Good Times Video
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
In retrospect I had an odd childhood. It was happy and ordinary except my father wasn't home much. He was a salesman who was away most of the time. This involved many long trips, and he might be away for three weeks or a month. We lived in a small house two blocks from my grandparents. Grandpa was my everyday dad.
I am William Martin, but everyone calls me Billy. I was a teenager when I discovered my mother wasn't actually married to my father. I later found out my father had a second family, with a wife and three girls. Mom died when I was fifteen and I lived with my grandparents. I never saw my father after mom's death. I went to college, got a job as a loan officer in a bank. My grandparents died and I lived in their house.
They hoped I would find a nice girl and get married. I never told them that was unlikely. My interests did not include girls. Since I had lived with them until they died, I had a limited sex life.
Six months after my grandmother died, I had a call from a man name Roscoe Winter. He said he was my father's lawyer and he needed to talk with me about his will. He had died two months earlier.
He came to see me a week later. My father died of a heart attic several months earlier. The bulk of his considerable estate when to his daughters. I inherited his business, the Good Time Video Company. I was now the owner of the company and to emphasize that, Rosco gave me a check for fifty thousand dollars. That was my share of the company's profit from the three months following his death.
I assumed this was a scam, but it was a cashier's check. He didn't mention the usual, "Give me five thousand dollars to get the money from a Swiss bank," spiel.
"The company is yours, but there is a potential problem," he said. I was waiting for the catch. "The Good Time Video Company produces porn. It originally produced porn for a general audience. For the last two decades it produced only gay porn. I should add it isn't soft porn, it specialized in hard core, bareback porn. Your father didn't want his daughters to know about it. Since you are male, he hoped you would be able to deal with it."
"For your information he was married to the girls' mother, but you are his only male child. While some might say your father was not a paragon of virtue, he always supported your mother. He wanted a boy, and he wanted to support you," Roscoe added. He gave me his contact information. I asked if he had any of his video's. He went to his car and gave me a box of the Good Time Videos' DVDs. He then told me the company was successful, and I could sell it. He added that could give me a tour of the business if I were interested.
When he left, I put one of the DVDs into my player. It was called, Daddy Knows Best. I began with a bear-like office manager finding two of his staff in the back storage room going at it. He showed them how to do it right. In the second scene, he teaches them how to take it up the ass. In the third act he introduced them to another bear who could stretch his assholes wider.
It wasn't exactly academy awards' material, but the camera man had an ability to get up close and catch the intimate details. You could tell when the office manager was shooting off and you watched his sperm drooling from the ass when he pulled out. You could tell that the cock was bigger than the bottom was used to, but it was welcome. The boys were young looking from a distance. Close-ups were not flattering, but their cocks and assholes had a youthful glow. One of the "youths" was named Hot-to-Trot, and the other was Stretch-Me-Wider.
I put on a second DVD titled, Santa is Tired. This drama involved six department store Santa's having a party with ten or so elves on Christmas day. The Santa's were older, bearded men who are dressed as Santa, striped to their scarlet long-johns, and eventually got naked. The Elves were short men with a definite resemblance to Snow White's Seven Dwarfs. They were dressed as elves but had green long-john's and were hairy, impressively hung short bears.
Every cock was soon hard, and every asshole was open. Fake snow fell from above every time a man ejaculated. I couldn't tell if the men could actually all climax four to five times, or if it was filmed over several days.
I went to bed and dreamed about the two videos. It was clear that none of the actors would ever make to Hollywood. It was also clear that the sex and associated sperm was real. The men were not acting, they were sucking and fucking.
After I deposited the check and realized it was real, I called Roscoe Winter and said I would like to see the offices of The Good Time Video Company. He said I could do that and asked when was good for me. I said the next weekend would be good. He said he would be fine, and he would get airline tickets to Seattle. A car would be waiting for me.
Saturday morning, I landed in Seattle. A beefy, bald man had a sign with my name on it. I went to him. "Mr. Martin?" he asked. I nodded and said hello. I asked him to call me Billy. He told me he was Jones as he got my luggage and went to his van.
"I had no idea my dad owned stuff," I said. "My head is spinning."
"Join the club. We had no idea you existed. Your father played his cards close to his chest," Jones said, "He was good to work for. He paid on time. That is rare in the porn world. He helped keep everyone heathy too."
"I saw a few if the videos," I said. "I noticed they were bareback," I said. "Was he gay?"
"He was faithful to his wife," Jones said. "We though he was faithful until we found out about you. He told me that sex with men was just a birth control method."
"Was that true?" I asked.
