Good Times Video 3
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
The auditions were successful, and we actually used parts of them for a video, New Meat, Amateurs Strut Their Suff. That was a success. We also issued the video of my dad, and Uncle George. I was a little worried my father's daughters might see it, but the actors were not named. Forest told me that our videos were for the specialist and were not publicly sold. Most of our customers were friends of a friend.
It was now known that my ass and cock were all but identical to my dad's equipment. I had been a little aloof from the sexual side of the company. Everyone knew I was gay and into it. Everyone included me. I knew that I liked sex with men. I now knew just how much I liked sex. While I liked to play my hand near my chest, the men I worked with knew my interests and were eager to help me with them. They were not only willing, but they were willing to expose me to somethings I hadn't even guessed existed.
This was all new to me, but the older men in the group knew much more about my likes than I did. Dad and Uncle George were sexually generous men. They were willing to give and to take. The older men also knew much more about my cock and ass than I did. They had good times in my dad's ass and wanted to recreate those good times.
A week after I saw the screening of my dad's video. Wally Brown came to se me. He was the informal leader of the Horny Grandpa contingent of the actors. They played either, Dirty Old Man roles, or the kindly old codger showing inexperience youths the ways of the gay world. We had no under aged people working for us, but some men in their twenties look young as do some Latino and Asian men.
Some of the grandpas had been working for fifteen years. All had known my uncle and dad. Wally was the kindly old. horse hung, grandpa who helped young men learn how to take a telephone pole up the ass and love it. He was with Javier, a five foot-three Mayan from Mexico.
Wally said some of the old timers wanted to get together with me. Wally was noted for being straight forward, "To be strictly truthful, while we would like to meet you, we all would like to fuck you and feel they way we did years ago when we played with your dad," he said. "Do you think you could take five or six cocks?"
"I have no idea about that," I said.
"Your Uncle George called five cocks a good start," Wally said. "I was the last one to seed him once. An ass filed with four of your buddies' loads is a real treat. George loved it. You dad didn't participate but when George died, your dad told he fucked George after we left. He used George's ass as a sperm churn. He told he thought about using it in place of butter on his morning toast."
"That was a joke, not a culinary experiment," Wally added.
"Did you fuck him, Javier?" I asked. "Yes and no," Javier replied. "They called me the fireplug. My cock is thick when I'm hard. I used it to plug his ass while the next man got ready to fuck him."
"Did you cheat and shoot a few spurts?" I asked.
"No more than two or three times," Javier said, "Did you know that Anglo sperm and Mayan sperm are the same color?" We all laughed.
Wally was an engaging man. He told me he wanted to find out if my ass was as tight as my father's was. "Your dad was a good bottom. Some men just lie there and take it. He was an active bottom. He welcomed me to his ass. He squeezed and caressed my cock. I had some of the best orgasms of my life up his behind," he explained. "I'm sorry if I am telling you more than you want to know."
I told him it was not what I expected, but it made his strange family life easier to understand. Nude men talking about sex had a natural result. Soon we were all naked on a bed with Javier sucking my cock and Wally's cock in my mouth. Wally was a big man in every respect, and I anticipated intense sex.
I didn't expect Javier's sexual skills. Many men had fucked me. Javier's cock had a distinct personality and character. It was thick and short with a large head. It stretched my sphincter, but caressed my prostate. His cock head made love to my prostate, and I loved it. I wanted to feel him draining his balls into my ass. I wanted to feel him squirting. Javier shot off and pulled out quickly as soon as the ejaculations ended.
Wally's cock was instantly deep in my ass. His knob snowplowed Javier's sperm deep into me. I suddenly had a fear that Wally's huge cock would crush or damage Javier's sperm. I was afraid that Javier had wasted his orgasm. That fear lasted for a second only. I seemed that his miniscule spermatozoa enjoyed Wally's cock as company.
I soon realized Wally was enjoying the company too. My ass had become one of those time travel machines so beloved of science fiction movies. Wally was time traveling into his past feeling the sensations he felt when he first met and fucked my father. I had the rectum of the Ghost of Christmas Past. Wally took his time and when he finally shot off, he was definatly filling my ass with his sperm. When they went home, Wally said he would talk to his pals to see if we all could get together.
After that interlude, I was worried that my thoughts were becoming too cock oriented. I mentioned this to Tony, and he laughed.
