Zipper Studio 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, any comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com
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Mandingo and Raoul were nice men. They were both good looking, but they were ordinary guys, with the possible exception of an overactive sex drive. I doubted that their playmates considered the overactive sex drive unattractive. Both were Southern California natives and I think Mandingo liked playing with conservative Southerners. "You know, for most of those men a black cock rings their chimes big time," he explained to me. "You would think that with all that anxiety about sex with a black guy, they'd want it low key. You know, some feeling out and maybe a little sucking. They usually want it down and dirty. They want to be plowed and seeded. They want to be covered in black man's sperm; they want to be coated the stuff."
"Do you think it's the lure of forbidden fruit?" I asked.
"That may be part of it, but only part," Mandingo responded. "I think it's that you can't be semi-virgin. If you're going to take the big leap and go black, you might as well jump in with both feet! I tell them I'm going to double plow them and then plant deep, so deep they'll still be shitting my man seed a week later! They eat it up."
Franklin and Clem looked a bit uneasy, but I think they were together for moral support. Franklin had told me they were old pals and fuck buddies. When they stepped out to the wild side, they wanted to do it together. We all talked a little. I gave everyone a beer. Clem seemed to like me from the start. He sounded like one of the men who worked at the garage in the old Andy Griffith show, but I think he was smart.
Franklin had to see Moe; we agreed to meet again in an hour and a half. Mandingo and Raoul went off. I was left with Clem.
"Are you a player?" he asked. "You are real good looking."
"Yes, I just joined the group here," I said. "I've enjoyed it so far."
"I'm not that experienced," Clem said. "Actually, I have a lot of experience, but with only one man, Franklin. He's fucked me three or four times a week for forty years. I haven't been with a young man since I was young. I've never been with a black man, never with a Mexican. Shit, I've never been with a gay man who admitted he was gay!"
"California is a different sort of place," I said.
"Have you ever done it with an ugly old codger before?" he asked. "I had a bad experience with an old guy when I was a teenager. It turned me off until I met Franklin. I'm the ugly old codger now. Do you just close your eyes and shove it in?"
I smiled at him. "It's not quite that bad!" I said. "When I got this job, I thought it might be that way, but it seems I'm okay with it. I had a wild time with a guy who looks like Santa a few days ago. It was good."
"I know how to keep Franklin happy. He rings my chimes every time," Clem said. "I'm afraid I'll disappoint."
"Well, if you're the bottom, you just need to open your ass and smile!"
"If he does me doggy style, he won't see the smile," Clem responded.
"I can tell you, that I can tell if a man likes it from the way his ass takes my cock," I said. "Don't worry. Sometimes the asshole can smile!"
"Franklin told me you have a beautiful shower room," Clem remarked. Gay men can be clever and witty, but I knew what Clem wanted to see and what he wanted to do. The shower was incidental.
"It just happens I didn't take my morning shower," I said. "Would you like to join me?"
"Damn, you California boys are mind readers," Clem replied. We stripped and went to the shower. Clem was tall and gangly. He walked as if he had been improperly assembled. With big ears and a big nose, he looked like a big Don Knots. He was better looking naked. He worked out, but his poorly fitting clothes hid that. His chest was broad and hairy and his gut was classic six-pack. A treasure trail linked his bush with the mat of hair on his chest. Uncut, his knob made a nice bulge in the skin.
"Damn you are beauty," he said as he looked at me, "A real keeper!" I reached over and fondled his cock. "I'm kind of messy. My cock leaks whenever I get excited. Franklin hates that."
"Well, I like it. I assume Franklin shoot in your ass?"
"He does like that," Clem conceded.
"Fred, the cameraman, likes things messy. It's hard to photograph a man shoot off in another guy's ass. He likes cocks that drip, drool, dribble and leak. That he can photograph," I explained. "Is that a problem for you?"
"Not at all," Clem said. He paused. "Have you been fucked by a black man before? Was it okay?"
"You know you don't need to do anything you don't want to do? Nothing is required," I said.
"Franklin wants me to do it," he said and then he bent over and began to suck my cock. He seemed like a nice guy, but I soon discovered he had good cock sucking skills. He liked to deep throat, and he seemed to have no gag reflex. I wanted to sample his cock, but he was fully occupied by my cock. I began to climax and he loved that. It was the first time he had tasted cum from anyone other than the Judge.
We calmed down and waited for Mandingo and Franklin to come back. Raoul had to go somewhere, so Mandingo brought another friend, Tee-Bow. Tee-Bow was an older black man, with white in his beard and chest hair. He was about my size, and friendly.
"I only have an hour, so let's get to business and see what we can do," Mandingo said. "Let's get naked and get it on!"
"Finally," Tee-Bow said, "I hate these long introductions!" He had a deep bass voice, like the man in the All State ads. Franklin looked at him and then realized he was joking. Everyone laughed.
"Are you a top like Mandingo?" I asked Tee-Bow.
"I like to suck, fuck and just about anything you can do with a cock," Tee-Bow explained. "Since we are on the express lane to lust, you should know I like white cock, white ass, white cum and I love it when I can suck the goo from a spurting white cock. I was raised in an all black area, and white meat still seems exotic and tasty."
