The Smartest Man in the World
Bald Hairy Man
This is pure fantasy. If you are offended by stories about gay men and gay sex, or if you are under age, DO NOT READ IT. It is not a guide to safe sexual techniques. It does not depict real men, or real situations. It does not depict necessary safe sex practices. Fantasy characters can do anything they want, real men can not!
You read stories about youths who are afflicted by doubts and fears. They are afraid they don't look good enough; they aren't smart enough, or they aren't cool, or sophisticated enough. I had the opposite problem. I looked great; I was smart; I was cool.
I also believed these qualities were natural. I was born with those characteristics and needed no improvement. I was an only child, and Mom thought I was perfect and catered to my every wish. When I was an adult I found out my Mom had four miscarriages before I was born. I was all she could wish for.
When I went to school, I was surprised the teachers did not recognize my inborn brilliance. They wasted time on other kids, when they should have spent their time telling me how smart and handsome I was. That was a continuing problem for my entire school career. I was surprised when I wasn't the valedictorian of my class. Somehow I was near the bottom of my class, and college was not an option.
When my mom got sick, my dad spent all of his free time nursing her. I decided it was a good time to leave home and become a famous movie star. I was twenty-two. I looked so good, that seemed to be an obvious career choice. I hitched hiked to Los Angeles and waited to be discovered.
I was lucky. I found the USC, the Undiscovered Star Company. It was run by a man named Roger Rarity. He was a talent agent who knew his way around Hollywood. His company only handled men. He said that women were too flighty. Men were more dependable. I did a few trial auditions for him. I didn't remember all the lines I was supposed to do, but he told me I had natural, animal magnetism that would impress. He said there were several video companies that I might explore to tide me over. He said big time movies or long run television shows took a while to break into. He mentioned that narrow minded persons might think these specialized studios produced porn. I told him liked watching porn, and I had knew some men who liked it.
Roger told me the money was in gay porn. I told him I wasn't gay, but I had some fun with older men who were gay and they paid well. I had no hang-ups with that. I wasn't 100% truthful about that. My parents had been clear about not knocking up a girl. They never mentioned guys. I passed a few classes due to an interlude with a male teacher. I discovered taking a guy's load gave me a passing grade. I soon developed a liking for the taste of man seed. To be strictly truthful, I more than just liked taking cum.
Somehow, I think that Roger guessed that. Somehow, he knew.
A few days later Roger asked me over to meet a talent scout for Hot and Heavy Productions. He described the company as cutting edge entertainment for the adventurous man. I suspected that Hot and Heavy Productions were not going to give Disney a run for it's money at the box office.
When I met the talent scout, Mathew, it seemed that the Heavy part of the name referred to his weight. He was with another man named Bubba who was just as big. Mathew said they specialized in videos for heavy set guys who like younger, slim men. I was young and thin. They wanted the young guy to fall in love with the heavy older man. There was little dialog in the stories, but lots of sex.
They were in a motel and had two rooms with a connecting door. The second room was used as a make-shift studio. Mathew asked if I would do a scene with Bubba. I said sure. We went in the other room where Bubba and I stripped. They liked what they saw. Unexpectedly, I really liked what I saw. Mathew said Bubba had once been a wrestler and you could tell. He also had impressive equipment hanging between his legs, not that I noticed. The room was warm, but hot and sweaty was a good look for the video. Eventually, Mathew stripped to get comfortable it was so hot. He was the camera man. I am not known for my perceptive judgments on people, but I decided to relax and let Bubba do anything he wanted since he was double my size. I figured that would be good for him. This was a good decision made for entirely the wrong reason.
Bubba was a nice guy, and was smarter than he looked. He later told me that if he ripped me in half, that was only suitable for a short subject. If he took his time, he had a feature film. Porn videos were usually a half hour to an hour long at the most.
I knew that most gay men like to have their cock's sucked. I went for Bubba's cock and spent five minutes getting him hard. Bubba wasn't going to become a star, but his cock had star quality. It twitched, shivered, oozed and drooled. At all times I knew his exact state of arousal. He had an appreciative cock. I knew when I excited it, and he usually oozed some thank you drool.
After about fifteen minutes he shot off in my mouth. It was a huge load. After the second or third ejaculation it was drooling from my mouth. Mathew was good at up-close and personal shots, so you could see Bubba's cock twitching as he ejaculated and me almost gagging as I took his sperm. I licked my lips and swallowed. They were very happy with the resulting video.
We rested a while and then Mathew asked, "I would like a scene with you taking Bubba's cock up you ass, Do you think you can take it?"
"It's huge," I replied.
"Is that a problem?" Bubba asked.
"Come to think about it, I guess it could be either a problem or an opportunity," I replied. "Is he going to shoot off in my ass anyway?"
"I don't need to shoot off in you, but you know that excited cocks aren't obedient," Bubba said.
