Olympia Studio 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 bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com.
While Tommy's sexual education proceeded, the Studio had other projects. Several were personal souvenirs for wealthy men. Adolphus Mecklenburg was a successful brewer and had branched into other business ventures. Dunstan said he maintained a harem of handsome, young men for his personal pleasure. He indeed did help many with their careers, and while some were mindless pretty boys, others were intelligent men who needed help.
Adolphus had an odd request. Some of his pretty boys wanted to become chorus boys in New York theaters. Adolphus wanted a show that showcased their talents as well as their sexual skills. He knew that many of the producers and agents share our sexual tastes and nude performances would further demonstrate their skills and attractiveness.
I thought this was odd and bizarre. Adolphus Mecklenburg sent me a note asked to meet with me. Of course, I agreed to meet him. He came to my house; that impressed me. I know that businessmen try to meet at their office, surrounded by their staff and employees, to impress their guests. Mecklenburg well dressed, but not overly so, and polite. He came with two young men he introduced as William Good and Ashton Randolph.
"I come from a humble background, and I am what is described as a self-made man. While I am indeed a hard worker, I have been unusually lucky throughout my life. I know that good luck is not a characteristic of everyone's life," Adolphus explained. "I have seen several of the Olympic Studio's productions and enjoyed them greatly. I hope you wouldn't find me too forward as to suggest that we may share some common interest?" I nodded.
"I have a taste for handsome, mature, young men. They are often my servants, or assistants. They are paid well for the work they do, not for their activities when they are not working for me in their off hours. Do you understand?" he asked. I nodded again.
"Some of them would like a life on the stage, as an actor or dancer," he said. "Those jobs are popular and hard to get. Indeed, even auditions are hard to get. When I saw your production, I thought that would be perfect way to introduce my men to producers and directors."
"When Adolphus made that suggestion to me it seemed it was a good idea," William said. "He was delicate in his description of our duties. Our relationships are most intimate and mutually enjoyable. They are a joy, and I have to admit that was not typical our relationships with men before we met him."
"Quite frankly, chorus boys are a dime a dozen. Intimate relationships would improve our chances to get a job greatly. To be direct, if the auditions showed our interest in intimate relations, the chances to get a job would be greatly improved," he concluded.
"What I like about the Olympic productions was their directness," Adolphus said. "There was no question of the action and no question of your actors' enthusiasm. To be crude, these directors and producers see scores of young men. Your productions eliminate the guess work."
We discussed his needs and I agreed to make some audition type programs. Part of the scheme was to use older men as the youths' playmates. That would make them the age of a director or producer of a play or show. I also mentioned that a man's appearance can be older or younger than the actual age. I did not want immature persons to be involved. I also did not want anyone who was uneasy being with older men.
We agreed to have a trial rehearsal a few days later. I took Adolphus on a tour of the studio, he was interested in the camera and most interested in the lubricants. I gave him a sample. One of our actor's, Louis, was there, and he talked with us. Louis was fifty and was within the age limits of the directors. He was also nude. Louis told Adolphus he did the lubricating and worked with asses that were too tight. "I take care of the places that are hard to reach," he explained. Louis was a character.
I think Adolphus was a bit shocked. but was excited at Louis' directness. I explained that most of the actors liked him, especially the men who tended to be shy.
Two days later three of Adolphus's young men appeared as I came with three of our old codgers. The codgers were older character actors from Broadway and could be an old prospector from California, or Russian Grand Duke as needed. They were convincing in any role.
Adolphus's young men were handsome, well-groomed, and game. I think their objective was to make it to the top or as closest to the top as they could before their good looks faded.
Dunstan was directing and he was good looking man. "Welcome to the studio. We make special movies for a special audience. You may be worried about your acting abilities. There is one specialty of our studio. You just need to get hard, suck cock, fuck ass and take a cock in the ass while smiling. You don't need to fake shooting off. You just need to shoot off. You don't need to act. I suspect that one of two of you have done that before." Several of the men giggled.
"The older guys here have big ones, and they squirt and drool like oversexed teenagers," he said, "They like to give and take man seed, cum, sperm, or whatever you call the white stuff that shoots from a cock."
"I call it the food of the Gods," one of the older men interjected. Everyone laughed.
"Many of our actors tell us they have had the best time of their lives here," Dunstan said.
"We will begin each section of the movie with you auditioning for a job in the theater. The man interviewing will fantasize about having sex with you. He will come out of his fantasy and then hire you for the job. You will reward you by completing the fantasy," Dunstan explained. "Are there any questions?"
"I'm a big man. I don't want hurt anyone," a man named Wallace said.
"Lewis, would you like to tell these men about your training?" Dunstan asked.
