Date: Fri, 8 Jul 2011 18:56:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Size queen 5

Size Queen 5
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

The Millers were big, beefy hard working men. They worked hard in hot or
cold weather, snow and rain didn't bother them.  I tended to think of them
as human bulldozers. They possessed butt plug type cocks, short, thick and
bulbous. I knew from experience their cocks weren't as short as they
looked. It was an optical illusion due to the thickness. While they were
crude men, I also knew their cocks and assholes were tender, delicate, and
sensitive. A simple lick of my tongue could leave then shivering in
excitement.

I also found out their bulbous cock heads were designed to give my prostate
a work out. Depending on their mood, they could give the prostate a buff
and shine, or use it as a punching bag. Both could be good. No matter how
big and hard a cock can be it is always a blunt instrument. There are no
sharp edges or points. The curve of the Miller's helmet shaped knobs was
perfect for my prostate.

Randy was a little slower getting naked, but as he stripped, I saw Lee's
normally impassive face glow. Lee stripped slowly and gave everyone a good
view. He had dirty blond hair mixed with white, and below his week old
beard, his body hair was luxuriant. Again, he reminded me of Sam Elliot,
but Lee was more muscular and not as thin. He wasn't fat by any definition.

You could make out the basic form of his impressive body under the shag
carpet.  His toenails and cock alone were not covered by hair. When dressed
he gave the impression of being an average guy who maybe ate and drank too
much. He normally played the average Joe kind of character. He was a
beautifully proportioned Nordic God naked.

His cock wasn't well proportioned.  It was bloated and oversized. His balls
were probably goat like, but the thick pubic hair made it hard to tell. His
cock looked like a tall beer can with foreskin. His cock head was the size
of a tangerine, making a big bulge in the skin. He jumped in the water with
the Millers and Randy. I was the last to jump in.

Lee liked the Millers they liked him. Once they were in the water, all was
well. No one was shy, but the water gave a little cover to preliminary
gropes and fondling. It took between thirty seconds and a minute for Lee to
understand he was with like sprits and us to realize Lee's shy reserve
vanished when he was naked.

Lee checked out our cocks as we fondled him. He cupped our balls and then
reached below and checked to see if the rear door was locked. I fingered
his ass and he didn't object at all. He was full service. It is safe to say
we were all open to the possibilities. The Millers and Randy had buns of
steel, and while they didn't object to Lee's finger in their asses, they
were tight.

Somehow, when he checked me out, he ended up having two fingers up my ass
and did a little prostate massage. He looked me in the eye and said, "Hot
Damn," in his deep, gravelly voice. Five men is a hard number to work with
sexually, especially since Lee was the object of all of our interests.

Lee was game and seemed to have the sex drive of a heard of bull
elephants. He was also a multitasker. He was a rare top, who loved to
bottom too. Lee was blessed with stamina too. Lee had seemed reticent, but
once he was turned on, he wanted to wallow in sex. He told us he wanted his
cock in an ass, a cock in his hole and another cock or two in his
mouth. The four of us were willing to help him. Theoretically, there was a
cock to spare, but we were able to work that out.

We went inside to my bedroom.  Lee knew I was willing to take his cock and
he told us he hadn't fucked anyone in two months.  He wanted to make sure
he remembered how to do it. His cock looked like a beer can soft.  Erect it
was a rock hard beer can crowned with a huge mushroom cock head. He
lubricated my ass as Randy took care of Lee's cock.

The Miller's and Randy had a good time cheerleading as Lee wedged his cock
into my reluctant ass. Of course, I wanted it, but sometimes your ass has
its own opinion. Horace had a new bottle of poppers that seemed to do the
trick. I took a deep snort and his knob popped into the dark side of my
sphincter.

Lee eased the rest of his organ into the deeper regions of my ass and
rested. It was like having a telephone pole in me. After a minute or two, I
relaxed and Lee began to jiggle his cock. I took a second shot of amyl, and
it slipped a little deeper. Suddenly it felt fine.

Randy got on the bed straddled my face and fed me his cock as he kissed
Lee.  Virgil went behind Lee and popped his organ into Lee's
backside. Horace stood on the bed and got his cock between Randy and Lee's
lips.

Horace's beer can was oozing pre cum big time.  That added to Randy and
Lee's pleasure. I was sucking on Randy's hairy balls and then tongued his
equally hairy ass. I'm not much on rimming, but this was good. I felt randy
shiver when my tongue licked his rosebud, and then pushed it into his
pucker. Randy moaned.

Randy was normally a good playmate, but rather businesslike. He was a
"let's get hard and get off" kind of man.  He was really into this. When I
was fully occupied with Randy's quivering ass, Lee's cock did
something. Actually, I don't know if he did something, or if something
moved in my ass, but I almost passed out it was so good. My ass seemed to
have shrink-wrapped itself on his cock and every movement of his bulbous
cock head was electrifying.

