Making a Porn Loop

I was recently reminded of this adventure by someone I was talking to in a completely different context. There are probably a lot of us here who have watched porn, and a few who have emulated it in one way or another. But this is a story of the one time I was in a porn movie. And no, I never got a copy of it - I doubt it was ever released. I am, of course, substituting names for anonymity, but also because I can't remember their names after all these years.

This story contains male-to-male contact. If that's not your cup of tea, please close the page now - my intended audience for this story is not you.

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In the late 80's, porn was a very different business than it is now. There were a few large production companies out there, but none of the really big ones around now. Maybe "Swedish Erotica" and CCC would have counted, but it was still a business very much in the closet, having been illegal not long before (and still illegal in most places, though the cops were starting to look the other way most of the time).

Being a very sexual person with a strong tendency toward exhibitionism, after much thought as to the safety and potential profitability and having what I considered a passable physique, I once responded to an ad for 'actors' in a porn film. We didn't have the internet then, so the word was passed in small circulation 'newspapers' and such back then, and because there was an enormous cluster of vending machines for those near the building I worked in (working downtown has always been an interesting blend of good and bad), I stopped by there one day and grabbed one of the larger and more prominent ones and took it home.

The ads were mostly pretty damn crude - like Craigslist was, I guess, but not as direct, as the Vice Squad might take interest (it was still illegal to make porn then, and raids often shut down productions), and photos cost more to publish. But if you wanted to, you could take the time to figure out the codes, and I spotted three ads for 'actors' in porn. There were, of course, at least ten times as many ads for women, and I looked to see if any of those were for the same address as the ones for men. I found one that was, and decided to contact them first.

So I sent them a letter, with a copy of their ad attached, and a full body polaroid (yes, photography was as primitive and controlled then - if you took 'naughty' photos and had them developed by the usual means, you'd get a knock on the door from the vice squad), and told them I was interested in film work.

And I waited.

It took over a week to get a reply, and it was a carefully phrased form letter, telling me that if I was interested in an audition, I should be at a certain cheap hotel in Chula Vista at a certain date and time, and to page them when I arrived.

Well, damn. I hadn't the faintest idea how to page anyone. There used to be a joke that said that the definition of a cockeyed optimist was a trombonist with a pager, and I actually do play trombone. I had three days to find out how, and without just giving up. Pagers were for those with the need to be called any time, and I was not (and am not) such a person. I didn't get a cell phone until 2016. But at work the next day I noticed that a co-worker had a pager and I asked him how they worked. I mean, the technological concept is not complex at all, but... he was more than happy to show off his status symbol and brag about how easy it was to be in constant demand. I never saw him use it, or heard it go off in all of the time we worked in the same building, but ... who knows - maybe he did porn or something in his off hours.

So that Thursday night after work I got out my Thomas Brothers (a map book on paper of all things), drove down to Chula Vista and found the hotel. It was next to the freeway, but not nearly as dingy and dumpy as some places I'd stayed at when I was in college touring with a rock band. I went to the lobby, found the courtesy phone and called the pager number. A few minutes later, a tired looking desk clerk called my name, gave me the once over (he undoubtedly knew what was going down), and handed me the desk phone. There, I talked to a voice that asked if I was "Fred" (the name I'd used in the letter), and told me what room number and gave directions. When I handed the phone back, the desk clerk didn't quite smirk, but he did tell me to have fun.

I made my way back to the room, getting more and more nervous by the moment. Yeah, it was a fantasy beginning to come true, but it was still a new enough experience that I had to rely on my training to keep from just cutting and running. What if it was really creepy, or dangerous, or skeezy, or a ripoff, or...?

But when I got to the room, the door was open, and there were a couple of guys sitting around watching CNN on the boob tube (to which they had attached a VCR - that was still possible back then in some hotels), and when I got to the door one of them said "Fred?"

"Yes?"

"Hi, I'm Mike" he said, and gestured me into the room. He was a stocky guy, medium height, unremarkable looks. "I'm the cameraman."

