Olympia Studio 7 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 Olympia Studios' picture shows were popular and profitable. They were expensive, but we soon discovered they were popular in Europe and the Mid-East as well as in Japan. In a world where naughty postcards were popular, our shows were well received. We had no publicity for the shows, but an interest in sex with males is not limited to any particular class or nationality. Men in high places had interests in the shows, and if they saw one, they would hardly report it to authorities. Of course, there were no laws applicable to film or moving images.
Stan came by one afternoon and talked to me about our actors. He had a middle-aged friend who had been a stone mason and had been injured. He could no longer work. He had a taste for sex with men, but he was no actor. Stan thought that if we could teach him some social skills he could serve as a butler or gentleman's valet. "To be quite frank, I know a number of men who would greatly enjoy his sexual skills, if he could be a convincing butler."
"He is skilled in the sexual arts?" I asked.
"I wouldn't say he is skilled, but he is well equipped to please and seems to be most willing to learn new skills," Stan replied. "He is insatiable, and always ready for a romp."
I would not claim that all of our people were skilled actors, but they could imitate actors. I wondered if we could do the same with a stone mason. I mentioned this conversation to Bobby. He thought that training a stone mason to be a butler was possible.
"You may have noticed that many of our actors are never going to be stars. Getting a job that pays them regularly would be a step up for them. If it were coupled with sex, it would be prefect," Bobby said. Bobby was a kind and sensible man. Most young men with dreams of fame would encounter reality. If they could do it with an erection, it would be painless.
A week later Stan came by with his stone mason friend Bertie. Bertie wasn't a handsome man, but he was an imposing, muscular man. He had a limp. It was not a bad limp, but the doctors told him not to lift heavy objects because the leg might fail. The basic requirement of being a stone mason is to move heavy objects.
Bertie was polite and spoke in a deep voice with a Scots' accent. He wasn't educated, but he was well spoken. Some of our actors evoked images of butterflies, or peacocks. Bertie was bear or elk like.
After some conversation Stan told me that he had told Bertie that we had played together, and that Bertie would like to join us.
"Stan, if you think I would drop everything and jump into bed with a man I just met, you are exactly right," I said.
Bertie looked at me oddly, and then burst into laughter. "I have to admit, I am always up for some fun," he said. The three of us went to my office suite. Originally, it had been a secretarial room next to a fancy office. I used the secretarial room for my office. The fancy office was now a bedroom set. It was big enough for a bed and had room for the cameraman. It also had closets for lubricants, dildoes and other implements. We didn't use dildoes for our productions. We used them to open our actor's too tight asses, and to push lubricants deep into their rectums.
I thought Bertie looked good. Naked his looked better. He was built like a statue of Hercules, muscular, solid, and massive. Unlike the ancient statues, he had an impressive cock and low hanging balls, not the boy cocks of antiquity. His left leg was scarred by the accident. His skin was pink and covered in curly red hair. The colors seemed delicate for such a massive man.
There is often an uncomfortable gap when men are naked but are unsure who will make the first move. I solved that problem by dropping to my knees and trying to take Bertie's entire cock. It was too big even when it was soft. Bertie didn't play hard to get. He immediately became erect. His foreskin pulled back exposing his plum-colored cock head. It was a mouthful, but he was already dripping precum. Ten minutes later we broke apart. I needed to catch my breath.
"Maybe I didn't tell you that Bertie hasn't ever fucked a man. I am afraid his cock is too big for me. I told him you might be able to take it," Stan said.
"You shouldn't have said that." Bertie said. "We've just met."
"That's doesn't bother me," I said. "I think it's best if we are frank. You can tell me what you want and feel. I can always say yes or no. You can ask and I will say yes or no. If there is something I do that you don't like, just tell me. We're all men." I paused. "I hadn't been thinking about fucking. I like to fuck and get fucked. As soon as I saw your cock, I was wondering what it would feel like up my ass."
Bertie looked puzzled and then asked, "Are you telling me you want to get fucked. I told him I would like to try him on for size.
Bertie laughed and asked, "Do you think my cock would like your ass?"
I told him that, as yet no one had complained. Bertie was a direct and straight forward man.
A little later I realized that some things teach themselves. I lubricated his cock, put my legs on his shoulders and spread my ass cheeks wide. Bertie knew what to do. He was gentle and careful. He knew he had an oversized cock, and he didn't want to hurt me. I suspected it could possibly have hurt, but many cocks had visited my ass in the last few years. I was stretched.
