ON STAGE

 

   

Art by Michael Kirwan

Story by Cody Jackson

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

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