The Wedding Photographer's Secret Life 3
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!
The day after my house guests left, all hell broke loose at the studio. My chief competitor in the wedding photographing business went bankrupt. The Royal Studio went out of business without warning. It was an older business that had recently been bought by local couple. They left town without a forwarding address. They did remember to empty the studio's bank accounts and fired their staff the Friday night before.
I was immediately overwhelmed by desperate brides. The Royal Studio had two good photographers. I hired them and I was able to help the brides with immanent weddings. My people were good and the new photographers were good. We had several days with one wedding in the morning and one in the evening. Since I did the candid shots it made for a long day.
There was one lucky break. The former owners left their equipment and negatives behind. We were able to salvage some of that. One of the new men was Ned Green. He was fifty-five years old and had worked at the Royal Studio since he was twenty. I was afraid he would have a problem with they way I worked. The Royal Studio was ultra traditional.
Ned was fine. He was so relieved to find a job he was willing to do what ever it took. He had specialized in studio portraits and he took over that part of the work. He also knew all the clients of the Royal studio, and could find all the negatives.
Since he took the photographs, I let him sign the photos, Ned Green for the Edward's Studio. He had never been recognized by his former employer. He almost cried. The other employee was Collins Webster, a twenty-five year old "office assistant." He was willing to do anything I asked. Collins was a former high school wrestler and was strong as an ox. He had car payments and rent to pay.
We had a difficult three months, but since we produced good work, we got a lot of good will. We did it at a bargain rate, since many of Royal's clients paid in advance. I gave them credit for that. That was a good choice. Many of them paid months later, but the good will I showed was the best publicity I could get.
After the sexual explosion of Rusty's visit, I felt I was almost a virgin again due to the sexual drought caused by the Royal bankruptcy. Things returned to normal after Christmas.
Sex was never discussed at the office. We made a point of being professionals, and when you are a wedding photographer, a misconstrued comment might be taken the wrong way. Any comment to the bride, mother-of-the-bride or bridesmaid could be a problem. The staff noticed that I didn't date much, but we were so busy, and much of my time was spent at rehearsal dinners and reception parties had normal parties had no appeal to me.
Rusty called me several times, but I was on the way to or from a wedding whenever he called. I told him I wanted to connect again.
I had to go by the office late one night to get the camera for an early morning shoot. Collins was there with another man. They were mostly dressed, but they were obviously uneasy. Two days later, I picked up Collins to go to photograph another shower.
"I'm embarrassed at what happened the other night," Collins said. "It won't happen again."
"I'm an open minded man," I said. "I have no problem. Are you close to the guy you were with?"
"We are high school buddies. He's a nice guy," Collins replied. "We fooled around some then. He had been away for a few years, so we reconnected."
"It usually gets more intense when you get older," I said.
"I thought it was a phase," he relied. "I'm not so sure now."
"Fooling around can turn into a hobby," I said. "It can also become more than that."
He laughed. "I was a jock. I was a good wrestler," he said. "Fooling around doesn't seem to fit my personality."
"I have a friend who was a professional wrestler on television. It seems to fit his personally perfectly," I said. "He's 100% macho, and 110% gay. It takes all kinds to make the world turn round."
"I'd like to meet a guy like that," Collins said. "Would he like me?"
"He would love you, but he's a big boy. He's not for amateurs," I said. We reached our destination and were confronted by twenty, exceptionally shrill women. While they were loud, they were pleasant and the presents were either gag gifts, or very nice. There were several rather frail, older women who were a focus of the bride and mother-of-the-bride's attention.
While I focused on the bride, I made sure to include the older women in photographs. That worked out well. The bride showed them to the guests, all of whom wanted copies of the pictures of them with the older ladies.
A week later I was photographing a rehearsal dinner, and had to take the camera to Collins' apartment so he could photograph a ribbon cutting by the mayor at eight the next morning. He would get the camera back to me for a noon wedding.
Collins was shirtless when he answered the door. He asked me in for a beer. I said that sounded good. Inside I met Collin's special friend, Bobby. He was a shirtless, bearlike man. Bobby was a security officer for a bank. I was tired, but the beer was cold and refreshing. Bobby scratched his balls. I scratched my balls, and somehow I was naked and in bed with them ten minutes later. Bobby called it messing around, but it was heavy duty gay sex.
They weren't overly skilled, but made up for that in enthusiasm. It was all oral, but Bobby told me he was interesting in getting fucked, but he didn't want Collins to fuck him in case it hurt. I had no idea why I decided to help him with that, but being horny may have played a role. Had it not been a total success, it would have been an error in judgment.
Bobby had been fucked before as punishment for losing a wrestling match. I thought I would get him to fuck me. Goodwill would be useful when he eventually fucked me. My ass was well lubricated and I sat on his cock. He shivered when he popped past my sphincter, but his knob made a direct hit on my prostate and all was well. My ass fell in love with his knob.
