Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2014 14:41:38 -0400
From: BigBadJon BigBadJon <thebigbadjon@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Joy of Making Porn

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With his ankles on my shoulders and his knees bent so that his hole is
totally open to my view, I drag my hard cock over the swollen damp petals
of his rose, teasing him to a new heightened sense of eroticism as he waits
to feel me press my cock into him.  I know he is no longer the virgin he
claimed to be, as Ken had just pulled out of him after injecting his hot
cum into him. Ken likes anal virgins on his website, and I get to video
each deflowering, from foreplay to orgasm, because that it what I do for a
living.  I have videoed guys fucking and sucking for some of the biggest
adult video companies outside Los Angeles. Needless to say, I love my job.

Sometimes Ken takes it slow and eases his rampant manhood into the co-star,
nice and easy, eliciting those low guttural sounds we all made when we lost
our cherry to a talented partner.  I make sure to catch the facial
expressions of mild pain followed by intense pleasure as Ken's cock brushes
heavily across the no longer virgin but very tender prostate.  The look
quickly changes from discomfort to pleasure, from fear to resignation, as
their virginity is gone in an instant and they experience all the
sensations of a new lover hilted several inches inside them for the first
time. Some pull away, while others impale themselves willingly on the saber
of the man who has just vanquished them by pushing his hips forcefully
toward them as he penetrates. Ken just pushes deeper if they pull away,
taking what he has paid for, or he simply luxuriates in the heated dampness
of those who impale themselves willingly on his cock, pulling all of him
inside. He insists on all the nuts to butt shots as he enjoys his camera
conquest.

Watching Ken work his magic on his virgin boys always gives me a raging
hard-on as I operate the video camera. The tent in my shorts becomes pretty
obvious as I swing around their bodies, capturing penetration and facial
expressions and closeups of Ken's latex free cock.  I have no reason to
hide my pleasure, and I don't.  Ken only does virgins, and tells them he
does not use condoms, and he almost always blasts inside rather than
pulling out for the requisite cum shot.  They know exactly what to expect
when they volunteer to co-star. Ken insists they feel every inch of his
cock without any barriers, so that no sensation is lost, including that wet
slickeriness when orgasm races through, and including the interior painting
of bodies with his fresh warm semen.

It's all up to Ken and not his co-stars.  What he says and expects, he
tells them, and it is my job to capture, no matter what happens. I may be
videoing Ken's hairless winking brown eye between his beautiful ass cheeks
as he cums, or videoing the pulses of his urethra on the underside of his
cock as his ejaculate travels down its length into the receptive man
beneath him.  It is not something we even discuss beforehand. It's a
given. It's completely up to Ken, and I have to watch closely to kind of
guess what each fuck session will have as an ending.

Sometimes Ken will ask his partner while pounding into him, "Where do you
want me to cum?"

Most partners, lost in the total lust of the moment will whimper, "All over
my ass" or "In my mouth."  Few volunteer their velvety insides as a place
for Ken's semen.

Ken usually hears their virginal response as an anguished cry to feel him
spill his seed deep inside them rather than verify their fears of
insemination with an unknown partner's seed.  He enjoys being the first
coat of translucent white on the walls of their colon. He wants to become
part of them as they absorb his seed. He speeds up his slippery slide in
and out of them as he nears orgasm, locking his mouth on theirs,
practically sucking their breath away, as he slams his hard seven inches
home at the peak of his pleasure.  Both partners moan into each other mouth
as orgasm sweeps over Ken and his pulsing cock gives him away.

By then, his partners have lost all concern of where he is cumming as they
are consumed by the intensity of his lust, and the pulsing sensations deep
within them, flooding them with his warm DNA. Watching Ken fucking is like
watching art in motion. He has an amazing body from hours of working
out. Six pack abs and a nicely manscaped cock and balls work together as he
continues to fuck after he cums, churning his warm cream into butter as he
tells each partner to make themselves cum. Their hand flies furiously as
they jerk themselves to an intense orgasm with Ken's cock sliding
repeatedly over their swollen prostate. Ken moans again as he feels their
rosebud tighten on the base of his fertilizing pestle still deep
inside. Sometimes he dumps a second load into their recesses if they take
awhile to peak their own pleasure.  I really enjoy videoing those double
loaded bottoms taking a second load after the first, as Ken's body
convulses again on top of the lucky recipient, his cock planting a second
sticky coating from his heavy balls.

Ken rests awhile with his ex-virgin still impaled on his softening cock,
his swollen balls returning to hang low in the sack again.  He never rushes
his lovemaking.  I grow a bit restless as they both enjoy their afterglow,
kissing and cuddling.  I can see Ken trying to keep his softening cock
inside his partner as it slips all slickery and wet from the puffy, freshly
pollinated rose. Ken reassures me with a silent look as he disengages from
his conquest, "Now it's your turn," he says with a wink.  His partner is
feeling the ravaged petals of his rose and looks at both of us.

