Manny was no doubt rather cynical, but he undeniably knew his business. I was lucky to have such an experienced costar to guide me through my debut.
“Let’s roll,” he told Jerry and Neil, impatiently. Neil had his camera ready, and he rested it on his shoulder. It was equipped with a microphone on a little boom, to pick up the sound.
Anton, who like Jerry was observing us from the sidelines, smiled reassuringly at me and gave me a thumbs-up.
Jerry gave us a final piece of advice. “Don’t hesitate to talk dirty,” he urged us.
“In English, or in Hungarian?” I asked.
“In Hungarian, if you feel more comfortable doing that. I don’t bother to subtitle these videos. Don’t worry—the viewers in the US can usually figure out what you’re saying, from the context. Just do what comes naturally, guys, and keep it good and hot.”
For all his businesslike manner, Manny was a pretty good actor. I didn’t flatter myself that he was particularly attracted to me. But he faked an attraction quite convincingly, and as a result I really enjoyed the huggy kissy (as he’d put it) part of our foreplay.
Until I got used to having those strong lights beating down on me, I had to force myself not to blink. I also realized that it was very warm under the lamps. Even while Manny and I were still slowly, teasingly shedding our clothes, I began to perspire. If Jerry liked to see sweat, he was going to get his wish.
Concentrating on these things, I wasn’t at all nervous, oddly enough. It was almost as though Manny and I had picked each other up, for recreational sex. Nor did the presence of the other three men in the room distract or bother me.
Soon Manny and I were naked on the bed. We both had full hard-ons, which I hoped were suitably photogenic, because they were the real stars of this show.
I reached out toward Manny, my hand diving between his legs. My fingers gripped his prick and closed in a fist around his shaft, just below the glans. He was so thick that his meat filled my fist. Excited by his size and potency, I felt that familiar itch start to smolder away, deep inside my anus. I wanted to get fucked! But first, of course, I had to demonstrate my oral skills for the camera.
Neil the cameraman, in fact, was now kneeling on the floor beside the bed, so close to us that I could have bumped into him if I made a too-sudden movement. The camera itself was aimed directly at my face and Manny’s cock, an inanimate, unblinking voyeur.
Knowing that I was being shot in close-up, I did my best to put a sexy look on my face, as my lips hovered above Manny’s waiting dick. There was no reason why I couldn’t enjoy my work while I earned my fee.
Lying back on the bed, Manny spread his legs to give me more room between them. I repositioned myself between them and I glanced up lustfully at his face as I continued to draw out the suspense. Smiling, I stroked his erection with slow, sure movements of my fist, pulling his foreskin back and forth over his helmet and rubbing it against his piss slit.
“Are you ready to have it sucked?” I asked.
He moaned quietly by way of reply.
By now, I was salivating, so strong was my need to impale my mouth and throat on his member. I lowered my head and I kissed and licked the tightly bunched-up skin which surrounded his cock knob. He groaned, and he spread his legs still wider apart, on either side of me. I pulled the skin back from his glans, which I licked thoroughly, feeling each shudder of his response as it passed through his body.
If I may be so immodest, I flatter myself that I processed to give a good, hot demonstration of cocksucking and deep-throating. I also have to admit that, when it was Manny’s turn to go down on me, he didn’t hold back. He was good at it—really good at it, so much so that I had to fight to prevent myself from coming.
Next, we took turns rimming each other. Many licked my ass so hungrily that he soon had me hotter to be fucked than ever. It was time for the main event.
I got into position on my hands and knees, while he put on a rubber and swiped his latex-coated fuck tool with lube.
I felt his cockhead nestling itself between my butt cheeks, sliding and slipping around over my pucker. I realized that he was delaying deliberately, creating some suspense for the camera. But then Manny positioned himself firmly against his target, and he leaned forward over me.
“Here I come,” he warned me, in Hungarian, and as he spoke he pushed his big cock into my asshole. All of the breath seemed to be squeezed out of my lungs as my body thrilled in response to the abrupt invasion. His hot, hard dick slid deep into me, filling me, stretching me. There seemed to be no end to it!
