Zipper Studio 4
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
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Part of my job was to keep an eye on Franklin and Clem during the shoot. Franklin was gung-ho, but often a man's initial burst of enthusiasm wears thin, especially in a marathon sex scene. There were twenty-two men willing to pop their pricks into Franklin's behind.
I had seen a movie of a gang-bang and it was a mechanical process of almost identical stud muffins taking their turn. If you had a high tolerance for action without plot, it was okay. I noticed that you couldn't tell the difference between the men, especially in close-ups.
I had also seen a gang bang of a female by six men. That was better. The female wasn't a virgin and the men were physically varied. I think most were amateurs. There was one older man, a bear or two and a few studs. The cocks were varied too. Two men were well hung, and the others were average to big, with a two uncut men. They had different techniques, and woman was not the shy type. The men worked her over pretty well, but she showed no signs of being uneasy.
Our Zipper Studio orgy-gang-bang was not what I expected. The Studio did not have a type. We had a wide range of quite different men of varied ages and appearances. As a vanity studio, we had a varied collection of men available to meet our clients' needs and fantasies. We had some surfer types, like Larry, body builders, studs like Mandingo, hippies, muscle men and just ordinarily men who could play cops, truckers and Marine Drill Sergeants. While we had our portion of young twinks, we also had older men. Grandfather and Santa types were popular. Charlie was the best of the Santa types.
All liked to top, but other than that there was no common denominator. Most were not professionals. They just liked to screw around and make a little cash for doing what they would do for free. Joe had explained the situation to them and they knew Franklin and Clem's asses were the objective. One of the nice things about sexually excited men is that they are often willing to do the extra mile. Most were willing to fuck anyone who was willing.
I was young and new to the studio. As far as I could tell, all were willing to fuck me too. Most were willing to let me give their prostates a work out.
There were a few rules. Everyone was tested, including actors, cameramen and the studio's staff. Joe knew this sort of scene could be inspirational, and he wanted everyone to be ready if needed. Our head cameraman was into money shots, and he wanted to make sure he properly recorded all spurting sperm.
Spurting sperm was always good in a movie, and Carl, the cameraman, knew which men had the best spurting skills. Many studios used artificial sperm, but Zipper was into the real stuff. Everyone knew to let the cameraman know when he was close to an orgasm.
Moe liked a two-camera orgasm, with one cam on the cock and the other on the face. The studio's best selling video was a split screen production of close ups of the cock spurting and the face reacting to the orgasm. Joe paid extra for those shots. Some of our men were a bit reticent about showing the intensity of the orgasms. They wanted to maintain a macho image. A hundred bucks extra for an orgasm seemed to break through the reserve.
The day of the shoot was cloudy and rain threatened, so we shot it in the rec center. The rec center was an exercise room that was fitted up to look like an upscale athletic club. There was some standard exercise equipment in the room, augmented by a few slings, benches and mats on the floor. There were some ladders to allow overhead shots. The room was air conditioned, but the system was unable to keep up with the crowd in the space. It soon was warm and the actors sweaty. That photographed well too.
Soon the crew was naked too. It was more comfortable to be naked. That was a turn on for me. Of course, you expected the actors to be naked, but the crews' nudity was unexpected. They were real people, not porn stars. This may sound odd, but an erection on a cameraman seemed more exciting to me than a porn stars erection. It was soon evident that no one had a problem with erections or shyness.
I was surprised at the atmosphere of the shoot. I assumed there would be a sense of menace, or of danger. I assumed a gang-bang would be exciting, but unsettling at the least. Our gang-bang had more the feel of a Sunday picnic. Everyone was into it, and as was often the case at the Zipper Studios, most were more interested in having fun, than in making a statement. Joe had said most of the men weren't actors, and those who were couldn't act their way out of a paper bag.
As a vanity studio, I would have thought the men paying for the epic would demand more. It was much more important for them to have a good time and great sex than have a viable video. When I said it was like a Sunday picnic, that would have been true if the picnic was with naked, sex crazed men. Most were ordinary nice guys, but all had an overdeveloped sex drive.
Another element surprised me. There were thirty or more men involved in the shoot. Some looked familiar. I suddenly noticed Sam Elliot was fucking Franklin. I did a double take. It wasn't Sam Elliot; it was a man who looked like Sam Elliot in a certain light.
I talked to Moe about it later. Everyone knows there is a cottage industry of Elvis impersonators in Hollywood. There are a slew of people who look like well known stars. Some can make a modest living in movies filling in a spot at a banquet table or in a crowd shot. If you had a chance to see them close up and still, you would know they were doubles. In a quick scene they could pass.
