Date: Mon, 7 Dec 2020 10:18:15 -0500 From: Bob Subject: Acme Training Academy 3 The Acme Training Academy 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 comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com. I think in retrospect I didn't need to worry. Where you have gay men and multiple erections, the men will work things out. I don't think the men needed an invitation to mix things up. Somehow the bottoms gave clues as to their sexual preferences. I was surprised at the men who found ways to naturally bend over and expose their assholes. I remember as a High School Jock, no one on the team ever exposed his hole in three years of showering together. Looking back, the assistant coach, Mr. Smith, sometimes showered with us and I noticed his hole. That was 25 years earlier and it was too late to do anything about that. The informal leader of the "police" group was Wally, a fifty-year-old army sergeant. He was in good shape and tended to give orders. The "prisoners or suspects" group leader was Dreamboat Johnny, a retired hippy and current Uber driver. They were so unalike I worried they wouldn't get along. I misunderstood the situation. Wally was horny as shit. Dreamboat regretted he didn't have additional holes in his body so he could take more cocks. Wally shook hands with Dreamboat and asked if he had a plan. "Damn, you have a beautiful cock. I hope you're a top. I have a hole I want you to fill," Dreamboat replied. That seemed to be the perfect way to get acquainted and make friends fast. "I don't have a plan, but your idea has merit," Wally said. "I have one plan," Dreamcoat replied, adding, "Hey guys! Say hello to a guy near you. Ask if he is a top or a bottom and work something out!" "What if you do it all?" one guy yelled. "Flip a fucking coin!" Dreamboat replied. Everyone laughed. With the right people sharing a common interest, that plan worked like a charm. Some were good looking, some were average, a few of what might be described as unusual, alternate lifestyles guys. I would say that they were hippies, but they were too young to have known the Sixties and Seventies. As far as I could tell, no one suffered from shyness. While many of the men didn't know each other, they were all what might be called horny bastards. Everyone was willing and that seemed to make it easy to become friends or at least fuck buddies. From the way they connected and soon were engaged sexually, I didn't think any were virgins. Many of the men were past their prime, and some never had a prime. I think most of the men knew they had no future as porn stars. I knew from my own experience that middle-aged guys were not often scoring at the bars. Partners and playmates were hard to find. The Academy opened up new sexual horizons. Giles thought there was a market for average guys in porn. Handsome, buffed men were decorative, but for most men they were unattainable. Wally and Dreamboat were possibilities. You might meet them at a rest stop and have a chance to connect. While Wally and Dreamboat's friends were average guys, they seemed to have no sexual inhibitions at all. If it was sex, they would do it. I wasn't sure how they would react to being filmed as they had sex. You need to be uninhibited to do that, especially since I did close-ups mostly of cocks and asses. Giles wanted me to do this even in the practice session. "If a guy is squeamish about that, it's not going to work in the final product. That many of these guys would make to a commercial video was unlikely. I had a feeling that Giles had a taste for watching cocks sliding into non-photogenic asses. I had a new assistant camera man working with me, Rueben. Rueben was twenty-two years old, an otter and a redneck's redneck. He worked for a professional photographer doing wedding pictures and church directories. It took me a day or two the realize he was gifted. He had a knack for filming ordinary men fornicating, and it looked Adam and god meeting on the Sistine Chapel Ceiling. He also had a white snake type cock hanging from his groin that attracted admiration. The initial sucking turned into fucking after ten minutes. Some of the men were aggressive, but not too aggressive, and the bottoms were appropriately passive, but many served as cheerleaders, encouraging the top to get in deeper and faster. Given their ages, no one tried the fresh-faced virgin taking a cock for the first time. There was a little cops and robbers play, but few of the men could act well enough to pretend they were unwilling. I am just the camera man, so I did no directing. I knew that the men had been advised to avoid jerking off for a few days before the shoot. A massive orgasm is easier to shoot than a little spurt. It seemed as if the men had done that. It was a messy shoot, cocks were dripping, cum drooled from asses or splattered on assholes. Following the great maxim, if you get a lemon make lemonade, that could be good if you were doing an amateur orgy. Dreamboat Johnny had a long thin shaft crowned by a large, strawberry size knob. While a guy's sphincter might object to it, once he defeated the sphincter all was well. He liked to leave the first sperm deposit on the hole, then snow plow it deeper into the ass. Wally had a thick cock. He liked to cum inside the man. When he pulled out the bottom's ass