The Belle Air House 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 winarch47@yahoo.com
I would have thought that life at Belle Air would be calm and quiet. For some of us it was. I did discover the true meaning of the term Drama Queen. It does not describe mythical creatures. A gay, video studio producing porn is a magnet for Drama Queens. Gloria Swanson in Sunset Boulevard gave a restrained and minimal performance compared to some of our actors. I do not know the name of the mental illness for persons who can never get enough attention. We had people like that.
Part of the problem was due to our founder and benefactor, Malcomb Justice. He was attracted to unique characters. Unfortunately, he didn't see the difference between unique and nutty-as-a-fruitcake. Doctor Willy could tell the difference and his nurse Jake had worked in a mental ward for years.
I have a warm spot for people who have unusual opinions, and distinctive lifestyles, but there are limits. Years earlier I had a friend who enjoyed nudism and gave seminars on the subject. He developed a theory that your body would naturally develop a defense mechanism to adjust to extreme temperature variations. He wanted to move to Montana to prove his theory. I told him that defense mechanism was called freezing to death. I called his parents who took charge of him and resolved the problem.
We had a Devine-Dame Edna problem. Some men seemed to think those stars represented a good option for overweight men. Most seemed to miss the talented, clever and inventive aspects of their work. Malcomb didn't seem to notice these quirks.
Malcomb also had friends who were only willing to be sucked, but were afraid of cum. One of his pals had a "good side" and only wanted that side to be filmed. Billy joked that in porn, a man's best side was from below as sperm dripped from his ass.
I discovered some new aspects of my own personality. I thought I was a pretty ordinary guy with a normal sex drive. After a few months at Belle Air, I began to suspect my sex drive was on the high side of normal. A month later I realized my sex drive was well beyond the high side of average.
I rarely initiated sexual episodes, but I never rejected a sexual overture. I suspected that was not unusual. I was living with a group of oversexed gay men, all of whom knew my weakness. I am a good camera man, and my strength was in finding favorable camera angles that flattered the man I was filming. Many of them thought I was particularly good to them and were willing to reward me. My camera is an equal opportunity flatterer. I want to make them all look good.
Even in a small operation such as ours, editing and converting tape into a coherent video was a major part of my work. Our customers were not demanding, but you do need to avoid insulting their intelligence. As long as the cocks are hard and the ejaculations creamy, they are usually okay.
Cornell had a photogenic cock and impressive orgasms. His cock visibly twitched every time he ejaculated. His long and thin cock ejaculated buckets of cum each time he squirted. I was careful to match it with a more or less matching cock. I was careful to not let the cock substitution process become mechanical. I must have been daydreaming when I substituted it for Charlemagne's tool. Charlemagne was a Black man.
With most of our productions there was a staff meeting to discuss the plot. While we talked, we usually instituted a one-day period of no orgasms for our actors to make sure everyone's balls were full. One of Malcomb's pals was writing the script. Another one of his pals was writing the dialog on que cards. They were actually taking their time on that. Some scripts were mostly "suck it, fuck me hard and take my load." The phrases were shifted in order to give variety.
There were rules. There had to be an orgasm near the beginning and at the end, unless there was cum eating from the ass at the end. The plots were simple and did not get in the way of the sex. Malcomb liked plots that featured a flat tire on an isolated country road, near a farmhouse owned by a man who didn't wear a shirt. He also did men trapped in a blizzard or missing a flight who had to share a room with a shirtless man named Bubba. Sometimes a man rediscovered a high school buddy who had been the first man to give him a blow job.
Malcomb decided to make a video called Making Porn Epics. This was to be an up-close-and-personal view of making porn at Belle Air House. Malcomb opened the Epic with him introducing the subject while he fucked Merrill. He emphasized that everything was real and there was never any fakery in his videos. He then shot off, pulled out of Merrill, and then he spun him around so I could get a shot of Malcomb's sperm drooling out of Merrill's ass. Malcomb had a clear vision about what his customers wanted.
For this video, Malcomb opted for the virgin sharing a motel room with four sex maniacs trapped here due to flash floods. Malcomb had analyzed his life work and discovered a relationship between success of his videos and the number of inches of cocks shoved into an ass. It was not related to intelligent story lines. That struck me as being both superficial and correct. Since we had a library of cocks in oral or anal action, we could dub in longer or thicker cocks in order to fill in the gaps in the script.
After Malcomb finished his introduction Titan spoke about the actors. He was going to play one of the four sex maniacs who deflowered the virgin. "Some studios use fluffers to get their actors in the mood. This studio doesn't do that because our actors tend to be in the mood 24/7. Our only problem is finding an actor who can think back far enough to remember losing his virginity," he explained. "For this video, Donnie is the virgin," Donnie appeared next to him.
