Date: Sat, 16 Jan 2021 10:31:57 -0500
From: Bob <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Olympia Studio 2

Olympia Studio 2
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.

The rehearsal of the previous night was good. The new production, Lessons
for Men, was a success. Several of the men who saw it were impressed and
learned new skills. The educational aspects were useful for men whose only
sexual experiences were in the dark and lasted for no more than a few
minutes. The erotic aspects were even more successful.

I was surprised that the erotic aspect was a total success for me. I had
been at ease and comfortable with other naked men. I now knew I could enjoy
sex with other men in my bedroom and at the Olympia Studio.  Outside the
studio, it was the depth of depravity, but inside it was natural and almost
comfortable. No one there was evil, mean, or nasty. No one was forced to be
there or was compelled to participate. I suspected that many of the women
of New York were not that lucky.

A week after we filmed Lessons, Toby suffered a major injury. During a
wrestling bout, his opponent broke his leg. This was due to an illegal
hold, but his wrestling life was over. At first, he hoped the leg would
heal. Eventually he could walk, but with a serious limp. His foot was out
of alignment. He had no family and so I asked him to live with me until he
found something else. I had no servants, so he became my helper, doing
little tasks for me. We got along well, and the sex was great.  We weren't
in love, but we were sexually compatible.

In the little world of Olympia Studios, Toby was a star. I realized that on
film, you aren't what you think you are.  You are what you look like. Bobby
knew how to photograph Toby without showing his bad leg or the limp. It was
fantasy world and harsh reality didn't appear in it.

Ed, the official I met months earlier came by and wanted to make a movie
with some friends. This was for personal use only. He didn't want it to be
distributed to anyone else. He had talked with Dunstan, and he approved. He
realized this would be expensive, but he told Dunstan expense was not a
problem. One or two thousand dollars was nothing to like Ed. Two thousand
would easily be two years income for most of the residents of New York.

Dunstan was working on filming a show titled Roman Moments. We could use
the sets and costumes for our little show. Ed came to see me with a man he
called Hunter and another man, Rollo. Hunter was obviously wealthy; Rollo
was a working man.  This was going to be a Roman's verses the Barbarians
drama with the barbarians winning and enlarging the Romans' asses in
celebration of their victory.

The subject was titillating, but Dunstan thought our modern barbarians
needed some fucking lessons. It was a bit odd because Rollo seemed to a
good man and Hunter was a pretentious fool. Dr. Miller came to give
instructions and guidance. Hunter was slim and elegant. Rollo was brick
shaped.

Hunter was surprised when Dr. Miller suggested he needed a lesson in
getting fucked. I was assigned to give Rollo instructions on fucking.  We
all got naked. Hunter had an average cock; Rollo had the prefect barbarian
fuck tool.

Ed and Miller worked on Hunter who apparently had only been fucked at a
ladies' tea parties. I got along with Rollo from the start. I asked if he
would screw me, so I could experience his technique.

He laughed. "I just shove it in and pound until I shoot," he said.

"There are lots of ways to shove," I said. He laughed again. I gave him
some lubricants to spread on his cock. That was new to him. I got on my
hands and knees. He positioned his cock at my ass.

"Don't go too fast," I said. "The camera can only take so many shots. The
audience wants to see it go in." Rollo had no problem doing as I asked.

He pushed his cock to my sphincter. "Slow up and just pump a little," I
said and then, "Wait a little then push harder." Again, he did as I
asked. A little later he made a hard thrust, popped past my sphincter and
went deep.

"Damn, my cock feels like it's home and in a nice warm bed," Rollo
said. "You've got a nice hole."  He saw my cock was still hard. "Usually,
guys lose their woody when I fuck them," he observed.

"Use you cock to massage my cock from the inside," I said. "Your cock is
big. I like that. I like being filled."

"I'm afraid I am going to shoot off," he said.

"That's what your cock is for. Don't rush it, but don't hold it back
either," I said. "I think I would like a big man like you filling my ass
with his ball seed." A minute or two later he popped. He was a happy man.

When we broke apart, he whispered, "I've got some buddies who would like to
meet you."

"Are they as nice as you?" I asked.

"They are good guys," he replied.

Ed was working his way into Hunter's behind. Hunter whined and complained
until Ed was deep. Then Hunter began to moan. Somehow, I had a feeling that
Hunter had discovered much more about sex than he had experienced before.

Dunstan and Miller thought the men needed more practice before they turned
on the cameras. Two days later we had both groups at the Studio to
practice.  Again, I was in charge of the Barbarians, and Ed took charge of
the Romans.

Rollo had given his mates a good review of my sexual skills. His pals,
Buster, Tommy, Rocky and Lou were big, beefy men. Tommy and Rocky were
big. Lou and Buster were huge. They looked good enough but would never be
used in ads for formal evening wear.

Rollo's pals were enthusiastic and willing to take direction. Rocky told me
that he tended to get carried away when he got close to shooting. I told
them that the audience wanted to see real men really fucking.  They would
understand. They also seemed to like seeing shooting off and watching sperm
spurt. It was best to act naturally.

