Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2013 18:55:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Zipper Studio 2

Zipper 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

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Charlie wasn't a virgin.  When I came to know him, Charlie wasn't at all
what I thought he was. He was a retired aeronautical engineer.  He was
almost divorced.  His wife was in mental institution and most of his assets
were frozen, so he was living modestly. His work for the Studio was a
hobby. He thought of it as a nice break in his routine.

When he had a chance to play, he went at it with a vengeance. He liked to
work in a lot a sex when he had a chance. Somehow, he was both businesslike
in his approach, but also effective. I knew he was after my ass. He was
bigger than I was use too, but by the time his cock popped through my
sphincter, I was more than willing.

I don't know how he did it, but I wanted it.  In general, I didn't mind
being fucked, but it wasn't particularly exciting. Sucking turned me on.
Charlie eventually had my legs on his shoulders and then he tested my hole.
He pushed hard and his bloated knob popped in. I felt a twinge of pain and
then I took a trip to the moon. He pushed deep, then withdrew and rubbed
his knob against my prostate. I didn't know anything could feel that good.
I couldn't breathe, but I didn't care. It was that good.

While Charlie was enjoying himself, he knew he was hitting a good place for
me and he returned to it often. Charlie possessed a long fuse, and he
didn't lose interest. It was almost too much for me. Luckily, his balls
were full and they weren't in the mood to wait. Charlie began to moan, and
then it felt like a fire hose let loose in my ass.  His sperm now joined
his cock filling my ass.  This was too much for me.  My cock all but
exploded.

He didn't pull out.  His cock twitched as he slowly lost his erection. I
relaxed as his shrinking cock reduced the pressure on my prostate.  It
still felt good.  He slowly pulled out and I could feel his knob as he
withdrew.

I don't know when Charlie left. I fell asleep as soon as his cock left my
ass. I slept well.  The next day, I went to school and discovered Larry was
in my class.  In the afternoon, we worked on Oscar's video. There had been
changes since our practice session. Larry and Tan were still the innocent
boys.  Charlie was the kind older man, but I was the bad boy who would
learn the error of his ways by intense anal therapy administrated by
Charlie's cock. I had become the co-star.

That was a considerable step up for me.  Larry was the other rising star.
He was excited and pleased. The shooting session was to be that evening, so
Larry came to my room and we talked.  His mother had almost been a major
movie star. His father was a successful businessman.  Larry was an
afterthought.  I got the impression his mother rather liked him. The
housekeeper liked him a lot. Larry wasn't the son his father wanted. Larry
was All-American boy, handsome and personable. For most people, he would
have been the perfect child.  Larry thought I was an old guy, but Charlie
turned him on.  I think he liked the idea of sex with Santa.

Reading between the lines, I don't think Larry had been too fussy in his
selection of sexual partners. I hate to play psychologist, but I think he
wanted affection and was willing to take anything he got. He liked being
with the old codgers like Oscar, Joe, Moe and Charlie. They were stable and
dependable. Larry was well off; he had trust funds. It seemed he attracted
takers. Older men from the Studio liked him and they were willing to give.

We had dinner at the hacienda, and then went to the shoot.  It started with
Larry and Lance. Lance told Larry the tricks of making things look
rough. Larry only had to pretend it hurt. It started with oral and then
moved to anal.

It took a few tries to get it right. Larry liked Lance's cock and the
second it popped through his sphincter he started to moan.  It took four
takes to get it right.  Larry didn't object to multiple penetrations.  I
was next in line.  Luckily, my cock was thicker than Lance's and it was
less pleasurable.  I could tell that less pleasurable wasn't the same as
not pleasurable.

I had fucked Larry before, but I had never fucked a cum-filled ass
before. That was good for me, really good. We were supposed to go for ten
or twelve minutes, but I wasn't sure I could hold off that long.  Larry's
ass was warm and juicy.  My cock was having a vacation in a hot a steamy
tropical paradise.  Larry tried to pretend it hurt, but he couldn't hold
out for long. He began to moan.

