Originally published in Torso magazine - October, 1994
A Porn Star
Performs On Stage
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When I look back, I can hardly believe it. It was one of the most
depraved acts I ever performed... and one of my fondest memories.
It was 1976, and I was visiting San Francisco to look at graduate
schools. It was May, and I arrived on a Thursday afternoon for an
interview in Berkeley the following morning. Since the appointment
wasn't until eleven, I figured I could do a little exploring Thursday
night.
I put on a pair of body-hugging blue jeans, boots, and a tight-fitting
tank top I'd brought along to wear in my free time. The local gay
newspaper told me exactly where I wanted to go — a theater with live sex
acts. When the cab driver dropped me off at The Climax - Live on
Stage, I was more than a little nervous. I'd never done anything
like this before. I'd been out for two years, and I'd slept with maybe
thirty guys, so I was no virgin. But watching men do it on stage was
another trip altogether.
After paying the cover charge, I took a seat near the back. I thought
about sitting up front, but I wanted to watch what the audience did
first. I would have time to move later. There must have been about fifty
men there in all sizes, shapes and colors. Jesus, I'd never been in the
same room with that many gay men before. It felt great.
The lights dimmed at ten, and the audience started hooting and
whistling. The emcee, who was quite a masculine specimen himself,
introduced the first act.
Two studs walked out. The first one, Austin, was wearing a tuxedo; the
other, Nick, a suit. Although neither was particularly handsome, they
each had the right combination of looks, body, and attitude that made
them sexy and appealing. They were the kind you wouldn't say "No" to.
They did stripteases, occasionally "assisting" each other. All in step
to taped music. They were good at stripping, but even better at posing
and parading around the stage. Both were well-built with average-sized
cocks, which they were flaunting — hard, no less — at various members of
the audience. I looked around and noticed that most of the audience had
their cocks hanging out, stroking them furiously. Even though my own was
dripping pre-cum, I was feeling inhibited, so I kept it covered.
I stared in awe when Nick started giving Austin a blowjob. I'd seen
porno movies before, but it was incredible to see a blowjob right on
stage under bright lights. The audience was surprisingly quiet. All I
heard was the sound of hands slapping against cocks, with an
accompanying moan or groan.
When the men on stage started fucking, I was so absorbed I hardly
noticed that l had started to drool. l wiped my mouth off in
embarrassment, then realized no one was looking at me. Everyone was
watching Nick's greased cock sliding in and out of Austin's asshole.
Nick was making all sorts of noise now and was fucking Austin with hard,
almost exaggerated, thrusts. At the point of ejaculation, Nick pulled
his cock out and shot all over Austin's back. It was so hot I found
myself rubbing my meat through my jeans. I looked around and saw cum
shooting out of other cocks, some into nearby mouths. I was tempted to
join in, but I wanted to wait for the star attraction.
Three more pairs of hunks performed before the performer I really wanted
to see came out on stage, and it was obvious he was the main draw for
everyone else. It was midnight, and the theater was packed now with
probably two hundred men. I wanted to move a lot closer, but the only
empty seat I could find was in the second row. Only after I sat down did
I fully appreciate the move: sitting on my right was a really
good-looking dude not more than a year or two older than I. He had his
shirt off, so I could see his nice physique. Even better, he had his
cock out, and I could see seven inches of thick meat. He waved it at me
as I sat down.
When the emcee announced Buck McCoy, the crowd went wild. Buck came out
on stage alone, dressed in plain, black, gym shorts and a white T-shirt.
There was nothing plain, though, about his square jaw and long, handsome
face perfectly accented by short, blond hair. His six-foot-two-inch
frame was solid beefcake. He wasn't massively developed, just perfectly
proportioned.
The sexual tension was high, and the camaraderie was amazing. Everywhere
I looked, cocks were sticking out of flies. I took my own out to play
with, and the hot dude next to me immediately reached over and grabbed
it, giving it a couple of strokes. I reciprocated, enjoying the feel of
his hard, thick tool in my hand. I turned to look at him, and he leaned
over to give me a quick peck on the mouth.
