Olympia Studio 8 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@aol.com.
The studio was doing well, and prospering. There was one problem. It had begun as almost a joke, an amusing interlude. It was turning into something larger and more demanding. I liked some of the men I met, and I enjoyed sexual interludes with some of the men. I wanted a quiet, easy life. The productions were becoming demanding and many of the staff were demanding.
I understood this. I was independently wealthy, and most of the actors were always short of cash. I felt the studio needed an enthusiastic leader. I was pondering these things when Stan brought two men to see me. He had met them at a party in his tower studio. I knew that the studio parties did not focus on tea or cards. These men, Henri, and Luigi, lived in Paris. They owned a bookstore and had an interest in nickelodeons. These nickelodeons included peep shows, which were profitable, and they thought my operations would be much more profitable.
Stan told them our cameras were well advanced optically. A murky peep show was a bad peepshow. I also realized my actors were most attractive to men. While we were discussing the possibilities, two of my stars, Bertie and Florian came by. Henri and Luigi were handsome men and they seemed to like the two visitors.
Of course, I knew the businessmen were unlikely to be only interested in the studio's profit potential. I had discovered that my interest in sex with men wasn't profit based. I had finally acknowledged I liked sex with men. While some might say that was completely obvious, my skill at self-delusion is impressive.
While I had never owned a retail shop, such as bakery or confectioner, I understood the importance of providing samples. Henri looked at Florian with longing. Bertie impressed Luigi.
I wasn't sure Bertie or Florian noticed. A minute or two later I realized that was ridiculous. My men weren't only casually interested in man sex, they loved it. I also noticed that men of our inclinations find it hard to reject the possibility of sexual contact. Luigi had made eye contact with Bertie.
I introduced them to the actors, and I think all four were excited. We talked and Luigi asked Bertie if it was hard to be naked in front of a camera.
"It isn't that much of a problem. Since we were to connect sexually, of course, we were nude," Bertie explained. "When were are being filmed, most of the crew is nude too. Sometimes a crew member joins in. The Director feels that spontaneous sexual events improve the reality of the work."
"I would think that would ruin the plot?" Henri said.
"Some of the plots are not so carefully worked out as to add spontaneous scenes," I said. "There is one problem."
"What is that?" Luigi asked.
"You have seen our works?" I asked. The men nodded. "Our cameras take clear images. You may have noticed they capture the details of an orgasm, including the explosion of sperm. That seems to be the most popular aspect of our productions."
"They are beautifully detailed and sharp," Luigi explained.
"Then you have noticed that one of the actors is most receptive to the orgasm. Some men take the creamy offering on their tongues. Some actors shoot on a man's ass, and then push their still spurting cock into the ass to plant the sperm."
"That is most exciting," Henri said, "The cameraman must be skilled."
"The camera is skilled, but the actors must be receptive," I explained. "It is a sexual dance, a duette. Some men are uneasy taking the sex fluids."
"I admit, I am uneasy talking a man's sex juice," Henri said.
Luigi laughed, "I have no such problems."
"Are you men free for the afternoon?" Stan asked. "We might have a trial rehearsal." I had a suspicion Stan had planned this for the meeting.
"We have nothing planned for the afternoon," Bertie said.
"We had no plans," Luigi said. We talked it over as Bobby, the camera man, joined us. Stan told the men that Bobby was a genius with a camera. Stan suggested that Bobby could film us to see if the men photographed well.
"I don't think I am planning a new career," Henri said.
"I can tell you that most men are uneasy about sex, but pictures of sex change their minds," Bobby said. I noticed that Henri seemed to be interested in Bobby.
"Bobby is a superb photographer. Perhaps you would like to stay near him and watch him work?" I suggested. Henri liked that idea a lot.
Luigi was an eager participant. He was from the border area between France and Italy. His father was French and his mother Italian. Luigi was muscular, hairy and did not have a shy bone in his body. Florian was tall handsome and moderately hairy. Bertie was tall, beefy, and covered in ginger hair. They were to form a threesome, play for a while and then end with Florian fucking Luigi's mouth and Bertie fucking his ass.
It might be too much for Luigi, but I assumed he could take it. Stan, Bobby, Henri, and I stripped. That usually relaxed the actors. I noticed that Henri liked seeing Bobby's nude body. When he turned away from Bobby, he was semi hard. He whispered, "This is embarrassing."
"Don't worry," I whispered back. "Most of the men on the set are either hard or almost hard. It is an added benefit of working on an erotic scene."
Luigi was in a tight cluster with Bertie and Florian. They were discussing who would do what to whom. It was a friendly discussion. If it was sex, Luigi liked it.
While this was a sexual benefit for our sales discussion, Luigi clearly had star potential. He looked be more like the classical sculpture of Hercules than Apollo. His cock was large and seemed to be permanently semi-erect. He mentioned that he liked a challenge as he glanced at Bertie's cock. A bead of precum emerged from Florian's tool. Luigi collected it in his finger and tasted it. That seemed to clarify which cock went into which of Luigi's holes.
