The Wedding Photographer's Secret Life 2
Bald Hairy Man
This is pure fantasy. If you are offended by stories about gay men and gay sex, or if you are under age, DO NOT READ IT. It is not a guide to safe sexual techniques. It does not depict real men, or real situations. It does not depict necessary safe sex practices. Fantasy characters can do anything they want, real men can not!
My work was getting better known. When that combined with my boss' reputation, we were increasingly successful. My boss was pleased and he decided to do studio work only. I was in charge of the more candid shots at the wedding and receptions. The boss-employee relationship evolved into becoming a partnership. When his wife was diagnosed with cancer, he had to spend more time with her.
My sexual relationships with men became closer and more enjoyable. I didn't find Mr. Right, but I had some wonderful friends with benefits. My tendency to have no strings attached relationships was ideal for my friends. They all had busy lives and while my relationship with them was exciting and pleasurable, but not demanding.
Cal asked me if I would do a video of the Chief and him fucking. When you are having sex you can't watch yourself having sex. He had no idea what his ass looked like as it accommodated the Chief's cock. I said I had a good video cam and I could try. As a photographer, I have a steady hand. Studio portraits and shots with a tripod were perfectly focused. That is not an option for candid shots. Luckily, modern cameras with image stabilization and zoom lenses are helpful too.
A week later my bedroom was was the stage for Cal's mini-epic. The Chief wasn't that into it, but he was a good sport. I was aware of the problems. Cock's are not well suited for a demanding director. They will do what they want.
Cal's asshole was tight. The Chief entered him batting-ram style, both men were into it and Cal surrendered. The Chief went deep and a Cal moaned. The Chief took his time as he pushed deeper. He shook, shivered and twitched, as he approached the orgasm. His cock quivered and then twitched with each ejaculation. When he pulled out, Cal's ass briefly remained dilated, and I was able to record his sperm drooling from Cal's ass.
My cam had a zoom feature, and I captured the event in close-up mode. I knew the Chief shot big loads, but I hadn't known they were as big as the fluids drooling from Cal's ass. It was impressive. I also captured the clear, post orgasmic drool from the Chief's cock. As porn it was incredibly hot, but I also had the feel of a high quality nature video. It was beautiful and erotic. I loaded the video on my wide screen television and it was impressive. Cal and the Chief loved it.
You could sense that the men were attracted to each other, and you could see the affection combining with intense sexual urges. I told them I would edit it and get a copy to them. I was glad they liked it, and I was nice to do something other than the blushing bride.
Something unexpected happened. One of Cal's friends posted it on a "select" gay website. It didn't identify the Chief, Cal or me, but it was wildly popular. Cal was pissed, but there was no way to identify him from the video.
I was contacted by the owner of the site, who told me there were a number of couples who wanted a similar video for their personal pleasure, not general for distribution. The owner's name was Rusty Nail. I had never heard of him, but he was a former professional wrestler, who was in a series of movies for his production company, Redneck Heroes. These were shown in drive ins and small towns theaters in the South and Mid-West.
Rusty was deep in a closet in the rear of another closet. The Rusty Nail movies featured him as a man who is always disappointed in his effort to bed the incredibly buxom, blond at the end of the movies. He finds solace getting drunk with his buddies. In his world, that was considered to be a happy ending.
After many telephone calls, Rusty came to see me, accompanied by his business manager, Lance La Rue. Rusty was a ginger bear with a wrestler's build. He wore a wife beater over his coat of red hair. In contrast, Lance made Divine, or Dame Edna look macho. Lance was short, bearded and looked like a 1920's era gigolo. Both men were personable and had loved my intimate video of the Chief and Cal fucking. They were personable and enthusiastic.
"You have a special gift," Rusty said. "I love to fuck, but it's hard to make fucking an ass romantic. I could tell those guys in the video were in love. That was hot. I know a lot of men who would like a souvenir of that special moment when his lover is rear loading him."
"Deep in his heart, Rusty is a romantic," Lance explained. "When I say deep, I mean really deep!"
"I take it that you are lovers?" I asked.
"Sort of," Rusty said.
"Let just say we are in negotiations for a long term lease," Lance said.
Rusty burst out laughing, and said, "We are close, but he's not going to have my baby."