had been stretched open and you could see his cum, quivering in the bottom's ass. The shoot was a success, and the men went home happy. Rueben and I went over the videos with Wally and Dreamboat. It was a good session, especially for Rueben. He found out a lot about his ass as a sex organ courtesy of Wally. Our next group was strange. I guess you could say that in the grand scheme things, guys who wanted to get lessons in gay porn is a niche market. Rueben had a friend, Dallas, who had introduced him to man sex. When Rueben discovered anal sex, he realized that Dallas had a limited repertoire. Dallas has a taste for virgin sperm. That was his main course of study. Reuben had been to a few parties at Dallas's home and met other men who had been Dallas's protégées. He found some guys that wanted to know and do more. I suspect most young men who are dealing with gay sex want more. Rueben talked to Giles about it. Giles knew that deflowering virgins was a popular video genre. Of course, there would be no underaged boys. He wasn't interested in boys and even less interested in going to jail. He had no interests in Sadomasochism either. He thought it was a sickness. Giles was interested in helping men discover themselves through sexual exploration, he felt underuse of your sexual organs was unhealthy. He also realized that while the young men could not pay much, older men who were willing to help men discover sex were plentiful. I liked Giles and he was a nice man. I also knew his ability to spout bullshit was second to none. I mentioned this to Giles. He replied that for some men bullshit was an art form, A few days later we had a session with Rueben and four of his friends. We recruited four older men: Wally, Du Mont, Rufus, and Rocco. They were to be role models, playmates. "Men, this is sort of a get-to-know-you session," Giles said in introduction. "I want you to know that you rarely know the other men in a porn shoot. You meet them and then you are supposed to go from zero to a hundred miles an hour in seconds. Since you are new to this, I will award you a bronze star for making it to forty miles an hour; a silver star for making it to sixty and a gold star to making it to a hundred. You can take your time, but I have noticed that once a man is sexually excited, time seems to fly." The group laughed. "There is extra credit for shooting off. If your playmate licks or swallows your jiz, that is even more extra credit." "Let me be direct. I understand the younger men here are not that experienced. It would be an understatement to say the older guys are much more experienced and skilled," Giles said. "I selected them because their playmates have given them high grades. The playmates enjoyed as much as they did." "You may have guessed we are interested in man sex not boy sex. If you want boy sex, go elsewhere. That being said. If you don't enjoy it, don't do it. This is not a contest. If may discover some new things about yourself if you open yourself to the possibilities," Giles said in conclusion. "Does that mean we have to get fucked?" a guy asked. "Well, if I'm counting right, with eleven men in the room, there are 11 cocks, 11 mouths and 11 assholes here. If you can't find some way to amuse yourself, you are sorely lacking in imagination. The man, Terry, who asked the question was handsome, thin, toned and blond. Even naked he looked well dressed. Rufus went over to him. "You are one good looking man," Rufus said to him. Rufus was black, muscular, and well hung. He was usually semi-hard. "Would getting your hair messed up, your body sweaty and a bit sticky bother you?" The man,Terry looked surprised. "I think it would," he said and then he added, "Somehow, I think I would like it." Rufus dropped to his knees and began sucking. In sex actions speak louder than words. Terry moaned and closed his eyes. Another of Rueben's friends, Newton, held back. He still had his baby fat, but he had a hairy chest that made him look a little more mature. Rocco was a bear, and he went over to him. "You look like my Uncle Gerald," Newton said. "Is that good or bad?" Rocco asked. "He was a nice guy, but my Mom thought he was crude," Newton said. "I sort of look like him." "Did you ever see him naked?" Rocco asked. "Only once when we changed into swimming trunks. He was hairy. He had a huge cock. I was 11 then. I remember that well," he said. He looked at Rocco's cock. "Yours is bigger." Rocco reached over and cupped Newton's balls. "You have a good one too. Did you think a lot about your uncle's cock when you were younger?" "I still do," Newton said as he reached out for Rocco's cock. Rocco smiled. "It tastes better than it looks," he said. All was well there. Newton was slightly baby faced, but he looked older with a cock in his mouth. Wally and Du Mont connected with the two other men. Barry and thin guy named Hector. Naming a kid Hector was bad choice. He was as far away from being the hero of ancient Greece as a man could be. The talked briefly and I heard Hector tell Wally that he wasn't sure if he should be here. "Rueben is a great guy and really friendly. I can't really see myself in a porn video," Hector said. "Do you have sex with Rueben?" Wally asked. Hector nodded. Wally then asked, "Did you like it?" "I sure did," Hector replied. "Most guys make