The other guy lifted himself off of the couch and came to the door. He was a short black guy with a bad leg and a big smile. "Hi - I'm Tony, the director. I wasn't sure if you were gonna make it."

"Does that happen a lot?"

They looked at each other. "All the time. We've had two no-shows already today."

Then they gave me an obvious once-over. Since I'd gotten out of the navy I'd let my hair grow and stopped shaving - ten years of being on the Admiral's Staff, which meant always being under a magnifying glass, had left me feeling more than a little bit rebellious, so by the time of the audition my hair was down to my shoulder blades and I had a full beard. Not bushy or frizzy like so many you see now - I kept it trimmed and conditioned - but still significant. I was wearing slacks and a short-sleeved shirt, but no underwear. The first were normal audition wear (I have a theater background, and might have stuck with it had I not known so may great actors who were living on scraps), the second was not, but I've always been told to dress for the producer.

"So - tell me about yourself" said Tony, while Mike turned the camera on and focused it on Tony and me.

"Ummm... I'm a local. Work downtown in an office job. Navy vet - spent some time in the Gulf. Try to stay in shape without being obsessive about it..."

"Those are nice, but not really on target" said Tony. "What do you do that fits our business?"

"Oh! Well, I've done a couple of years at the Old Globe, mostly as a bit player, seven seasons in Rep, a few student films, I speak well, and I have a big dick."

That got a laugh from both of them.

"Well, that last is very nice, but we haven't had many real actors here. I think we'll call you ... Jesse, for the Jesus look." said Tony.

And that got a laugh from me. "I never thought of it that way. I was just tired of personnel inspection every day."

"Nah - it's an all right look" said Mike, "we can work with it."

Tony asked me a few more questions about my schedule, my acting background and my hobbies in general, probably to make sure I was comfortable on camera. Then got to business.

"What are you comfortable with doing sexually?"

"Ummm... the vanilla stuff, of course. Nothing involving pain or humiliation or too messy. But I'm pretty flexible."

"How about gay stuff?"

"Ah. I'm kind of bi. I love women, of course, but a nice big cock can always be fun. But anal just ... doesn't do it for me."

"But you'll suck cock?"

"Yes. That can be fun. I just ... if I want assholes, I'll turn on C-SPAN."

"Not even with women?"

"Just not a thing I like. Mr. Happy gets very sad."

"OK." Tony didn't seem to be judging at all - just determining my limits. "Can we meet Mr. Happy now?"

I was ready for that, and not ready for it.

"Ummmm..."

Mike reached over and turned on the TV and the VCR, and a straight porn film lit up the screen. Not one I'd seen before, but enough that I could focus on it and not them. "Just take off your clothes and get hard" said Tony. We don't need a strip-tease - just to see your body, and if you can get a hard-on."

"A lot of guys can't" added Mike.

So I took my clothes, off, starting with the shoes, did a slow turn for the camera when Mike asked, and watched the screen and stroked a bit until my cock got hard. He got a good close-up from a couple of angles, and then said "Thanks - you can get dressed now."

"We'll call you when we get everything set up" said Tony. You'll need a copy of your I.D. and a doctor's certificate when we call you, so you should probably get that out of the way as soon as you can."

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A week later, I got a phone call (thank goodness they just said it was 'from work' or my roomie would have had kittens) telling me to be at a certain hotel in Mission Valley at a certain time. And don't forget my paperwork!

I wore baggy slacks and an aloha shirt, figuring they would be easier to remove, and got to the hotel ten minutes early, but spent a couple of those minutes sitting in the car, breathing deeply to calm myself. This would be the real thing, and I hadn't felt this nervous since my first date. "Just play the scene" I told myself. "Concentrate on what you're doing and everything will be fine, and it could be a lot of fun."

The phone call had given me the room number, so I checked the hotel directory. The room overlooked the golf course next door, so there was little chance of peekers wondering what all of the camera and lighting gear was for.