Bobby was there with the camera, so each of the men took a turn fucking
me. I knew that would please the men and they would be much more likely to
take direction from me.  I wasn't sure I would enjoy it. I didn't need to
worry; they were all prefect gentlemen. They all liked to fuck and had
never fucked a sperm filled ass before. They seemed to enjoy using their
pals' sperm as lube.

Hunter's friends were more varied. Scott and Drew where handsome, Puppet
was small and Gussy was a butterball.  Ed and Miller made some trial
penetrations of their asses to see if there were problems. Hunter was still
tight and was clearly unhappy bottoming. Ed discovered Hunter was not a
good top either. Miller thought he had checked a man's background on the
social register to be comfortable fucking.

Ed fucked Scott and Drew and Miller fucked Puppet and Gussy. That worked
out well for all of them. My boys and I opened their ass a bit more
later. That too was good. I think having manual laborers inject there seed
deep in their asshole was exciting for them. They were good sports.

Taken as a group, the men were average guys.  There were no beauties, and a
normally average audience would find someone they could relate to.  Puppet
was star material. He was small, but his ass was impressively
accommodating. You almost expected to see a big cock go in his ass and come
out his mouth.

After our rehearsals, we decided to not go with the Romans and Barbarians
theme and just do a plain old orgy. Ed later told me he showed the film to
some friends and it resulted in an impressive sexual interlude every time.

I maintained a relationship with Rollo and his pals. They enjoyed it and
were willing to do it again. They were paid $30.00 each for the
filming. That was five to six weeks' pay for them in their everyday
jobs. That was good for them too.

Puppet and Gussy were interests in doing more movies. They both liked the
bottom, and there was a shortage of bottoms. It would be more correct to
say there was a shortage of men who admitted they were bottoms.

I was invited to a little party at Gussy's house for a Saturday soirée.
He told me I might enjoy some of his friends. I asked if they would enjoy
me. He laughed.

"When I met you, I visited some new places, exciting and pleasurable
places. My friends are somewhat shy, but I think they want to broaden their
horizons," he explained. As usual, lust overcame my tendency to stay home
and read.

Gussy lived in a home near the new Metropolitan Museum. He was an assistant
curator of Antiquities. His house was large, but not huge and quite
beautiful. It was most expensive.  I had noticed he never mentioned his
family name. He greeted me at the door. We went to the drawing room and he
introduced me to his friends, Topper, Bunny and Bruiser. They dressed in
expensive suits. I assumed Bunny and Bruiser were boarding school nick
names. A few minutes later a man named Delmont arrived. There were all ten
years younger than me. Gussy was the only one with a real job. Delmont
worked for his father and the others were gentlemen of leisure.

Bunny said they had seen a peep show and one the Kinetiscope films and have
been impressed. "Gussy told me it as all real action, not an illusion. Is
that true?"

"Any good painter or artist can create an illusion," I said. "The
Kinetiscope image can only take an image. It can't fantasize a scene."

"Some of the things seemed to hurt some of the men, others seemed to enjoy
it," Bruiser said. "Which was real?"

"Some of the things hurt at first, but our men were quite experienced. They
enjoyed it," I said. "In this case some men acted as if it hurt. They were
a friendly group."

"Did Gussy get hurt?" Topper asked. Topper struck me as a timid man.

"Hell no!" Gussy said, "It was wonderful. I have spent most of my life
hiding my interest in men. I was with ten or twelve naked men who liked man
sex as much as I did. Everyone sucked and fucked. If you shot off, they
came to watch and enjoyed the show. I did it all and they all did it to
me."

"They all fucked you?" Delmont asked.

"Everyone who wanted to fuck me took a poke. I can tell you that after two
or three men seeded me, every cock fit," Gussy explained. "I felt like a
new man, everything I had dreamed of was possible."

"It sounds good," Bruiser said. "How do we get started?"

"I think we are all overdressed," I said as I began to strip as did
Gussy. The other men were soon naked, and Bunny came over to me and started
to suck. I was relieved to know that my cock still had it allure.

Topper came over to us. "Is there room for two?" he asked. The lighting in
the room was dim, but I could see Topper was well equipped and he was only
half hard. Bunny stopped sucking me and stood up. I dropped to my knees and
was able to suck them both. Bunny's cock already tasted of precum. Topper
had an impressive uncut tool. I sucked the skin into my mouth and licked
the tender, under side of his knob. He moaned, "Oh baby!"

I found out they had practiced only cock sucking with the sole objective of
shooting off as fast as possible. I guessed they had to shoot before the
hall monitor came to check at lights off. They had never explored the full
sexual potential of the cock.

They had assumed that they were expected to suck men and they hadn't
anticipated I would join in. At their school, the lower classmen were to
serve the upperclassmen. Getting sucked was an upperclassman's
privilege. Since I liked it all, they were surprised. Bunny went over to
Gussy, and I was alone with Topper. He was tall, muscular, and
handsome. His body was quite hairy.

"You have a big one," he said, "Are your balls full?"

"They are always full," I said. "Do you want to trade?"

