Date: Sun, 25 Nov 2007 12:52:24 -0800 (PST) From: Bob Archman Subject: Big Brother, the Twins and Santa 3 Big Brother and the Twins meet Santa 3 By Bald Hairy Man This story is intended for adults who are interested in gay stores involving man to man sex. If you aren't interested, or are too young to read the story, Do Not! This is a fantasy, not a sex manual. If you have any comments on the story send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com. Tim and I had watched enough extras on DVDs to have some sense of what movie making was like. We knew it was disjointed, confused and time consuming. Ed's approach was completely different. He did things in order, from start to finish. Since no one was really professional on the group, this made things easier. Sean had a script of sorts, but he liked to take advantage of chance events on the set. Ed valued spontaneity. If you got carried away and wanted to screw your partner, that was fine. I guess you could call it sexual ad-libbing. Sean would work it into the script. For this approach to work, you needed two things, horny men with a strong sex drive, and guys who are turned on by their fellow actors. The first was easy enough, but the second was a bit harder. Ed wanted men who really clicked and were hot for each other's bods. "I've seen enough movies where the actors are barely interested," he complained. "Shit, how hard can it be to find a gay guy who likes to suck cock? I hate it when the star his hung like Trigger, but his co star can't take it in the ass. For half the population of San Francisco it would be the chance of a lifetime, and they find a twenty-year-old twink from Omaha who doesn't like to get fucked." "That's not my problem," I said. Ed smiled. He was hunting for a Hispanic and a black guy. The ethnic variety reflected Ed's basic open minded ness, but it also made marketing sense. Sean joked that Ed had a theory for achieving world peace through anal sex. That was a joke, but Ed seemed to think that way. Tim and I were new to town, but we had some luck in finding the missing cast members. Twins attract attention. We were at a gay friendly restaurant when we noticed a black guy a few tables away. I looked at him, and he looked at me. He didn't pretend he wasn't interested. Whenever I looked up, he was still looking. He and his companion finished their dinner and left. We left ten minutes later. The black guy was waiting for us in the street. "I hope you didn't mind me looking," he said. "Not at all," I said. "It's a free country. You liked the view?" "I did," he answered. "I like it a lot. My name's Ellis." Ellis was a barrel chested man a bit over six feet tall. I guessed he was forty-five or fifty, but in really good shape. He had a close clipped salt and pepper beard. "I'm Ted. The ugly guy next to me is Tim." "I don't see the ugly guy at all," Ellis said. "It looks to me that when God discovered how good looking you were, he decided to make two. I'm not sure I've seen twins who are as identical as you are. " "Thanks," Tim said. "You're a good-looking man too." "I live around the corner," Ellis said. "How about a cup of coffee?" We were willing, so we followed him to a town house in the next block. "You guys are more than 18, aren't you?" he asked before we entered. We said yes. The first floor of the house was neat and pretty. We went upstairs into a big room. It was an artist studio, filled with large paintings of men, mostly nude. There was a bed to the side. "Damn," Tim said. "You do all of these?" "I do," Ellis replied. "For a long time these things were hard to sell, but I have a web site now. These are selling like hot cakes. Get naked and I'll draw you." We got naked and strangely enough he started sketching. I thought it was just a come on, but Ellis whipped out several sketches. He gave us the sketches and we went home. Beau liked them, but Ed loved them. Ellis was a well-known painter. Ed hadn't met him, but he knew of him. Ed said he'd get in touch with Ellis. I thought all gay gays were alike, but I was really wrong about that. Ed said he was part of the plain old gay set. There was a group into leather. Another was what he called the Chablis and Brie crowd, and the artsie-fartsie group. Ellis was the leading light of the later group, but I suspected he would like Ed and his friends. Ed had a party a week later, and Ellis was invited. They had talked. Ellis liked the idea of the movie. He thought it potentially was a surrealist fantasy. He said he would bring a few friends with him who might be interested in the movie. I didn't know what a surrealist fantasy was. Beau said it had something to do with a Spanish painter named Dolly. Whatever it was, Ellis arrived at the party with three friends. One guy was a musclebuilder named Butch. The other two guys were Mexicans named Juan and Jose. They were twins. Ed was very happy. Butch and the two Mexicans were artist models. Juan and Jose weren't actually twins. They were cousins, but they were dead ringers and it was hard not to believe they weren't twins. The new guys fit in with the group easily. I don't know what exactly Ed said to Ellis, but neither he nor his friends had any problem getting along. At first I thought Butch was standoff ish, but he warmed up. Beau talked with him and they got along well. Butch was a country boy from the deep South and he was shy. He got away from his hometown, but had a rough time in Baltimore until Ellis found him. Butch had briefly hooked up with an escort service. He hadn't realized it specialized in S&M. Butch was bad at the S part and terrible at the M part. Juan and Jose were really friendly and talked a mile a minute in