Olympia Studio 2 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 bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com.
The rehearsal of the previous night was good. The new production, Lessons for Men, was a success. Several of the men who saw it were impressed and learned new skills. The educational aspects were useful for men whose only sexual experiences were in the dark and lasted for no more than a few minutes. The erotic aspects were even more successful.
I was surprised that the erotic aspect was a total success for me. I had been at ease and comfortable with other naked men. I now knew I could enjoy sex with other men in my bedroom and at the Olympia Studio. Outside the studio, it was the depth of depravity, but inside it was natural and almost comfortable. No one there was evil, mean, or nasty. No one was forced to be there or was compelled to participate. I suspected that many of the women of New York were not that lucky.
A week after we filmed Lessons, Toby suffered a major injury. During a wrestling bout, his opponent broke his leg. This was due to an illegal hold, but his wrestling life was over. At first, he hoped the leg would heal. Eventually he could walk, but with a serious limp. His foot was out of alignment. He had no family and so I asked him to live with me until he found something else. I had no servants, so he became my helper, doing little tasks for me. We got along well, and the sex was great. We weren't in love, but we were sexually compatible.
In the little world of Olympia Studios, Toby was a star. I realized that on film, you aren't what you think you are. You are what you look like. Bobby knew how to photograph Toby without showing his bad leg or the limp. It was fantasy world and harsh reality didn't appear in it.
Ed, the official I met months earlier came by and wanted to make a movie with some friends. This was for personal use only. He didn't want it to be distributed to anyone else. He had talked with Dunstan, and he approved. He realized this would be expensive, but he told Dunstan expense was not a problem. One or two thousand dollars was nothing to like Ed. Two thousand would easily be two years income for most of the residents of New York.
Dunstan was working on filming a show titled Roman Moments. We could use the sets and costumes for our little show. Ed came to see me with a man he called Hunter and another man, Rollo. Hunter was obviously wealthy; Rollo was a working man. This was going to be a Roman's verses the Barbarians drama with the barbarians winning and enlarging the Romans' asses in celebration of their victory.
The subject was titillating, but Dunstan thought our modern barbarians needed some fucking lessons. It was a bit odd because Rollo seemed to a good man and Hunter was a pretentious fool. Dr. Miller came to give instructions and guidance. Hunter was slim and elegant. Rollo was brick shaped.
Hunter was surprised when Dr. Miller suggested he needed a lesson in getting fucked. I was assigned to give Rollo instructions on fucking. We all got naked. Hunter had an average cock; Rollo had the prefect barbarian fuck tool.
Ed and Miller worked on Hunter who apparently had only been fucked at a ladies' tea parties. I got along with Rollo from the start. I asked if he would screw me, so I could experience his technique.
He laughed. "I just shove it in and pound until I shoot," he said.
"There are lots of ways to shove," I said. He laughed again. I gave him some lubricants to spread on his cock. That was new to him. I got on my hands and knees. He positioned his cock at my ass.
"Don't go too fast," I said. "The camera can only take so many shots. The audience wants to see it go in." Rollo had no problem doing as I asked.
He pushed his cock to my sphincter. "Slow up and just pump a little," I said and then, "Wait a little then push harder." Again, he did as I asked. A little later he made a hard thrust, popped past my sphincter and went deep.
"Damn, my cock feels like it's home and in a nice warm bed," Rollo said. "You've got a nice hole." He saw my cock was still hard. "Usually, guys lose their woody when I fuck them," he observed.
"Use you cock to massage my cock from the inside," I said. "Your cock is big. I like that. I like being filled."
"I'm afraid I am going to shoot off," he said.
"That's what your cock is for. Don't rush it, but don't hold it back either," I said. "I think I would like a big man like you filling my ass with his ball seed." A minute or two later he popped. He was a happy man.
When we broke apart, he whispered, "I've got some buddies who would like to meet you."
"Are they as nice as you?" I asked.
"They are good guys," he replied.
Ed was working his way into Hunter's behind. Hunter whined and complained until Ed was deep. Then Hunter began to moan. Somehow, I had a feeling that Hunter had discovered much more about sex than he had experienced before.
Dunstan and Miller thought the men needed more practice before they turned on the cameras. Two days later we had both groups at the Studio to practice. Again, I was in charge of the Barbarians, and Ed took charge of the Romans.
Rollo had given his mates a good review of my sexual skills. His pals, Buster, Tommy, Rocky and Lou were big, beefy men. Tommy and Rocky were big. Lou and Buster were huge. They looked good enough but would never be used in ads for formal evening wear.
Rollo's pals were enthusiastic and willing to take direction. Rocky told me that he tended to get carried away when he got close to shooting. I told them that the audience wanted to see real men really fucking. They would understand. They also seemed to like seeing shooting off and watching sperm spurt. It was best to act naturally.