A minute or two later Collins asked if he could take a poke in me. I sat up, lubricated Collins' cock, and sat on it. I told him to take it slow and steady. His cock was slightly thinner than Bobby's tool, and all was well. Both men enjoyed themselves.
"I'm going to shoot!" Collins cried. "Do you want it?" I think Collins was already unloading, and all was well. It was late, so I got dressed to go home.
"Is there any chance you could drive Bobby home?" Collin's asked. "He walked over here and it's late."
That was fine for me. He lived in a bungalow twenty blocks away. When we got there Bobby said, "I was thinking you and I had some unfinished business. Would you like to come and finish what we started?"
"I sure can. I need to warn you that I am real excited. I might shoot off. Are you okay with that?" I asked.
He nodded. "That is fine with me," he said. "Can I sit on it?"
"Sure," I replied.
"Do you think that would bother Collins?" he asked.
"Not if you don't tell him," I said. He smiled. He spent ten minutes bouncing on my cock and I had a spectacular orgasm and filled his ass with my seed. I pulled off, dressed, and went home. It had been good for both of us.
A few days later. Collins mentioned that Bobby enjoyed meeting me. I said I enjoyed it too and hoped we could get together again. Collins said he would like that too. We were heading into the Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years period, so we were busy again.
We had a lull in our schedule starting the second week of January and lasting to Valentines Day. I decided to take a week off during the lull. I had made Ned the Vice-President of the Studio and left him in charge. He was experienced, steady as a rock, and smart. He was pleased to be in a senior role. The owners of the Royal Studio treated him badly.
I called Rusty and told I was taking a week off. I also told him I had met some young men who might be interested. He said that Lance's father had a heart attack, and he was helping his mother. Dudley was free and wanted to reconnect.
Since it was the slowest time of the year, Tony's restaurant closed for week. That gave the staff a rest or a chance to go to Florida. I told him that Rusty was making a visit. He was interested. I also told other friends that Rusty was coming and he was interested in sex. I explained he liked no holds barred wrestling, and no holes barred sex. I thought this would bother them. That was not the case. All were interested and willing. Tony, Delaney, Collins, Cal and Bobby were interested.
Tony lived a former Bed & Breakfast outside of town. He told me he was hoping to eventually reopen it to serve a gay clientele. He was more than willing to host Rusty and Dudley.
Tony picked up Rusty, Dudley and another one of Rusty's friends, Bruno, at the airport Saturday morning. He had planned a lunch and invited our friends to meet Rusty in the early afternoon.
It was snowing a little and everyone came. Tony had a rear addition with an exercise room, a sunken whirlpool, a sauna and showers. It was new and it was going to be a feature of his gay Bed & Breakfast.
We exchanged introductions. Bruno was a retired wrestler who went by the name, Bruno the Aztec. His father was Italian; his mother was Mayan. Tony served a good lunch. It was sandwiches, but Tony always added something special. They were not "gourmet," but they were special.
Rocky got things rolling when he stripped and jumped into the hot tub after lunch. We were all soon naked and frolicking in the pool. Unsurprisingly, everyone knew a good thing when they saw it.
The men were not movie star handsome, but they were all masculine and soon were comfortable with other naked men. Rusty showed his appreciation with his semi erect cock. That was was noted and appreciated. I was next to Tony who was staring at Rocky's cock.
"Sometimes the little things make a difference," I remarked.
"There is nothing small about what I am looking at," Tony replied. Bobby and Collins were in the tub and we all laughed. The afternoon developed as good period of conversation and getting to know each other with some fondling and foreplay. The talk was mostly about sex. Rocky told me that knowing something about a guy made the sex better.
I had along conversation with Bruno. He was officially 100% macho to his family and public. When Rocky introduced him to man sex, Bruno realized why sex with women was not a success for him. He had his father's hairy body and his mother's caramel skin tone. He was a well muscled, six-three tall.
Rocky opened his ass for Bruno, and the tight confines of Rocky's ass was magic. Bruno was fair man. Since he had fucked Rocky, he open his hole for Rocky's cock. He had no intention to do anything other than grin and take it. Rocky's cock was a magic wand. He did tricks in Bruno's ass.
Bruno had a taste for mature men and he asked me about Delaney. I told him Delaney was a good man. "He introduced me to sex."
"He's a lot older than you," Bruno remarked. "Was that a problem?"
"We had no sex before I was legally and adult," I explained. "When we eventually connected, there was no problem at all. My fantasies about sex were with men well in advance of my age." The phone rang. Tony answered it. He then made an announcement. "That was a call from the city emergency warning system. The snowstorm has turned into an ice storm. All travel on streets and roads is forbidden for the next 24 hours. We are to stay inside and wait for further notification," he said.
"That is the bad news. The good news is that you are my guests for the night. If any one needs make a call, they should make it now. The last time we had an ice storm, several cell towers collapsed," he added. Several men made a call, but the prospect of being trapped a house with naked, horny, gay men was not a problem.
