Date: Sun, 25 Nov 2007 12:52:24 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
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."