Stan offered to direct the action. We had a small set of a woodland scene on the edge of a pond in the studio. This was to evoke skinny dipping. Skinny dipping had been a popular plot our little plays. Many men had skinny dipped at one time, and either had sexual experiences there or dreamed of such activities.
Luigi was to emerge from the pond and find Florian and Bertie chatting as they fondled their cocks. Luigi joined them and showed obvious interest in their cocks. Florian sat on a rock and Luigi got on his hands and knees to suck him.
Bertie had been hoping to do that himself, but then he just happened to notice Luigi legs were spread exposing his asshole. Luigi was well lubricated, but you could tell his sphincter resisted Bertie's oversized cock. You could see Luigi react as his sphincter gave up the fight and took the entire cock.
In many of our "naughty" epics, at some point the acting ends and the men's cocks take over. This happened between the three actors, and it was beautiful. Our audience knew that we always recorded actual sex, complete with hard cocks, quivering assholes, and real sperm. Florian and Bertie were sperm factories. Luigi had a hands-free orgasm as Bertie fucked him. Florian was close enough to take the load with obvious enjoyment.
When it was over, it had been a good experience for all of us. We sat around talking as the men recovered. I soon noticed that the men weren't recovering, they were refilling their balls. While some of our actors could produce an orgasm every three or four hours, Bertie and Florian were not in that group. They could produce another orgasm in a half hour. When they were excited, they could shoot off again in fifteen minutes. If a cock is a sexual thermometer, both men were fully loaded.
"Am I right in thinking the sexual temperature in the room is rising?" Stan asked.
"I've taken care of the business part of the day," Bertie said. "I am open to the informal, recreational opportunities."
"Is that too much for you Luigi?" I asked.
He burst out laughing. "This has already been the most pleasurable day of my life!" he said. "I am ready for more!"
While I had focused on Florian, Bertie, and Luigi, I had missed the growing attraction between Henri and Bobby. Bobby was reserved and picky. Apparently, Henri met his high standards. Stan and I were able to play with any man who was left out.
I thought I would just lie back and relax watching the action. That didn't happen. It is difficult to sit watching a game when you want to play the game. The men were well endowed and enthusiastic. I wanted to be a part of it. In addition, there was an itch deep in my ass. I knew only a cock could relived the itch, hopefully by bathing it in man seed.
While I am a private person, it is difficult to hide my needs and urges when I am nude. I knew that most of the men knew about the itch and knew how to solve the problem.
Bobby, Florian, and Henri formed a trio. Henri like youngish, handsome men. Luigi, Bertie, and Stan formed a second group. Solid, well hung men attract me. Stan and Bertie both knew that I like what Stan referred to as entertaining on the back porch. I later found out that Stan had told Luigi about my interest. It is exciting when a man you just met eases his cock into your ass. Luigi was the perfect gentleman; he was the perfect well- endowed gentleman.
Luigi later told me that some men are too open, and you could drive a locomotive into the ass. Others were too tight, and Luigi disliked inflicting pain. He said I had the perfect ass. It was the tunnel of love and a treasure chest where he could leave his love offering.
I told him that the orgasm induced love didn't last long.
"I have six children, that love lasts for years. A little temporary love with a man is beautiful. It may be more beautiful when it is fleeting," he said. I accepted that. Most men accepted that since Luigi's cock was worth it. At this point in my life my virgin days were past. Luigi's cock provided new experiences for my well-used ass.
The sex included Stan. Stan was well known as a rake and lover of beautiful women. He was also a devoted family man. He kept his interest in men hidden. He was an architect, and he spent much time on construction sites. While he liked delicate and almost fairy-like women, he preferred strong, hard-working, mature men. He wasn't interested in pretty men, dancers, or actors. While he liked men he could enjoy sexually, he was willing to share his body with them for their enjoyment.
That made our afternoon at the the Olympia Studio a success. Henri and Luigi made an offer to buy the studio for a more than generous amount. I hadn't thought they were that wealthy, but they had connections. They would develop a studio in Paris and move the Manhattan studio to a warehouse area in the Bronx. I sold the building to a friend who tore it down and replaced it with a large hotel.
I had always been well off. I was now quite wealthy. I sold my old house and built a new home designed by Stan. It was modest by his standards but quite luxurious by my standards. Instead of a carriage house I added a gym like room, with a small pool and a full shower room. Illuminated by frosted skylights, I wanted the room to be fully private.
Of course, the actors and professional staff worked at the new Bronx studio. There were other men who interests were more recreational and they dropped in to see me. Stan, Bertie, Bobby came by to see me. Stan collected friends like some men collect stamps; he was always looking so something new. He also had good taste and a remarkable ability to recognize men with an interest in sex with men. Bobby could tell the difference between actors who played a role, and those who genuinely enjoyed men.