Since most of our movies were made for older, wealthy men, Joe had some doubles who hit the slot. There was a Burt Reynolds, a Sam Elliot and a Sean Connery at Franklin's event. Joe told me they had others for the younger clients. Most of the younger men were Silicon Valley millionaires and they seemed to like Leonardo deCaprio and Justin Beiber types. Joe said his Justin had an asshole capable of taking a school bus without effort. Joe's Justin said he liked cum mixed with Silicon.
Our Sam Elliott's real name was Alvin Wills and he had Elliot's voice, hairy body, big balls and a long cock with a huge knob. Alvin called it the plunger and he liked to prime the pump as he called it. Donnie, our Sean Connery, had 007's looks, but was a hairdresser with a lisp. He was a funny man and liked to entertain on the back porch, as he called it.
After an hour and a half, we all took a break. Franklin and Clem needed a rest. The cameras were mostly handheld and the cameramen and light guys needed a rest too. It had been a good shoot so far and everyone seemed to get along. It was clear to me that Franklin and Clem were part of the group now. Opening your ass to anyone who wanted to screw was a good way to make friends quickly. Clem was a part of the gang and Franklin's stamina had impressed. Franklin was drinking a Coke when Raoul goosed him from the rear.
"Open your legs a little wider," Raoul, asked nicely. Franklin shifted slightly and the cock went deep. Franklin continued to talk with Joe as Raoul fucked him. Franklin was at ease.
The break was to be forty minutes, but after a half hour the group drifted into sex again. The second shooting session was less inhibited than the first one. That was an indication of relaxed everyone had become. The first session had been wild; the second session was still more intense. By then, everyone was comfortable and knew the limits, or, more correctly, the lack of limits. There was no need for me to watch over Franklin and Clem, they were into it big time.
Several men left. I assumed they weren't into the scene. Carl the cameraman told me they were one-shot wonders. They would have a one orgasm and then needed hours to recharge. "The one shot is usually a good one, so it's good for us," Carl added. Our Burt Reynolds look-alike was one of them, but the Sam Elliott and Sean Connery were still active.
Several new men appeared. One was a Don Knotts type named Norman, who talked too much and seemed out of place. He apologized for being late and then explained his car problems at length. Finally, Joe told him to get naked and get to work.
He reappeared ten minutes later and I understood why he was at the shoot. To say he was physically unimpressive understated the case. He was ordinary except for his genitals, the parts that count in a gay movie. He was so scrawny, I wondered if he could get his cock hard.
Norman was perfect for the role of comic sidekick. He was irritating and funny, the sort of man who gets on everyone's nerves. When Norman was fully erect, the scene turned into a part drama, part a Ripley's Believe it or Not segment. Was it real and could anyone actually take the monster.
The answer to both questions was yes. Norman was all-top too. Norman's day job was as an accountant. That job neither interested nor challenged him. He devoted most of his waking hours to thinking up ways to shoehorn his cock into the asses of curious men.
He was a natural born whiner, but had a good attitude when sex was a possibility. He was small so he couldn't power his way into an ass; he had to talk his way in. Lonnie, one of the cameramen told me that Norman attracted the curious and the macho. Some just wanted to try his monster cock to see what it felt like. Other wanted to prove they could take it as a display of manly strength. Lonny said all the cameramen liked Norman. His body never got in the way of the shoot. He was all cock, and that was a positive asset on a gay movie set.
It seemed odd to me to see being fucked as a display of manliness, but when you saw Norman's cock, you understood. It was the Washington Monument of cocks. Clem took one look at Norman and his cock and he wanted it.
By this time both Clem and Franklin were open. Their sphincters were relaxed and their fuck tunnels were well lubricated. At least eight men had played with Clem. These were not just perfunctory pokes. The Zipper Studio's stable of studs were artists who weren't easily satisfied. They liked what they were doing and took their time.
Norman wanted Clem in his back with his legs held open and stretched wide. Norman didn't like lube; he said it itched. He produced his own, but Raoul was nearby and on the edge of an orgasm. He released his load by shooting off on Norman's cock. The Cuban cum looked beautiful.
Joe joined in and got Clem into the right positions. He held Clem's legs. I didn't know if he was there to protect Clem or to watch. Most of the time Joe played the role of the disinterested businessman, but everyone knew this was an act. He was into man sex, big time. He chose his playmates carefully.
The cameraman closed in for a tight shot of Clem's ass. He asked me to hold the lights, so I was in the action. The hole was puffy, a bit bloated and juicy. Depending on your point of view, it was either a gross out or deeply exciting.
Norman nuzzled his knob into the quivering hole, Clem moaned. Norman pushed deep. Man cream oozed out as the cock filled Clem's ass. There wasn't room for Norm's cock and the deposits of the men who had fucked Clem earlier. Norm played with the quivering ass. He pushed deep sometimes but also massaged the sphincter. Sometimes he pulled all the way out. By then Clem's sphincter had relaxed and you could see into his open ass. Clem's anus all but kissed the cock head as Norm toyed with the quivering opening.