"That may be because you own a gay porn studio, and cocks play a dominant role in our productions. Without cocks and orgasms, we produce meaningless videos with what must be the worst plots in the history of movie making," he said. "Lets face it, the silent movies had better spoken dialog than our productions."
I assumed it would take Wally some to time to contact the old guys and arrange to get together. I was one hundred percent wrong about that. Asking a group of ageing, oversexed, gay men if they would like to hook up with a young, well-hung guy was a no brainer.
I also discovered that a quiet, private gang bang wasn't in the cards. Every one of the men were porn actors. They were exhibitionists who liked to strut their stuff in public. Being watched as they sucked off a man they had met a half hour earlier was a thrill, not a chore.
Since Tony specialized in close up, their assholes got fan mail. While Wally was a distinguished looking man, he was best known for relaxing his anus so that just deposited cum could drool from it. When I say best known I am not talking about People Magazine, but his ass was admired.
I wasn't wildly enthusiastic about being filmed. While that was a problem, there was a bigger problem. you can't run a business if you don't lead. You can't run a pharmaceutical company if you are a Christian Scientist. The Pope can't be an atheist.
You can't run a porn studio if you think preforming sex acts are evil and degrading. Good Times Video produced friendly porn. There were no whips or ropes. There were no underage actors, and no one objected to sucking and fucking. The actors knew that when something hurt, was uncomfortable, or if you were feeling sick, you just had to tell the director and he would stop filming.
Uncle George and dad always paid the staff and they never suggested that porn was a stepping-stone to Hollywood stardom. It was what it was. I realized I had to play by the rules. Tony and his pals were going to tape it. It might not be used for a video release, but they kept a record of every sexual encounter.
Tony and Forest gave me some advice. That advice was to lie back and enjoy it. Forest said the old guys knew their stuff. They had experience fucking my dad and Uncle George, so they might well know more about my ass than I did. Tony said that after couple of men shot off in me, I could just go with the flow. I asked if that was the flow of sperm from my ass.
Tony laughed. "Well, since my specialty is capturing and immortalizing that flow on tape, you ass will be smooth as silk as you get used to it," he said. "You're a friendly guy; you will make some new friends."
"Are you sure about that?" I asked.
"Providing your ass as a home away from home for a man's cum, puts you in the express lane for friend making!" Tony added.
The shoot was scheduled for Saturday morning. I was nervous, but I knew what I had to do, lie back, and let the men enjoy themselves.
The men arrived on time a few minutes apart. Being on time was a requirement, and most of them car- pooled.
There were seven men in addition to Wally. They stripped immediately. I noticed most were either had endowments on the high side of average, or well beyond the high side. There were two Black men, Grover, and Theo, and one East Indian, Ram. Forest like to alternate skin colors to make the penetrations more individual. All sperm is white, but the delivery tool was colored. Wally, Doug, Hot Tool, and Top Prize were varied. Wally and Doug were businessman types; Top Tool was a scrawny redneck with a Fu Manchu beard, and Hot Tool was an escapee from a 1970s era hippy commune.
They were a rag tag group of men, like the guys in a Hollywood buddy movie. I was thinking they weren't that bad when I realized my cock got hard indication it approved of them. My cock wanted to get acquainted. I was excited and wanted to get into it.
First up was the dapper and well-groomed man, Doug. He seemed well dressed even when he was naked. The men strapped me into a sling. It was comfortable even though it was designed to provide good camera angles. "I shoot huge loads," Doug whispered as his knob poked at my hole. "You will be well lubricated after I rear load you. I try to go deep, but if it hurts, you just tense up. I will slow up."
Doug moaned when I was fully impaled. "I wonder if this was what your father's ass was like when he was your age. It's beautiful!" he said. A little later he moaned again. "I was hoping for a marathon fuck, but it's too good," he said. I felt him shiver as he shot off his first ejaculation. It was forceful and erotic. He unloaded for a minute or so.
Doug pulled out slowly and turned me over to Grover. Soft, Grover was big, hard, he was an exhibit suitable for a museum. Doug had told me he would lubricate me fuck tunnel. "Damn, I can tell Doug did you," Grover said. "I sometimes think that boy as a second pair of balls somewhere in his body." His cock slid in deep. It was beautiful.
After a few minutes, he bent over me and whispered. "Have you been fucked by a black guy before?" he asked. I said no.
"I can fake an orgasm if you are uneasy," he whispered.
"That's not a problem. I would like to swallow it sometime," I said. A second later he began squirting. Somehow, I knew he was shooting every viable sperm into my ass.