"I've never done that. I've never tasted the cream," he whispered. "Do you
do that?"

We had an intimate talk. He was shy and uneasy, but he could hardly keep
his eyes off my cock. I said yes, I did take man seed. "I get excited
sucking a cock. Cocks are almost always hidden and concealed. The first
time I sucked a cock, I could hardly believe he let me do it. I was so
personal and intimate. The second man I sucked lost control and shot
off. That was even more intimate. I was tasting his homemade brew. He shot
off because he was too excited to hold back. I could taste his orgasm; it
was almost intoxicating." I explained.

"Did you meet again?" he asked.

"The next time we got together we traded our sex juices," I said. "This may
be more than you want to know, but my friend deposited his load in my ass."

"Did it hurt?" he asked.

"No, but I was afraid when I fucked him it would hurt," I explained. "He
said it didn't hurt, but he wanted it so badly I'm not sure he would have
told me. I'm quite sure he liked it. When I shot off in him, he shot off a
second time, hands free."

"I shot off in your mouth hands free. It was embarrassing. I was afraid you
would be mad at me," Topper explained.

"It can't be more personal and intimate than when you share your orgasm. We
are taught it is private and secret. I was in on your secret and you were
uncomfortable," I said. "It excited me, and I enjoyed it. Can you think of
it as sharing your orgasm, not a solitary experience?"

"I can try," he said. As we talked his cock got hard again. I always try to
plan for any eventuality.  I had lubricated my ass earlier, so I got up,
straddled him, and sat on his erect organ.

Topper looked surprised and then he had the look you had as a child when
you first saw the illuminated tree on Christmas day. He was well endowed
but not huge and the organ slipped into me easily. I bounced a little and
squirmed some to get it into a better place. For Topper, his entire cock
was in a better place.

The other men were gathered around us admiring the view and complimenting
us. I am not sure they had considered fucking as a voluntary exercise. I
was quite sure they didn't know the bottom could enjoy it. I bounced some
more, and everyone applauded when Topper, very obviously shot off.

A little later I fucked Bruiser. He had been on the football team at
school. I was sure he had endured the initiation rituals and the
punishments for loosing the game. I guessed that one or two of the cocks
that fucked him had hit a good place. My cock seemed to hit all the good
places. The party broke up and I gave Bruiser my address. I had a feeling
there was unfinished business.

The next day, while proper New Yorkers were at church, Bruiser and Topper
knocked on my door. I invited them and offered them coffee.  Toby served
the coffee, and I immediately saw lust in all of the men's eyes. Bruiser
had seen him in one of the movies.

I mentioned that I had enjoyed the evening at Gussy's house. I said the
first meeting with men you don't know can be uncomfortable, but that the
evening had turned out well. I thought most of the men were getting used to
the unusual situation.

"I was surprised that I relaxed at all," Topper said. "It was all new to
me. I relaxed some when I got used to it."

"I was used to the locker and shower rooms at school, but I had never been
with naked men the way we were at Gussy's," Bruiser said. "I'm not sure
that will ever happen again."

"Would you like to have than happen again?" I asked.

"Yes!" Bruiser and Topper said simultaneously.

"Well, you have come to the right place!" I said as I smiled. "I need to
say that my ass got quite a workout at Gussy's house. My friend Toby shares
our interests. Would you mind if he joined us?" Of course, they agreed to
that. "Toby both pitches and catches if you get my meaning. He's not as big
as I am and his cock can fit in some tight places," I explained.

"You have taken him?" Topper asked.

"Oh yes, he is fun to be with," I replied. "I assume you have noticed I am
accommodating and open minded. I have been surprised at what fits where. I
have been surprised at the intense pleasure I have felt in unexpected
places. Are you interested in opening your bodies to more intense
sensations?" They nodded. We went to my bedroom. Toby joined us. Five
minutes later we were naked in my bedroom.

Toby and Bruiser connected immediately. I was with Topper. I thought I knew
what he wanted, but I wasn't sure he knew it yet. He felt urges and had
desires, but he was afraid of them. He was a conventional man with what he
thought were unconventional urges.

Topper cleared up all of my worries by dropping to his knees and sucking my
cock. Overnight he had discovered his interest in cock, or more correctly,
my cock.

A quarter of an hour later, I was gently introducing my cock to his
sphincter. They got along well, and I pushed deeper. I don't believe that
Topper knew that my cock, wedged in his ass was the missing element in his
life. My ejaculation triggered his orgasm. My knob was essential for him to
achieve a perfect orgasm. Toby came over and licked up Topper's sperm. I
had pulled out of Topper's ass and Toby liked my sperm as it drooled from
Topper's ass. Everyone seemed happy with the evening.

The next few productions at the Studio dealt with chorus boys and
Vaudeville performers. They delt with the behind the curtain life of chorus
boys and the men who admired them. This didn't interest me, and the boys
didn't interest me.

Dunstan came to me with an idea for a movie. His idea was only a title,
"How Much is Too Much?" Dunstan is sexually driven and a bit of a slut, but
he had a firm grasp on what would sell.