Lewis came up and gave them an amusing description of his services. He both lubricated and used his cock to work the lube deep into your body. "By the way, if any of you had a virgin place in your ass, I can make it suitable for your first scenes," Lewis said. "Don't worry about losing your virginity. I was able to claim I was a virgin until it was thirty-five."
Everyone laughed. "Did you ever lapse?" a man called out.
"Never, absolutely never!" Lewis cried. "Never more than once or twice a weekend." There was more laughter.
The first scene was with a handsome singer, Chester, and a sixty-year-old "Director" named Maxime Devine. Chester was tall, fit and had blond hair. Chester did a good performance of standard songs and was a better than average singer. He did the entire song. That would be spliced into two parts, separated by a sexual interlude. Maxime watched and slipped into a trance.
Maxime was bearded, solid man, with a monocle and smoking with a cigarette holder. He was a perfect dandy who had not looked in the mirror for years.
"You are talented and handsome," Maxime said, "I was wondering if there was something special for me?"
Chester asked, "How special?"
Maxime rubbed his crotch and said, "Something special. Something friendly, but intimate."
Chester began unbuttoning his shirt as did Maxime. Chester was smooth and muscular. Maxime looked like Atilla the Hun. He was also well hung.
"I'm not a pretty boy," Maxime admitted.
Chester reached out and fondled Maxime's cock. "One part of you is pretty. Can I take a closer look?" Chester asked.
Actors act, so you can never be sure what is real or what his acting. Chester seemed to like Maxime's thick, uncut tool a lot. Chester was a most masculine looking man, but he looked almost delicate compared to Maxime.
Often, I had to encourage the actors to get more involved in the sexual scenes. That was not necessary here at all. Both men wanted intense sex and both men were willing to accommodate the other man's desires. I had the feeling that Chester regretted not possessing additional hole for Maxime to fuck. Giving the intensity of the sexual coupling, they seemed under control, and Bobby, the camera man, was able to capture every quivering hole and dripping cock. Fortunately, Bobby had a specialty capturing four alarm orgasms. Every spurt, every twitch and drool were carefully captured.
The scene when on for almost a half hour. That was far more than was needed. Dunstan turned it into a ten-minute short, and into a twenty-five-minute main feature.
Maxime's real name was Bill Maxwell, and he ran a house painting business. Chester discovered he had skill at painting elaborate decorative treatments, such as marbleizing and wood graining. He moved in with Bill and the expanded firm did well.
Several days later we made a second audition tape with Dennis Dougherty. Dennis was a tall, thin man of average good looks. I was to play the sex crazed director. I wore a wig and a beaver sized bead. I had never met Dennis and had no idea about Dennis' skills. I was quite sure what ever he did he would not be a romantic lead.
Dennis was a contortionist. I didn't know if he was double joined and just exceptionally flexible. He did a comic monolog about unusual professions. These professions ended with pretzel maker. He had a pronounced Southern accent and proceeded as if his incredible flexibility was entirely normal.
I had no idea what sex with him would be like. That was not a problem. Dennis knew it all. He rolled in a ball and self-sucked. I joined and shared his cock, from time to time kissing his knob. A little later I slipped my cock into his ass. Somehow, he twisted so he could eat out my ass. A little later he fucked me and sucked my cock at the same time.
Since I was essentially enveloped by his body, I couldn't tell how he did it, but I knew I liked it. Bobby was in heaven. Some camera men just aim and shoot. They just take pictures. Bobby like to do imaginative shots. Dennis and I provided all the imagination Bobby wanted.
Dennis had another endearing trait. He tended to shoot off quite quickly with a generous flow of sperm. That would have been a problem, but he had short refill time too. In twenty minutes, he shot a load of sperm three times. I had only two orgasms, but we were coated in dripping sperm. It was messy but erotically impressive.
After the shoot, Dennis and I went to shower. Adolphus had been watching from a dark corner. He joined us in the shower as did Bobby. I had noticed that Adolphus's young men seemed to be comfortable with larger cocks. When Dennis saw Adolphus nude I understood why.
Adolphus came over to me. "If I were to give your ass a sperm bath, would you be insulted, or think it was a thank you gift?" he asked. I said I would like it, but his ass was already four inches in me. Bobby was sucking my cock as Dennis fucked him.
"Dennis sperm is so silky smooth. It's always a treat," Adolphus whispered in my ear.
We soon realized that Adolphus moved in elevated levels of society and associated with many persons of great wealth who shared his recreational interests. The Olympic Studios was entirely private and discrete. There were no records of clients, and no indications of anyone's identity. This included our clients, staff, and the actors. While some of the actors were from modest backgrounds, none wanted exposure.