Another cameraman focused on Clem's face, so you could watch him react. I was at his ass and didn't expect the close ups of Clem's ass to be as tender and sexual as they were. Norman's knob parted Clem's ass like Moses parting the Red Sea. Norm would first just touch the hole and then pull away. He would then push in deep, then pullout. You could see cum on the edge of his mushroom. I had the impression he was churning the man seed in Clem's ass into sperm butter. Clem's moans indicated he was in ecstasy.
The post shoot party was a joy. It was all off the record, or more correctly, un recorded. We were just men havening fun. This may sound odd, but non-professional orgasms seemed different to me. The camera and soundmen had been working in the background. I had watched and helped them out.
I assumed all the staff was gay. Several were married, but they were gay friendly. They didn't object to sex when it was available. A cameraman named Julius told he liked sex, any sex, any time. Logically, when you watch a hot sex scene, you build up urges. Every man there had fully loaded balls and each was looking for release.
Several of the staff were geek types, shy and uneasy, but needy. I like to suck cock and don't mind helping out. Mandingo felt the same way. He told me that it never hurts to be nice. "Some of those guys have nice a tight ass, you know," he said. "You get a lot of screen time from them later. They like to film a cock that recently the dark side of their backside."
"Is it good for you too?" I asked. "Sexually not just professionally."
"It sure is," Mandingo replied. "At first I thought of it as a charity case. You know me, Mr. Stud plowing the ass of a sad geek type. Those guys get really into it. I love a geek with a grateful hole!"
I was surprised at Moe and Joe. They were very much the businessman-directors during the shoot. They wanted some heavy-duty relaxation later. I was in the floor tending to Julius' cock as he sat in a chair. Julius was a thin, older, blond man with an average cock. Six inches and cut, it was the cock you could have used to illustrate a penis in a medical textbook. He had beautiful balls too. I had touched his ass with my finger and discovered he was lubricated. I soon found his prostate and Julius loved that.
He gasped for breath and his eyes crossed when I pressed the gland. The prostate also turned on the precum faucet.
We had been at it for a while when Julius said, "There is someone at you back porch." I looked back and it was Moe, he was hard as a rock. He didn't say anything. I spread my knees wider to open my ass. A second later Moe's knob was nuzzled in my hole.
Luckily, I had lubricated my ass earlier just in case they needed another bottom. Moe made a little thrust and a second later, he was in deep.
"Damn, it's a perfect fit!" Moe exclaimed. It was a size too big for me, but Julius had just oozed a big glob of precum and I lost my train of thought. Moe was an old-school fucker. He just pounded away at full speed like a runaway locomotive. He moaned, read loaded me, and then pulled out. I was dazed.
Damn, I like sloppy seconds," Fred, another cameraman said as he slipped his cock into my cum filled ass. He was gentle and calm, but he didn't last long. Fred must have been ripe. Julius popped when Fred came. I had cameraman cream spurting in both ends of my body. They left and I was alone.
Joe was watching. He motioned to me to come over. He led me to his bedroom. "Lie on the bed," he said. I did as he asked. Joe lifted and spread my legs and looked at my well-used hole.
"Moe did you good, but you puffy, but fine otherwise," he said. He leaned forward and licked my anus. It was very tender.
"Moe is too big for me. He's all top," Joe said. "Oral doesn't do it for him. He needs an ass. That's the only way he can really drain his ass." He paused. "Can you relax a little and let it drool out?"
I tried. Whatever I did was good for Joe.
"Fred shot off in me too," I said. I assumed he wanted Moe's cream and Fred's might dilute it.
"Fred's an old pal. It's fine," Joe said. "I'm embarrassed. I don't want Moe to know how much I want his cream. I love porn, but sex is private."
"I understand," I said. I didn't understand at the time, but I figured it out later. For Joe recreational sex was different from romantic sex. He was open about every day get-your-rocks-off sex. He wasn't shy about that at all. He was both shy and private about sex with men he loved. He didn't want anyone to know about that.
Joe tenderly explored my ass with his tongue. He was even more tender when he fucked me. He had a fire-plug style cock, thick and stubby. With a big knob, it was the perfect length to give my prostate a real workout. I liked Joe and was willing to fake enjoyment. For all practical purposes, he used my prostate as a punching bag. He winded me each time he thrust hard. It was almost too good. He shot off.
As we fucked, Moe entered the room. When Joe pulled out I had three loads in my ass, Joe's, Fred's and Moe's. Apparently, the idea of a sloppy fourth appealed to him. Moe went in for a second time and soon was fucking me a full speed.
Moe suddenly pulled out, pivoted and gave his load to Joe. I saw the first few ejaculations fly onto Joe's mouth. Joe then tried to swallow the spewing organ. I went for Joe's cock. He had just shot off in my ass, but as he sucked Moe, there were several late volleys. All was well.