When I arrived at the room the door was once again open, and I could see Mike and Tony already there, setting up cameras and lights. Two cameras on tripods, and four lighting stands - not really very much, but the stage was also small - a twin-sized mattress. One side of the room was dominated by the bed and on the opposite wall next to the TV was a folding card table set up with snacks. The room's dresser was covered with paperwork and props and scraps of clothing - maybe costumes for the actress? As I greeted Mike and Tony and gave them my paperwork (which Tony looked over very carefully before putting it into a folder), a woman came into the room.

She was cute. Medium brown hair, but not mousy, down to her shoulders. A nice, trim figure, decent B to C cup tits and a good smile. She'd apparently worked with the film crew before, as she gave each a hug and greeted them by name.

"How are you doing, guys? And who's this?"

"This is Jesse" said Tony - he's one of the guys who'll be working with you tonight."

She looked me over as I took her hand and pressed it lightly. "Pleased to meet you" I said. What was the proper protocol for meeting a porn actress you were going to fuck?

"Hi there! I'm Heather" she said. "I don't think I've met you before."

"This is Jesse's first time" said Tony.

"A little bit nervous?"

"A little bit, yes."

"Don't be - Tony is a good director." she said to me and then turned to Tony. "We have a problem. Visited my doctor today, and I have a yeast infection."

"Oh, for fuck's sake..."

Just then another guy came into the room. Maybe 6 or 7 years older than me, kind of skinny, short, sandy hair receding a little bit. Nothing special personified. He apparently also knew Tony and Heather, as he greeted them both by name, and got a little hug from Heather.

"How you doing?" he asked, and Tony just shook his head and Heather said "Yeast infection."

"Oh, man..."

"Yeah" said Tony. "So I guess the scene will be all oral. You OK with that?"

We all looked at each other and shrugged. "A gig is a gig" I said, and Heather laughed a little and said "I thought this was your first time!"

"It is, but I also work as a musician."

"Your first time?" asked the new guy.

"Yeah."

"Sorry it's not more ... what you were probably expecting. But we'll have fun. I'm Bruce."

"Jesse."

We looked at Tony, who said "We're waiting for out star to show up, but until then let's talk about the setup. We'll start with Bruce and Jesse hanging out and talking and maybe jacking off, and then Heather will come in and like what she sees, and blow them. Then maybe she'll dare one of you to blow the other, and when that happens, our star will come in" he looked at his watch "he's always late. Anyway, he'll come in and see that and want some of it, so all three of you will take turns blowing him and each other. Does that work?"

"Sounds straightforward enough" I said, and the others nodded.

Then we three 'actors' went over to the food table to get better acquainted and get some energy for the scene. Apparently sugary junk food was commonplace at porn shoots, and Bruce had done a half dozen shoots, while Heather had done a few dozen. Things were going pretty well, and I was getting ... ready when there was a knock at the door.

Mike answered the door, and a man walked in. Probably somewhere around 30 - my age, plus or minus a couple of years - six feet tall and a muscular sort of thin - a runner's build - and black, with an attitude that I caught at first glance. He was a Porn Star and he knew it, and wanted everyone else to know it. I could see a large bulge in his pants, and thought about what it would be like to blow him.

Some did know. Heather took one look at him, turned to Tony and said "No fucking way! I'm not gonna work with that asshole!" And then she crossed her arms and just glared.

The star, to his credit, took one look at the situation, said "That's fine with me - I don't need her shit at all." and walked out of the door.

We all turned to look at Tony, who had just had the rug pulled out from under him.

"Ummmm... yeah. So I guess we're back to a standard threesome. Uh - Bruce and Heather, you'll be in bed when you come in, Jesse. We'll just improvise, and see what we can do." He looked more than a bit upset about losing his star and having his ideas fall apart, but he was willing to at least try to make something out of it.

Heather and Bruce removed most of their clothes and I backed into the corner behind the camera. Heather had a very nice body indeed, and I was sad to know I wouldn't be allowed to fuck her or even eat that nicely trimmed beaver. Bruce was... all right, but nothing to write home about, as they say (though I knew I'd never tell my folks about this). I watched for a while as Mike set up the camera and adjusted a few lights and reflectors.