Lee called a time out so we could catch our breath. Randy and the Millers
rotated, but Lee was unwilling to pull out of my ass. At one point, he only
had his cock head and two inches of his shaft in me, but he kept it in.

"I don't want to give you a swollen head Scooter, but you have one hell of
an ass," he said. Horace popped his organ into Lee and got the games going
again. I had Virgil's balls in my mouth as he and Lee sucked on Randy's
cock.

I assumed this would be a replay of the earlier coupling, but it was
different. Lee got more excited as he kissed Virgil. His cock seemed to
enlarge slightly and felt even better. Randy got off the bed and slid his
cock into Horace.  That was a complete success. In some ways it is odd to
have the guys who is fucking you making out with another man as a third guy
fucked him, but it was good.

Eventually Randy fucked Lee as Horace and Virgil made out with Lee. This
made Lee finally shoot off, giving my prostate a spectacular sperm bath. I
shot off and Randy rear loaded Lee as he ejaculated.

The Millers were still fully loaded. "Do you boys ever play with your
selves?" Lee asked.

"You mean suck each other?" Horace asked.

"I mean suck or fuck each other," Lee said in clarification.

"That's a bit personal," Virgil said.

Lee laughed. "I was under the impression everything we've done of the last
hour was personal. I'm pretty sure your personal cocks were in my personal
ass."

The Millers laughed too. "I hadn't thought of things that way," Virgil
said. "We lived together for a long time. There ain't much we haven't
done."

"It has all been good too," Horace added.

"This may sound strange," Lee said, "but, I'd love to watch you boys go at
it hot and heavy. I've never seen twins do it. I know you are not
technically twins, but you are damn close."

"It's embarrassing," Virgil said.

"Shit boys, you've all plugged my ass and made out like it's prom night
with a hot date," Lee replied. Lee could be pretty convincing, especially
since her turned them on so much.

"I'll take Horace's cream in the ass, but he doesn't like mine," Virgil
said.

Lee slowly pulled out of my ass. "I'll volunteer Scooter's hole for your
deposit," Lee said. "He's open for business."

"Damn, his whole is open," Horace, said, "I've never seen up a guy's ass
before!"  Horace and Lee whispered something.  Apparently, my gaping hole
was inspiration for the boys.  They were all revved up, but still fully
loaded. They needed release.

Watching two 250-pound hairballs go at it like bears in-heat should be more
like a National Geographic nature movie than an erotic art film, but the
Millers were good.  They obviously had lots of practice. Those long nights
on the farm let them fully explore all the possibilities. Each knew all the
hot spots and all the ways to ring his brother's chimes.

In some ways, it was pretty. They were affectionate, but driven. Virgil
fucked Horace and toyed with the ass as he used his own precum as
lubricant. His beer can shaped cock was designed for prostate
stimulation. Sometimes he rubbed and caressed his brother's tender gland;
sometimes he used it as a punching bag. Once he treated his cock as a
battering ram at the gates of Troy.

I watched Horace's hole. The Millers were big men, but they had small
assholes. I took a while to get it open. Once Virgil was in, the hole
relaxed. When Virgil pulled his cock all the way out, Horace's ass quivered
in anticipation of the next penetration. Several times, he tried to open
it. Virgil liked to play with the sphincter with his knob. Obviously, the
tight ring stimulated his cock head. I will swear Horace's hole was kissing
the gland as it entered.

Virgil had a four-alarm orgasm, half of which he shot in Horace's ass, and
half he sprayed across his brother's hairy torso. A little later, Horace
collected the semen and used it as lubricant. Horace pounded like a mad
man, then stopped and cooled off. He went to the edge of an orgasm then
pulled back at the last minute.

Lee had me on my hands and knees. We could watch the Millers as he fucked
me. I was really open by now and his monster worked magic every time.

"I'm ready," Horace announced. Lee pulled out of me; Horace came over and
shot his load in my ass. Horace didn't fuck me. My ass remained open after
Lee withdrew, and Horace used my hole for target practice. I felt his warm
man seed splatter in my ass. A few volleys hit the area around the hole,
but most sailed into my rectum.  It was an odd, but exciting feeling.  I
was afraid my ass would close up, but I stayed open for all but the last
few ejaculations. Randy fucked me, shoving Horace's seed deeper. He shot
off immediately.  I could feel it spurting.

Lee took his place. The cum stew in my ass was too much for him too. He had
his second orgasm of the day. We all collapsed on the bed, exhausted. When
I woke the next morning Lee was in my bed, The Millers and Randy had gone
home. I knew the Millers had work to do on the farm.

I went to the bath and when I returned, Lee was up. "Go back to sleep," I
said. "I get up at the crack of dawn.  You can sleep in."

"I'm use to getting to makeup and costuming at ungodly hours," Lee
said. "It's late nights I have trouble with. I've never been able to
understand how movie people can go to night clubs and party."

"I've assumed drugs explain that."

"I'm not a box office draw. I need the work and showing up on time and
knowing my lines is a big part of my appeal," Lee said. "A dependable old
war horse is attractive to many casting agents."