I was doing well until Larry had a hands free orgasm and sprayed his load
across his torso. His twitching ass clutched at my cock.  I climaxed.  I
pulled out and shot at his hole. I remembered that Joe wanted me to push
the semen into his ass.  That was good too.  Even though Larry has just
shot off, his ass caressed my knob as I pushed it in.

I thought Joe would be disappointed in the scene. We hadn't kept to the
script. It was supposed to be unpleasant rough sex, but we had obviously
enjoyed it.

"Don't worry Ned. The first rule of gay movies is to remember it's sex, not
drama," Joe said. "Good sex makes for a great movie. All sex is good."

"I did what I could, but I got carried away," I said.

"Carried away is good too," Joe said. "No one wants lackluster sex. You
watch porn to be turned on, not to ponder life and its
discontents. Remember we will do most of our work in the cutting room.  We
can turn the rough takes into anything we want. We rearrange it as we want,
add some scary music and special effects, and we can have a horror vid. If
we add new age music it can be a new version of Pollyanna."

"I was afraid I disappointed you," I said.

"As long as you get hard, you can't disappoint me!" he replied.  That
certainly cleared up things with me. We had the next day off. Charlie was
busy.  I had some reading to do for my class, so I had a quiet day.  I
hadn't done much reading and had bad memories of high school English
class. I seemed to have grown up and I liked a quiet afternoon reading.

At dinner, Joe and Moe had a guest, a man named Franklin. He struck me as
an old time, Southern gentleman, complete with an accent and white suit. I
ate with them and he was a character. I had a hard time getting rid of the
image of Jed from the Beverly Hillbillies mixed with Col. Saunders. He was
funny and full of stories.

Joe asked me to take him to see my shower. "Franklin needs to see a proper
setting for an orgy," Joe explained. I agreed.

"Ned, I assume you like doing this porn stuff?" Franklin asked as we walked
to my room.

"Well, it beats digging ditches.  I planned to become a movie star," I
said. "That didn't work out."

"Why was that?" he asked.

"I think having no talent had something to do with it. That combined with
being a bit lazy," I said. "I wanted the easy way to fame and fortune."

"You are now planning to become a porn star?"

"I am trying to dig myself out of the hole I dug for myself," I said. "I'm
taking some classes and I hope something will click. The Studio pays well."

"As a porn star, how do you get it up?" he asked in a whisper. "I know how
you get it up in general, but how do you get it up on demand? I would like
to join in, but I'm afraid I might not be able to do it."

"Good attitude is all!" I said. "The first time I was in a porn movie I
wasn't sure about it either, but my cock seemed to like it."

"Well, I'm not worried about my cock!" Franklin said. "It's always had a
mind of its own."

"I take it you like to take a trip to the wild side from time to time?" I
asked.

"I'm a county judge," he said.  "You know the type, a big fish in a very
small pond. At home, it's not possible to sneeze without it being
front-page news.  I had a buddy in school, Clem.  We were in the army
together and we discovered the joys of man sex. He's a deputy in the
sheriff's office.  We can play without anyone being suspicious. If this
thing works out, he'll be joining us."

"I want to be in an orgy. Clem and I have done just about everything two
men can do. We want to do more," Franklin continued. "I want a get naked
and let it all hang-out orgy, one that might curl a Roman Emperor's hair."
We were at my room so we went in and I showed him the shower.

"Is there a scenario or plot yet?" I asked.

"I was thinking about naked men having sex, and hadn't got any further,"
Franklin said.

Mandingo walked in the room. "My shower's still not working, can I use
yours?" he asked. Then he saw Franklin.  "Oh, you have company, I can come
back later."  Mandingo was wearing bikini briefs and he carried a towel.
He looked impressive.

"Don't worry about me," Franklin said. "I'm leaving."

"We could save some water if we all shower together," I said. "We are a
friendly group here."

"That's fine with me," Mandingo said.  He stripped off his briefs, went to
the shower and turned on the water.  I began to unbutton my shirt. Franklin
winked at me. I joined Mandingo in the shower. A minute later Franklin was
in the room.