We talked a while. Rusty ran an online men's club he was selective and carefully checked members. He told me he had members who would appreciate my videos. The men were good looking, there was no corny plot, or acting. It was just two men who liked each other going at it. It was simple, direct and erotic.
They asked to see my studio and camera. I told them I worked for a wedding photographer, and the porn video was made in my house. I had the cam in the bedroom we used as the studio. I took them upstairs.
While I had no expectations; I was curious about Rusty. I had watched television wrestlers, and wondered about the meat content of the minimal briefs they wore in the ring. I am afraid I glanced at his crotch too often and he noticed my interest.
"Is there any chance you would make a sample of Lance and me going at it like dogs in heat?" Rusty asked. He leaned close to me and whispered, "I give samples if you are into it? It's big, and scares some men. Somehow I have a feeling you would not have a problem with it."
We all took a quick trip to the shower. I thought Lance was a slick lounge lizard. Naked he had a coat of blond hair covering his body, low-hanging balls and a long, thin, tea spoon-cock. I stripped too and set up the equipment. Since this was to be a close up view of sex, I knew the normal location for equipment and set-up was easy. I work quickly and this seemed to impress them.
While I am always professional in my work as a photographer, that was easy due to our specialty in weddings. I have no desire to make a pass at the bride or the bride maids. The situation with naked gay men is different. My cock was expressing some interest in Rusty and Lance. It would have been embarrassing, but their cocks seemed to be interested too.
The video shoot was easy. Neither man has a shy bone in his body, and they were comfortable being filmed. Lance was small, and watching Rusty's huge cock approach and enter his ass was exciting and impressive. Lance quivered and shivered when Rusty's tool hit the good spots. After the shoot I showed them the tape and they loved it.
"It's erotic, exciting and almost pretty," Rusty said, "Are you okay with it Lance?"
"Well, I never thought of the asshole as my best feature, but Don seems to have captured my hole's best features," Lance said with a straight face.
Rusty bellowed in laughter. "I never thought my sperm was photogenic until saw it drooling from Lance's ass. You can tell I shoot a good load," Rusty said. "Don would you like to take a poke? Lance has a high capacity ass. He doesn't mind being filled."
"I think a little rest would be a good idea," I said. We talked and Rusty told me he had some pals who would like me to record special moments.
"My friends are wealthy and careful. I feel I can trust you, and they would be comfortable with you," Rusty said. I told him I would think about it. They dressed and left to catch their plane. They took their video with them and Rusty said he would call me in a week.
The next week featured three weddings, one on Wednesday, Friday and Sunday. The Wednesday wedding was difficult. The bride was four weeks pregnant, and did not get along with the groom's family. There were not actually fist fights, but it was close. I was the unintended recipient of a punch to the gut.
That worked out well. The groom's grandfather put his foot down and said if any other attack occurred he would reconsider his will. He came to me and offered to pay me not to call in the police. I told him if the family could just keep their mouths shut, I would be happy. He looked at me and said, "Done!" The rest of the wedding was peaceful and there were no nasty comments from either family.
The Friday wedding was fine, except the father of the bride was in a wheelchair. He asked if I could try to avoid focusing on the wheelchair. I got two of my rescue squad pals to help. We put them into choir robes and they helped him with stairs.
After I got home from the Sunday wedding I had a message to call Rusty. I called him back and said I hadn't made up my mind yet. He said that was fine and he asked me if I would like to visit him in New York. I told him I would love that but it was the wedding season, and I was fully booked.
"I understand that," Rusty said. "Is there any chance Lance and I could visit you for another sex session? No business talk, just ball draining fun?"
"That would be fine," I said. We arranged a date for Tuesday. He he said he had a pal who would like to join us. "A foursome is better than a threesome." I said that would be okay.
Rusty, Lance and a man named Dudley arrived at six on Tuesday. Since I was working on the weekend I took Wednesday off. Dudley was a handsome, fit man. It took me a few minutes to recognize him as a superhero's sidekick on a fantasy TV program of ten or twelve years earlier. They arrived with a takeout Chinese dinner from the best oriental restaurant in town. We all got along well. Rusty and Dudley had interesting lives and they had been to enough weddings to know the pitfalls of the mother of the bridezilla. We exchanged amusing wedding disaster stories.