My ass peeled back Bertie's foreskin and his bloated knob slipped into me. His knob was bullet shaped and ideal for penetration. It spread me open. It was big, but not too big. He pushed deeper and encountered my sphincter. He stopped and then made little thrust to test the barrier. My sphincter relaxed a little and Bertie made a hard thrust. A second later I was fully impaled on his cock.
Bertie moaned. "It's warm and tight!"
"You like it?" Stan asked.
"I'm real excited," Bertie said, "I'm afraid I'm going to shoot off."
"That's what we are here for," Stan said.
"I would love to feel you squirting," I said.
"It will make a mess," Bertie murmured.
"Don't worry, if anything drips, Stan will use his cock to push it back in," I explained.
"You like the cream? Bertie asked.
"I love it. It just adds some natural lubrication," I said. Bertie began to thrust. I knew he was excited, but he was able to hold back and spent nearly ten minutes in my ass. When he shot off, I felt every ejaculation.
Bertie pulled out and Stan's cock slipped into me. He was both an enthusiastic fucker and had the stamina of a bull elephant. It was beautiful.
When Stan popped, Bertie asked if he could fuck me again. I said yes. His cock was just as hard as it had been before.
"It is nice and smooth with Stan's load," he said.
"You liked it?" I asked.
"Like isn't the right word. I loved it," Bertie said.
"That makes two of us," I said. Bertie fucked me for half hour and then shot off another impressive load. Stan had to get to a meeting, since he had brought Bertie, they left.
Stan came by two days later. He apologized for leaving. "Bertie is new to sex with gentlemen. I think you know he enjoyed it greatly, but I didn't want for him to crash after he shot off," he explained. "Some men loose interest after they shoot." I told him I understood and said I would like to get together with Bertie again.
On Saturday evening, Bertie knocked on my door at home. I asked him in. He told me he had enjoyed being with me, but he was worried I hadn't enjoyed it as much as he had.
I told him he had been good, and it was even better for me. "Sometimes a cock doesn't fit right or doesn't hit the right spots. Your cock was made for my ass. It was wonderful." I explained.
"I was afraid I wasn't doing it right," he said. He paused. "Do you want to do me?"
I smiled. "Of course, I do, but it is more important that you want me to fuck you. Sucking or licking a cock is easy compared to having a guy's cock in your ass," I explained. "For some men it's an even bigger step to take a guy's load," I said.
"You like the cream?" he asked.
"I do, but it's better taking a load from a pal, than from a stranger," I said. "This may sound silly, but a friend's sperm is a present, a gift from my pal to me. A stranger is often just draining his balls and cleaning the pipes."
"I don't think I would like that," Bertie said.
I smiled. "Sometimes it works out. Sex is intensely emotional. You can't be sure what you will do or how you will react," I said. "I've met men who are aggressively sexual and couldn't care less about me and what I was feeling. Sometimes something happens. They get emotional and loving."
"Does that happen to you?" he asked.
"It does, but I need to confess. Most of the time it depends on my cock. If I'm erect, I'm emotional. The emotion diminished with the erection." I explained.
"It's a bit like falling in love in a Pub. Eventually a hangover replaces the passion," Bertie said laughing. "I was hoping we might have some fun. Maybe some emotional fun with your cock."
"You want to fuck me again?" I asked. "
"I liked doing you. I liked squirting in you too. It was the best sex I've ever had," Bertie said, "I'd let you do me, if you want that."
We went to my bedroom. "Stan and I are experienced. Sex with you was different. I felt as if your cock belonged in my ass. I could feel you getting more excited, so I knew you were going to shoot. I wanted that too," I said. As soon as we were naked, I sucked him. We got on the bed and sucked each other. He was slightly reluctant, but soon he was obviously enthusiastic. We took a rest period.
"For years I was shocked at the chance someone might see me naked," I said. "Have you noticed that your cock is a lust thermometer? When I suck your cock, it tells me that you're excited. You are more excited when your cock juices begin to flow."
"I'm sorry," Bertie said.
"That wasn't a complaint," I said. "A dribbling cock is an indicator that you are ripe. It is lovely to taste you. You can't hide anything when you are naked and erect."
"I'm embarrassed," he muttered.
"I enjoyed licking your sex juices," I replied. "It was beautiful."
A little later, Bertie was slowly impaling himself on my cock. He didn't fight my cock; he welcomed me into his ass. When my cock caressed his prostate, he moaned. All was well.
A little later he was in his back and my cock was gently massaging his ass, paying special attention to his prostate. Once and a while I would give a hard thrust and he would moan.
"Is it too much?" I asked.
"I can't tell," he moaned.