"We lubricate our actors before the anal scenes. Bend over Donnie," Titan said as he produced a tube of lube that he squirted into Donnie's ass. "We have one man, Rudy, who does deep lubrication." Rudy joined the men. Rudy had a long, thin, very erect, cock. He slid it deep into Donnie's ass. "Rudy makes sure the entire ass is lubricated. If he likes you, he may shoot off and add his own lube."
"Sometimes I can't help it, Titan, your ass is so tight," Rudy said.
"In this show we have a new actor who has special lubricating needs. Come over, Lance," Titan asked. Lance was born as a girl, but always felt she was a he. Lance was an exceptionally hairy and muscular man due to hormone treatments.
"You may have noticed Lance is missing a cock. He likes to entertain in his cunt and ass," Titan explained. "Inside he's a mess with a vagina and a prostate. He has no womb, so don't worry about getting him knocked up. He entertains in both holes. We like to add someone special in our videos."
"We have a script, but we let nature take its course. That happens when everyone on the set is into it," he continued. "Sometimes you hear stories about a youth tricked into a life of sin and degradation. Everyone here loves what they are doing. Sometimes the acting is wooden and not energetic. As soon as the sex starts, the energy builds."
"There is one aspect of our operation you don't see in the videos. The crew is normally naked too. The actors can gauge how well they are doing by watching erect crew members' cocks. That goes for everyone except Malcomb. Malcomb is always erect. He's always into it big time."
The group moved to the first scene in a motel room. We erected a screen outside the door to display a video of falling rain. Donnie knocked on the door. Titan opened it.
"I'm trying to find a place out of the rain. The rooms are filled up and I hoped to find a dry place," Donnie said, obviously reading from que cards. Apparently reading had not been his best subject in elementary school. Titan and Lance were shirtless. Charlemagne, the Back former baseball player and Merrill were wearing jocks. "It's crowded here, but we are always ready to help a man in need." Titian said. "Excuse the boys' informal dress. They got soaked in the rain. They are going to warm up in the shower."
"I'm pretty cold too," Donnie said.
"Why don't you join them?" Titan asked. "Don't worry, they don't bite."
The next scene was in the shower. The entire room was tiled so there was no curtain to hide the action.
"I've never been in a shower with naked men before," Donnie said.
"Don't worry, we're really friendly," Dillard said.
Charlemagne added, "You can hardly believe how friendly we are." At this point the acting stopped. Merrill got hard. He was the Erection King. Anything between joining in an orgy or noticing a suggestive vegetable excited him.
"I'm so sorry," Merrill muttered as he showed hard.
"We're all boys here. We all have the same equipment," Charlemagne said.
"But I'm hard," Donnie moaned.
"This may shock you, but we have all been hard once or twice," Merrill replied as Charlemagne dropped to his knees and swallowed 's Donnie's cock. Charlemagne could deep throat any cock. Donnie wasn't Charlemagne's type, so this was new to both off them. It was good and Donnie moaned. I wondered how long it would be before Donnie was doing a happy dance on Charlemagne's cock.
The next scene involved Lance and Donnie. Lance was all man except for the vagina. Malcomb thought that would be an easy transition to gay sex. At this point we encountered some method acting. After Donnie successfully entered Lance, Titan nosed his cock into Donnie. Donnie looked shocked and confused for a minute. Titan had never fucked him before, and soon Donnie discovered total fuck heaven. He was shooting as he pulled out of Lance spraying his vagina with sperm. That photographed well.
We had what turned into a sex break combined with lunch. Lance was a transexual desperate for acceptance by men. Lance was a sitting duck for any dominant, macho man. Titan was about as good as you could get if you were into that type.
Titan liked Lance. He had been married to a woman and had genuinely loved her. Lance was a masculine man with a tight cunt. Titan later told me Lance had his wife's cunt combined with his first boyfriend's ass. Lance wanted an affectionate father. Titan wanted a loving son. That Lance tended to be insatiable was the frosting on the cake.
I wondered if this was the first time two porn stars fell in love. I later got to know Lance. In some ways I knew him already. His cunt was a novelty and our men wanted to try it. Soon, Titan put an end to that. Lance was needy and wanted to connect with possible friends. Titan wanted for him to have worthwhile relationships, not just get fucked.
Titan was a well-known porn star and any video he was in sold well. While he was easy to get along with, he could be forceful if necessary. Lance was his. He wanted Lance to get more than an ass full of sperm out of a relationship.