Mandingo looked at Franklin's cock.  "Damn good for a white man," he
said. We all laughed. I assumed Franklin wasn't use to showering with a
black man, but Mandingo had made points by complimenting Franklin's cock.

"Are you really named Mandingo?" Franklin asked.

"That my nom-de-prick," Franklin said. "Who would want to see a black stud
named John Elliot Walters. Joe picked the name."

"Do you have a stage name yet?" Franklin asked of me.

"Not yet; he likes his names graphic. I'm afraid it will be something like
Dick Hardesty or Rodger Rodman," I said. Franklin was staring at Mandingo's
cock.  Mandingo reached out and fondled Franklin's meat. Franklin's cock
responded.

I would hate to think of myself as a trashy gay guy, but Franklin became
more attractive as his cock grew. As it became more impressive, I felt a
tingling in my cock, and in my ass.  The ass tingle was new. Like most men,
my cock responded to anything that could be interpreted as sexual. My ass
was more reserved. Mandingo and Franklin both looked good. Mandingo was
longer and had low hanging balls, Franklin's organ was thicker, and his
balls were potato sized.

"I seem to playing with the big boys," I said.

"Do you have some pals who can take that in the ass?" Mandingo asked. He
fondled Franklin's hefty balls. "You must shoot cream by the quart!"

"My pal Clem is use to it. I've worn a grove in his backside," Franklin
said. He reached out to touch Franklin's cock.  I could tell he was uneasy.
When his finger touched it, he looked relieved.

"It doesn't bite," Mandingo said. He was smiling.

"I feel stupid," Franklin said.  "I've never been with a black man before."
Mandingo stroked Franklin's cock and Franklin climaxed.  It was a complete,
ball draining, four-alarm orgasm. Franklin apologized. He was embarrassed
and apologized.

"You shoot a good one," Mandingo said. "That why we're here!"  Franklin
left the shower, dressed and left.

"He's got it bad," Mandingo said.

"What do you mean?"

"He come from a place where being civil to a black man is a sin.  I bet
getting naked with a black man is beyond the pale," Mandingo said. "Not
only did he get naked, but it was clear he was turned on. That doesn't
happen to nice, white gentlemen from good families. Showing hard was one
thing; shooting you load was another. I'm afraid Joe may have lost a
customer."

"Well, Franklin can pick and chose those who he wants in the video," I
said.

"That not the problem. We know Franklin's secret," Mandingo explained. "I
bet that is too much for him."

The next day, I went to class in the morning and returned to the Studio to
do the scene with Charlie.  Oscar couldn't be there that day, so Joe worked
another little Cock Opera into the schedule.  They needed some extras and
Joe asked me to help out. This was what Joe called a Q &D, or a quick and
dirty. An eccentric millionaire wanted it as a birthday gift to his
partner. It was his partner's 40th birthday and he was depressed at the
prospects of being over the hill. There was no plot.  The scene was to have
a few older men having a great time with some younger men.  Joe named the
epic, Daddy Know Best.  Charlie, Ellery and Rusty were to be the older men;
Larry, Juan and Tan were the younger ones.

The "plot" was to be set at a fancy party around a pool. The old codgers
were to inspire lust in the pool boy, waiters and the cook and a grand time
was to be had by all. Lance, Raoul and I were guests at the party. We also
provided extra cocks. They could edit our cocks into the action if the
leading men's organs were in shadow, or not quite hard enough.  Moe was the
editor and he was good. 95% of the people who saw the movie wouldn't guess
it was so heavily edited.

We had three cameramen and it was confused shoot. Larry was good, he went
for Ellery and got the ball rolling, but things didn't catch fire until Joe
striped down and joined in. Juan went for him and Charlie took care of
Tan. Tan was small and almost delicate. I wondered how he would deal with
Charlie's fireplug. I didn't need to worry. Tan was fine.

Raoul joined Juan and Joe. Juan didn't bottom and Raoul was to take care of
any anal eventualities. Watching all the sex got me going so I went over to
Rusty. Rusty had a hangdog look, suitable for a sidekick in an old western
movie. His cock could play the role of a rattlesnake if needed. It was long
and had a big head.