We hadn't said a word to each other, yet here we were giving each other
hand-jobs. Truly amazing. We let go of each other's pricks as Buck began
a performance that made all the other strippers look like amateurs; with
fewer clothes, he put on a much better show. He milked the audience for
every drop of pre-cum they had.
He ripped off his T-shirt, tossing it to an eager man in the front row.
God, what I wouldn't give for a piece of his clothing. He flexed his
biceps, licking the sweat from his underarms. He pinched the nipples on
his beautiful pees, and seemed to go into a reverie while he gave them a
long, tough workout. After making his nipples red and hard, Buck pulled
his gym shorts off so that he was wearing only a jock-strap. When he
tossed his gym shorts to the stud next to me, I reached over to stroke
my neighbor's cock again. My hot and sweaty neighbor responded by
pushing Buck's shorts in my face. I inhaled the sweaty scent,
intoxicated by the masculine aroma.
For the next several minutes, Buck strutted his stuff across the stage,
thrusting his huge bulge out for all to see. When he finally grabbed his
jock and pulled on it, the audience went into a frenzy. Buck caught my
eye as he started sliding off his jock, and continued staring as he kept
on pulling. I stared back, his animal magnetism irresistible. I took off
my tank top as he watched, and he licked his lips. When his jock was
down to his knees, I couldn't help but break eye contact to look at the
legendary Buck McCoy cock. Hard and in living color. As big in person,
as it looked on screen. At nine and a half inches, it was so heavy that
unless he flexed it, it angled downward. I'd envied the countless men
who had sucked on its fat head. I could see the trademark blue vein
running down the side. I would do anything to have that cock in my
mouth.
I saw Buck wind up his arm to toss his jock. I hadn't noticed him finish
taking it off, I was so focused on his hard dick. I saw him aim at me,
and I smiled, nodding my head. I didn't have to reach as it landed right
in my hands. I held it up to my face and felt a familiar hand caress my
cock.
"You lucky bastard," my hand-job buddy said. "I'll give you fifty bucks
and a blow-job for that."
"No way," I said. "This is the closest I'll ever get to him. I wouldn't
give it up for anything."
Buck was stroking his massive cock now for the whole audience to see. He
used long, slow strokes that left the audience begging him to shoot off.
He closed his eyes, and with his free hand, alternately played with his
balls and pinched his nipples. He seemed to be lost in another reverie.
For the next ten minutes, Buck played with his cock in every position
imaginable. Even from behind, he had me entranced. Just knowing he was
stroking that beautiful cock, had me on the edge of getting off. The hot
stud next to me wanted to blow me really bad, but I declined. He even
offered to give me Buck's gym shorts, but I told him, "No." I had a gut
feeling that told me to wait.

In a deep, sexy bass that sent shivers up my cock, Buck said, "I'm going
to do something different tonight. Usually I bring another performer out
from back stage for the next segment. Tonight, I'm going to pick two
guys from the audience to help me out." He paused. "That is, if I can
persuade anyone to join me."
All I could hear were shouts of, "Pick me!"
"I'm going to suck off the first guy," Buck continued. "The second guy
can suck me off." That brought more cheering.
Buck shouted, "Then, I'm going to suck off the second guy like he's
never been sucked." The audience was screaming now.
"Let me see those hard cocks," Buck said above the roar. "I only want
the hardest cocks up here."
In my wildest dream, I couldn't imagine getting up there on stage in
front of all those people. Hell, even if I could find the guts, I knew I
didn't stand a chance. The only dicks Buck ever went down on in his
movies were humongous ones. Mine was a very respectable and wide seven
inches, big enough for me and the hunk next to me, but certainly not the
choker Buck was accustomed to.
Buck walked back and forth across the stage, staring out at all the men
waving and stroking their cocks. He selected some cute hunk from the
front row who didn't waste any time getting up on stage. Buck told
everyone the lucky man's name was Cameron. Cameron had a huge grin and
an equally huge cock.
Buck grabbed Cameron's shirt and started unbuttoning it. The audience
let out appreciative whistles as more of Cameron's body came into view.
He had a decent body — in shape with good muscle tone. When Cameron was
finally bare-assed, his cock quivered so much I thought he was going to
come right then. Buck turned Cameron so that everybody got a good
profile view of the two of them. Then, Buck got down on his knees and
faced Cameron's cock. With no preliminaries, Buck swallowed Cameron's
meat in one smooth motion. The audience shouted in approval, then got
real quiet as Buck got down to serious business.