"Is it true what they say about casting couches?"

Lee chuckled. "Maybe if you are a young stud-muffin, but if you are fifty
and shaggy, no one is interested."

"Well, you're hung like Godzilla," I said. "That should count for
something."

"I'm pretty good about keeping my pants zippered," he replied. "I work a
lot but mostly in dusty westerns or gritty type movies. I keep to myself
mostly. I've made a good living. I've known a few men who take the casting
couch approach. As far as I can tell the casting directors who have a
couch, can't produce much real work."

"I made my reputation by being an expendable actor. I can do my bit and get
killed.  I am dependable and have no attitude, no fuss.  They described me
as workmanlike. Eventually my roles got better, and they began to kill me
off later in the movie. By the time I was forty I made it to the end of the
movie alive." We talked for a while.  Lee had relaxed and was talking
freely.

"That was good last night.  Your friends sure know how to let their hair
down," he remarked.

"That's one way to describe it," I said. "I think you inspired them. They
were much more uninhibited."

"I was brought up in a small town in Idaho and my images of gay men were of
effete florists and hairdressers. I was a real turn on for me to be with a
bunch of rednecks going at it hot and heavy. You guys are 100% men and 100%
gay."

"They are the men that I like too."

"You also had a beautiful ass," Lee continued. "Once I was in you opened up
and enjoyed it. I've never taken a long ride like that. Most of my
encounters have been with men who think it's an achievement to take my
cock, or are checking off an item on their bucket list."

"You may have picked up, I am into cocks," I said. "I am a size queen, but
it isn't taking the big ones that turns me on. It's what the big one does
to me that I crave. After a while your meat was fucking my brain."

"My cock felt at home," Lee said. "Do you remember being a kid on a cold,
stormy winter night when your Mom put you to bed under warm blankets? It
was snug, cozy and safe. Your ass was like that, except I was on the edge
of a climax most of the time. Your ass ring was kissing my cock every time
I gave you a good poke. I wish I could do that to Horace, Virgil or Randy."

"Did you see Horace's hole as Virgil poked him? Horace wanted it bad," Lee
continued. "Horace opened up for Virgil just as you opened for me. I want
it just as bad, but I can't open up. Even for Randy, who has to be the best
looking man this side of Tom Selleck, he had to force his way in. It was
wonderful when he got deep, but I couldn't welcome him."

"You are a macho man.  It's hard to overcome a lifetime's of preconceptions
as to what a masculine man is and should do. If the movie goes as
scheduled, you will have a long summer to learn new skills," I said. "I can
tell you from personal experience, practice will help you overcome your
preconceptions."

I was wrong about that. It wasn't a summer; it was a year of filming. They
needed seasonal change and so Airhurst was filmed in each season. Even when
they weren't filming the movie itself, a crew took shots in each season
during rain, sleet, snows and thunder.

Lee was a co-producer as well as an actor. When he said he had made a good
living, he understated the case. He had a nose for real estate, and a taste
for unexpectedly successful movies. Small investments had paid off well,
very well. He ran a tight ship, and knew the other producers and director
well. They shared the same basic approached to movie making and were a
team.

The plan was to do an anti-Gone With the Wind. They wanted it to be
realistic, without the happy darkies faithfully serving their kind masters,
but not demeaning to the slaves or their masters. They wanted to show the
plight of the slaves, without Simon Legree.  Lee thought most cruelty was
due to ignorance and insensitivity, rather than sadism. Heroic men could be
blind. Slaves weren't exactly human. Some we like favorite pets, treated
well, others were beasts of burden.

The urban scenes were to be shot in Richmond and Petersburg where many
Civil War buildings remained. Airhurst provided some of the rural and
plantation scenes, as well as the landscape. Virginia, Maryland and
Pennsylvania share much the same landscape. If you looked east from
Airhurst it was all rolling fields. The Blue Ridge dominated the views to
the west. The farm was half wooded and half fields.

Well before the main filming started, I had a small camera crew in
residence. They did the basic shots establishing the setting. We had a
little problem with modern farm equipment, but that was quickly resolved.
Dale Dittmar, the cameraman, was reasonable and imaginative. He had an
assistant who came for more complicated set ups. The film was to use hand
held cameras so there was less set up than one would expect.

Dittmar also found sites for various scenes. He would find a site for a
particular scene, and then sit down with me and Randy to see if the scene
was workable. We didn't want to destroy the property to do five minutes of
the movie. Randy knew the site like the back of his hand so he could
suggest similar places with easier access.

He also wanted a period garden with non-hybridized plants. The Millers
liked that idea, and while they needed to maintain the hay and cornfields
for their herd, the other gardens could be replanted.

Lee handpicked Dittmar for the project due to his skills as a cameraman. He
had other assets. Lee knew my tastes as well as the men on the farm.
Dittmar was happy in Hollywood, and regarded live in rural Virginia as
exile. Like Lee, he had the sex drive of a bull elephant and soon
discovered the charms of rustic life in the country.