I was chatting with Dudley and he asked if I was into sex as much Rusty and Lance. I told him I guessed I was more conservative than they were, but my cock and asshole were into it big time.
Dudley laughed and said, "I had the same problem. When I was younger, what I thought was sex was more like filling in between the lines in a coloring book. Sex with Rusty was like discovering a new world. It was beautiful; I didn't know you could feel that much." He paused, "I need to warn you; I'm not looking for Mr, Right. I like sex, not romance. I'm not looking for love."
"I should tell you about our little group," Rusty said. "We all get naked and have sex. When we fuck, our cock massages you ass. We want to work up to an orgasm together. We are more than just physically naked. We are mentally naked too. We don't hide anything. We open our bodies and minds to our sexual partners. We are not shy and we don't hold back.
"As you know, sex is self limiting. In group play, there are other men who can take the place of the man who just shot off. That extends the sexual play for the men who took the load. That extends the sexual interlude. In a foursome, sex can be extended from ten of fifteen minutes to thirty or forty minutes."
"That would wear out a guy," I said.
"In theory yes, in practice no," Dudley said. "It seems most men who attract us have a high tolerance for sexual stimulation. Rusty suspects you have the same potential for marathon sex. He thinks you are receptive."
"I'm not sure I like that," I said.
Dudley smiled. "That was a complement and an opportunity for you."
A half hour later we were naked and happy. Dudley had been manscaped during his superhero sidekick days; he was now shaggy and hung. As a group we were uninhibited and energetic, but not wild until the immediate prelude to an orgasm. Each of us tested our playmate's limits before going deep. I had thought being with three tops would be a problem, but my ass became more flexible and welcoming as each cock visited my ass.
Rusty was the first man to fuck me. He had a big cock, but he told me his tool was in its "meet the virgin mode." My ass wasn't virgin, but it wasn't over used either. He eased it in gently. He took his time, and found some places in my ass I didn't know existed. Rusty shot off deep in me and continued to ejaculate as he pulled out, lubricating my entire rectum. That excited Dudley. His knob popped past my sphincter and gently caressed my prostate. Eventually, he snow plowed through Rusty's sperm as he went deep. He was relaxed at first but as we played. His cock formed a close, intimate relationship with my rectum. I moaned and he knew I enjoyed the connection. He became more excited. He shot off. As he pulled out his cock suctioned Rusty's sperm from my ass that drooled from my hole.
Lance used his cock head to push the drool back into me. His cock easily slid into me. I relaxed as he carefully pumped his cock into me. He soon picked up the pace. Lance suddenly pulled out, ejaculated on my asshole, and then Rusty pushed his monster cock and Lance's cum back into me. He had recovered form his earlier orgasm. A few minutes later he shot off fire hose style. I lost it and shot off. Dudley took my load and Lance the loads that drooled from my ass. We rested a little and then Rusty spoke.
"I assume all is well with you, Don. You either enjoyed yourself or you are a good actor. Am I right about that?" he asked.
"My acting skills are limited to agreeing to working with brides and their mothers," I said. "You guys were good. I assume this wasn't your first time?"
"We are well used but meeting a new man is always new and exciting," Dudley said. "You mentioned you have tomorrow off. Is there any chance you would like to spend it fornicating with us?"
I smiled. "There is a good chance I would like that," I replied.
"Oral and anal?"Rusty asked. I nodded and told him I liked it all.
Rusty smiled. "We share that interest. We all like intense sexual encounters. We also like to end encounters with an orgasm, in the mouth or ass of our playmate. Some men find that overly intimate."
"Are you asking if I liked having your cum in my ass?" I asked.
"It is. I want you to know that unloading in a friendly and needy ass is exciting for us. It is entirely up to you, however. Dudley and I don't enjoy an orgasm in an unwilling ass," Rusty said. "I should tell you that we also enjoy marathon sexual sessions. Our objective would be to fuck you to heaven."
"Has that ever happened?" I asked.
Rusty nodded and said, "Lance and one of two other men have made the visit."
"My hole had been off limits until Rusty showed me the right way to take a cock," Lance said. "I didn't know it could be that beautiful."