When he pulled out, Hot Tool was waiting. He had a long, thin tool that easily slipped deep in me. "I only got in your daddy's ass once, but it was good," he said. "I was using a lot of uppers then. You dad told he me he got high from my load."
"Are you using now?" I asked.
"I not using anything now," he said. "Nothing much." He shot off quickly.
Ram was next. He was trim, hairy, and muscular. His cock was larger than I thought. I later found out he was a doctor. It looked big, but it seemed bigger in my ass. "Are you getting tired?" he asked, "Have you ever been in group like this before?"
"I was a little tired until your knob popped past my sphincter," I said as I squeezed my sphincter to grip his cock. Ram smiled.
"I like to please. I noticed your ass was dripping sperm. I've pushed it back into you. Should I have asked you before?" he said.
"I think that when a man is strapped into a sling, it's the fucker's prerogative," I said.
"I thought it would be exciting to share an ass with other men," Ram said, "I didn't expect it to be this beautiful. It's lovely." Ram took his time and had a massive orgasm. He stayed in my ass and had several late ejaculations.
Top Prize was to have been next, but he got too excited watching and already had shot off. Theo was next.
He was well into his seventies but was in good shape and rock hard. "The last time I shared a hole was with your father. He told me young men's cock juice kept him feeling young." Theo alternated quick hard thrusts with long slow pokes. He was getting to the edge of an orgasm, and then pulling back. It was good, but of course, he eventually miscalculated and shot off.
Grover had showered and retuned to the sling. He dangled his cock near my face. "I was wondering if you need a snack to keep up your strength?" he asked. I turned my head, took his knob into my mouth, and licked it.
At the same time another cock slid into my well used hole. It was Forest taking his first trip up my tunnel of love.
"Ram was right, it feels beautiful in your ass," he said. "I think your ass remembers being virgin, but doesn't regret losing it," Forest said. "You have six loads in your ass, and you are fresh as a daisy. Those boys have three hundred years of combined experience, and they are all smiling.
"Are you planning to shoot another thirty years of experience into me?" I asked.
"If you want it," he said. Before I could answer, he shot off. "I was closer than I thought," he said. "By the way, it's closer to forty years of experience and your ass just joined the top ten best cum dumps. It's lovely."
Forest pulled out and I returned to sucking Grover. The camera was off. Tony came over and sucked my cock as his helper coaxed sperm from my ass. I took Grover's cum as he had a second orgasms. His cock twitched as modest globs of cum coated my tongue.
I asked Tony assistant what the cum drooling from my ass tasted like. He said it tasted of lost virginity and new horizons. The assistant was an English major working at Good Times to pay for graduate school.
The next morning, I realized my vison of myself as a detached executive of a suspect business was no longer a possibility. Within days everyone associated with Good Times Video had seen the recording of the event. I was embarrassed until I discovered I was regarded as a sexual athlete. I am affable, friendly, and accommodating. I have a good cock and a great ass. I am not prone to fall in love, but I like orgasms. Forest told me my ass gives a great massage.
Guys making porn are not noted for their financial or sexual generosity. Interviews often consist of the boss' cock in the ass of the man or woman being interviewed or swallowing his cum. The usual plan was to promise much and give little. Some pay in drugs or give a guy a job as a pool boy.
My dad and Uncle George had a stable of actors. They appeared in many videos and the customers tended to look on the videos as a disjointed soap opera. As men aged, they often shifted from being tops to bottoms. Some customers like seeing a formerly aggressive tops squirming a younger stud's cock.
Like all soap operas, the audience has no problem with repetitive plots or improbable scenarios. A young stud begging an older man to fuck him was typical. Luckily, assholes don't get calluses, so no one can tell it is overused.
We hired me who liked sex with men. It was never work; it was pleasure. Good Times had another advantage. Our plots and scenarios were shit. If the actors got over involved, all was well as long as the over-involvement included two hard cocks or a hard cock and an open ass. We could change the scenario or make a new one if the sex scene was hot enough.
We also could include stagehands in a scene. Once and a while an actor doesn't show up and Biff, the lighting guy, stripped naked and fucked the hell out of the co-star. Biff was not born to be a brain surgeon, but fucking is his favorite hobby. Biff couldn't act, but he sure knew how to fuck. The co-star might not be entirely happy with that at first, but Biff had a degree in fucking granted by the Lifetime Experience School. He looked good and he liked repeat customers. His cock is big, so you remember it, and most guys remembered it fondly.