Buck's cock bounced as he caressed and sucked Cameron's hard shaft. With
all the anticipation and build-up, Cameron must have been ready to cum
before he ever got onto that stage. In minutes Cameron was grabbing
Buck's head and burying his cock down Buck's throat. Cameron bent his
head back and let out a loud animal yell. "Oh, God, I'm cumming," he
shouted. "I'm cumming, Buck. Oh, man... oh, yeah. I'm cumming. I'm gonna
shoot my wad."
Buck kept Cameron's cock buried to the hilt, and I could see Buck's
Adams apple move up and down as he vigorously swallowed wave after wave
of Cameron's hot load.
I noticed that no one in the audience was stroking his cock any more.
Everyone, it seemed, was hoping they'd be number two.
Buck stood up and kissed Cameron. Holding onto Cameron's softening
prick, he said, "You sure tasted good."
"Thanks, Buck," Cameron said, grabbing Buck's raging hard-on. "Are you
sure I can't stay up here and suck on this for awhile?"
Buck smiled. "No, but thanks anyway, Cameron. It's somebody else's
turn." Looking disappointed, Cameron walked back to his seat.
"Now, who's going to be next?" Buck asked.
Needless to say, rows upon rows of men were standing up, begging to have
sex with this Adonis. Virtually everyone with a hard-on had it aimed at
the stage. Most cocks were sticking out of open flies. Some guys had
removed all of their clothes. It was an incredibly hot scene. With a
sexual energy of over two hundred men packed into that theater, it would
have been impossible not to be turned on.
Buck took his time making his selection. He even came down from the
stage to look around. The lucky ones that he stopped near took the
opportunity to touch his face, his pecs, his cock. He was dragging this
selection process out, and nobody was complaining. He paused in the
front row about three people down from me, grabbed a dick, but moved on
and stopped at the man directly in front of me. From the back, the guy
looked awesome with broad shoulders and a V-shape that narrowed down to
a tight waist.
I was surprised when Buck pointed his finger at me. "How about you? Are
you interested?"
I could hardly believe it. My mind raced, knowing I had no time to weigh
this decision. I didn't know what the hell to do. I had fantasized about
this stud a hundred times. Now, it could become a reality. But could I
do it? On stage? In front of two hundred men?
In those few split seconds, my hard cock finally overruled all my other
concerns. I was not about to forgo a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to
have sex with the famous Buck McCoy.
"Do you want to join me on stage?" Buck asked again.
"Yes, of course," I said, rushing now to make sure neither of us change
our minds.
He smiled, a seductive look in his eyes now. "Are you sure now? I can
find somebody else."
"Yes, of course I'm sure," I said, moving down the row to the aisle. men
groped me, congratulating me as I passed.
When I was on stage, Buck asked me my name, which he announced to the
hungry audience. "The lucky man tonight is Jared."
All the men applauded and yelled. I could hear "Go for it" and "Let's
see some action."
With the formal introduction out of the way, Buck unbuttoned the one
remaining button holding up my pants. As they slid to the floor, his
hand enveloped my cock. I felt electricity surging through my naked
body, and I had to think of something else so I wouldn't short circuit
right then and there.
We stood facing each other. I inched toward him so that the tips of our
cocks were barely touching. I flexed mine and gently batted his. Then,
we dueled in friendly combat with our unsheathed spears. The audience
loved it, silent now, watching our every step. I stopped and moved over
next to him, breathing in his masculinity. He waited for my next move.
I reached out and touched his face with my hands, like 1 did in my
fantasies. My fingers caressed his lips, his cheeks, his jaw. I ran my
fingers through his hair, then down his neck to his chest. I let my
fingers roam, enjoying the feel of his soft skin and hard, supple
muscles. I pinched a nipple and leaned down to suck it. A moan escaped
his lips, and the audience moaned, too. I stuck my nose in his armpit
and nuzzled among the hairs. I'd jacked off to pictures of this man for
years, and here I was sniffing his sweat. I licked some of it and tasted
the salt. I squeezed his biceps, and he flexed them, to the approval of
everyone in the audience. I slid my hands down his torso and knelt in
front of him. I let my fingers flutter on his ass, and he trembled ever
so slightly, shoving his cock at my mouth. However, I wasn't ready to
taste it quite yet. I wanted to finish my exploration first. I continued
moving my hands down his legs, feeling the thick muscles of his thighs
and calves. I even knelt down and kissed his feet, completing the
adoration I felt was due this porn god. When I raised my head again,
Buck thrust his cock at me, begging for release now.
