut knob, all was well. the foreskin wrapping gave my tongue a little something to do to expose his tender knob. His cock knew exactly what it wanted. after about five minutes of sucking, he shot off. I pulled back a little so the close-up guy could record his cum landing on my tongue. I sucked it in, swallowed and sucked him again.
A lot of men loose interest after they shoot off, but Carlton dropped to his knees and went for my cock. His reserve vanished, and he quickly acquired cock sucking skills. He eventually took my load and swallowed. Like me he pulled back slightly so you could see my sperm spurting onto his tongue before he swallowed.
A week later, Wally had introduced Dallas to cock sucking, and Bobby and I had traded loads. It was time to work on anal skills. We rotated playmates. I was to take Dallas' oversized tool. Wally was to take Bobby's cock and Grover was paired with Carlton. I had a skill taking big tools. The racial diversity was to insure the viewer knew who was fucking whom.
Due to his bald head, thick beard, and hairy body, Dallas looked older than his thirty years. He was the oldest son in a family of a widowed mother and three girls. He supported them until the girls' finished college. He worked days, nights, and weekends to support them. He was too tired to take time off for sex. He was afraid he would hurt me. I told him I would take the risk. It took lots of lube and good attitude, but it was worth the effort. As soon as he cleared my sphincter, he had a single ejaculation. I told him to try to relax and when he regained control, to push deeper. He was big, but he was oozing enough precum to lubricate the way.
"It's beautiful," he moaned.
I managed to say yes. As he went deeper, the thickest part of his cock rubbed my prostate. I could hardly breathe. After ten minutes he had a massive orgasm. His cock was like a firehose, spurting sperm deep into me.
When he finished shooting, he asked, "You're still hard. Was it okay for you?"
"It sure was," I said. "I would say it was as good for me as it was for you, but my tingling ass is telling me it would be hard to have enjoyed taking your load as much as it was for you shooting it into me. Cum can't talk, but it was telling me how much you liked it."
We were quiet for a while and then Dallas asked, "Do you want to do me?"
"Of course, I do, but the question is do you want my cock up your ass?" I said. "It feels best if you are fully loaded. I could fuck you and then you could fuck me again." We talked a little longer and he left.
Three days later Dallas returned to try out the bottom position. I was to fuck him, and Grover came to offer advice and encouragement. Grover fed his cock to Dallas as I lubricated his ass. Dallas liked that. I coated my cock with lube, lifted and spread his legs and pushed Dallas's rosebud into his ass.
Once and a while a cock is a perfect fit for an ass. I pushed a little and my cock slid past Dallas's sphincter and went deep. Dallas moaned. It was a perfect fit. I was savoring the Dallas's warm tight ass when Grover went to my rear and positioned his cock at my hole. I shifted my legs and a second later I was the filling of a fuck sandwich.
"We Black guys have a great sense of rhythm," Grover whispered in my ear. I would have laughed if I hadn't been busy matching my thrusts into Dallas as Dallas's thrusts into me. I was surprised that we were able to hold off orgasms as long as we did. There was a high level of sexual excitement. Tony and his second camera man, Daryl, had a wonderful time. Three erect cocks and three pairs of balls rhythmically swaying, and thrusting were a first for the cameramen.
Tony got carried away and took Dallas' load. When things calmed down, we all went to the shower room. Tony and Daryl joined us. Daryl was a scrawny redneck guy. He had an untrimmed natural beard, a hairy chest, and a treasure trail to his bush. He had a serious accent straight from the mountains of North Carolina. He said little, but he was a good cameraman. He worn a jock while filming, I didn't know it that was due to modesty or embarrassment.
I don't like to think of myself as shallow or superficial, but when I saw him naked, I reassessed him. His cock and balls were not scrawny. The sex had been heavy duty, but it was soon apparent that we all wanted more. Cocks have no ability to hide their interests. That included Tony and Daryl.
A little later Daryl, Dallas and I were in my bedroom. Daryl mentioned he hadn't had any dark meat in his ass in a while. Daryl was scrawny, but he had no problem talking Dallas' cock. I discovered that if precum was any indicator, Daryl liked sex with black men. I liked redneck cock drool. I may have tasted a slight trace of beer in his drool. It was a good interlude.
I soon discovered I had underestimated Daryl. He was a smart, intelligent man in trailer park trash guise. Crappy parents and poor education had taken a toll. I had made a superficial judgement on his appearance. When Tony hired him, I should have known. Tony was a perfectionist; he saw something in Daryl I missed.