I was in the whirlpool. Bruno was sitting on the edge and I got close and sucked his cock. I was lucky to avoid getting whip lash he got hard so fast. He was ready. His cock was bigger close up than it had seemed hanging from his crotch. Minutes later he was oozing precum. He cock seemed still bigger in my mouth than it looked. Bruno was attracted to me.
"He's young, my cock may be too big for him," Bruno said. "He's so young. I'm uneasy about fucking him.
Delaney joined us. "I was the first man to fuck him. He took it like a trooper, and loved every inch of my cock," Delaney said. "He likes big ones. Don't think of it as fucking him. Think of it as a rectal massage. I have a friend who calls it buff and shine.
"I'm willing to inject some of my homemade lube into his ass if you like natural lube," he told Bruno.
Bruno laughed. Delaney's cock had been at my sphincter. He made a sudden thrust, and went all the way. I moaned and tried to swallow all of Bruno's cock.
"I love to enter a new ass. It is always exciting," Delaney said. "Does plowing through another man's sperm excite or bother you? I would be glad lubricate him for you," Delaney said as he ejaculated.
"I guess I will find out as soon as you finish shooting," Bruno said with a laugh. When Delaney finished unloading, he pulled out. I stood up and bent over the edge of the sunken pool to give Bruno better access to my hole.
I may sound a little like a Southern Belle, but Bruno was either a prefect gentleman or a follower of Delaney's rectal massage school of fucking. He was careful, gentle, and his over-sized cock was all I hoped it would be. His huge cock head plowed Delaney's sperm deep into me. After ten or twelve minutes he turned me over to Rocky's friend Dudley. Dudley was relaxed and we had an unexpectedly long session. His cock was oozing and lubricating me, but he held back from shooting off.
I got out of the pool and rested for a while. Bobby came over and we talked. "I told Collins about our connection. I thought he would be mad, but I think he was turned on," Bobby said. "I told him it was exciting when your sperm was tickling my ass. I think he would like you to do him. This seems to be a let it all hang out party."
"Does that bother you?" I asked.
"I thought it might bother me. My folks are big time Baptists," he said. "I thought after we fucked I would fell guilty. I'm still waiting for the guilty thoughts to arrive."
I smiled. "Cocks can feel a lot, but guilt is not included. Would Collins feel guilty?" I asked.
Bobby laughed, "He is Episcopalian. I kind of doubt he has those feelings," Bobby said. Collins was nearby. Bobby nodded at him, and he came over to us.
"Is this your first orgy?" I asked. Collins said it was.
"I've never been with this many horny, naked, men. I knew it would be exciting. It seems more natural than I had guessed," I said.
"That's the way I feel. I don't think I could have imagined being with so many oversexed men," Collin's said. "I'm like a kid in a candy store. I want them all."
"I feel the same way. I've never been with this many men," Bobby said. "Since we are all naked and excited, there is none of the, is he or isn't he, problem. Everyone is gay and wants sex."
"I have one question," Collins asked. "If a guy cums in you, are you engaged?" We laughed.
"A load up your ass is a thank-you gift, not a life time commitment," I said.
"I thought it was a free lube job," Bobby said.
"Well, if you are really into it, sometimes it is a post orgasmic snack," Rusty said. He had overheard our conversation. "I know a guy who likes the taste of used sperm drooling from an ass. He thinks used sperm is a delicacy," I added.
"Is he here?" I asked.
"He's a bit shy about his interests. He needs to be really turned on. It's not a regular thing," Rusty said. "My pals and I are into man sex big time. We are all naked, but we are also emotionally naked. We let it all hang out. We give and take and it's all good. I love spurting my seed deep in a man's ass. Most of the time I can feel a man's excitement build to an orgasm. I can tell when he teeters in the edge of an ejaculation. Sometimes I squeeze my sphincter to pull the trigger. I love the first squirts of man seed. He think he's fucking me. Actually, I am harvesting his seed."
"Do some guys get jealous when another guys breeds his lover?" Collins asked.
"Some do, but it's rare. You go to an orgy for fun and variety. Some guys want variety. Some want to watch their partners in action with another guy. You can get in a rut and seeing him try something new is good." Rusty explained. "Most men know that love is one thing, sex is another. Shooting a load in a guy's ass may be an expression of love, but it can be a chance to drain the pipes."
"Can you tell the difference?" I asked.
"One of the great wonders of sex is that 99% of the time you can't. When you screw a woman, you can't tell if your orgasm is just a bit of fun, or the beginning of a new family!" Rusty said. "When you meet a guy, sometimes an orgasm is the beginning of a relationship or just some fun. I admit I love the man I'm shooting off in while I'm shooting. That love often vanishes with my erection."
While he was talking, I eased my cock into Collins' ass. He was uncomfortable until I popped past his sphincter. When I introduced him to his prostate, he became enthusiastic. Rusty looked at Bobby. Bobby laid back and pulled up his legs so his ass was exposed. Rusty smiled. "I'm a big boy. Is that a problem?" he asked.
"I hope not," Bobby replied.