off brand English. They were sculptors who were leading the life of starving artists. Both were 5'-6" and were muscular, especially in the torso. The worked in stone, so they developed their upper bodies. They began posing to make some cash. They were good at it and soon they were making a good living. A pair of well-muscled nude models who like to pose together is hard to find. They were enthusiastic and excitable and got along well with Zoltan and Tibor. The Hungarian-English-Spanish translating process was difficult, but the four men firmly believed if you couldn't be understood, you should get louder. It was a loud party. Later in the evening Ellis and his friends had no problem getting naked and joining in the festivities. Butch seemed more comfortable naked then dressed. He was in great shape and had nothing to be ashamed about. His body was shaved except for his pubes. His hair was bleached blond but he had a thick black pubic bush. Butch was muscular in the old Hercules mode, rather than the modern steroid enhanced mode. Butch was comfortable naked, but was even more comfortable naked and hard. I like sex. Butch loved it. He had the stamina of a bull. I saw Ed watching Butch in action. If you're making a porn movie it's good to have an actor who is permanently ready for action and willing to suck, or fuck. Ellis was more restrained, but just as interested. If he had been thinner, he would have made a good black Santa. He was chocolate brown. His balls and cock shaft were coal black, but his cock head was a beautiful shade of pink. He was uncut, but Ellis was hard or half hard for most of party so we saw a lot of his pink knob. Ellis was non aggressive, but tended to fill in gaps in the action. Juan shot off while fucking Zoltan. When he pulled out, poor Zoltan looked deflated. Ellis picked up the dwarf and skewered him on his eight-inch cock. Ellis' cock was thick too. Ellis liked sloppy seconds. It was easier for his cock to go deep, when first fucker had lubricated the tunnel and shot a load of home made lube in the deepest regions of the rectum. It sure worked for Zoltan. Zoltan had looked shocked when Ellis picked him up, but as soon as Ellis' cock head was at his ass Zoltan smiled. Zoltan balanced on Ellis's pink cock head. Zoltan winced when the head popped through his sphincter, then he relaxed as the black shaft vanished into his ass. Ellis was in total control, but he took his time and by the time Zoltan was fully impaled, both he and Ellis were in heaven. The big black man looked like a bruiser, but he was a delicate cock's man. His massive cock was a delicate genital probe. He would carefully guide it into the ass, then explore the dark hole until he found the good spots. He and Zoltan really got into it. It was exciting to watch. Ellis was like a master cellist, and Zoltan was his cello. I had never taken a cock as large as Ellis', but I knew it was only a matter of time. As I watched them play, Jose and Juan made a sneak attack on me. Juan attacked from the front, sucking me while Jose came at me from the rear. After a little while I maneuvered Juan into the 69 position. He was uncut and had a lot of skin, so it still covered his head even when hard. That happens to Tim sometimes. I like hot and steamy man juices that are trapped in the skin. It was more than I expected, both thick and pungent. I didn't like it much, but I found myself trying to use his cock to massage my tonsils. I kind of went crazy. I had my nose buried in his balls, when Jose worked a finger into my ass. I didn't want to get fucked, but I didn't want to give up on Juan's special sauce either. Indecision is a bad thing when you're getting fucked by Speedy Gonzales. Jose's cock was tickling my prostate by the time I made up my mind. The Mexicans had long, thin cocks crowned with a big mushroom enshrouded in foreskin. I managed to peel back Juan's foreskin as my ass peeled Jose's skin back. I felt a little like a roast suckling pig on a spit, except I enjoyed it a lot more than the pig. I'm a strong guy, but I was the filling in a Mexican sandwich. I tried to break away, but Juan's cock ooze was awfully tasty, and as I wiggled, Jose's cock hit an incredibly good place. It was a lot more fun than I expected. Jose popped and gave my ass a sperm bath. We switched around some and I ended up in Juan's ass. His hole was tight, but once I got in, it was good. Juan was a macho guy, but once I rammed his prostate a few times, he lost his edge. He whimpered like a puppy and said things in his odd Spanish-English mixture. I could make out, "Fuck me baby," and "I want to have your babies," but I'm not sure about the last part. He shot off and I pulled out. Gramps was near me, on his back, staring at the ceiling. His cock was aimed at the ceiling. I straddled him and sat on it. Some people are social drinkers. I guess you could say I am a social bottom. Gramps was a really nice guy and cute in a grand fatherly way. I was just being polite as I sat on his member. The Mexican had lubricated me, so it would be easy. Gramps had a solid tube of man meat the diameter of a Budweiser can. He was cut and his slit almost bisected the knob. At nineteen I thought I knew all there was to know about sex. I was firmly of the belief that a cock's effectiveness was based on its length. Diameter was a secondary characteristic, useful as a tie breaker. Gramps would have been easy to take if I hadn't almost passed out when his knob rammed my prostate. His cock stretched my ass to its full diameter, then rammed the small sex gland and pressed it into my body. My prostate was balanced on his cock. The prostate had no where to go and was exploding