I had one more thing to do first. I scooted around behind him so that I
was inches from his butt. I caressed his ass cheeks, squeezing the firm
muscles as he flexed them in my hands. I told him to bend over, and
someone in the audience yelled, "Jared, you're my man." Buck had been
rimmed in so many of his movies, I figured it had to be a real turn-on
for him. He reached back with his hands and spread his cheeks. His
asshole was slick with sweat, but it was clean. I was right; he was
probably always ready. I rubbed my nose in there and smelled the musky
aroma combined with the clean smell of soap. It was almost boyishly
hairless. I could see the faint stubble where he'd shaved the few hairs
he did have. I stuck out my tongue and though I barely touched his
asshole, he squirmed. A groan escaped his lips. As I licked my tongue up
and down his crack, he wiggled his ass in response. It was a powerfully
erotic image for me. Here he was — this muscle stud who fucked guys by
the score on film — in an incredibly vulnerable position: naked, on
stage, bent over, with me, a total stranger, licking his asshole.
When he could wait no longer, Buck turned around and pressed his cock
against my lips. He was mine now, and he knew it. I gently kissed the
head of his cock, and he clenched his cum-slit open. I stuck out my
tongue and licked off the pre-cum that was clinging there. lt was salty,
like his sweat, but it had a stickiness no sweat ever had. He shoved the
head into my mouth, insistently, and I realized I could wait no longer.
I eased my lips down the length of his shaft. He grabbed the back of my
head and held me against him, his cock buried down my throat. The
audience cheered.

I sucked his cock as expertly as I could, gliding up and down his shaft.
It was so big, it stretched my lips and jaw as far as they could go. The
head filled the back of my throat while his pubes scraped against my
nose. I concentrated on keeping my lips wrapped tightly around him,
swirling my tongue, and sucking with all my might. He was groaning
loudly now, in rhythm with the pace of my sucking.
I sensed he was close when he sped up. He thrust his cock in and out as
I strained to keep up with his frenetic pace.
When I heard him say, "I'm cumming, Jared. I'm cumming, man," it was
music to my ears. As I felt his shaft thicken and his balls tighten, I
heard him moan. Then, I heard a chorus of moans from the audience. As
Buck's cum started shooting into my mouth, I knew scores of guys in the
audience were getting their rocks off simultaneously. Buck's cum gushed
into my mouth. His loads were notoriously huge, and this was one to
maintain his legendary status. I could barely swallow fast enough, as it
kept shooting and shooting into my mouth. His hands gripped my head
tightly, and his whole body shook as he screamed and moaned.
As the volume of his cum slowed down, I was able to catch up with my
swallowing. I could taste his cum now, and swirled it around in my mouth
so I would remember every nuance of its flavor. As he slowly eased the
shaft out of my mouth, I was proud to realize that I hadn't lost a
single drop of his precious nectar. He let the head rest on my lips as I
cleaned him off and sucked him dry. I stood, and he began to clap. The
audience joined in. I couldn't believe it — a fucking standing ovation.
When the applause finally ended, Buck began caressing my body, fondling
and licking everywhere. He took his time kissing my sweaty but clean
asshole. I, too, was ready. In no time, he turned me around and began
sucking my cock. It felt so good my knees almost buckled, but I stood
there, savoring every brush of his lips and flutter of his tongue.
I looked down and beheld Buck kneeling in front of me, his face nestled
in my pubic hair, my cock down his throat. His tongue and lips worked
expertly on my hard shaft, their magic doing a number on me. I
concentrated on the feelings in my cock as it disappeared into the hot,
moist cave of his mouth. With the timing of a true cock-lover, Buck had
me aching to cum.
