What it’s like to have sex with one of your favorite porn actors


He is one of my favorite porn actors.

He is a not a skinny young kid porn star like Jovonnie or Drilla or Jermany. He didn’t start acting until he was 40.

But he brings passion to the game that is irresistible. Particularly that group sex scene where he is drilling a bottom doggystyle on a hotel bed and cums with a roar and shoots nutt everywhere — on the bottom’s ass and into another guy’s mouth.

Wow that is hot. Let me rewind that and jack off to it some more.

To me there is nothing sexier than a mature black man. The porn actor I rolled with fit the bill. Photo courtesy of JustUsBoys.com Mature Black Daddies thread (http://www.justusboys.com/forum/threads/279331-Mature-Black-Daddies).

To me there is nothing sexier than a mature black man. The porn actor I rolled with fit the bill. Photo courtesy of JustUsBoys.com Mature Black Daddies thread (http://www.justusboys.com/forum/threads/279331-Mature-Black-Daddies).

So imagine my excitement when I went online and learned he lived not a mile away from my house. From time to time I would hit him up and chat and invite him over for a threesome or a cookout or card party. And he would always be polite and sometimes say he would come but never did.

But Friday before last I was fucking a bottom before work and invited him over and he said, “Yes, sure thing. A TGIF morning sex session would be nice. Give me time to get showered.”

It took him so long to come over the bottom, who had to go to work, fucked and left and I was alone when he knocked on the door.

There he was, the man from my digital dreams standing in sweat pants and a pullover in my dining room.

“Hey the bottom just left. You just missed him by five minutes. He had to go to work.”

“Oh okay. I’m sorry.”

“No problem,” I said, fully intending to chat a moment and then send him home so I could dress and go to the job. My work clothes were already ironed and laid over a chair.

However, we looked into each others’ eyes for a hot second and I saw desire so I made a move. I walked over to him and maybe I kissed his neck, or his mouth, or pulled up his shirt and lapped on his nipples. I don’t remember which.

And it was on. We were all over each other. In the dining room and back up the stairs to my bedroom. Kissing each other deeply and taking turns sucking each others’ dicks.

I have to admit it was weird being in bed with someone I had only seen on my flat screen TV or laptop. It was like your favorite Superhero from a comic strip come to life.

His skin was a richer, dark, chocolate brown than onscreen. His smile brighter. He was more slender — the camera does add 10 pounds. However his dick definitely looked bigger.

But the passion that came through on the screen was still there. His moans were just as hot.

I didn’t fuck him. We just did some serious foreplay and frotted, rubbing our dicks together. His skin felt so warm and supple against mine.

“You are so sexy man. And damn you have a pretty dick.”

Can you imagine what it is like to have a person you objectify for their sexiness tell you you are sexy? My ego jumped to the roof.

After we busted a nutt I got dressed for work and we talked about everything from gay relationships, to travel, to folks we knew in common. That was almost better than the sex — he was very intelligent and a free spirit like me.

Since our meeting we have texted on the phone and promised to develop our friendship. I hope we do.

P.S. The porn star knows I blog but I promised not to reveal his identity.

 

Potbelly’s for Lunch with a Porn Actor on the Side


Harris Teeter grocery store in D.C.’s fast growing NoMa neighborhood. Potbelly’s is on the same block.

My co-worker “Fiona” likes to take long walks at lunch.

“Hey, it’s a good way to get something to eat and watch the weight at the same time,” she says.

So today, despite the fact it was drizzling, we walked about five blocks up the street to grab a bite. I wanted a peanut butter and jelly on toasted whole wheat from Potbelly’s and Fiona wanted to grab a syrupy sweet baklava dessert from Roti right next door.

She claims they only pack 250 calories.

“Look, run into Potbelly’s Immanuel and I will run into Roti and we will meet up and walk back to work,” she said.

So  I walked into Potbelly’s and ran into somebody who looked familiar. A light brown-skinned black man with a sharp nose and small eyes and smooth shaved head was in line right in front of me. It was late for lunch — about 2 p.m. — so we were practically alone in line.

He had on a beige suit cut a little too big for him, a conservative tie, camel colored shoes, and a stuffed black backpack over his shoulder,  no different from many Washington, D.C.. office drones. But the business wear ensemble wasn’t fooling me.

It was Sexcyone, that big dicked thug porn actor who had made a name banging out bottoms in films such as “A Thug’s Cock Party 2,” “Amateur Big Black Dick” and “Cockaholic Players Club.”

Sexcyone

I started texting my partner Morgan.

“Hey there is a porn actor in Potbelly’s, should I do talk to him?”

“Take his picture.”

“I can’t do that, it’s too obvious,” I texted back.

Sexcyone had his back turned to me after ordering a ham and cheese sandwich but occasionally looked furtively at me over his shoulder. He looked nervous, like he didn’t want me to call him out. But at the same time I got the feeling he wouldn’t mind if I said something either.

“Hey man, how are you,” I said as I caught up with him at the register. He had also ordered a milkshake and had to wait while the cashier whipped it up.

“Hello,” he said.

“I really like your movies,” I said.

“Oh, thanks,” he said, talking so quietly I could barely hear him.

He may have come across as a big bad thug top in his movies but his voice was soft and he acted kind of fussy and effeminate. His skin looked unusually smooth — was that makeup? There was no mistaking the dude was gay.

I thought to myself for a minute. I knew he came to D.C. sometimes to sell his big dick to the highest bidder because he advertised as an escort on hook-up websites. There was a hotel next door and tons of new high-rise buildings in the up-and-coming NoMa (North of Massachusetts Avenue) neighborhood of D.C.

There were plenty of well-heeled, white and black gay men living around here that would love to ride Sexcyone’s long pogo stick for lunch.I suspected he had just turned a lunchtime trick and was catching a meal before leaving.

Or maybe he was about to catch the nearby Megabus or Amtrak back home — I think he lives in Atlanta. I wondered what kind of sex toys and costumes he had in lumpy backpack.

But it was none of my business and I wanted to respect his privacy and not embarrass him. And besides, I liked watching snippets of his movie but he was not one of my favorite porn actors (For that list click here).

And it seems he is doing fewer films and doing scenes like getting his ass banged by transgender women (To see a clip click here). Please correct me if I’m wrong but doing scenes like that to me is a sure-fire sign demand for a porn actor is so low they will do increasingly freaky things to make a buck.

I paid for my lunch and turned to go.

“Good luck man, take care,” I said, looking Sexcyone in the eyes.

“Thank you,” he said quietly.