"I didn't believe it at all. He was really enthusiastic when he was fucking with men. I don't think that was fake. What's your poison?"
"I think I would be best described as an unlucky gay guy," I said.
"Well, your luck has changed, if you want it to change," Jones said. "For your information, when guys come on to you, it's not you. The come on to everyone out of habit. You can say no and there are no hard feelings."
"Does that apply to you?" I asked.
He laughed. "It does. The only hard feelings I get are due to my cock pushing into a hot guy's ass," he said.
"My anal experience is limited and not too successful," I said.
"I could help you with that," he said. "There is one problem though. You have to be partial to oversexed, ugly, old guys."
I laughed, "I will have to work on that!" We both laughed.
The office studio for Good Time Video Company was in a nondescript factory or warehouse. The sign on the door was only the letters GTVC. The entrance had only a few chairs and a window from the next office. We went into a corridor and the next office-conference room was beautifully furnished. Four men were waiting for me.
A tall, handsome man came forward. "My name is Forest, and I am the manager and sometimes a director. Tony is the video guy," he said as a beefy, slightly scruffy man came over.
"Jacob is the set dresser, costume guy and makeup man." A flamboyantly dressed man came forward and shook my hand. "Jacob is the Swiss Army Knife of the organization. He can do almost anything, while complaining bitterly about it," Forest added.
"Calvin screens actors and hires talent," he said as a tall fit man came over to me. His unbuttoned shirt exposing his hairy chest.
"Once a month we had a covered dish get together to talk about the next month's work. That happens to be tonight. Would you, like to join us?" Calvin asked.
"Is tonight the first time this had happened?" I asked.
"This is the first of what might be many," Calvin said.
I smiled. "Well, it sounds good to me. I would be glad to join you," I said. Calvin and Forest gave me a tour. The facilities were basic, but sensible. My father had an apartment in the back. It was nice but had a bathroom with a sauna, whirlpool, and gang shower. These served the apartment and served as settings for scenes in the videos.
"The men tended to use it. We can shut it off if you want privacy. You dad had an open-door policy with the shower," Calvin said. I said that wouldn't be necessary.
"I noticed the apartment door doesn't have a lock?" I said. "Was there an open-door policy there too?"
"Sort of," Forest murmured. "Knocking on the door with an obvious erection seemed to be the "Open sesame."
"Would I seem prudish if I were to meet the guy first? I asked.
Forest and Calvin burst into laughter, "We send the staff a memo!" Calvin said.
I went to lunch with Forest and Calvin. and we had a good conversation. The Good Time Video Company filled a gap between the slick nationwide operators, and the homemade, amateur types. The GTVC had good equipment and operators who could keep the camera in focus and do close ups. The actors were not all muscle-bound gym rats with great tans and perfect teeth.
There were some good-looking men, but most were average. Some men were a bit over-weight, but my father tended to focus on cocks. The big guys had big cocks. Most of the men were in the thirty to forty age range, but there were some granddaddy types. The videos focused on sex more than plot.
Forest told me that the letter they received from a satisfied customer seems to indicate the customers provided the missing plots, inventing relationships and connections between the actors. Many of the actors had personal problems and my father was helpful and understanding.
Calvin said the place was like a fraternity in some ways, without the need for social status. As long as you could "Take a licking and keep on ticking," my dad was happy.
I met with Roscoe Winter, the lawyer in the afternoon. The company was making money and was modestly increasing sales each year. It had value, but Roscoe said porn makers weren't listed on the stock exchange, so it was hard to be sure of the sale price. I found out my father owned a successful insurance agency and when it was sold his daughters receive a half million each.
I retuned to the GTVC and met Jacob and his assistants setting up for the party. One of his assistants, Julian, asked if this was a welcoming party or a farewell party as I closed the business. I told him I wasn't sure, but I assumed it would be more interesting than being a loan officer in a branch bank.
"It's fun here, even working part time," Julian said. He leaned close to me and whispered, "It's a lot more than interesting and fun if you are into it."
Forest came up to be with a beefy, solid, crew cut man. "Billy, this is Nelson, our health and safety man. He checks every performer before a shoot to make sure everyone had been good." I shook hands. We talked briefly and then Nelson told me that the testing applied to everyone.
I said I wasn't sure I would get that close to anyone.
"You're a man, and men get inspired. It's better to be safe than sorry," he replied. We went to a little room to the side. He tested me, and all was well. "Your father said a chain is only as strong as its weakest link. No one can complain if the boss man takes the test," Nelson said. "Guys will notice the little Band-Aid on your finger. You will make points."