"I can tell you are shy too!" Clem said in his Gomer Pyle voice. Tee-Bow was a sexual spark plug, energetic and friendly. He was very masculine, with his muscular body and beard, but he seemed to have a congenital smile. Mandingo could play heavy roles. Tee-Bow didn't have that option.
We all stripped and I soon relaxed that while Tee-Bow was friendly and cheerful, he the liked to fuck and was both aggressive and driven. He was happiest when his cock was deep in a quivering ass. He was soon talking with Franklin.
"It just seems so undignified for a man of my age," I heard Franklin say.
"Well, if you're worried about looking dignified, you sure as shit aren't doing it right!" Tee-Bow insisted. "When you have my man tool up your ass, and I'm trying to fuck you to the moon and back, you'd better not be thinking about looking dignified."
The conversation seemed to do the trick for Franklin. He was hard and a bead of precum glistened on the tip of his cock.
Clem moaned. He was on his hands and knee and Mandingo had just popped his cock through his sphincter and into the dark side of Clem's ass. I could tell it was a "Thank you Jesus" moan, not a "Shit, there's a black cock in my ass" moan.
"I know you Southern Boys get all hot and bothered by black cocks," Tee-Bow whispered. "Let me tell you, no one can tell a black tool has been stretching your hole wide. No one can tell that it's black seed drooling from your hole afterward. All cum is white." He paused. "No one can tell how much you enjoyed it. Assholes don't tell tales. I can feel a man get into it and enjoy it, but I don't kiss and tell, or more correctly fuck and tell."
A few minutes later, Franklin was on his back and Tee-bow was tickling his prostate. I did my bit. I held Franklin's legs open. Actually, I held then wide open so his hole was completely defenseless to Tee-Bow's probe. Tee-Bow's cock was nice, but his knob was special. It was a broad mushroom, bisected by a wide, oozing slit. He used a lot of lube anyways, but he poked his own homemade lube into Franklin's uneasy ass before the main thrust. Franklin winced as the cock head poked deeper. A second later, the rest of the organ was deep in the quivering ass.
Franklin moaned. It was the sort of moan you make when someone scratches an itch you can't reach. Franklin had been barely hard when Tee-Bow started; his cock was rock hard now. Tee-Bow alternated between being a stud in heat and a tender lover. He would pound Franklin until the Judge could barely stand it, then he would gently massage his ravaged ass.
That was good, but Tee-Bow liked doing it doggy style. Franklin got on his hands and knees. From that position, Franklin could watch Clem take Mandingo's monster. That was a success.
Franklin forgot about looking dignified. It started as an experiment to see if the men could get it on. They went at it like dogs in heat. Mandingo and Tee-Bow weren't lovers; they were after sex. They were playful rather than passionate. It was fun for them. They were also inventive, especially Tee-Bow. Joe had referred to them as the Bell Ringers. They liked to find a man's chimes and ring them. They weren't virgins and they knew where the secret hot buttons were located.
Clem's hot spots were typical, his tits and the rim of his mushroom. The Judge's balls were sensitive, but nothing like his hole. Tee-Bow popped his cherry, Franklin was a bit uneasy, but when Tee-Bow picked up the pace, Franklin liked it more. When Mandingo's bigger cock replaced Tee-Bow's organ it was still better. Clem was excited seeing his old pal was so into being fucked.
Franklin ended up drinking a sperm cocktail from Clem's spigot. Franklin again forgot to be dignified. Joe joined us to observe. He liked what he saw. During a lull, he talked with Franklin and Clem suggesting that Franklin play a sheriff who is gang banged, by his deputies, jail guards and eventually some prisoners.
"How many men will fuck me?" Franklin said.
"How about five or six men?" Joe suggested.
"Could I do more?" Franklin asked. "I'd like to try ten or fifteen."
"If you think you can take it, it's fine," Joe said. "For a quick poke it's $150.00 a person. We have some men who look rough. They are all clean and into it big time."
"Do they all have to shoot in my ass?"
"That's up to you," Joe explained.
"Do I pay extra to have them shoot off in me?"
"That's all included in the base price," Joe said. "Let me warn you, it can get pretty juicy in your ass after just a few."
"Have you ever done anything like that?" Franklin asked.
"I had a real good time with some friends a few years ago," Joe said. "I had fucked them all before, and it was my turn."
"I think I'd like it too," Franklin said. We chatted for a while and then Joe and Franklin decided on session then next day in the afternoon. Usually Joe would work on a plot first, but they decided to shoot the sex scenes first and they develop the plot in the cutting room. Joe said he could see what worked and then go with it. I had no idea what it would be like. I visualize Franklin in a sling of on a bed with a line of men fucking and then seeding him, assembly line style. I had seen some videos like that. They were okay, but not that exciting.
That is not the way it happened. Left to their own devices the Zipper Studio's actors had the organizational skills of a heard of cats. Most were amateur, and while the liked the cash, they liked an afternoon delight orgasm more.