We were ready to get back to shooting after lunch, when one of Malcomb's old friends came to visit, so Malcomb postponed the shoot until the next morning. The old fiend was Trevor Matin. His glory days had been twenty years earlier. He had been selling real estate since. He said he had an invitation to visit. Malcomb didn't remember that, but remembering things was not his strong suit. It was possible.
Trevor had been known as Long John, or Hard-as-Steel. Trevor liked subtly and refinement. His specialty was introducing virginal young men to anal sex. Usually they would scream, "It hurts, it hurts, how big is that thing?" They would eventually fall madly in love with him moments later. Billy knew Trevor's videos well. He told me the camera man turned an ordinary fuck into grand opera by using clever camera angles.
"He also managed to make the virgins look virginal. No one can tell the virgin asses were callused from overuse," he explained. "Trevor hit paydirt when one of his virgins turned out to be a trust fund baby. He moved in with Trevor and when the boy's parents died, they lived on the inheritance," Billy explained.
Trevor must have been in his mid to late sixties. He looked young from a distance, but when you got close the amount of plastic surgery was evident. He had a private dinner with Malcomb. Afterwards Trevor joined us around the pool. He was naked and Trevor's cock had escaped the ageing process. It remained impressive.
Trevor had never been able to act. With a cock like his, acting would hardly be noticed. He must have worked out some, since his body looked good. I was with Titan, Lance and Cornell. Trevor knew Titan and came over to us. He had a reputation of being aloof, but he seemed cordial.
He had seen some of our videos and recognized Cornell, or more correctly Cornell's cock. When I was introduced as the Up-close guy, he complimented me on my work.
We talked and found out his virgin with the trust fund had died a year earlier. He had done well managing that fund. "I had a real shock when Dustin died., Trevor said. "I had had the fund and his money. Dustin was a wealthy man when he died. I always took him for granted. When Dustin died it wasn't fun anymore. Apparently, I was in love with him and hadn't realized it," he said.
"I am on a recapture my youth tour," he said. "It has turned out to be a desperate old queen hunting for attention tour."
"The mirror in the bathroom in the morning can be a bitch," Titan remarked.
Trevor laughed and said, "The peach toned lights aren't peachy enough. You are lucky Titan. Daddy's just get more daddy-like as they age. I was a pretty boy, a guy in his sixties can't do pretty boy anymore.
I wasn't entirely sure that Trevor's story was true, but it was affecting and most of the guys were willing to contribute their cock or ass to making him feel better. Trevor was more than willing to slip his cock into the warm and tight place of a man he had just met.
Much to my surprise Trevor's sexual technique had greatly improved since his heyday twenty years earlier. He had lost his domineering mannerisms and wanted to please. His oversized cock provided a memorable experience in every ass, but he was interested in making it a pleasurable experienced for the bottom.
Trevor had an "You've got it up your ass, what more do you want?" approach to his partners in the videos. He demonstrated a gentler, kinder manner as he slid his cock into Cornell. Cornell took it doggy style. That was the least intimate position for fucking. Cornell was moaning. That was a good sign,
Titan noticed a blob of white semen dripping from Trevor's ass. It was Malcomb's. Malcomb like to pull his cock out as he ejaculated. This coated the entire fuck tube. Titan didn't like Trevor much, so he got behind him and pushed his cock deep in to him in a single thrust. The gesture was a total failure. Trevor loved it. Titan discovered he liked it too. What started as a revenge fuck turned into a mutually enjoyable event. Lance and I were like the ugly stepsisters at the ball. We found an easy solution to that problem.
We were kissing and I asked Lance which hole was best for him. He told me his cunt was best if I kept on kissing him.
"That not a problem," I replied.
"Is there any chance you could cum in me?" he asked. "It feels good when it tickles."
"That is even less of a problem," I said as my cock slipped into him. He turned into jelly as I went deep.
Titan, Trevor and Cornell had what most have been a joint orgasm. By the time they separated Trevor was asleep.
Titan came over to us. He asked me to sit up and then leaned over and to lick Lance's clitoris. I continued to fuck. I think he was trying to get his tongue into the vagina with my cock. Lance was shivering and moaning. I shot off. Lance was crying in extasy as he felt me squirt.
Titan licked my cock as I pulled out and then feasted on my sperm as it drooled from Lance's tender cunt. It was getting late, so we returned to my room. Titan brought Lance with him. I fell asleep but I suspected Lance and Titian interspersed sex with naps.
The next day the production of Making Porn Epics resumed. There were no interruptions and things went smoothly. I was able to take close ups of Lance's cunt and ass. Both were drooling cum. I couldn't tell if it was Trevor's, Titan's or mine.