I was going to say no, but I realized that if I didn't try it, I might spend the rest of my life wondering what it would have been like. After some more conversation, I decided to give it a try. I didn't know it then, but Hot and Heavy Productions was not into Sadomasochism or underage sex. Mathew had a bad experience when he was thirteen. He hired only 100% consenting adults, and it was mostly100% pain free.
Mathew never appeared in his porn epics, but his cock saw action getting ready. Bubba was a big boy. Mathew was well equipped but his cock wasn't museum quality. He used his cock to deep lubricate my ass. He coated his tool with lube and than made sure I was ready for Bubba. I felt him ejaculating before he pulled out.
He whispered, "Sorry about that. I miscalculated."
That was fine with me. My teacher at school had the same problem. Every time he rear loaded me it was an accident. I suspected it would be more than fine with Bubba. Bubba was a tight fit and it was uncomfortable a few times. Bubba seemed to sense that and he adjusted his thrusting technique. When I adjusted to his cock's thrusts, he would push deeper.
Bubba was more than a good fucker. He wasn't just using my ass to get off. His thick shaft continuously massaged my prostate. There was barely enough room in my ass to accommodate his cock and my prostate. His cock tapered to his knob. The thickest part of his shaft was next to my prostate. I could barely breathe the sensations were so intense.
I had no idea how long he fucked me. When he finally shot off in me, I was relieved he was done, but disappointed it was over. He had almost pulled out, when he made a final hard thrust into me. I shot off hands-free. Roger was there filming every spurt.
We cooled off and dressed. Mathew said it was good and gave me $500.00. "If we use the tape in a production you will get more," he said.
The next day, Roger called me and said I was hired and he asked I might take a job at his house until he found a video that was suitable for me. He it would be free rent and might and I might do some chores for him. Since I was all but broke, I said yes.
A week later I was living in a cottage at Roger's house. He called it the Castle. The Castle was located in a canyon about a hundred miles from LA. It was an unusual but impressive place. It was built to be a romantic mansion for a millionaire who lost everything in the depression. It was incomplete until portions were partially finished by a two decades later. I thought Roger was doing well to own it, but I later found out it was an inheritance from Roger's hippie millionaire." Roger had been his boy toy.
I shared a cottage with two guys, Willy and Billy. Willy was the gardener and Billy was the pool guy. Both of them were also porn stars. I was tapped to be the "chauffeur". Willy liked to garden and Billy liked to hang around the pool. Roger drove himself, so I didn't have much to do. I helped where needed. The job gave me some income and he paid for insurance and social security. He told me he made okay for the IRS.
Willy told me Roger had many friends as well as many potential investors. Some of these men invested in real estate, and other invested in Mountain Top Productions. Mountain Top Productions did corporate video promotions. Hot and Heavy Productions was a minor subsidiary.
Men would visit Roger for business meetings and then stay for the night or sometimes the weekend. These meetings were not coat and tie events. They were more informal and the men enjoyed getting away from the city. The Castle sat on 150 acres of mostly natural land. It was quiet, peaceful and relaxing.
Willy told me the men were usually a bit horny and we might help to entertain them. "That's not required, but I'm usually hot to trot, so it is fun for me too," he explained. "There is one odd requirement. Everything is done in public, even when there is some action in the bedroom, the door has to be open. Apparently years ago, Roger had a problem with one of his guest, and I doesn't want that to happen again."
"What happened?" I asked.
"One of the guest told him he liked to do a little spanking. It turned out to be a lot more than that," Willy explained. "Roger checks out his guests more carefully now, but all that sort of stuff is very private. He doesn't want to have any problems. Most of the men like to watch anyway so open sex excites them."
The next weekend, Roger had three guests, Monte, Phil and Ted. They came for a conference, but the work part of the meeting was over by noon. After lunch the men gravitated to the pool. Many swimming pools are hot as hell in the afternoon, but the Castle pool was well landscaped and comfortable.
Monte was a beefy, bear type. Phil was tall and had a sleek, muscular body. He was a swimmer. Ted looked as if he had once been fit, but he had gone to pot. The men had been to the Castle before, and Billy soon reconnected with Phil. Willy hooked up with Ted. Billy had been a lifeguard and was always at the pool. I served drinks and snacks. We all wore white bikini briefs. They were nearly transparent when wet.
Monte was looking me over. Our eyes met and I went over to him and said hello.
"You're new here?" he asked.
"Yes, I just had an audition and Roger liked me," I said. "Damn, you're hairy!"
"Is that a problem?" he asked.
I smiled. "I would be surprised if it was," I said, "I like men who look like men."
"Most young guys seem to think I look like King Kong," he said.
"I would prefer King Kong to Pee Wee Herman," I said. "It looks like you have no shortage of testosterone." By this time Phil and Billy were naked and in the pool. They were swimming laps in an informal race. Ted's hand was fondling Willy's willy.