Bobby was there with the camera, so each of the men took a turn fucking me. I knew that would please the men and they would be much more likely to take direction from me. I wasn't sure I would enjoy it. I didn't need to worry; they were all prefect gentlemen. They all liked to fuck and had never fucked a sperm filled ass before. They seemed to enjoy using their pals' sperm as lube.
Hunter's friends were more varied. Scott and Drew where handsome, Puppet was small and Gussy was a butterball. Ed and Miller made some trial penetrations of their asses to see if there were problems. Hunter was still tight and was clearly unhappy bottoming. Ed discovered Hunter was not a good top either. Miller thought he had checked a man's background on the social register to be comfortable fucking.
Ed fucked Scott and Drew and Miller fucked Puppet and Gussy. That worked out well for all of them. My boys and I opened their ass a bit more later. That too was good. I think having manual laborers inject there seed deep in their asshole was exciting for them. They were good sports.
Taken as a group, the men were average guys. There were no beauties, and a normally average audience would find someone they could relate to. Puppet was star material. He was small, but his ass was impressively accommodating. You almost expected to see a big cock go in his ass and come out his mouth.
After our rehearsals, we decided to not go with the Romans and Barbarians theme and just do a plain old orgy. Ed later told me he showed the film to some friends and it resulted in an impressive sexual interlude every time.
I maintained a relationship with Rollo and his pals. They enjoyed it and were willing to do it again. They were paid $30.00 each for the filming. That was five to six weeks' pay for them in their everyday jobs. That was good for them too.
Puppet and Gussy were interests in doing more movies. They both liked the bottom, and there was a shortage of bottoms. It would be more correct to say there was a shortage of men who admitted they were bottoms.
I was invited to a little party at Gussy's house for a Saturday soirée. He told me I might enjoy some of his friends. I asked if they would enjoy me. He laughed.
"When I met you, I visited some new places, exciting and pleasurable places. My friends are somewhat shy, but I think they want to broaden their horizons," he explained. As usual, lust overcame my tendency to stay home and read.
Gussy lived in a home near the new Metropolitan Museum. He was an assistant curator of Antiquities. His house was large, but not huge and quite beautiful. It was most expensive. I had noticed he never mentioned his family name. He greeted me at the door. We went to the drawing room and he introduced me to his friends, Topper, Bunny and Bruiser. They dressed in expensive suits. I assumed Bunny and Bruiser were boarding school nick names. A few minutes later a man named Delmont arrived. There were all ten years younger than me. Gussy was the only one with a real job. Delmont worked for his father and the others were gentlemen of leisure.
Bunny said they had seen a peep show and one the Kinetiscope films and have been impressed. "Gussy told me it as all real action, not an illusion. Is that true?"
"Any good painter or artist can create an illusion," I said. "The Kinetiscope image can only take an image. It can't fantasize a scene."
"Some of the things seemed to hurt some of the men, others seemed to enjoy it," Bruiser said. "Which was real?"
"Some of the things hurt at first, but our men were quite experienced. They enjoyed it," I said. "In this case some men acted as if it hurt. They were a friendly group."
"Did Gussy get hurt?" Topper asked. Topper struck me as a timid man.
"Hell no!" Gussy said, "It was wonderful. I have spent most of my life hiding my interest in men. I was with ten or twelve naked men who liked man sex as much as I did. Everyone sucked and fucked. If you shot off, they came to watch and enjoyed the show. I did it all and they all did it to me."
"They all fucked you?" Delmont asked.
"Everyone who wanted to fuck me took a poke. I can tell you that after two or three men seeded me, every cock fit," Gussy explained. "I felt like a new man, everything I had dreamed of was possible."
"It sounds good," Bruiser said. "How do we get started?"
"I think we are all overdressed," I said as I began to strip as did Gussy. The other men were soon naked, and Bunny came over to me and started to suck. I was relieved to know that my cock still had it allure.
Topper came over to us. "Is there room for two?" he asked. The lighting in the room was dim, but I could see Topper was well equipped and he was only half hard. Bunny stopped sucking me and stood up. I dropped to my knees and was able to suck them both. Bunny's cock already tasted of precum. Topper had an impressive uncut tool. I sucked the skin into my mouth and licked the tender, under side of his knob. He moaned, "Oh baby!"
I found out they had practiced only cock sucking with the sole objective of shooting off as fast as possible. I guessed they had to shoot before the hall monitor came to check at lights off. They had never explored the full sexual potential of the cock.
They had assumed that they were expected to suck men and they hadn't anticipated I would join in. At their school, the lower classmen were to serve the upperclassmen. Getting sucked was an upperclassman's privilege. Since I liked it all, they were surprised. Bunny went over to Gussy, and I was alone with Topper. He was tall, muscular, and handsome. His body was quite hairy.
"You have a big one," he said, "Are your balls full?"
"They are always full," I said. "Do you want to trade?"