me suck them off. A few have fucked me. Rueben is different. He's nice." "Did he fuck you? Was it different that with the other guys?" Wally asked. "It was much better," Hector said. "I don't fuck a guy. I use my cock to explore his ass. Sometimes I use my cock to jerk him off from the inside," Wally continued. "Do you shoot off in him?" "Well. I get him to shoot off, it seems to me that giving his ass a sperm bath is a nice way to say thank you," Wally said. Du Mont was with Barry who was painfully shy. Du Mont was outgoing and energetic. I was surprised to realize he was perceptive. "Let me guess, you like sex but are embarrassed to be here?" Du Mont asked. Barry nodded. "I'm not that big," he muttered. "Size doesn't matter as long as feelings and excitement are big," Du Mont replied. "Rueben sucked me off," Barry said, "It was messy but good. I was too nervous to suck him." "Did he take your load?" Du Mont asked. Barry shook his head. "Well I'd like to take your load. I swallow. No one will know you shot off." "Do I have to take yours?" he asked. "Just go with the flow," Du Mont said. The "Training" session turned out well. The new men relaxed and got used to group sex. I wasn't sure if it would ever turn into a good video, but it was fine for the men. I was putting my equipment away when Du Mont and Barry returned. "We were talking, and Barry told me he wanted some more practice," Du Mont said. "He was hoping you might join in. He was thinking you might help him get into it, he thinks your cock might fit better than mine," I must have looked surprised and said, "Hunh? You want me to fake it?" "No, he wants you to fuck and breed him," Du Mont explained. "He thinks I am a bit too professional for him. he wants a plain old guy to do him. I will film it for him," I was still naked from the shoot, and Barry liked what he saw. Barry dropped to his knees and began to suck me with enthusiasm. He hadn't done much of that before. Later I found that I resembled Barry's Scoutmaster. The Scoutmaster was both straight and careful, but as an adolescent, Barry was fixated on him. Apparently, Barry thought having sex with me would end his fantasy. Du Mont took the camera, started filming. When Barry and I assumed the sixty-nine position, I discovered that Barry's cock had grown and was no longer modest. It was possible that he had a month or two's precum stored in his balls, all of which I suctioned out. Somehow, my cock loved his mouth. His lips held my cock as his tongue caressed it. When he discovered my sex juices drooling from the slit, I could tell he was harvesting it as I took his. Barry later told me my cock was larger than he dreamed the scoutmaster possessed. He hadn't considered precum, and mine was a revelation. His own juices were rich and tasty. We took a break to catch our breaths. Du Mont had taped us, and he said he could feel the connection. Barry was on his back, with his fully erect cock aimed to the ceiling. It was beautiful. I straddled him and gently impaled myself. I always lubricated my ass before a shoot, in case one of the men got carried away. Barry moaned as his cock slipped into me. I bounced in it and his eyes crossed. Ten minutes later we took another break. I put his legs on my shoulders and gently eased my cock into his hole. It looked small, but I knew it would open for me. My knob encountered his sphincter. "Barry, I'm in as far as I can go unless you let me in. If you let me in, I will do deep, fuck you like a madman and then climax and fill your ass with my sperm. I will try to push it in as deep as I can," I said. Barry moaned the name, Mr. Billings. He gave up the fight. Minutes later I was pushing deep into him as he moaned in pleasure. It was lovely. I liked to fuck but this was different. It was pure sex. My cock loved Barry's ass. It was a perfect fit and it tingled as it rubbed his lining of his ass. I knew the exact location of his prostate, and when his was lulled into a sexual trance, I would rub my bloated cock head against his prostate and fell him twitch. I had fucked a few me who were as responsive as a log. Barry was the opposite. He was wiggling and twitching in response my every movement. His sphincter clamped tight to hold my cock in. He moaned every time my knob rubbed his prostate. After ten minutes, I made a concerted attach on it and he began ejaculating. I them pushed deep into his ass and made my deposit. The rhythm of my ejaculation matched his. It was beautiful. It was good for me. It was a revelation for Barry. I don't think he had ever envisioned a four-alarm orgasm. it was a new world for him. When I pulled out, Du Mont slipped his cock into Barry's hole. "Your hole looked lonely." Du Mont said, "I thought it might like some company. For your information, sperm is a good lubricant as long as it no exposed to air for long. Buster shot a lot of cream and he shot it deep. I have to admit all those little sperms squiggling around my cock is a turn on. I could make my contribution to it, or are you happy with Buster's load?" "Buster's is fine," Barry said. I looked over and saw that Barry was hard again. Du Val noticed the cock too. He pulled out of Barry. I went to him and sat on his cock. I felt him spurt as he poked through my sphincter. Our little group broke up. We all needed a rest.