THE FLUFFER By JT Michcock (M/M) (Inter, Foreskin, Voyeur) Categories: Beginnings, Interracial
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At one time, I was one of the hottest stars in gay male porn. Back in the early eighties, I had been paired off with a literal "who's who" of porn stars under the name of Scott Styles. Among others, I had performed sex on camera with most everyone in Bill Higgin's and Larry Bronco's stable along with quite a few other directors. Fortunately, I somehow managed to avoid contracting AIDS or any other diseases so I counted myself pretty lucky. Also, I had a chance to work with some of the hottest looking guys you can imagine.
After hitting thirty and watching the roles dry up, I went to work as an auto mechanic, using my porno money to set me up in a shop. About once every other month some guy would look at me with that "I know you from somewhere" expression. I'd just smile and let them think what they wanted. Those days were long past and I was done with that part of my life.
Having turned 40 recently, I was surprised to have gotten a call from my old agent. Some new kid Director had been a fan of mine and had asked me to come work on a porn pic he was doing. When my agent described the role, and told me I could pick up a quick grand for the day's work, I agreed to the offer.
I walked into the private home that had been rented for the weekend. There were three guys milling about, one wearing a towel and the other two guys shirtless, along with the usual video crew. The Director, who couldn't have been more than 25, walked up and introduced himself. Short and fat and reputedly a nephew of the studio owner, Brian, as he introduced himself, was well chosen for the other side of the camera.
"Mr. Styles," said Brian, his face lighting up, "it's so nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you," I replied, shaking his chubby hand.
"Let me introduce you around to the guys," he said. "They're here already."
Brian turned and the first person we met was a big black dude wearing just a towel. Alonzo was his name, as Brian introduced him. About 6'4", Alonzo had medium dark skin and was a little older than I had expected; he must have been at least 30. But he was very muscular and was semi-hairy, kinky black hair covered his broad chest.
The next guy Brian introduced me to was named Steve. He was a semi-muscular, smooth-chested white guy with bleach blond hair. He must have been about 25 or so. Wearing a tight pair of Levis, my eyes glanced down to his crotch. A big dude, I thought to myself smiling. Steve was going to be a challenge, and I was looking forward to handling it.
The final guy was Mykos, about 20 or so, who had the olive skin of a Mediterranean Greek. Bare chested and smooth from shaving, his hard pecs revealed that he had been working on his body. His face was simply beautiful. His dark black eyes had a look of deep sadness and sensuality.
As Brian gave a brief run down of Mykos background, the Greek youth undid his fly and casually took off his jeans in front of us. I peered down and saw the typically thick uncut shaft that I had seen on other Greek men in my time. I noticed Mykos smile as my eyes were locked on his crotch. I could see Mykos's cock puff up a little in pride while we chatted. His lower body was far hairier than the upper portion, leaving me to believe that he had spent more than a few minutes applying a razor to his chest.
Brian took me aside. "Do you understand what we're looking for here?" he asked.
"Sure, you basically want a fluffer?" I responded.
"A fluffer?" asked Brian, appearing a bit confused.
"Back when I was in my prime," I explained, "we used to have a guy or two who hung around every shoot whose job was to keep the stars up. The guy would use his mouth to keep everyone hard."
Brian looked genuine surprised and somewhat titillated. "I had never heard of that," he said, smiling. This guy obviously hadn't been around the business too long. I had seen in various porno magazines that Viagra had pretty much replaced fluffing.
"But we used fluffers off-screen," I continued, "I think you want to show a fluffing in front of the cameras."
"Yes, that's it," said Brian. "I saw you doing the same thing to this guy in 'Reno or Bust,' and it was so hot."
I quickly recalled the flick. It had been done near the tail end of my career when I was doing a lot of work for the small studios. There was a scene in there that I recalled doing a Latino dude's cock with my mouth. Due to the limited resources the producer had, the whole scene took up some 15 minutes of tape in the final product.
I laughed out loud. "That was a fluffing," I recounted. "The dude you saw was turned off by the old troll that the producer hired to work the set. All of a sudden, I'm doing this dude a favor so he could fuck me and I could get paid when all of a sudden all of the cameras are on us.
"That part wasn't even in the script," I continued.
"It was wonderful!" said Brian, flapping his arms around. "That's why I wanted you for this part."
I shrugged. "Hey, as long as I'm getting paid," I said.
"Good," said Brian, "why don't you get undressed. You'll be starting on Alonzo,"
I walked over to where I saw the other discarded clothing and stripped down. I managed to get a view of my own physique in the mirror and I mumbled approval. I had been taking good care of myself in the years since I left the porn business and I still had a pretty good hard body.
The conversation I had with Brian made me recall "Reno or Bust." One of the reasons I was getting the guy fluffed was because he was uncircumcised. Back then, the porn producers had this aversion to having uncut dudes working in their flicks when they knew so many folks in their American audience were cut. I could remember one dude named Troy Ramsey who had been in the Higgins stable who had his career derailed when he refused to get himself circumcised. Higgins took great pains to make sure no one saw Troy's uncut status on film.