"I've never done that. I've never tasted the cream," he whispered. "Do you do that?"
We had an intimate talk. He was shy and uneasy, but he could hardly keep his eyes off my cock. I said yes, I did take man seed. "I get excited sucking a cock. Cocks are almost always hidden and concealed. The first time I sucked a cock, I could hardly believe he let me do it. I was so personal and intimate. The second man I sucked lost control and shot off. That was even more intimate. I was tasting his homemade brew. He shot off because he was too excited to hold back. I could taste his orgasm; it was almost intoxicating." I explained.
"Did you meet again?" he asked.
"The next time we got together we traded our sex juices," I said. "This may be more than you want to know, but my friend deposited his load in my ass."
"Did it hurt?" he asked.
"No, but I was afraid when I fucked him it would hurt," I explained. "He said it didn't hurt, but he wanted it so badly I'm not sure he would have told me. I'm quite sure he liked it. When I shot off in him, he shot off a second time, hands free."
"I shot off in your mouth hands free. It was embarrassing. I was afraid you would be mad at me," Topper explained.
"It can't be more personal and intimate than when you share your orgasm. We are taught it is private and secret. I was in on your secret and you were uncomfortable," I said. "It excited me, and I enjoyed it. Can you think of it as sharing your orgasm, not a solitary experience?"
"I can try," he said. As we talked his cock got hard again. I always try to plan for any eventuality. I had lubricated my ass earlier, so I got up, straddled him, and sat on his erect organ.
Topper looked surprised and then he had the look you had as a child when you first saw the illuminated tree on Christmas day. He was well endowed but not huge and the organ slipped into me easily. I bounced a little and squirmed some to get it into a better place. For Topper, his entire cock was in a better place.
The other men were gathered around us admiring the view and complimenting us. I am not sure they had considered fucking as a voluntary exercise. I was quite sure they didn't know the bottom could enjoy it. I bounced some more, and everyone applauded when Topper, very obviously shot off.
A little later I fucked Bruiser. He had been on the football team at school. I was sure he had endured the initiation rituals and the punishments for loosing the game. I guessed that one or two of the cocks that fucked him had hit a good place. My cock seemed to hit all the good places. The party broke up and I gave Bruiser my address. I had a feeling there was unfinished business.
The next day, while proper New Yorkers were at church, Bruiser and Topper knocked on my door. I invited them and offered them coffee. Toby served the coffee, and I immediately saw lust in all of the men's eyes. Bruiser had seen him in one of the movies.
I mentioned that I had enjoyed the evening at Gussy's house. I said the first meeting with men you don't know can be uncomfortable, but that the evening had turned out well. I thought most of the men were getting used to the unusual situation.
"I was surprised that I relaxed at all," Topper said. "It was all new to me. I relaxed some when I got used to it."
"I was used to the locker and shower rooms at school, but I had never been with naked men the way we were at Gussy's," Bruiser said. "I'm not sure that will ever happen again."
"Would you like to have than happen again?" I asked.
"Yes!" Bruiser and Topper said simultaneously.
"Well, you have come to the right place!" I said as I smiled. "I need to say that my ass got quite a workout at Gussy's house. My friend Toby shares our interests. Would you mind if he joined us?" Of course, they agreed to that. "Toby both pitches and catches if you get my meaning. He's not as big as I am and his cock can fit in some tight places," I explained.
"You have taken him?" Topper asked.
"Oh yes, he is fun to be with," I replied. "I assume you have noticed I am accommodating and open minded. I have been surprised at what fits where. I have been surprised at the intense pleasure I have felt in unexpected places. Are you interested in opening your bodies to more intense sensations?" They nodded. We went to my bedroom. Toby joined us. Five minutes later we were naked in my bedroom.
Toby and Bruiser connected immediately. I was with Topper. I thought I knew what he wanted, but I wasn't sure he knew it yet. He felt urges and had desires, but he was afraid of them. He was a conventional man with what he thought were unconventional urges.
Topper cleared up all of my worries by dropping to his knees and sucking my cock. Overnight he had discovered his interest in cock, or more correctly, my cock.
A quarter of an hour later, I was gently introducing my cock to his sphincter. They got along well, and I pushed deeper. I don't believe that Topper knew that my cock, wedged in his ass was the missing element in his life. My ejaculation triggered his orgasm. My knob was essential for him to achieve a perfect orgasm. Toby came over and licked up Topper's sperm. I had pulled out of Topper's ass and Toby liked my sperm as it drooled from Topper's ass. Everyone seemed happy with the evening.
The next few productions at the Studio dealt with chorus boys and Vaudeville performers. They delt with the behind the curtain life of chorus boys and the men who admired them. This didn't interest me, and the boys didn't interest me.
Dunstan came to me with an idea for a movie. His idea was only a title, "How Much is Too Much?" Dunstan is sexually driven and a bit of a slut, but he had a firm grasp on what would sell.