I wanted to hold off, but the sheer intensity of his assault prevented
me. I pinched my nipples hard as I started my own yelps and moans of
pleasure. Glancing into the stage wing, I caught sight of the emcee
pounding his meat, then closed my eyes and focused on the pleasure in my
own cock. I felt my cum start up the shaft and groaned, "Oh, man, I'm
going to cum. Oh, Buck, I'm cumming." And I started shooting my hot load
into Buck's eagerly awaiting mouth. He was ready for it and began
swallowing, not missing a beat in his constant rhythm of sucking and
sliding. My whole body felt like it was on fire as I shot load after
load of cum. If Buck's hands hadn't been holding my ass tightly, I knew
I would have fallen over. The only muscles that seemed to be working
were all in my cock.
Buck licked me clean, taking care to kiss the tip of my cock when he
finished. He stood up and the audience cheered. I knew I was through, so
I reached for my clothes. Buck wasn't done with me just yet, though. He
grabbed my ass and pulled me over next to him. I could feel the heat
from his body as we both stood there, basking in the adulation.
As the curtain closed, Buck asked me, "How about going out for a drink?"
"Sure," I said. "Sex always makes me thirsty."
"Me, too," Buck agreed. "Then again, drinking always makes me horny," he
said, smirking.
I laughed. "Me, too."
He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a nice, long kiss. After we
dressed, we headed for a nearby bar. After only one drink, he insisted
on coming back to my hotel. As if I would have turned him down. We took
turns fucking each other the rest of the night.
The next morning, I made it to my graduate school interview on time.
Barely. To my disappointment, though, I had to face a panel of
interviewers. The worst part was that when they were finished talking
with me, they told me to wait down a narrow hallway while they
conferred. I assumed the worst. I couldn't imagine having done well
since I had gotten only two hours of sleep. Needless to say, I was
shocked when they accepted me for the fall semester.
I raced back to the hotel where Buck was waiting for me. He said it
called for a celebration, so I ordered champagne, which we drank in bed
the rest of the afternoon. At one point as I sat on Buck's cock, he
insisted I call my parents. Right then, Right there. So I did, with a
glass of bubbly in my hand and his cock up my ass.
My parents were overjoyed — about the acceptance, that is — and insisted
I stay a week to look for a place to live. While I talked, Buck laid
completely still. Well, almost completely. He flexed his cock
periodically, sending shivers from my prostate up my spine, making it
difficult for me to concentrate.
By the time I finally hung up the phone, Buck was rocking his hips back
and forth, driving me wild. When I told him I was staying for a week, he
thrust his hips up, forcing his cock further up my fuck chute.
"Do you think you can handle this?" he asked
"I think this will answer your question," I said. I milked my cock a few
times and brought a few drops of glistening pre-cum to the tip. Then I
clenched my ass muscles really tight around his hard cock. From then on,
Buck only groaned.
With a smooth, insistent rhythm, I slid my ass up and down on his cock.
When his breathing started to quicken, I leaned forward to pinch and
twist Buck's hard nipples until I got the desired effect. When he said
he was cumming, I clamped down hard with my sphincter muscles and heard
him grunt out loud. I watched his muscles ripple as he writhed in
convulsive pleasure. As his hot cum erupted, he pushed up with his hips
and cock as hard as he could, setting my prostate on fire. His thrusts
set in motion my own primordial cock dance. I barely touched my dick and
felt the first wave of orgasm begin. I leaned back and watched as my
shaft thickened and my cock head flared. I stared in awe as the first
glob of hot jism arced high over Buck's sculpted features and landed in
his hair. The next volley of cum hit his forehead and cheeks. The last
lobs left a trail from his chest down across the ridge of his abs, to
mix with a puddle of sweat in his navel.
As Buck lay there, sweating and groaning, I slowly licked the cum off
his face. When I had cleaned it all off, he held me and kissed me hard
on the lips. With his cock still up my ass, he pulled me close and
rolled us over so that he was on top. He buried his tongue in my mouth
and pressed his whole body against me. With a cock that had never gone
soft, he began a rocking motion that made the bed shake. I couldn't
believe he was ready again. As he cupped my ass in his hands, I felt my
own cock stir. And I knew I was ready, too. THE END |