I yelped in pain, and I wasn’t faking it. But I forced myself to submit to him. We both groaned together when the penetration was complete.
Manny took my ass with a surprising tenderness and gentleness, at first. I began to get used to the feel of him, so deep inside me—and I began to enjoy it. My own cock bobbed about under me, erect, wildly excited, and frustrated. I longed to touch it, to beat off, but I knew I’d ejaculate too soon if I did play with myself. I concentrated on having my butthole reamed out.
We went through the various positions Manny had suggested. His breathing quickened as he screwed me more roughly, shoving his cock into me and pulling it out, again and again. I couldn’t decide which position I liked best. They are all arousing! And that big, hard dick of his was doing a fantastic job of keeping my slutty ass stimulated.
Our bodies seemed fused together with sexual heat, our sweat running down our limbs and dripping onto the hotel’s sheets.
I could have let myself get fucked by this stud all afternoon, but even a guy with Manny’s impressive stamina couldn’t keep up such nonstop activity indefinitely. He was making muffled groans of pleasure and satisfaction while he plowed me faster and harder. Each time he thrust into me and withdrew, I pushed my ass back on his dick with whorish abandon, to achieve the maximum penetration and pleasure for us both. My anal muscles received a real workout, flexing frantically around his bulky shaft, squeezing down on him.
“Oh, man,” Manny moaned, at last. “Get on your back. I’m going to have to come soon.”
I soon found myself on my back on the bed with my legs in the air, getting fucked flat out in this new position. My fucker grabbed my ankles and held on to them, keeping my legs wide open in a V-shape. Manny’s dick pounded away like a pile driver, drilling deep into me. It was like taking him for the first time all over again. I squealed like a stuck pig as he jackhammered me. My anus felt as though it was on fire!
“Fuck me!” I yelled. “Come on, you bastard. Fuck the hell out of my ass!”
“Bitch,” he growled. “Horny, hot-assed muscle bitch!”
My guts seemed to spasm around his cock, tightening up in protest and self-defense.
“Open up,” Manny insisted. “Let me have that hole.”
I forced my tortured sphincter to relax. It took every ounce of my will power to allow me to accommodate him. Once again, he began to penetrate me with the full, inflexible length of that huge, hard impaler of his. I was still stunned by his size, potency, and stamina. Damn, my costar was hung! When he was all the way in me, his cock really filled me up and stretched me out.
My hands went to his buttocks, grabbing them, guiding him deeper into me.
“Fuck me,” I demanded, breathlessly.
He leaned into me, pushing my knees down on my chest. But he didn’t bend over me, the way most guys would do when they fucked in that position. Instead, he continued to kneel on the bed, with his torso upright, working his big cock in and out of me. His hands were on the backs of my thighs, pushing them down and raising my butt so that it met his thrusts each time he entered me. I realized that he was taking care to give Neil’s camera a clear, unobstructed view of the penetration. At the moment, his cock and my well-fucked ass were the stars of the show. The bodies they were attached to were coincidental.
The thought that any number of men would obtain the finished video and see that cock pumping in and out of my ass, that they�
��d jerk off while watching me getting fucked—it got me incredibly hot. I moaned loudly in response to his possession of me. I relished the fullness of his cock inside me, and how stimulating his strokes were. This muscle man definitely knew how to use his equipment to make another guy feel good. My own cock was so hard that it hurt, so I took it in my hand and began to jerk it, slowly, putting on a show for the camera—but, not so coincidentally, also giving myself the intense pleasure of feeling my foreskin slide back and forth over my bloated cockhead.
Manny’s plunges into my anus began to speed up. I watched how his six-pack tightened and relaxed as he drove himself between my spread thighs and my whorishly opened butt cheeks. I could feel myself getting closer to an ejaculation with each thrust he made into me, each contraction of my anal muscles around his shaft, each pulsation my dick made inside my fist.
