Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Porn star

I had this post in draft for awhile now titled "adding to the load count".  Recently, I was browsing some blogs and started to do some deeper dives and came across MindTrip's Starfucker page.  What I saw was a bit of a shock that made me have to change the title of the post.  Then one of the first blogging buddies I had corresponded with posted a thing about fucking a porn star.  I pretty much took that as a sign to finish up this post.

I had the day off and was horny as hell. So, I went back to enjoying being the "new meat" on adam4adam and started browsing the profiles.  Damn, he was hot.  He had a ton of face pics and just one body shot in the pose he favors the most: all fours with his perfect bubble butt in the air.  He's a cute cub type.  Only about 5'6" but nice, compact and muscular.  Goatee and strong masculine features.  I only have two inches on him, but my dick instantly responded to the though of man handling him and tossing him around.

I shot him a message and he wrote back instantly.

"Kinda short on time now, but I'm ready for it.  Already got two loads in me."

"I'm fifteen minutes away.  Want a third load?"

"Yeah, come on over."

And I was at the door fifteen minutes later.  He was different.  A rare breed that was direct and knew what he wanted.  All action.  And since he was so direct, I stood at his doorway and had a hunch that it would be unlocked.  I was right.  I didn't bother ringing the doorbell to announce my arrival.  I just turned the handle and pushed it in.  And there he was in his living room.  All fours.  Ass in the air.  Perpendicular to the door so that he could see who was coming in.  He smiled and then hung his head down, back in position.  I think I passed the inspection.

I made over to the throw that he laid out, already stained from previous guests.  His perfect body drew me in.  Two seconds was just too long to make my way over.  I couldn't get there fast enough.  His perfect bubble ass was even more impressive in person.  And on all fours like that, I could see the outline of his triceps making the perfect bulge and dimple from holding up his upper body.  His broad back was strong and tapered in a bit to his waist.  A body that has been shaped by a gym, but not obsessively so.

By the time I ripped my clothes off me and met him on the throw, my cock was already rock hard and pulsing.  Just a big of lube, just in case.  It totally wasn't needed.  And I slid my cock up his perfect ass.

It was amazing.  Just the perfect amount of resistance.  Not too tight, not too loose.  Just the right amount of pressure that sucked me in after I got the tip in.  And the heat!  It's the heat that I love about fucking a freshly fucked hole.  It's that velvet feel, the slick ease as I drill, and that extra heat from a hot load that was deposited there earlier, kept warm by a bottom's internal oven. 

It's hard to describe.  It was only my second time ever fucking in a loaded hole that wasn't my own juice and both times it was the heat that I remembered most.  In actuality, it's probably not the temperature, but the unique textures that were dancing across my cock in addition to a slight heat.  But it's something really personal.

I've engaged in piss play and it's that same personal temperature that I found unique.  Maybe it's an american obsession with making drinks ice cold, but the moment a stream of piss hits my body, I jerk in the intensity of the heat of the liquid.  It's not something I expect.  And it's a warmth that is totally natural, born from the depths of his core, warmed there and delivered naturally to me.  A part of him is produced and when I've taken it from the tap, fills my core with his heat.

It's something similar with a loaded ass.  Whatever it is, something about cum makes me acutely aware that I'm inside someone.  Really inside someone.  And that load is a reminder of how beautiful the human machine is and what it produces.

The extra cum starts to froth around my cock and around his hole as I'm churning the cum inside him.  I honor his time and don't hold back.  I just fuck until I feel the need to lose my load boil up.  Then I plant it deep, collapsing on top of his back and reaching under to hug him tight.  Love feeling his fuzzy chest as my cock is trying to add as much juice to his hole as it could, twitching inside deep.

When we finally separated, we chatted for a bit.  I was still struck by how beautiful he was and told him so, but he played it off talking about how he's added a few pound that he'd like to shave off his body.  He was looking down on his body and rubbing his belly to call out the offending weight.  I didn't let him get away with that.  I stopped his hands, felt up his body the way I saw him, and pulled him close to a deep kiss that he broke with a smile.

We then chatted about his decorations, which were profuse.  I just didn't know where he store everything afterwards.  It wasn't cluttered at all, just profuse.  And I was struck by how such a hot guy was just so down to earth and nice.

It was that sentiment that was echoed in MindTrip's section on porn stars that made the connection for me.  His pics were familiar, but it was so out of context that I didn't put two and two together.  And then the blurb about him being such a sweet guy just flipped the switch for me.  Funny thing is, I went back to my porn collection and I have a few of his videos.  Funny how that goes.

I recently messaged him from adam4adam.  I fought the urge to let him know I recognize his work.  I just want to be a part of the next gang bang.

5 comments:

CoolTop said...

Wow! Nice! Fantasy come to life, even if you didn't realize it till after.

I've fucked exactly one (1) porn star. He was incredibly hot in the early/mid-90s, and I'd seen him once sitting outside a now-defunct coffee shop in the West Village on a visit up here when I was in grad school, during his heyday. He was hungrily looking up and down the sidewalk, that meaty bullneck twisting his crewcut head to and fro looking for dick, and then, from across the street, he zeroed in on ME, and looked into my face, held my stupefied gaze for a few seconds while my nuts went ZING, and then went back to his scanning. I never forgot the excitement of that.

A decade and a half later I move to Brooklyn and apparently this is where he's from and now lives; he's on some hookup site with pics from his glory days and he hits me up. I had no idea what he looked like any more, but he was all over me and wanted me to unload my nuts in him. I had to take the opportunity, so I ran over. He lived in a decor-encrusted brownstone that seemed more like the kind of place you go to give grandma a lozenge than somewhere you ejaculate inside one of your favorite old porn stars. Very off-putting. He was still pretty muscular but much, much worse for the wear of the preceding decade; his body had otherwise gone to pot and his face was haggard and he really seemed pretty deficient in the head. But he still looked pretty serviceable as a bottom on his stomach. So I mounted him and unloaded in him. Afterward he rambled endlessly and introduced me to his dog, which either had no back legs or was mentally retarded or some crazy thing like that. All in all it was very sad. But I, too, fucked a porn star.

Bruce Chang said...

Nice! Wish it kinda went better though. Of course there are a few porn stars that I remember from my teens that I opulent mind playing with no matter what. Ray Harley and Zak Spears come to mind. The only porn star I remember recognizing was Hank Hightower many years back at the Abbey in West Hollywood back when it was a coffee shop and not a bar, but I was way too timid to do anything. Kinda regret that. I was a pretty big ol' bottom back then and he looked like he would have so done me wrong... In a good way!

Allan Smales said...

I have communicated with a well-known pornstar who has a profile on BBRTS. I even have an open invitation to catch up with him if ever I visit L.A., provided it can be videoed. Unfortunately I live in Australia, with no plans on the horizon to be visiting L.A. in the forseeable future.
Maybe I should be re-thinking my travel plans... ;)

Bruce Chang said...

Yes! And I have to say, LA is a beautiful city... Just sayin'! ;-)

Allan Smales said...

Been to L.A. before, so I know. Anyway... let's wait and see...