"OK - Bruce and Heather, strip 'em off and get in bed - with blankets - and start to fool around." said Tony. "Nothing serious yet. Keep the blankets low enough we can see her tits. Once we get the mood established, Jesse you come in. Just ... Fake a reason, and we'll improvise. If something works out, we'll use it. If not, we'll stop and work something out."

So they got into bed and started out chatting and caressing each other, leading to kissing and running (him being very careful to avoid getting too close to her pussy) and Tony had them stop a few times and then re-start to get better angles or to change lights around. It was all so work-like that I didn't even get much of a hard-on from it.

After about ten minutes of this, Tony waved me over. "OK - this time just walk in, like you were expected, and let's see what happens."

He started them up again and than signaled me, so I walked into frame and said "Hey - guys - the door was open so I just came in. Hope you don't mind!"

"We were hoping you'd come by!" improvised Bruce, and Heather threw the blankets aside and patted the bed next to her. "Come join us!"

So I stripped off my clothes (having already removed my shoes) and climbed in with them. Heather gave me a nice, sensual kiss, which was very nice, and them Bruce also did, which was kind of strange (I'll suck cock all day, but kissing guys still does nothing for me), and we switched back and forth with that for a while, occasionally stopping for the camera to re-set and occasionally getting some direction from Tony ("We'll just replace the sound track with music - don't worry about it") until Tony said he had enough of that kind of footage.

Then we switched around again, and I laid on my back and played with Heather's hair and tits, kissing and licking and fondling. That got me hard as a rock, and Bruce went down on me, licking and sucking. It probably looked good on camera, but I'd had better - much better, so it kept me hard and all, but was nowhere near getting me off.

Then we traded places, and Bruce came up with a mouth tasking of pre-cum and kissed me and the three of us shared the taste and I went down and sucked on him from several angles for ten or so minutes. I t was OK, but not great - his cock was mostly but not entirely hard and was only about six inches and kind of thin. That made it easy for me to take it all in my mouth and to use several variations I'd seen or felt over the years, and when I did some things he got very hard, but nowhere near climax. Being able to look up at heather's pussy kept me in the game, as she was very cute, and I wanted to pass this audition and get a chance at her once she was feeling better. Even with a yeast infection she smelled good enough to eat, and I still got to play with her firm, bouncy tits.

Then Tony had us take a break and asked ho we were doing, and while it wasn't what I'd had in mind, it was still good, and the others seemed to feel the same way. So Tony handed me a condom and told me it was time to do the next step.

I put it on and we got back in bed and went back to what we'd been doing before, until Heather cued a line, Bruce got up on his hands and knees and I got behind him.

And went mostly soft.

I squeezed it to make it as hard as I could end put it up to his ass and pushed the head in, and Mark got a good shot of that, and Tony had us fake it for a while with me pushing back and forth, and there was enough it and I'm thick enough that it looked like I was fucking him, but I really wasn't.

Heather asked what the problem was and Tony told her "He's not gay" which got a look of sympathy from her, and she and I kissed and I sucked on her tits enough to keep me half-hard enough to get Tony the simulation footage he wanted, but it wasn't great.

And then Bruce came. No warning, no camera setup, no nothing. Left a wet spot on the bed and an embarrassed look on his face. He'd been jerking off while I 'fucked' him, and I guess he was enjoying it more than I was.

Tony was not happy.

Mark was not happy.

Bruce was not happy.

So Mark got a quick shot of the wet spot while it was still gooey, and then Tony faked a reaction shot from Bruce and a face shot from me pretending to cum, and we took another break.

Then we went back to work, and they both sucked me until I came (not as much as usual, especially after more than an hour of being aroused), and they thanked me for my work, and Bruce apologized and Heather said she hoped to work with me again and I went home.

And I never heard from them again.

And that, to me, is what "Porn Actor" means to me brings to mind now. About 2 ½ hours of work for maybe 15 minutes of usable film, ending in mostly frustration.

You didn't find this erotic? Either did I. If you want erotic, go out and have some fun. Don't find a movie set. You wanna do porn? Do it at home with someone you like. It'll be a lot more fun.