The Porn Star

I’ve worked hard all my life beginning at the age of 10 with a paper route.  My work ethic, instilled by my parents was to work hard and save money.  I owe a lot of thanks to my parents because at my age I am what most would consider comfortably well off.  I’ve also had the great fortune to be at the right place at the right time with my career. How can you complain when, on the company dime, you’ve been able to visit every state in the Union and over 50 different countries?

If you are following this blog you have already caught onto the fact that I have a voracious sexual appetite.  Sex is on my mind whether I’m awake of sleeping and masturbating is rarely what I wish to do.  I prefer a warm mouth and/or a tight hole.  Years ago, we didn’t have the internet or aps so we did what we could do.  I long for the days when the bar scene was it.  A dingy bar smelling of beer and men…. last call that first kiss of another man who has the same beer breath as you which, in my case, usually resulted in some hot passionate fucking.

I often found myself in places where bars/bookstores weren’t an option.  However, there was this thing called a newspaper and you could find ads/personals and reach out via phone.  Since finances have never been an issue for me I often treated (and still treat) myself to one (or more) porn star. 

The very first adventure was with this cute hot porn star “Jon King.”  While he was cute he was a masculine dude with a hot body/soccer player build and an ass I wanted wrapped around my cock really bad.  We spoke on the phone and immediately connected.  Sorry if I’m repeating myself but guys, and girls, go crazy for my voice.  As I described myself he said if I lived up to my description he wouldn’t charge me a dime.  A time was set and that was that.

A few hours later I found myself in the Silver Lake section of Los Angeles.  Driving up it appeared to be a section that was frozen in the 70’s which kind of appealed to me.  I always love the knot in my stomach when beginning an adventure.  A knot that I get to this very day.  When I pulled up to his house I was kind of surprised and ok a little disappointed to see how disheveled it was.  However, once he answered the door all of that melted away.  His pictures and movies didn’t do him justice.  He was much hotter in person.  He had on a tight t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off, and tight blue jeans and he was barefooted.  It took us about 2 months to dispense with pleasantries and settle into his sofa where a long make out session began.  If the outside was disheveled the inside looked like a bomb went off and he had an odd collection of caged birds…. big fucking birds that made all kinds of noises. 

He asked if I wanted to head to his room and I told him know.  I insisted he get on his knees and take my cock out without using his hands.  He slid down and looked up at me with an evil puppy dog grin.  Once he hauled it out he looked up and said “no charge.”  And so, it began.  He wanted me naked and I told him to shut the fuck up and blow me for a while…. instructed him to wash my balls with his tongue….and repeat.  That lasted for a good 45 minutes or so and then I stood up and undressed him.  I wanted to see this porn star naked.  And FUCK was he delicious.  We made out for a little more…. I wanted to taste every inch of him so I did.  Oh, you’ll find one of my “things” is armpits…. not rank…. just sweaty and I dove into his.  I had asked him to be clean so we could enjoy ourselves and he did not disappoint.  He had a nice dick but that wasn’t on my agenda.  What WAS on my agenda was his ass.  I’d seen it on camera and I intended to eat it for a very very long time.  And that I did.  To this day I’m not sure if I’ve eaten another ass that tasted so good.  Five minutes into ass eating he was begging me to fuck him but I was nowhere near done eating him.  He also said he was nervous because my cock was so big (his words not mine).  My cock is above average in length but what hurts is its girth and thickness and when we got to fucking he was no exception.  He pushed me out numerous times until I found my popper bottle and locked it under his nostrils until I was pushing past his second ring with my tongue down his throat.

Then I did what most guys can’t believe until they experience it.  I made him cum hands free.  He was almost crying it felt that good.  I didn’t stop because he had lots of cum and I fucked it out of him for a half hour and then I bred him.

We both had a mutually satisfying experience.  He called me nonstop for the next 5 days.  I felt bad because I believer he had a little puppy love but I was moving onto my next conquest.

In memory of Jon King.....