Clients, actors, and staff were all friends or close associates. All had sexual relations with other clients, actors, and staff. After a while most had intimately connected with most.
Adolphus showed our productions to his friends. Adolphus told us they were more than impressed. They saw men doing things they had only dreamed about and other things they hadn't even considered. They had seen paintings in museums but as Adolphus said, the good parts were usually covered with fig leaves. While the paintings portrayed gods and heroes, our little production showed real men. Some men even mentioned that our men were much better equipped than the painter's divinities.
Adolphus asked if we might make a movie with a select few of his friends and some of our men. he owned a summer house on Long Island, it was secluded and since it was winter, there were no neighbors. He said his friends would be more comfortable there than in the Studio building. He asked that I bring Bobby, Toby, Garrett, Rollo and Bill Maxwell, the Maxime in an earlier production.
I mentioned that my people weren't members of the 400. Adolphus said his friends were members of the refined tea party branch of the Association of Men who Love Cock. "They want to branch out," he explained.
"I would be concerned that their broader horizons might include stretched assholes too," I said. Adolphus just smiled. I had a feeling that was the objective of the get together.
A week later we were at Sound View, Adolphus' cottage on Long Island. The Cottage had twelve bedrooms and baths as well as a ballroom which we were to use as a studio, and an indoor swimming pool. We had a lunch with his guests. He introduced them as Homer, Plato, Virgil, and Ovid. Two of them I knew from their newspaper images. Homer was Harald Vanderman, the son of a banker; Virgil was Manfred Keller, a railroad owner's son. The men were between 47 and 60. The lunch was served buffet style and was pleasant.
Adolphus said we would spend the afternoon getting acquainted and work the next day. He invited us to the pool and told us the pool was heated and nude. "I think it's safe to say that no one here is a prude, after all, we are all men."
At the pool Chester was there to take our clothes. He was nude, and some of my men knew him from the Olympic Studio. I thought it might have been uncomfortable stripping. It seemed that men anticipating sexual connections were too excited to be uneasy. I was afraid Garrett might be left out of the play, but his oversized cock knew how to make friends. Lust overcame shyness.
Plato was the oldest of the men. he was tall, hairy, but heavy. His cock seemed small, but I suspected it was thick. Ovid was average in every way. I think Harald had been handsome when he was younger. He was trying to stay young. Naked he was pepper and salt hairy. His hair was pitch black, and when he removed his wig, he was much better looking. Virgil was tall, solid, and seemed well equipped.
Harald went to Toby and they talked. Plato went to Bill, who immediately dropped to his knees and started sucking.
Virgil was next to Garrett. "I've never been with a Black guy this way before," Virgil said. "Damn, you have a big one."
Without batting an eye Garrett said, "Luckily where my cock is going it's dark and warm. You can't tell it's black."
Virgil looked at him oddly and then burst into laughter. "I guess I don't need to worry about getting pregnant either!"
Garrett laughed. "I doubt were going to be best friends, but I wouldn't mind getting to know you, your ass and your cock really well." They seemed to hit it off.
When Virgil sat on Garrett's cock, the men admired Garrett's monster, Virgil's ability to take it, and his hole's ability to stretch. Virgil was new to being the bottom. After Garrett pulled out, Plato licked Virgil's ass to sooth it and collect any drooling cum. Later Bill coated his cock with lubricant and used it to caress Virgil's prostate. Virgil loved the attention given to his newfound sex organ.
Rollo, Bobby, and I took care of Adolphus. After ten minutes we were a happy group of campers. As Adolphus had warned me, his friends were of the tea party branch of men who liked men. However, they didn't seem to have a problem adapting to my men's more vigorous approach to sex. I assumed they were used to sex with one man. It was clear they had no problem sampling a group of men.
It was possible they were more open minded and tolerant than I assumed. I had noted that when I was tempted with a potential for sex, I always seemed to succumb to that temptation. I suspected I wasn't the only man to have that problem.
At the Olympic Studio we tried to slow the pace of sex, so that it was easier to photograph. The camera couldn't keep up with the frantic pace of pounding an ass. Most of our men understood that an orgasm delayed was often an orgasm enhanced. A slow build up to an ejaculation was pleasurable. I had noticed that no one postponed the orgasm to another day.
Dunstan had found that few men had seen an orgasm complete with sperm in a photograph before. As far as I knew it had not been pictured in paintings or drawings either. Some of our men, especially Garrett and Toby had memorably generous amounts of sperm in their orgasms. Virgil and Plato also produced massive sperm flows. This easy to photograph and exciting to watch.
Up until now, sperm was something to clean up. What had been evidence of sin, was now praised. In our little group's once secret parts and skills were openly displayed. Here your genitals and sexual performances were consistently praised and admired.