The party attire was semi-formal. Bikinis, thongs, and jockstraps were acceptable. It seemed that if you had enough studded leather straps around your torso, a fully exposed cock was okay. Jacob told me that my father often only wore an illuminated, vibrating, dildo in his ass.
A projector showed the firm's best-selling DVDs on the walls. I thought back to my Grandparents' Fiftieth Wedding Anniversary and the Methodist social hall. As Dorthey said in the Wizard of Oz, I didn't think I was in Kansas anymore.
After about twenty minutes of the party, I realized this was totally strange and odd. This was nothing like what I should be doing. The thought popped up in my mind for a minute, and then vanished. It was all new, all different and I was fine. Life was good.
Once I got used the semi-naked men, they became ordinary men with an unusual hobby. Some were waiters, store clerks, several were nurses, physical therapists, artists, and construction workers. Many of the video shoots were at night, so you could have a day job. There were some who were rednecks some were the unfocused sons of wealthy families who were finding themselves.
There didn't seem to be any stars or prima donnas. They all used fake names, or what Jacob called a "nom de cock." One man used the name Love Tunnel, and another was Hot-to-Trot.
Tim, a carpenter, told me the videos were a nice break in the daily grind. He was a tall, lanky man, with a muscular torso and a hairy chest. "It nice to be pounding away with something other than a two-by-four," he said. "It's hot, but not eight hours in the sun."
After a little more than an hour, I went to the apartment to take piss. There were men in the shower, so I stripped and joined them. Julian the decorator and Nelson, the nurse, were there.
"Shit, you have your father's cock!" Julian exclaimed. It turned out my father had been an equal opportunity fucker. According to Julian and Nelson, he had a hard time climaxing, but no problem staying hard. Sex with him was a long anal massage.
"He oozed buckets, so it was always moist and slippery. I would sit on it and have a nice conversation with your dad and whoever was passing by," Nelson said.
Julian laughed. "Sometimes that "conversation" was non-verbal. It involved your tongue and the passerby's cock. You got to know the guy's precum, and he usually said good by with sperm," he explained.
"I feel like a virgin discovering sex for the first time," I said.
"Shit, I played the virgin well into my thirties," Julian said.
"It turns out that you ass can't develop calluses," Nelson said.
Tony, the video man came in the shower. He was a collection of desirable male features, assembled by a blind man. The blind man got the cock in the right place. It was thick, long, and uncut.
"Damn, your cock brings back memories," Tony said. "He was a good fucker. He wasn't a lover, but he knew how to make you ass feel appreciated. Two naked men came in the shower.
"Billy, let me introduce you to Lugg and Small Package," Nelson said. "They have quite a flowing with our customers."
Lugg was six-four, three hundred pounds of muscle and curly blond hair. Small Package was five-three, 120 pounds of muscle and curly, black hair. They explained that Lugg was a top and Small Package was a bottom. Our customers loved watching Lugg's cock vanish into Small Package's behind. Some customers had thought it was special effects.
"I've been doing videos here for years," Tim said. "When we started, having a man who knew how to turn on the camera was as high tech as we could do. When they hired Tony things changed. There are no special effects, but Tony likes things up-close and personal. The customers realized they were watching actual fucking, not a simulation."
"I didn't know cocks were so dependable," I said.
"Dependable is my middle name," Lugg said. "My balls are big and I'm always ready to drain them."
"Do you ever pinch hit for other guys?" I asked.
"Nope, I've been living with a pal for years. He's okay with Small Package, but he doesn't want to see me with other guys," Lugg replied.
The party was a success. I got to know who I was dealing with. I felt better about Good Times Video.
I was undecided about what to do, but when I returned form the Good Times Studio, I found a letter from the bank. They had merged with a much bigger bank, and I should call them about the severance package and arrange to clear my personal items from my desk. My branch bank was a half block away from the bigger banks larger branch.
I was shocked when I got the letter, but a day later I was relieved. I lived in my grand parents' house. it was nice, but it was their house. I had never personalized it. My attachment was to them, not their house. I called a realtor friend. Was willing to list it, but a couple came to see it before I cleared it out. I was thinking the house was worth fifty to seventy thousand dollars.
I had never followed the real estate market. The couple paid three hundred thousand, and another fifty for the furniture. Their previous house had burned, and my grand parents' furniture reminded them of what they had lost.
I took personal things from the house and relocated in the apartment in the back of the studio. With the gang shower, sauna, and whirlpool. There was one surprise. Tony, the camera man, and Small Package were living in the guest rooms.
This was a surprise but living in a commercial building in an industrial area meant I was the only one in the area at night. I said we could try being roommates and would see how things worked out.