I had briefly met Rusty before. He was a bland, average Joe kind of man. He
was hard to talk to; he wasn't a conversationalist. I went to him, dropped
to my knees and tried to swallow his cock. The second my lips touched his
cock, Rusty became Mr. Charm. "You got it baby! That's it, make daddy feel
good!" he cried. I had once seen a porn movie when the actor was reading
the comments from a prompter. Rusty's comments were heartfelt. I felt
appreciated.

Rusty's cock was a surprise too. I started to swallow it, and soon the
entire organ was down my gullet. I took it all and could breathe
too. Rusty's cock drooped even when he was fully erect. It matched the
curve of my throat.

One of the cameramen was near and he filmed it. Rusty liked it when I just
took his knob.  When I swallowed the whole thing, he became even more
enthusiastic. I was afraid it might just be a fluke, but his cock and my
throat were a perfect fit. When I swallowed, Rusty moaned.  Rusty didn't
last long.  "I'm going to shoot!" he cried. I pulled away. Joe liked to see
orgasms as often as possible. Rusty shot a few volleys into my mouth and
then I swallowed his spewing cock again.  You could see his shooting, but
he twitched and bellowed with each ejaculation.

He finally stopped shooting and I pulled off again.  My mouth was full of
his spunk, so I coated his cock with what drooled from my mouth and then I
licked it up again. Damn, if that didn't make Rusty shoot off again. I'm
not much of a sperm man, but somehow, Rusty's home brew really hit the
spot. Rusty and kissed a while and Rusty thanked me.

"I thought I knew all the tricks of the trade. You are a wonder," he
said. Joe called me over to work with Ellery. Ellery and Charlie were about
the same age. Ellery was a bottom, and that suited me fine. I was fully
loaded and a warm ass would hit the spot. Ellery was in a good mood and
accommodating.

His ass was a bit tight, but once I popped the sphincter, all was
well. Once I was in it was so nice I took my time.  His ass was warm and
firm.  As I thrust gently into his ass, he tried to grip my cock with his
sphincter. My cock was much harder than his ass, so he lost the battle, but
I felt good.  As we had a nice, quiet time, Charlie was fucking Lance like
a stream locomotive.

Juan was sidelined, since he wasn't into anal. He was an attractive, small,
muscular stud muffin. He wasn't a virgin but he was still feeling his way.
Like many small men, he was macho, and I think taking it in the ass was too
unmanly. He also liked sex and didn't like being on the sidelines. He fed
Ellery his cock and then began so sixty-nine.  I was still fucking, so Juan
had an up close and personal look at my cock. He seemed to like that.

Since there was no real plot, we all just played around and hand fun.  I
went off to bed at 10:00. I was tired. As I drifted off to sleep, I
realized I had a good time at the shoot. This was a surprise, since I had
enjoyed the men who least attracted me. Rusty and Ellery weren't the stud
muffins I liked, but the sex had been good and exciting. It also was more
uninhibited. I wonder if the sex was good because I wasn't trying to make
an impression. When I woke the next day, I felt good. Joe complimented me
on my acting abilities. "Our takes with you and Rusty were great," he said.

"I'm afraid I wasn't acting," I said. "I just got carried away. I relaxed
and my balls and cock took control."

"You don't need to admit that," Joe said with a smile. "I've sometimes
wondered if Marlon Brando's balls were a better actor than he was!" Oscar
was still away so I had the day off until noon.

Mandingo and Raoul came to my room with Franklin and Clem. Franklin had
flown home, picked up Clem and returned. I had thought the idea of sex with
Mandingo had scared Franklin away. Apparently, it was quite the opposite.

"Our friend he has decided a little dark meat would be fun," Mandingo
said. "I figured a little salsa would be nice too."

Franklin looked uneasy.  "I wouldn't put it that way," he said.

"Relax, making fantasies real is what we do here," I said. I think most men
come here to do or watch things they have dreamed and fantasized about, but
never had the nerve to do.