Olympia Studio 5 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 Studio was a success from a financial and personal view. It was not like the gold mines or oil gushers that made millions, but in place of the millions, the Studio provided pleasure. I knew many wealthy men and given the choice between millions and pleasure I chose pleasure.
There were some who thought our actors were being used and demeaned. Our actors volunteered. They weren't forced to be in one of our productions. Sometimes I wondered if they missed the rewards of "honest work." They did honest work, sex with other men was a bonus for them. I am quite sure that none missed going to a Sunday School class because they were forced to enjoy a sexual interlude with another man. I think sex is an added benefit to a normal life, not a detriment.
Bobby, our camera man, found an assistant to help him. Karl was a handsome man, who was both skilled with a camera, and had a background behind the scenes in vaudeville. He was organized and imaginative. He helped Dunstan, and soon all but replaced him in day-to-day production. He was organized, knowledgeable, and helpful in the day-to-day production of movies.
I had thought that Dunstan's informal and spur of the moment style was attractive to our actors. They liked Karl's well-organized approach. Grover told me he like to have more time for sex and less time waiting for Dunstan to make up his mind.
Karl looked like a Viking Chief and was fully aware of the pleasures and potentials of man-to-man sex. In the small world of wealthy men, we were popular. They both loved sexual interludes and dreaded exposure. Karl shared one important trait with Dunstan. He was a good judge of character. Our actors were involved with the Studio because they enjoyed sex with men and had an interest in exhibitionism. Open sex in the studio was more enjoyable than exposing oneself in a park. It was more fun and paid better.
Most of our actors didn't read the social pages of the newspaper, do they didn't know anything about our clients. We had some middle and upper-class actors, but they were more afraid of exposure than our clients.
One of our most dependable stars was Dudley Monroe. He was the organist in St. Wilfred's Episcopal Church for guilt ridden millionaires. Dudley was an unimpressive, but well-groomed man who possessed a large cock and an ass that could accommodate the Statue of Liberty. He was a pompous prick in public, but he was affable and pleasant when naked. He was blessed with the sexual capacity that would be considered excessive by the city's most active whore.
Bobby loved Dudley since he managed to keep his cock on display throughout a production. We realized full well that the men who watched our productions were not into the plot. The faster we got to erect cocks, the happier our audiences were.
Dudley had a conventional life until Karl found him. Dudley told me he only had music until he had an interlude with Karl. He discovered a new world hanging between his legs. Karl found a hidden amusement park a few inches beyond his sphincter.
Dudley never did anything halfway. His first visit to the Olympia Studio was a success. We were filming a scene with Garrett, Chester, and Adolphus. Dudley was inspired and wanted to join in. Scene was to be called "Spring Awakening." Garrett, Chester, and Adolphus were to be farmers welcoming spring by exchanging sperm. It was renamed after Dudley joined in. It became "Spring Planting."
Each man fucked and rear loaded Dudley. Each of the men tended to shoot large loads, so the scenes were juicy. The grand finale was Garrett sucking Dudley, as he held his legs open. Dudley shot off in Garrett's mouth as all three previously planted loads drooled from Dudley's ass. No one had ever caught anything like that on film. It was a hit with our clientele. Dudley made more friends when Kurt and Bobby refilled his ass after the filming was over.
Kurt came up with an idea for a series of productions called "Impossible Dreams." In each production a wealthy man would have a bad day at work, go home, fall asleep and then dream and dream a sexual connection with a partner impossibly romantic or well endowed.
The first one was called Dreams of Glory. In this production Butch, played by Adolphus, was ageing bar tender, who dreamed of athletic glory. After a hard day at the saloon, he dreamed of winning races for a university track team. In one dream Chester won a race and gave all the credit to inspiration, Adolphus. In a second dream a wrestler gave him the credit for his success. Kurt played the wrestler.
The plot was unrealistic, but dreams are often unrealistic too. Chester sucked Adolphus off and at his sperm in gratitude. That required no acting on Chester's part. Chester was no stranger to the taste of Adolphus's sperm.
In the second scene, Kurt thanked Adolphus with a gift of his sperm delivered in Adolphus's ass. Adolphus was memorably thankful for the delivery. That required no acting whatever. I was afraid that might offend Chester, but Kurt's sperm added lubricant to Adolphus's ass and added something special to the usual post-production celebration.
As far as I know, post-production celebrations were unique to the Olympic Studios. With the exception of Kurt and Bobby, the Olympia Studio used amateur actors who had an interest in sex with other men. some received pay, but this was modest and more of an honorarium, than an income.
That being said, our actors sincerely worked at making the productions as good as possible. All shared two characteristics. All had a high interest in sex with other men and all tended to be exhibitionist. Few men engage in public sex in front of a camera. The number of men who want to engage is sex acts with an audience and camera is small.