"I can tell you I would love to have you doing this to me," I said. "If you were massaging my ass with your cock each thrust it would get better for you and for me. Eventually, your cock wouldn't be able to hold back. It would become a magic wand. You would flood my ass with your man seed. You might want to pull out. The sensations would be almost too much for you. If you say in me, I will squeeze your cock to milk every last drop of sperm." As I guessed that comment was enough to pull the trigger and he flooded my ass with his load.
"Just let it flow. Try to squeeze my cock and milk it," I suggested. Five minutes later, he got off my cock. A late glob of sperm emerged. He cleaned up, dressed, and left telling me it had been good.
Two weeks later Stan visited me with two men, Bertie, and Florian. Florian was a handsome chorus boy. He had just been fired when he dopped a dancer in an athletic ballet. He was handsome rather than pretty. He had been hired to be a part of a cowboy chorus, but the scene had been dropped.
Stan thought he would be good in one of our productions. We had an informal casting session. Somehow, I was naked with Florian and Stan was with Bertie. My little training session with Bertie paid off. He and Stan worked things out. Stan's was willing to take Bertie's cock. Bertie would take his.
Florian had some difficulties with casting directors, but he seemed to be interested in me. I assume Stan gave me good reviews, both as a man and as a sexual playmate. Stan told me later that Florian's financial situation was poor, and he was desperate for employment. He was informally auditioning for one of our productions.
He had a short, well-groomed beard, and a hairy chest. He would be quite bearish when he aged. He looked more mature and much more masculine than the usual chorus boy. We avoided young boys. There were some 18- to 21-year-old men who looked quite boyish. Apparently, some men enjoyed young men, but I thought they weren't that dependable, and some were engaged in blackmail schemes.
Florian's real name was Floyd, and he had a troubled childhood. His father and mother drank. He met an artist of some sort who took him in. The artist took care of him and gave him an education. I wasn't sure that his relationship with the artist was entirely platonic, but it apparently was enjoyable. The artist died and Floyd was on the street[BW1]. He had a bumpy life with ups and downs.
He met Stan and they enjoyed each other. Stan enjoyed sex as a recreational activity, not as a display of his power and strength. He liked Florian, but Bertie excited him more. Bertie told Stan about his encounter with me, and Stan correctly assumed that Bertie was interested in further anal experiences.
Florian was well experienced with sexual interludes with older men. These were not consistently successful. I had a delicate session sucking his cock. This resulted in his unexpected orgasm. He knew he was getting excited, but not that excited.
I took his orgasm and enjoyed his ejaculations. I sucked until the orgasm was over and I took the cock drool. Stan and Bertie joined us, and we talked for a while. The rest period was good. Bertie and Florian had a chance to relax and get used to being naked in a group. At some point they stopped being embarrassed naked men. They realized all men share the same sexual equipment. Men being men, sexual thoughts intrude.
Florian asked if I wanted to fuck him. I said yes, but I told him it would be better when he was fully recharged.
"I'm recharged," Bertie said. A minute later his cock was nosing its way into my ass. It was a challenge, but a challenge I was eager to meet.
Stan hates to be left out, so his cock was at Florian's ass. While Stan is a driven and demanding man, he is careful when doing rectal explorations. Florian liked that. Stan can be quite mellow when involved in sex with a man he liked. That suited both men,
Both Bertie and Florian enjoyed the exploration. After two hours of sexual frolics, they knew much more about their capabilities and abilities. We are friendly men and our cocks are friendly too. We were waiting for the first man to shoot the starting gun. Stan leaned over and sucked Florian. Florian swallowed Stan's cock.
As I licked Bertie's cock Bertie muttered, "Damn, you're good.
"I hope you saved some cum for me?" I asked.
"Where do you want it?" he asked. I told him I wanted it as deep in my ass as he could shoot it.
I was pleased that Bertie and I had a very intense session. I was more pleased that Stan and Florian were fucking too. Florian was obviously enjoying Stan's approach, Bertie and Stan ejaculated seconds apart. I was surprised that when we broke apart, Florian fucked my sperm filled ass. I don't think anything is more invasive and intimate than pushing you cock into a man's ass and injecting your most intimate fluids into him.
We talked for a while. When you have been fucked by every man in the room and traded sperm with them, you can relax. I had felt each man unload his balls in my ass. A week later, Bertie was working for me as a butler and general helper. Florian was an actor in out troop of merry men. Bertie was used to work, and he did repairs and updated my house. I hadn't done anything to it in the years since my father died.
Florian was good enough as an actor, but he became interested the camera and lighting equipment. It may seem odd but finding chorus boys willing to have sex with older men was easy. Finding someone who understood lighting and camera work was difficult.
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