Joe did his bit too. His tentative idea for a title was "The Biggest Load." In that scenario, the actors were auditioning for starring role in a cum classic. A second possibility was "Just Deserts." In theory that was men getting revenge on a harsh judge. Several actors interpreted that as a culinary reference. They had a personal taste for eating out assholes.
Joe was nothing if not flexible. He worked on each possibility. Usually the plot was conveyed by voiceovers, since few men could remember their lines. The fucking scenes could be whatever the narrator said.
Unexpectedly, both Franklin and Clem were accommodating and willing. Their adventures the day before with Mandingo and Tee-Bow seemed to have erased their restraint. They just wanted more. Clem explained their situation the night before.
Back home they were in the deepest of all closets. Franklin was a major figure on the local scene and the area was not gay-friendly. They only played with each other. That was the only way to be completely safe. Both men knew of other gay men, not being gay-friendly just means the closet is deeper. It didn't mean there were no gays. Among lawyers, Franklin was known as being tolerant in the "Boys will be boys" mode.
Going off in the woods or to the river and hunting or fishing with the guys was an accepted part of life. A few guys would go to a cabin with a case or two of beer and testosterone filled balls and let off steam. By steam, I mean sperm. Once the lights were out, the more adventurous would get into it big time. Sometimes, the cops would find some guys playing in a restroom or at a rest stop. That was usually converted into a drunk and disorderly charge and the judge gave the offender probation. The Judge's biggest problems were with a boyfriend beating up his girlfriend's children or fucking her daughter. Most of those crimes were unreported or the molester was arrested and tried for another crime like assault and battery.
It was a good Christian place, so the locals assumed boys will be boys and the girl was at fault. Franklin was noted for being harsh. Most didn't know that the ten-year sentence at hard labor for assault was because the man had raped a six-year-old girl. If they publicized the actual crime, the little girl would be ruined.
Franklin was inexperienced except with Clem. Once Franklin opened up, he was wide open. He wanted to try more. He was retired, his wife had died and he was 2500 miles from home. I think it must be rare for middle-aged man to take a cock for the first time and like it. Tee-Bow and Mandingo were nice guys, but they were also black, well hung and aggressive. That wasn't a recipe for a good first fuck. It seemed to be a walk in the park for Franklin. I thing the only explanation was that Franklin was ready; indeed he was over ripe.
Joe sent out an e-mail to his stable of actors. It read, "O/GB session tomorrow afternoon, 1:00 to 5:00, mature." The recipients knew Joe invited them to an orgy/gang-bang, and if they were into twinks, they would be disappointed.
Since I was new to the Studio, I had no idea who or how many men would show up. I assumed men who had day jobs would be unable to attend. I also didn't know if $150.00 was enough to be inspirational. Some 22 men appeared during the shoot. Joe paid in cash and that was good enough for most of them. Not many porn actors are in the higher income brackets. A few came with obvious personas. There was a Marine drill sergeant type, and biker and a hippie. Most were just men looking for a good way to spend an afternoon.
Joe had four cameramen working the shoot. It was like a zoo with the cameramen shooting anyone who was getting it on. I later found out when you worked for the Zipper Studio you signed a general release, this was necessary for the movie to be shot. Joe would easily have two or three times more video than he needed. Excess video could be used in other projects.
The studio made some videos for general release, in addition to the vanity videos they specialized in. while the men commissioning the movies would not identifiable in the public videos, their cocks and asshole might well play a role.
Moe was careful to get permission for this. He always asked, and he always got the release. He had a standard line.
Many of the men didn't know each other. I thought that would be a problem. No one was shy at all, and the prospect of wild sex with someone you just met was not a problem at all.
Joe wanted me to stay with Juice Man Davis, one of the cameramen. He was assigned to filming Franklin and Clem. I was to help him out and fill in any gaps that light develop in the action. I was also to watch after Franklin and Clem and stop things if they were over stressed and overused. "Some men are really into it at the start, but after a few heavy duty screwings, they lose interest," Joe explained. "If they aren't enjoying it, put a stop to it."
"Do any of our men have that problem?" I asked.
Joe smiled. "It's not happened yet, but there is always a first time for everything," he said.
"Are they all tops?" I asked.
"A few might be all top, but most are into anything that comes their way," Joe explained. "You don't show up for an orgy call because you are the shy and delicate type." He leaned close to me. "Year ago I did a ten man gang-bang video. They all did their bit, but when the shooting was over, they began to play among themselves. By the time, they went home there was only one of them who hadn't taken a cock or too."
I soon discovered that keeping with the scenarios outlined for the video were distinctly secondary to getting it on en enjoying yourself. A few may have liked role-playing, but the base role was as a sex-crazed gay man after sex. There was a group of sex men around Franklin and about the same encircling Clem. I wasn't worried about Clem since he had been taking the judge's cock for years. I assumed his hole could take it.
Franklin was new to the bottom role. The Juice Man was an experienced cameraman, who liked messy, semen-filled close-ups. He made sure Franklin was well lubricated. One of the Juice-Man's favorite shots was of cream spurting out of the hole as a new cock slid into the site of an earlier orgasm. Some studios used fake sperm, but the Juice-Man like it real. He also talked non-stop obscenities as he shot the video. That seemed to be inspirational.