Manny suddenly reached down and pulled my hand away from my prick. Grinning, he took each of my hands in his, and he held them down on the mattress above my head, while he began to pound my ass even harder. My cock stayed hard and I enjoyed our rough fuck even more, if that was possible. But there was just enough pain to keep me from coming. The relief of orgasm seemed to be just beyond my reach, frustrating me.
His thigh muscles made loud smacking sounds as they hammered against my ass cheeks. We were both sweating profusely, our skins flushed red from our exertions. We panted for breath, like two interlocked, humping dogs. My fingertips dug into his wrists and my hips ground against his groin as he held me down on the bed and plowed his prick deep into me, again and again. He now pressed his body against mine tightly, which helped him to keep me imprisoned under him.
I longed for him to come inside me, but I knew he wouldn’t. He had to go for the obligatory cum shot.
“I’m coming,” he warned me, and I felt his whole body contract and quiver as his hot cock got ready to empty itself of its load.
He yanked his dick out of me. He stripped the condom off his cock. Lunging forward on the bed, he straddled my chest. His ready-to-erupt cock was gripped in his fist, and he aimed it at my face.
“Open your mouth, bitch,” he growled.
I opened wide, and I stuck out my tongue. He pushed his penis toward my lips, just as it exploded. He blasted his semen directly into my mouth, and onto my protruding tongue. Grunting, he came in a torrent, his fluid spraying onto my face, hot and thick. I thought the flow would never stop.
But when his discharge did end, he shoved his cock inside my mouth. I sucked him, and when he withdrew from between his lips, I used my tongue to lick him clean. I was soaked in the facial he’d given me.
“Now you,” Manny instructed me, heatedly. “Blow your wad.”
I seized my tormented dick and gave it a soothing massage. As aroused as I was, it didn’t take long. In less than a minute, I lost my load. I came almost as copiously as Manny, and I was confident that I’d given the camera a pretty good money shot.
Manny and I once again did our huggy kissy thing, as he called it, and when we’d made out, post-coitus, to Jerry’s satisfaction, we heard him say, “Cut!”
I allowed myself to slump down on the mussed bed, feeling drained.
Our director seemed genuinely excited. “That was great, guys!” Jerry told us. “A perfect take.”
Manny was phlegmatic about it all. “I have to get going,” he said. “I have a date.”
He showered, got dressed, and left—after Jerry paid him, of course,
Jerry then counted out the money he owed me, and he gave it to me.
It was the first time I’d been paid for sex. I felt very grown-up and sophisticated, indeed.
“You could earn some more,” Jerry suggested to me, “if you’re up to it.”
“How?” I inquired.
“Do you think you can get it up again? And come again?”
“Sure. Well—not this instant. Maybe in half an hour, or so.”
“Anton likes you. The little bitch is hot for it. He wants you to fuck him,” Jerry said, bluntly. “I’d love to do another scene, with you and him.”
“I’ll screw him,” I declared. “For another hundred and thirty thousand forints.”
“God damn,” Jerry complained. “You guys here in Hungary are going to bankrupt me! But you’re worth it. All right. Let’s do it.”
Jerry was no cheapskate. During the half-hour wait, he had room service send up sandwiches and coffee—and a bottle of mineral water, for me. Relaxing, I drank the water, to replenish my body fluids, while Jerry printed out more contracts, for me and Anton to sign.
By now, I was feeling quite unselfconscious in the other men’s company. I didn’t hesitate to play with myself, right there in front of them, getting my cock hard and determining that it felt ready for some more prolonged action.
Watching me stroke myself, Jerry grinned, approvingly.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Let’s roll,” I said.
Anton was quite the male whore. He and I got into it right there, on the same rumpled bed on which Manny and I had fucked. Anton was insatiable. He licked my naked body from head to toe, and he paid special attention to my feet, swabbing my soles with his tongue and darting it into the spaces between my toes. The fucking whore licked my ass as well, with depraved abandon. He got me so worked up, in fact, that finally I could endure no more of his teasing.
“Get on your belly,” I told him. “Spread that fucking ass of yours for me. Give me that goddamn hole!”