One of our productions required actors, camera men, costumes, directors, and lighting people. Often fellow actors and friends were present. While a production required only two or three actors, there might be eight or ten men involved in the production. Our crews were nude since that made it easier for the performers to be at ease.
Men are men and watching an erotic scene stimulated the rest of the crew. I felt that an erection is a horrible thing to waste, so we had a letting off steam period after a scene was shot to help men relax. This was not just pleasurable. It was relaxing since most me cool down after an orgasm. we had a shower bath in the dressing room that was popular too.
There was a business side to the post-production party. We discovered which men enjoyed public sex. we found several "stars" this way. Bobby's new helper, Don, was a master at splicing film. I didn't know what splicing was, but he was able to use images from the post-production party to improve the production.
Our Janitor, Tim, was unattractive but he was well equipped and shot a huge amount. We could substitute his orgasm for a more modest orgasm. He could pre-load an actor's ass who would then take another load from his co-star. When the fucker pulled out there would be a spectacular flow of Tim's sperm from the ass. Tim was border line ugly attractive, but he was pleasant and willing to please. I told him he had star quality sperm and he liked that.
We had some vanity productions for wealthy or distinguished men. There are several fallacies about persons with unorthodox sexual preferences. One is that they are characteristic of either the lower or upper classes. I can say these preferences are evenly distributed across society. The other fallacy is that "true religion" is a cure. I have a strong suspicion that persons who feel they know "true religion" are covering what they regard as their moral flaws or are fools. I have always been puzzled that God decided to give knowledge of true religion to fools and charlatans.
Some men, who regarded themselves as sexual athletes, wanted a record of their skills. Others wanted a memento of their affections for another man. There were some who wanted an exhibitionist display without the potential for arrest.
A man named Stan came to visit me. He was a tall and impressive figure of a man, but you hardly noticed that because of his shockingly copper colored hair. People describe a person as having red hair. Stan's hair was short, stuck up straight in the air and I suspected it might glow in the dark. He was educated, hearty and engaging. He said he had seen one of our productions and had been impressed. I took him to see the camera. Bobby explained the process and Stan was fascinated.
I knew who he was, but I never suggest I know any of the men who visit the Studio. They feel more comfortable being anonymous.
"I have experimented with many sexual activities and enjoyed several that you might describe as an orgy. I enjoyed them greatly," he said. "When I saw your little dramas, I realized that enjoyed the presence of other men at the orgy. I realized that nude, erect men enhance my own enjoyment greatly. To be direct, when a saw a man prematurely ejaculate, I was greatly excited. He shoved his cock into a nearby chorus girl and saved most of his sperm,"
"When he pulled out, I went over to the girl. He had not lubricated himself and it hurt her. I licked her cunt and my tongue soothed her," he continued. "I encountered his sperm and became greatly excited. He thought I was being kind. I was actually trying to eat all of his man seed."
"Can I assume you still have that interest?" I asked.
He smiled and said yes. "I noticed that your actors enjoyed exchanging seed," he said. "I noticed they sucked it directly from the cock head. is it more pleasurable when taken that way?"
"You have never done it that way?" I asked. Stan shook his head.
"For me it is exciting. I am a man and I know what my playmate is feeling as he shoots," I explained. "I think it is the most intimate thing you could do with another man."
"I understand that," Stan said. "I am interested in learning more about it."
"I understand that, but I am afraid no one teaches classes on that subject. You learn but doing," I said.
"I am willing!" he said. "I was hoping I could watch you film and learn the ropes."
I smiled. "The Olympia Studios are not an educational institution," I said. "By the way, everyone in the studio when we are filming is naked."
"I would love that," he said.
"If I were to ask you to strip naked, here, and now, would you do it?" I asked.
"Would you join me?" Stan asked.
"What is good for the goose is good for the gander," I replied. Stan smiled and undid his tie. A few minutes later we were both naked.
"Damn, you have a nice one. I hadn't guessed you were horse hung," Stan said.
I got closer to him and cupped his balls. "If I guessed you were the main attraction at the orgies you described, would I be right?" I asked. Stan was already half hard.
"Well, let's just say my dance card is full," he replied as he dropped to his knees and licked my cock. Stan was a man of action. A few minutes later I was sucking his cock. as my lips wrapped around his knob, he shot off. His sperm tasted of excitement, passion, and relief. We broke apart. He kissed me and ate his own sperm from my mouth. He would have no problem with the Olympia Studios.
A week later we were filming "Aladdin Rubs a Lamp the Right Way." It wasn't going replace Hamlet as a theatrical entertainment, but I gave us a chance to give Garrett a staring role as the Genie. In our drama Aladdin was the last of four boys who rub the lamp. Three rub it the wrong way and only Aladdin rubs him the right way. I had recently seen Hedda Gabler at its first production on New York. I thought our Aladdin work would give it a run for its money.
