
Chapter 24
Ken


Now 75, Ken devoted his life to law and retired from his law practice at 74. It wasn't that he wanted to retire. But several small strokes and the urging of his son, prompted him to take leave of his profession and enter Carter Manor. It wasn't that he was incapacitated. On the contrary, he still led an active life physically and sexually. A small limp was all that was in evidence after his strokes. In any case, he felt it was time to relax in the sun and enjoy life. 

In his lifetime, he had met many interesting persons. One, in particular, was a German director of gay porno films who had studios in Hamburg and Berlin. Hans and Ken hit it off immediately when they met at a cocktail party celebrating the release of one of Han's new films. As they talked, Ken revealed some of his sexual fantasies. Hans beamed approval and invited him to come to Hamburg and Berlin and watch and participate in his film productions. Jokingly, yet with a hint of seriousness, he added, "I'll even assign a cameraman to you to film you in whatever state of excitement you might be in as you watch the filming. That way, you can come away with a small memento of your passion if only some close ups of you jerking off and shooting. Maybe we could even fit you into whatever filming were shooting." 
"You're joking," Ken replied. "But someday I might take you up on that."
"On the contrary," Hans replied. "I'm quite serious and you might find it very interesting."
Ken thought about that conversation and thought, "Why not take a trip to Germany and look up Hans. The change of scenery might do me some good." 
He began to plan for this trip immediately. Finding Hans' telephone number, he called Berlin to find a convenient time for traveling to Germany. 

Hans was happy to hear from Ken and replied, "You couldn't have called at a more appropriate time. I'm beginning production on 3 new films in another week and you might find them interesting since the cast involves about 10 young studs that seem boundless in their enthusiasm and ability to have sex. Why don't you come and stay with me for a month. I've got plenty of room and you're more than welcome. Besides, I can show you the sights."

Ken was overwhelmed. He agreed and said that he would make plans to leave at the end of the week and would get back to Hans as to the time of departure and arrival in Berlin.

Time passed quickly and Hans met Ken at the airport. They had lunch and afterwards drove to his apartment. 
"You must be tired, Ken! Why not take a nap and we'll plan something for the evening. Tomorrow will be another day and we'll begin shooting some scenes at the studio in the afternoon. Let me show you the bathroom," Hans added.
Ken was keen to napping but was equally keen on napping with Hans if that would be possible. Hans was a handsome man, in his early 60's, gray at the temples and evidencing the savoir-faire of a man of the world. What's more, his tight pants demonstrated a nicely formed cock that Ken would have liked to cuddle up to. Leaving those thoughts for later, he entered the shower and began his bath. Several minutes into his shower, his cock hardened by the thoughts of Hans' naked body in his presence, the fantasy became a reality. Hans opened the shower door and stepped in, his cock throbbing. He embraced Ken with his right arm, kissed him deeply, their tongues entwining. His left hand reached for Ken's cock. Grasping both hard cocks in one hand, Hans began a slow massage. The soaped dicks felt warm in Hans' hand and the proximity of cock on top of cock moving in a gentle and rhythmic massage sent chills through Ken's body. Just before shooting his hot load, Hans bent over and took Ken's hard and throbbing cock into his hot asshole. It wasn't long before Ken's hot load flooded Hans' asshole, both moaning in assent to their mutually shared passion. Afterwards, Hans leaned back against the wall, his cock firmly in hand, and motioned to Ken to kneel before him. Ken knelt and received Hans' hot cock and load into his mouth, gagging at the force of the spurt as it hit the back of his throat. He then sucked him deeply, draining every drop of cum from Ken. They finished showering and lay in the bed naked, arms and legs entwined and slept. 


They had dinner that night, during which Hans introduced Ken to his directing technique. He worked in a large open warehouse in Berlin. The size of the space allowed him to create sets in the warehouse within which the cast worked in a free and open environment. This was important because erections, even for the young were not spontaneous. By allowing the characters in the plot to explore and play within the bounds of the script Hans set up, erections would come and cameramen were always on hand to film the sexual responses. Hans would later take these filmings, edit, and create the plot he wished. He could in these circumstances have six films going simultaneously. Thus, for example, if a plot required six actors, then the six actors would begin sexual play and exploration in the setting. The cameramen, at least three to each set, were constantly filming every aspect of the sexual play. Hans insisted on close-ups in particular. And so he prompted Ken to be spontaneous in his reacting to the filming. He exhorted him to move freely about, fantasize, undress, walk nude, explore his own cock, and enter into the filming as he pleased. The only admonition he gave Ken was to never look directly into the camera. He was to act out his fantasies with himself and with others oblivious to the constant presence of the cameraman that Hans would assign to him alone. It was the cameraman's responsibility to search for angles, close-ups, and positions. 


The next day couldn't come quick enough for Ken. He and Hans drove to the warehouse early the next morning and, already, the cast was improvising scenes. In all, four films were being shot, with as many as six cast involved in each of the scripts. Ken couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the 24 naked, muscular men already in action. Hard cocks, sweaty bodies, sensual stroking, deep-throat sucking, and ass fucking were all in evidence. He noted that Hans worked naked as he directed and it was Hans who urged Ken to get into the action whenever he felt like it. As it was, Ken's cock stood semi-erect from the time he entered the warehouse. He undressed, feeling comfortable naked, and gently stroked his cock as he watched the actions on the four sets. He was almost unaware of the sole cameraman who constantly filmed Ken, whether standing solo, whether stroking his cock, whether massaging his prostate with his finger as he watched actors being fucked. One of Ken's fantasies was to lie inside the circle of a group of masturbating men and have them come simultaneously all over his body as he masturbated to an orgasm himself. On one set, such a scene was in progress. It amounted to a circle jerk, with eight men facing off and jerking their hard cocks passionately. Ken moved into this circle and lay on the floor naked, his cock now very hard, pulsing. 
Above him stood the eight men, their feet aligned with his body. The idea of an older man in this circle of passion seemed to stimulate the young men and the action grew in intensity. So did Ken's hand on his cock in anticipation of the flood of warm sperm that would soon splatter over his body, his face, his eyes, his nose, his mouth, his chin, his breasts, his navel, his cock, his balls, his thighs, his feet. And then the flood came. First one, then the others released the fluids from their pent up passions and spurted their hot cum over Ken's writhing body. The sense of release was electrifying for Ken. The first spurt of hot cum hit his cock and balls and his body arched upward to meet the wet hotness of the fluids splattering over his entire body.
As his body arched to meet this ecstasy, his own cock shot high into the air, accentuated by his screams of relief, "Ohhhh my Godddd!!! Ohhhhh my Godddd! Aaaeeeeeiiiiiii baby!!!!!!! Two of the men in this moment of intense passion, grabbed Ken's ankles and raise his ass high as the last of the octet knelt between his legs and drove his hot cock into Ken's asshole, the sperm gushing in torrents and seeping out onto the sheet on which Ken lay. But there was still more to come. After the intensity of the release ebbed, they all lay near or on Ken's sperm covered body and massaged him gently into a state of nirvana. Ken's only response, other than a smile of repose, was a sigh that eased into gentle and quiet breathing, the breathing of a body in peace with itself and the world.
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Author: Jim Stanley is now 70 years old, a retired senior who enjoys sex tremendously. Fantasy, he feels, is essential to this mix and his stories reflect this. Jim says to all those Wankers out there, go for it. Fantasize and enjoy!!! He would enjoy your reaction to his stories. 
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