I often had a modest Sunday luncheon event for interested men between 10:30 and 3:00. Stan described it as the time between you wife left for church and the time the last man ejaculated. That description was less polite, but more correct than mine.
Stan brought one of friends, Rutland Winter, to one of these events. He liked men and was pale and almost sickly. His father, Rutland Sr., was a noted captain of industry but he was aware of the ways of the world. Rutland Jr. was the only son of his first wife who died in childbirth and was much like her. This was an odd situation. Rutland was terrified of discovery by his father. His father introduced his son to Stan. He knew Stan was open minded sexually but was also admired and successful. Stan wasn't a Nancy boy.
Rutland had been on the rowing team at Harvard and enjoyed his time there. It was all-male, and Rutland was an athlete. Several of my old friends came. Ed the construction worker came as did Toby the injured wrestler. Bertie and Bobby joined us. Six men was a good-sized group, but not over whelming.
Most of the men were hard working laborers, except for Toby. He had been a wrestler before he was injured. Stan and I were businessmen. There were no fancy boys or Oscar Wilde types. That was good for Rutland. Stan kept up with college sports, so he made sure everyone knew Rutland was an athlete.
We had a good lunch and Rutland relaxed as he got to know the men better. When we went to my little gym, the pool was the immediate focus of attention. It was a hot summer day and it looked cool. Ed, Stan, and Bertie stripped first and jumped into the pool. Toby needed help to undress, so Bobby and Rutland helped him. I think Rutland was used to the group showers in the school gymnasiums. My friends weren't shy, but they were too forward either. There were many admiring glances.
Rutland was between Stan and Toby. "We are all old friends here," Stan whispered in Rutland's ear. "Sometimes we get playful."
"That was the way it was in the showers at school," Rutland replied.
"If it told you sometimes the playfulness is quite intimate, would you be shocked?" Stan asked.
"I don't think so. Do you get intimate?" Rutland replied.
"I get very intimate with men who want it," Stan said. "Everyone here likes it, and it can get intense. They all like it a lot."
"Does intense mean sucking?" he asked.
Stan nodded and then added. "If men get really excited it may include fucking too."
"I've never done that," Rutland said. "I did watch it once."
"Were you excited or scared?" Stan asked.
"When I saw it, I guess it was fifty-fifty," he replied.
"You must feel odd being stuck with a bunch of old men," Toby said. He was sitting on the other side of Rutland.
"That is fine with me," Rutland said as he reached over and played with Toby's cock.
"No one here is shy. No one gets embarrassed, or needs to hide anything," Toby explained. "There is one problem. If you are doing something fun, they might join in." Toby paused, and then added, "Have you ever tasted an over-the-hill wrestler's cock before? Before the accident, men got in line to suck mine."
Rutland helped Toby to get up and sit on the edge of the pool. He soon was sucking him with great enthusiasm. I could tell Stan was relieved and relaxed.
Toby was about as masculine and crude as a man could be. Some men like him are aggressive and take what ever they want. After the accident, Toby had no family, most of the men he knew were rivals. He discovered he needed friendship and affection. At the time of his accident, he had just met us, and he was surprised when we helped him. Even more surprising, he discovered he could give affection. He had thought that the best he could ever feel was when a referee held up his arm and proclaimed him the winner. Now he knew that being with a man and exchanging sperm was spectacular. Even better, it didn't leave you bruised and battered.
A little later Rutland was talking with Stan. He was afraid of what would happen when his father found out about his sexual tastes.
"You are his son and the firstborn. He loved your mother, and he loves you. He asked me to introduce you to some men you could feel comfortable with. You don't need to live a lie to please him," Stan said.
"He knows you are . . .?" Rutland asked, but he couldn't find a word.
"He knows I have a complicated sex life. He may know some men I know," Stan said. "I think your mother and now your stepmother provide all that he needs."
"My stepmother puts the lie about all those stories about wicked stepmothers," Rutland said.
Rutland was a different man after his conversation with Stan and his connection to Toby. He seemed to like Bobby, but Bertie was Rutland's favorite. Bertie was big muscular and hairy. Bertie's cock was oversized too. A little later I suspected that Rutland ass was not virginal. I suspected some boy cocks had made a visit. He was ready for a man tool.
I watched Rutland as he sat on Bertie's cock. Rutland was careful but wiggled in ways that suggested some experience. When he was fully impaled, he bounced while crying, "I want to feel you squirt. Fill me up!" from personal experience I knew Bertie had a long fuse. I could also tell when he was unloading. Rutland began to shoot off and Stan was close enough to take Rutland's load.
I knew Stan well enough to realize that taking the load of a friend's son was not an unwelcome task. When I looked at Rutland, I sensed he enjoyed feeding his father's friend his sperm was good. Fifteen minutes later I watched Stan fuck Rutland doggy style. I had thought Stan would hold back, but then I remembered Stan and Bertie were close friends. I guessed fucking an ass filled with Bertie's sperm was too exciting for Stan to resist. For Rutland this was the icing on the cake of the best day yet of his life.