I fucked him, roughly, brutally. Just as Manny had screwed me, shortly before. That pretty boy was my bitch! I used his asshole for my pleasure, callously. And the nasty, hot-assed punk loved it. He squirmed under me, begging me to fuck him, to use his hole. What a cunt!
Jerry definitely got his money’s worth that afternoon. I pounded Anton’s sweet ass. Neil, hovering in close to us, captured every nuance of the penetration for posterity.
I got so caught up in the hard, rough fucking I was delivering that Jerry (as he told me later) began to worry. He was afraid I’d forget to give him the cum shot. He didn’t want to say anything, which might get picked up by the microphone attached to Neil’s camera. So he grabbed a sheet of the hotel’s stationery, printed cum shot! on it in big letters, and—taking care to remain out of camera range—he got down on the floor, crawled around the bed, and then he held up the sign where I could see it.
I got the message. Just in time, I pulled out of Anton, yanked off the rubber, and bathed his buttocks with my spurting jism.
“Oh, yeah, give me that cum! Give it all to me, Daddy!” Anton gloated, which nearly cracked me up. I was a little young to be anybody’s Daddy. Luckily, I was out of breath, so I was able to suppress my urge to burst out laughing.
As I’ve said, Jerry was generous. We’d spent the whole afternoon filming. He took Neil, Anton, and I out for dinner. He was really a charming man, whom I enjoyed working with.
But the best part of the experience was being paid by Jerry for a second time, and again in cash, as he had promised.
I wasn’t above gloating a little.
I couldn’t seem to get enough of looking at all of those beautiful, identical pictures of Ferenc Deàk de Kehida, [Translator’s note: This is a reference to the nineteenth-century Hungarian statesman, whose portrait is printed on the twenty thousand forint banknote.] I wanted to kiss each and every one of them. So far as I was concerned, from now on, he was my favorite man.
In due course, Jerry sent me copies of the completed video, in which I appeared. Manny, naturally, was shown on the front cover of the DVD case, alone—nude, erect, and smirking. I think that kind of “star billing” was specified in his contract. (He may have been egotistical, but he wasn’t stupid.) Postage-stamp size photos of Anton and me, and a couple of other guys, were relegated to the back cover. Still, there I was—performing, if not yet starring, in a porn film.
And Jerry’s studio sold a lot of copies of that particular Eurostuds video. To this day, I’ll me
et guys for the first time, and they’ll look at me quizzically—and then they’ll ask, “Hey, didn’t you make a video for an American studio with that guy named Manny, when he was first starting out?” (Manny did indeed go on to have a respectable career as a porn actor.) “He fucked you in a hotel room, as I recall. And then you fucked some hot little twink, on the same bed.”
“Yeah, that was me,” I admit.
The other guy will usually respond with something like, “Man! I can’t tell you how many times I’ve jerked off, watching that!”
I should have held out for more money.
Chapter Seven: I Break into the Bigger Time
My experience with Jerry prompted me to try my luck with other porn studios.
I did some research, checking out the various studios’ websites. Virtually all of them were eager to recruit new talent. Each website had some sort of a “Want to Work for Us?” feature, with instructions on how to submit an application online.
I had no illusions about being signed up by one of the major international studios. It was pleasant to fantasize about being whisked off by air to, say, London, Paris, Berlin, or Los Angeles, all expenses paid, and teamed up with one of the current sex gods of the porn scene. I was too much of a realist, so I aimed lower—but not too low. I had my pride, after all.
My philosophy was the same one I had as a bodybuilder. For the time being, it was best to be a big fish in a small pond. That was preferable to being just another guppy, swimming about within snapping range of the jaws of a shark.
And so I applied to one of Hungary’s larger gay porn studios. I was familiar with their work (translation: I’d jerked off over several examples of it.) They wanted photos, of course, so I chose some of my best ones to include as attachments to their online application. When I got to the part which asked about any prior experience, I listed some of my more prestigious modeling gigs—and then, with a clear conscious, I was able to claim that I had already made that one video, for Jerry’s studio.
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