"Everyone here is real friendly, but that's not required," Monte said. "Friendly conversation is just fine." "Friendly conversation is fine with me too," I said. "I would enjoy that, especially if it was combined with some friendly cock sucking. We could let nature take the lead from there. Does that make sense for you?"
"It sure does," Monte said.
I decided to take the lead so I stripped off my bikini trunks. I wasn't hard, but I wasn't soft either. Monte stood up and dropped his trunks. He did not disappoint. I dropped to my knees and took the tip of his uncut cock into my mouth. I soon worked my tongue into the pucker and his knob inflated to welcome it. As soon as my tongue encountered his knob I tasted precum. I took that as an indicator of Monte's sincerity.
Monte and I had no problems at all. I think he would be best described as a perfect, polite, sex-crazed gentleman. I knew what he wanted and I was willing to provide it. He wasn't the lovey-dovey type, but he was friendly and gentle. That turned into something much more intense each time he reached the final moments before the orgasm. I fell in love with him when his fire hose shot off deep in my ass. That was incredible. As his cock stopped shooting, and began to go soft, the love turned into a good memories for Monte and me.
He became a friend with a seven-inch magic wand. He shot off fire hose style so I always felt each spurt. He liked to shoot off in me, but I liked it even more. Some men just dribble sperm when they shoot off. Monte's twitches and spurts were great.
Roger had good instincts with respect to visitors. Willy, Billy, Phil and Ted had similar experiences. The combination of friendship and good sex was good for all of us. We had a weekend of friendly musical chairs. More correctly it was musical cocks and assholes. By the time they went home Sunday morning, everyone felt good about the weekend. It was purely recreational sex, enjoyable but not life changing.
While Monte was my main focus, I had sexual interludes with Phil and Ted. Roger was pleased. He said I was friendly and accommodating. "You have a tendency to inspire orgasms. The men were impressed," he said. I liked the compliment but since I was sitting on his cock the time, it's possible that influenced him.
A week later, Roger hired a new executive assistant, Oliver. He was in his early thirties and seem to have a real job, but he bunked with us. Oliver was reserved and stand offish. He was pleasant, but I suspected he was not part of the entertainment. I guessed right about that.
One of Roger's business partners had what Oliver described as a non-standard approach to book keeping. My dad is an accountant, and I knew the phrase "non-standard" meant embezzling. While Willy, Billy, and I had poor academic careers, I suspected Oliver was a top of the class sort of man. I later found out that was true, but understated the case. He was a Summa cum laude plus guy. He was also straight as an arrow, except for cock sucking and ass fucking.
He was exactly like me except my fantasies of being handsome and brilliant were his realities. Roger realized that we shared common interests. He told me Oliver had an ass capable of winning an Olympic medal. Oliver's sperm was the food of the gods. He didn't mention that Oliver ran marathons not sprints. I often felt like a wet dishrag after a long fuck session. My cock produced gully washers of sperm for him to enjoy. He apparently had a degree in cock sucking too.
We got along well. Oliver did not mix with Roger's business associates. He didn't want friendship to cloud his judgment. He seemed to get along with the staff. He told me that was because he doubted that any of us understood enough about finance to know enough to be a problem. I knew that was not a compliment. Oliver was well endowed and imaginative. That more than made up for his suspicious nature.
Oliver had a thin, seven-inch cock. Billy's cock was almost its twin. Oliver knew than my ass was high capacity and he thought I could accommodate both his and Billy's cock. He had never shared an ass with another cock and he asked if I might be interested. He told me that might be a good on my porn resume.
I am not a complete idiot, and I knew that was a crock. However, the idea that two cocks could fuck me at the same time had some appeal. Roger was off in LA, and Oliver, Willy, and Billy came to see me. Willy just wanted to watch, but he said he was going to help aim the cocks. The whole thing should have been a disaster, but it seems that good attitude can overcome the obstacles to a suspect plan.
We had a beer or two, before we got down to the main attraction. I discovered that the main attraction was not my accommodating ass, but Oliver's cock. I wasn't sure if I was the main attraction, or just provided the venue. It was a little of each. I definitely was fucked. They were cock to cock in my ass masturbating. My ass was being used, but not abused.
At first I thought it was interesting, but as Oliver and Billy experimented, they found the perfect place and pace. I was surprised when Billy shot off quickly, but Willy was good sport and filled the void. Willy's cock was thicker than Billy's so it was tighter fit. Billy's cum provided more lubricant. That was good for me, but it was even better for Oliver. My ass seemed to adjust to the new cock.
Willy thick cock increased the pressure on my prostate, and on Oliver's cock. I could feel their excitement as their cocks masturbated each man's cock. It was beautiful. Oliver's cock lost it first flooding my ass with his sperm. That triggered Willy's orgasm. Willy's ejaculation triggered my orgasm.
Life at the Castle became even better.