"What?" he asks, looking from my face to Ken's.

"It's John's turn," Ken says, grabbing his partner's bent knee and smiling.
"Video man always gets sloppy seconds. It's part of his payment."

"You never said anything about giving it to the cameraman," his partner
protests, pulling his knees shut.

"It's the norm for the industry, dude.  It's expected.  I though you knew
that.  Everybody does it. Look at that bulge in his shorts. He's been
watching us go at it for over an hour. He's horny as hell, It's the least
you can do to help him find relief." Ken pauses, trying to decipher the
look on the catcher's face. "You know you want some more, and he doesn't
take long. Do you John?" He winks. I return a hopeful knowing smile, hoping
the catcher believes the story. This recently deflowered conquest eyes my
hard cock straining against the material of my shorts, making a
pornographic tent.  His hand still covers, as if defending, his just
pollinated rose as he thinks for a moment about whether his stretched hole
can take much more. Seconds pass. Pressing his middle finger gently into
his puffy pink petals, he offers himself as payment, spreading his legs as
an invitation.

"I guess," he says with determined resignation.

I put the video camera on pause and place it on the nightstand, and pull
off my shorts and tee shirt, letting my almost virgin conquest see what I
am offering.  I slip my bare feet from the sandals I am wearing.  No
foreplay is needed, Not even head will get this catcher with his empty
balls hard again. His recently spilled semen is still drying on his stomach
and pubic hair. As always, this is going to be just about my pleasure.
Ken's semen is my lube. My cock bobs as I knee walk across the mattress
between his legs and pull them onto my shoulders.  His just fucked hole is
now awaiting my rampant cock.  This is the part of my payment that I enjoy
most.  My balls have already pulled tight in anticipation and I am aching
to feel his wet friction-warmed flesh close around my hard cock. I eagerly
anticipate adding my semen to Ken's.

I press the plum shaped helmet of my cock against the soft pink petals of
his rose, using small repeated jabs and withdrawing to feel the elasticity
of his portal as it opens and closes.  I love being where Ken's cock has
been. It is ritualized sex at his best. Ken is the alpha male, and I am
beta. He is number one for this catcher, never to be forgotten, but I am
number two, hoping to be never forgotten. I want to complete what Ken has
started. Ken is my alpha and I am his omega.  I love comingling my DNA with
his, wishing we created life with the combination of our manly essence.
Losing focus as I think these thoughts, I feel the tight ring of muscle
close behind the head of my cock. My waiting partner has pushed himself up
onto my cock, grabbing me with the muscle of pleasure between his legs. I
look into his face.  A sly grin registers on both our faces as I slowly
ease myself inside him. He whimpers.  "Let it find its way," I reassure
him. "He knows where he's going," I whisper as I feel his swollen balls
come to rest in the nest of hair at the top of my cock.

His muscled ring squeezes the base of my cock as I become fully sheathed in
his fleshy hot scabbard. "This kid learns fast," I think, as I begin
hammering into him.  Not many bottoms can take my thickness with ease, but
this is not about the bottom. This is about me.  Ken has already made him
ready for me. My bottom's soft cock and balls flail wildly as I take my
pleasure. He never gets hard for me, even though I wish he would.  He
whimpers as I long dick him, going as deep as I can, passing the head of my
cock through that inner ring called "heaven's gate" and feeling it snap
shut behind the corona, and then snap shut again as I pull back a few
inches.  I short dick him, making sure to tease the nerves near the head of
my cock as I feel the nubbin of his empty prostate on the underside of my
hard cock. We never lose eye contact. This is my payment, but he knows
there is more to it. This is rutting. This is lust at its best. This is not
making love. He is my toy. He is my masturbation device.  This is raw
pleasure. This is about my cumming, and I do.

As my cock swells with the intense pleasure of loving myself using his
flesh, I hear him moan.  He feels the swelling throbs, and they are more
than he expects. He tries to pull back, but I push deeper, seeing his head
tight against the headboard with no escape for his body.  Ropes of my DNA
travel down the thick umbilicus of my cock like milk and cream milked from
my full udder, and flood his ALREADY cream-filled bucket. Ken and I are now
one inside our conquest. This chalice holds all of our essence. I kiss my
double-fucked partner, slipping my tongue in his mouth as deep as I have my
cock in his ass.  My cock swims in an abundance of man seed as I feel semen
spilling out of him and cascading down my shaved nutsack onto the
bedspread. I suck his breath from him one last time, and rest, satiated on
top of him.

"Great fuck, guys," Ken says through our shared euphoria, as he pulls the
camera away, never indicating he had videoed us.  "Keep that up and you'll
be replacing me before long, John!'