Topper, Bunny and Bruiser played the three men who rubbed the lamp the wrong way, Chester rubbed it the right way. Because we shot out production in one session Garrett only fucked Chester. Toby, Wong Manchu, and Aztec Juan fucked the co-stars. Stan came to watch the production. He stripped as required and made a favorable impression, his height, hair, and cock were admired.
He was clearly impressed by our staff, both for their efficiency and their genital endowments. It was clear that he had no problem with a room full of naked men, and I think most of them recognized him as member of the club. Stan was interested in the skills of my staff. They knew what they were doing. The actors knew how to twist and turn to suite the camera's needs.
The shoot took two hours, and it move along well. there was an aspect of a sex production missing in plays. Everyone looks forward to the sex and no one lingers over the plot development or developing their character. Stan had enough character hanging between his legs to keep everyone happy.
Stan was an interesting man, friendly and seemed to be interested in the men he met. The postproduction time was successful. The filming had been good, and the sexual scenes had been even better. The men who were the regulars at the filming sessions knew that if the sex scenes were good, the postproduction party would be wonderful.
Stan was the sort of man you wanted to know. He was friendly, interesting, and easy to talk too. He wasn't an upper-class fop, or pretty boy. He was all man, and his cock was a man and a half. Stan had the ability to keep his cock slightly erect. It wasn't hard, but you knew it wasn't soft either. No one in our group was a virgin. There was a slightly opalescent bead at the tip of his foreskin. Everyone knew it was precum, not piss. I had the sense that he wasn't desperate for sex, but he was available and willing. When I got to know him better, I realized that he was always ready for sex.
Stan knew of Toby and had seen him wrestle. He hadn't known about the accident and they connected. I later realized that Stan liked to make the first move. As Stan's lips wrapped around Toby's cock, Toby smiled. As a former star wrestler Toby had many fans as well as up and coming wrestlers pay tribute to him by sucking him and hoping for a thank you spurt. Toby liked to suck cock, and Stan's impressive took was a real temptation. Soon they were on the floor sucking each other. Toby popped and Stan took his load.
That increased Stan's popularity. Toby was popular with the crew and actors. The men saw Stan as one of the guys. Topper and Bruiser had a comic dispute as to whether Garrett or Stan had the biggest cock. this caused considerable ribald conversation. There was conversation about if a tape measure or a yard stick was the tight instrument to measure the cocks.
Topper said his ass was a finely tuned instrument to measure the length and diameter of a man's cock. After a huge number of dirty jokes were exchanged, the men agreed to a be fucked. Stan complained that a simple poke wasn't enough to get the measurement. He said his cock was at its longest after his first three or four ejaculations. Garrett said that was his calculation too. There was more laughter.
Garrett went first and popped after three or four minutes. He pulled out and Stan entered the well-used ass. Stan shot off in four minutes. When he pulled out his cock suctioned both of their cum loads from Topper's ass. It looked like a miniature Niagara Falls. There was open admiration of the display.
I asked Topper who won. He said that he forgot, he had been preoccupied. There was more laughter. The party went on for another half hour, and then men went home. Stan was a member of the group.
A day or two later Stan told me how much he had enjoyed the group. "You may have guessed I enjoy sex a lot. I liked being with men who are too delicate and sensitive. No one was looking for a fat cat husband. It was pure, unadulterated sex. It was fun, exiting, pleasurable and quick."
"I take it you enjoyed it?" I asked.
"I have a little problem. I've fucked many women but I'm new to man sex. Women don't expect me to reciprocate. I'm guessing that most men expect that," he said. I think I need some training."
"I think there are many men who would like to screw you," I said.
"I was hoping you might help me. You've got a nice one. It's big but not Garrett sized. I want you to cum in me too. I think they would expect what I did Topper," Stan explained.
Stan had the endearing trait of being semi aroused at all times. We went to my bedroom and stripped. I got him on his back and lubricated his ass. I told him that on his back with his legs spread was best for me. "You are pretty much defenseless in that position," I explained. "It's the easiest way to get in deep."
I lubricated my cock and pushed in until I encountered his sphincter, the sphincter resisted, I pinched Stan's pin tits. His sphincter relaxed and I pushed in deep.
God give men many gifts mental and physical. He gave Stan a large virgin prostate that seemed to be in just the right place to connect with my cock. Stan didn't know what hit him. I noticed that as soon as my cock rammed it. If I were a nicer man I might as taken a few breaks to relieve the pressure. After about ten minutes I shot off. He loaned in pleasure had his first hands free orgasm. I pulled out of him sand sucked pint of two of his sperm being careful to lick his over sensitive knob.
A half hour later, Toby came in and fucked Stan a second time. I took a seat on Stan's erect cock as Toby pounded him. Minutes later, I felt Stan's second orgasm of the night explode in my ass. I was surprised. I hadn't guessed Stan needed a cock in his ass to trigger an orgasm. Stan was a needy bottom.