Dallas went home, but Daryl stayed for the night. We were friends by the morning. His cock was up my ass for most of the night. I seemed like to belonged in me. His ejaculations were fire hose style. I loved that.
The next week was busy. We were editing the videos of the individual sucking and fucking episodes to see what was needed for a complete video. Forest thought we needed a grand graduation ceremony-orgy ceremony.
Our customers liked that sort of event. Our actors like it too. Many of our second-string men got to strut their stuff. It was getting near Christmas and the men could all use a little cash and most of the men either left a creamy gift in as pal's ass or took some home-made protein in their gut.
While we considered the end if our "Training video," Calvin had an idea for an all sex, no plot, and no foreplay epic. This would be made of the unused scraps from the main feature. They tried that idea out on some customers. Thye loved the idea.
A Late Bloomer's Introduction to Gay Sex 101 was a deep, intellectual drama compared to the new project tentatively titled, Take a Break and Relax. We told the men about the potential project. The were fine with it. By this time, I knew that anything involving cocks and orgasms would meet with or staffs' approval.
Our acting staff was classified as tops, bottoms and versatile. That was the men's preferences. If the scene was hot enough the clear distinctions vanished. A handsome top would get rave reviews when he was squirming on a bottom's cock. He would get even more popular when his hole drooled the sperm of the man who fucked him. Our specialty was the money shot and most of our customers could tell the difference between fake sperm and the genuine product of a man's balls.
While I had been thinking of myself as the president of the Good Times Video Company, I got fan mail for my acting work. Technically, my asshole got the fan mail. Somehow, even though the regulars had seen it before, my asshole seemed innocent and virginal. Watching the old guys breeding me was a thrill specially when old men's sperm drooled from my ass. One man volunteered to sooth my overused ass with his tender tongue.
Forest had different approach to group sex videos than for our normal guy meets guy and they screw like rabbits' videos. He assumed an orgy is for sex. It is not a mixer to meet new men. You go to an orgy for sex, not for conversation nor is it an interview for suitable partners.
You go to an orgy to meet and have sex with men. Some you may know, others are strangers. There is one common denominator, everyone at an orgy wants to have sex. It is not an interview, and you are expected to have sex. You are expected to be accepting and open. You are not expected to be insulting or rude. If you want to trade names after, that is fine. I the guy says he can't do that, that's fine too. He might be married, partnered, or had other reasons to be private.
Oddly, I was uneasy about the orgy. I was both excited at the potential for enjoyment but joining in an orgy was a giant step compared to my life with my grandparents. I never thought of them as being that open minded. Looking back my mom was not as pure as newly fallen snow. They were relieved that I looked like my father. It wasn't a perfect marriage, but there was a good chance he was indeed my father. I also recalled that I went to spend the night at my grandparent's house when mom had "something to do."
As men arrived for the orgy scene, I had to admit all the naked men seemed to erase my unease. I wondered how many of the men I could suck or fuck with.
I soon admired Tony and Daryl's ability to be everywhere especially for orgasms. Forest had invested in remote controlled cameras that could do overall views of the gathering, but they could follow individual men and produce close up views of the men and the action. Forest and several of his buddies controlled these. Tony and Daryl produce the money shots. They were also good a catching the post orgasm sperm drooling from a cock or ass.
Forest and Calvin knew all of the men personally. The knew their personal quirks and more often than not, knew their sexual likes and dislikes. In the orgy there were lots of things to like and few dislikes. An orgy is the perfect environment for sex-crazed men with almost no qualms about meaningless sex. there was no need to act. It was like Peter O'Toole pretending to be drunk.
I was with near Bobby Singh. He was muscular, but short. Our men were good guys, but there were some big men who liked to dominate small men. I didn't think our quality control missed something, but it's better to be safe than sorry. Bobby joked that his ass was full sized. He was ultra-masculine, but he wore a turban, which might attract unwanted attention.
He attracted Woody Wilson; a middle-aged bear who had been lumber jack. He had worked for a tree maintenance company but had been hurt and now was on disability. I didn't know Wilson well, but he went to Bobby immediately. Wilson was a top, but his hip had been crushed and sort of rebuilt. He had trouble fucking.
Bobby never talked about his personal life. I found out he was a surgeon who specialized in reconstructing damaged bones. He thought we knew that, and we sent Woody to him to get a consultation. Woody's hip was damaged, but his uncut cock was in working condition. Bobby was able to hover over the cock and impale himself without hurting Woody. It was magic for both men. Bobby was happy. Woody was in love.
"I didn't know everything was still working," Woody said. "I can't believe you could balance on my cock. Could you tell I have a problem with my hip?"