"I'm usually so excited I don't know what I'm feeling," I said.
"A long session can make you nice and mellow, but a long build up can result in a massive orgasm," Rusty said. "Sleep on it and we will talk in the morning. It was late and we went to bed. I was tired and needed to sleep.
When I woke the next morning I took a shower. Rusty, Lance and Dudley joined me. We all knew why we were there. When we dried off, I started sucking Rusty, Dudley nudged his cock into my ass, and Lance slid his cock into Rusty's ass. Ten minutes later, Rusty pushed his tool into my behind, and I fucked Dudley as he fucked Lance. It was complicated but everyone was into it and willing.
Dudley was relaxed and calm, gently massaging my prostate. Rusty was also relaxed but was more energetic. I think both men had been oozing precum because I was was lubricated after they pulled out. For some reason I felt that Rusty had a friendly cock. He was fucking me, and I knew he was going to climax in me, but I sensed we were working together. I wanted to feel him unload in me as much as he did. Somehow I felt honored when he began to shoot off.
He shook and shivered with each ejaculation. When he stopped he pulled out. Somehow Dudley got behind me and slid his cock into my cum filled ass. It seemed larger and harder than before. Rusty was on his back in front of me with his legs on Lance's shoulders. Rusty was moaning as Lance's cock worked it's magic in his ass.
I knew Dudley wanted to shoot off. I wondered if I would have a hands free orgasm as I watched Lance reach the point of no return in Rusty's ass. Dudley and Lance began to shoot. Dudley's ejaculations were forceful.
Dudley and Lance pulled out at the same time. I went to Rusty and slid my cock into Rusty's ass. He moaned in pleasure. Lance's cum was plentiful and creamy. I went deep into Rusty. I didn't know how many times I pounded his tight hole, but I had the best orgasm of my life. We all crashed after the orgasms and rested. After fifteen minutes or so, I put on a robe and went to make breakfast. I am not an imaginative cook, but bacon and eggs hit the spot.
Rusty was the first to join me. "Are you okay?" he asked. "That was a heavy duty fuck session."
"I'm fine. Actually, I am a lot more than fine. It sure is a nice way to start a day," I said.
"Did we merge into a group, or could you recognize individual cocks?" he asked.
"I could tell who was doing me," I replied.
"Did you feel used?" he asked.
"It was too pleasurable to think straight," I said. "What was I supposed to feel?"
"A real blowout like this morning is pretty rare," Rusty said. "We fucked one guy who had daddy issues. He couldn't please his dad, and having three guys shoot off in his ass was good for him. When a man is draining his balls in your ass, he can't say he's not enjoying it. That was sad, but he was happy. I made him fuck me. That was the best day of his life. He hadn't considered that possibility."
"Another man had an accountant's mind. As long as he shot off as much cum into us as we did into him, he was happy," Rusty explained. "It took him while to get used to the varied cocks. I'm a big boy and he felt I gave him more than Lance. That was a problem until I told him I loved Lance's sperm as lubricant in a tight hole."
"Do you ever do macho wrestling fans?" I asked.
Rusty laughed and said, "Those guys need special attention. Most of them think they are tops. They also think their ass is too tight."
"Is that a problem?" I asked.
"Once or twice it was a problem," he replied. "I tell them the secret to opening my ass is hidden eight inches up theirs. If I give it a sperm bath, my ass will open wide for his cock. That usually works. I have no problem having a good time. I like it when my playmates have a good time too. You seemed ripe and willing."
"Does that make me a slut?" I asked.
"Don, we all have idea's about sex that belong in the dustbin. Sex with women was tied to childbearing, inheritances, and power. Since pregnancy often resulted in death, you had to be careful unless you had multiple wives. None of that applies to sex with men," Rusty said. "I have a feeling a little fun around the camp fire or snuggling up with a pal to keep warm on a cold night was okay. Leaving the load in a friendly ass made it nice and neat."
"You majored in anthropology?" I asked.
Rusty laughed. "I am 100% school of hard knocks, but I assume you have noticed I have done a lot of field work. Let's just say, I have a lot of job experience. I liked sex with men from the first time I tried it. For a long time I thought it was just getting my rocks off."