with sensations. I could barely breathe. I couldn't think straight. Tim, Ed and Ellis saw my predicament but didn't help. They laughed. I desperately wanted to shoot off, but I couldn't. I think the thick organ had blocked off whatever sends sperm to the cock. It felt like those intense feeling you have the split second before you pop. It was so good it almost hurt. I was trapped. I could think straight enough to get up, and my entire body weight was holding down on Gramps' cock. Ellis finally took mercy on me. He lifted me up, bent me over and popped his cock into my quivering hole. It was a true mercy fuck. Ellis thrust ten or twenty times and I shot off. I was really lucky a major organ didn't shoot out of my cock. I coated Gramps, Tibor and Jose with my cum and splattered several others, who just happened to be in the way. It was messy, but no one complained. It seemed as if everyone at the party shared in my orgasm. I slept well that night. Ellis and the Mexicans filled in our multi ethic needs, and with Butch we had another blond god type. The cast was assembled. "Who's been Naughty or Nice," wasn't a high budget movie. Ed paid us well, for a porn movie, and the cast was large. Sean and Beau had some standards and they wanted to make a stab at a plot and scenery. Costumes were easy. Santa suits and elf costumes were a dime a dozen. Zoltan and Tibor had quite a few costumes of their own, heavily weighted toward the elfin. Kip had a lodge in the mountains near the West Virginia border. He had pictures and it was nice. The woods were all evergreen conifers, so you couldn't tell it was summer. It could pass for winter if you aimed the cameras at the trees. We made a road trip to the lodge to see if it would work out. Western Maryland isn't much like Baltimore. I had no idea. The lodge was secluded on the side of a small mountain. Kip was a building contractor so the lodge was impressive. It was all wood, with a big fireplace. Kip was a bachelor and the place had a slight Playboy pad aspect to it, the kitchen was small but nice, the bar was spectacular and a six-person Jacussi sat in the main room. For a 19-year-old kind from a small town, this was as good as things could get. Ed, Beau and Connor were with us on the tip with Kurt and Kip of course. Kurt and Kip were the quietest of the men we had met. Kip was shy and rarely said anything. Kip was proud of the house and talked some. He had a speech impediment. His bushy moustache covered a cleft palate. It had been repaired, but there was still a light trace of it in his voice. I guessed that explained his shyness. There was a question whether the lodge had enough power for the lights needed to make the movie. Kip knew all about that and said he had an auxiliary generator if needed. He hadn't been there in a month and wanted to check out the property. I went with him while the other guys talked shop. One on one he talked more. He knew a lot about the tree and plants we passed. I saw a small herd of deer, and he knew all the birds. My knowledge of birds is limited to Robins and Pigeons. Out of the blue Kip asked me, "Do I look all right in the photos? Everyone else is so handsome." "You look great," I said. "You're a turn on for me. You're masculine, not just cute." "Beau's incredible," he whispered. "I didn't know a guy that good looking could be so friendly. I don't know if I should have agreed to do this." "Why did you?" "To meet you," Kip said. "Kurt told me Beau had twin brothers who were into man sex big time. It didn't occur to me that other guys were into it too. Kurt and I did it, but it was hard to believe other brothers did." "Tim and I never thought of it as sex," I said, "We were just having fun." "That's the way it was with Kurt and me," Kip said. "I'm the older brother. Kurt did the talking for me. I beat up the bullies for him. I was too ugly to be popular in school. Kurt was too smart. We played with each other as kids and never stopped." "That's like Tim and me," I said. "How many times has Kurt told you that you aren't ugly?" Kip looked at me oddly. "Maybe a million times or so," he said. "How did you know that?" "A wild guess," I said. "Do you drive him crazy talking like that?" "Have you been talking to Kurt?" he asked. I shook my head. "I always thought he had sex with me because no one else would. You do it because you like it?" "Can't you tell?" I asked. "I wasn't too sure other guys liked sex as much as we did. Zoltan and Tibor were a nice surprise. As were you and Kurt, by the way." "You don't feel dirty about it?" "Not at all," I said. "Our parents weren't into religion big time. They were mostly be nice to your friends and strangers people." "Our Mom was divorced and our Grandparents raised us," Kip explained. "Grandpa was nice, but Grandma was into sin. I was born five months after Mom got married. I was her punishment. Anything I enjoyed or which gave pleasure was bad as far as Grandma was concerned. " "That's stupid!" I exclaimed. "It's hard to get over that," he said. "Dad always said the best revenge is living well. It seems to me you have a lot of pleasure giving and taking due to you. You need to make up for lost time." "Grandma died a few years ago," Kip said. "I'm thinking I need to stop trying to please her. I never told her what I thought of her. She thought she was doing the right thing." He was silent for a little while. "Do you and Tim fuck each other?" "We sure do." "Is it good?" "Well, we do it once a day and twice a day on weekends," I said. "I'd love to have Kurt fuck me," he said. "I'm too scared to ask him." "You're getting ready to do a gay porn film," I said. "Just let nature take it's course."