Ready for my closeup

All photos copyright © by Paul Morris

Like many people during the recent great recession I faced a period of considerable unemployment. When I realized that state was likely to continue for the foreseeable future, one of my first thoughts — after the panic and anxiety attacks, of course — was to use the free time to travel. Events like the San Francisco's Up Your Alley street fair was definitely on the list, but as the time drew near I began to wonder about the financial wisdom of that choice.

At the same time, my federal unemployment money had run out. Fortunately, my home state has their own unemployment program, which I applied to. It has a more rigorous online questionnaire, requiring you to list four job contacts you've made each week.

I ought to be in pictures.  That got me thinking. Why not make some of those job contacts in San Francisco while on my trip? I immediately went online and applied to a couple of adult film companies. Lucikly, I got a call from Treasure Island Media right away. A phone and webcam interview was arranged and within days, they were talking about having me appear in a video shoot during my stay in the Bay Area. YES!

If you're familiar with much of the porn world, you already know that Treasure Island Media specializes in bareback videos, a fact that kept me from responding to them when they had approached me in the past. After all, this was still the pre-Truvada era. The issue came up in the interview, of course, but Nick, the casting director, explained that they could use me in some oral-only scenes so I wouldn't have to fuck without a condom. I readily agreed.

Fair play as foreplay.  My first shoot was to take place the afternoon of the fair. It seemed like a good plan. Although the threat of performance anxiety crossed my mind, I knew I would have all afternoon carousing with hot men at Dore Alley to get in the mood — deeply and thoroughly. At one point that day, a guy in the Powerhouse bar asked if I had ever done porn. I checked my watch. "Not for a couple of more hours," I replied.

At the appointed time, I walked the two blocks from the fair to studio offices. The place is normally closed on Sunday, but handsome and sexy Nick was there to greet me. He had me sign the proper forms and selected an empty area of the office for filming. These short scenes, I later learned, were to be used on their oral sex website (and possibly compiled into a DVD at some point). Nick was in charge of casting, directing, and filming all on his own.

Soon, the other party for the scene arrived. He looked familiar, although I couldn't place him from any specific porn I'd seen. Tan, muscular, handsome, with a shaved head and blindingly seductive smile, he was pretty much every gay man's fantasy. (At least the gay men I know.) He sported a well trimmed salt-and-pepper beard. Only later did I learn that he has done porn work for a number of studios, including Colt and Advocate Men, where he appears under such names as Nick Forte, Skip Piston, and others. (I think he uses the former name at Treasure Island, but I'll call him Skip to avoid confusion with the director.)

After some preliminaries, Nick began filming. I leaned against a wall while Skip knelt down, undid my belt, and opened my levis. His own jeans were already open and a raging boner was straining to break through his mesh jockstrap.

Without a doubt, Skip was an expert cocksucker . And it was even more erotic having our sexy camera man get so close to us and even put a supporting hand on me from time to time. It was terrifically hot, but of course it was still work. Knowing that we were making a video production affected how long Skip drew out the process, how much I showed my reactions, and so on. Consequently, it was impossible to completely get lost in the sensations as I might do otherwise. Despite that, I was of course very aroused, and eventually shot my load on Skip's tongue. After that, he went down on me again and continued to worship my cock until it was once again soft.

Nick gave us each a check, after which I left while Skip and Nick remained behind, apparently to do other shooting. I had "worked" less than an hour.

Take two.  Two days later I returned for a similar shoot. This time the office was bustling with more employees, but to shoot we used the office of the boss, who was not present. My coworker was a cute young man with a close-cropped beard and huge sexy hands. Again, I didn't recognize him at the time, but later learned his porn name was Marcus Iron (see adjacent photos), who also had a considerable porn career with a number of studios and whose image already occupied a certain amount of space on my hard drive at home.

Our director and videographer was to be Damon Dogg, one of Treasure Island's longtime stars (and incidentally a man who had sucked me off at their Folsom Street Fair booth a few years earlier). We were joined by an assistant who held a portable LED spotlight.

Again, I stood most of the time, with Marcus kneeling before me. He eventually got my pants around my ankles and had his own cock out, jacking as he serviced me. Like Skip (and Damon), he was brilliantly talented at his work! We proceeded with the fellatio and cock worship scene. Shortly after I came, Marcus shot his load all over my pants and shoes. At Damon's direction, he scooped up some of his own cum and smeared it on my cock, then went down on me again. Damon wanted him to lick my cum off the floor (he refused) or his own cum off my pants or shoes (he again declined, saying it was now cold).

I wiped off my pants the best I could, then put on my undies (which I had removed for the scene), knowing I would be walking through San Francisco with a damp denim crotch. This was one "walk of shame" I wouldn't mind. I collected my second check (same amount as before) and went on my merry way.

It's probably too crass to talk dollar amounts, but I will say that the first check alone more than covered my round-trip airfare to San Francisco. And since I stay with a friend and not in a hotel, the trip was already profitable. So the second check was all gravy. Or cream, as the case may be.

And that was it. No script, no story, no dialog, no lines, no rehearsals, no extras, no guy in a director's chair barking out orders. Just pure cocksucking fun from two gorgeous porn stars, except that it was caught on film.

And they pay me for this? Yes, plz. Where do I sign up for more?