I smiled to myself. Nowadays, the greatest asset for a porn star was an uncut cock. Sort of like a left-handed pitcher on a baseball team. Poor old Troy had been about ten years too early.
This entire porno film was to feature me working over uncut guys' foreskins.
For the first scene, we'd be taping in the dining room. A wooden chair with slats was going to be the only prop.
I nodded to Alonzo, who nodded back to me, and he took his position behind the chair. While the cameras moved into position, I was directed to kneel at the front of the chair. Alonzo discarded his towel and appeared nude in front of me. Responding to Brian's instruction, the black man inserted his package between the chair slats while I moved my mouth into position.
The cameras began rolling and I started slowly, edging my tongue into the loose-hanging skin at the end of Lorenzo's cock. With my lips working the area, I tasted the maleness of my sexual partner's cock. Digging my tongue in there, I inserted my own saliva into the circular area around the sheathed cockhead and swirled it clockwise and then counterclockwise. For a long time, I teased the huge black man's cockhead with my mouth while Brian directed the man not to become hard just yet.
At Brian's direction, I began licking and lapping on the pliable foreskin, taking the putty-like folds of skin into my mouth. I bared a grin as the camera caught the tip of the stretched foreskin being held by my teeth. There was a bit of spit running out of the side of my mouth as I felt the huge black man's tool growing larger.
I looked around quickly to see the others in the room eyeballing my work on Alonzo's uncut tool. The Greek guy, Mykos, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, watched me orally worship the black man's tool. Scott simply watched intently, I saw his adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard. Their approving gazes spurred me to work on Alonzo's tool even more.
Video camera work stopped for a second as one of Brian's crew members brought in a still camera for magazine use. As instructed, I contorted my face with pleasure as I engaged Alonzo's semi-erect cock with my lips and tongue.
The video cameras began rolling again and I began working on Alonzo's cockhead with more intensity, pushing down the foreskin with my lips and allowing the dark head to become fully inserted with my mouth. My tongue toyed with the man's peehole. Invisible to the peering cameras, this was something for my own pleasure.
I moved down the shaft further and let it expand fully in my mouth, starting to thrust myself upon it. I heard the whirring click of the still camera as I absorbed each additional inch of Alonzo's shaft into me.
After several minutes of blowing through the chair slats, I was instructed to get up while Alonzo sat on the chair. I knelt between Alonzo's legs as the camera began picking up where I had left off, filling my hungry throat with the cock of the black man.
At Brian's direction, I allowed the saliva to build up in my mouth, releasing it to provide the black man's cock with a glistening sheen of my spit. After giving the camera's ample opportunity to photograph the glistening tool, the man's full member was soon brought into my mouth as I began to deep throat, feeling the cockhead banging against the back of my throat. My nose was buried deep in Alonzo's pubic bush as I breathed in his distinct aroma into my nostrils.
Alonzo began moaning that he was coming close. On a signal from Brian, I lifted my head off the black man's tool and began to piston the rock hard shaft with my fist. Alonzo moaned and writhed as his spit-soaked shaft was being worked on by my hand. I brought my face closer to the cockhead and was soon greeted with a ribbon of jism erupting all over my face. I opened my mouth and a stream of cum entered. I savored the taste and smell and swallowed the black man's salty juices.
After cleaning up a bit, my next project was Steve. We had moved into the basement now. Completely black walled, the area I was brought into resembled a dungeon without the equipment.
The blond haired Steve was eager to get things rolling, bouncing into the room with a fully erect member. On instructions from Brian, Steve calmed himself sufficiently to allow the tumescent tool to deflate sufficiently for the sheath to cover the glans.
Some machine with piping that Brian had brought in began emitting puffs of smoke. For the sex scene we were to perform, Brian instructed me to get onto all fours, like a dog, while the blond haired Steve stood with his arms crossed behind his back and his package pushed forward ahead of the rest of his body.
Still semierect, I crawled over to Steve's crotch as the cameras started rolling. I stuck out my tongue and began teasing the peehole that was partly visible under the sheath. For several minutes, this teasing continued while Steve gasped his pleasure and anticipation as my tongue began to work under his sheathed cockhead.
I crawled in closer to finally absorb the head into my mouth, the camera picking up and excellent shot of the partly pulled back foreskin meeting my lips.
At Brian's direction, I again filled my mouth with saliva and slowly removed my mouth from Steve's tool, a ribbon of spit connecting the blond youth's cockhead with my lips. The spit trail soon gave way, parts of it snapping and landing in my face and the other dripping off Steve's glans.
For the next move, I was instructed to work full time on Steve's shaft, deep throating the youth as I had done with Alonzo before him. The blond dude was not too difficult to bring to completion. He pushed my mouth off his tool and stroked himself to a shivering climax, pumping his load all over my face.
This had been a little too quick for Brian, who had decided he wanted more footage. After letting Steve's cock subside, I was instructed to bring the softened shaft to erection in my mouth and to toy with the loose foreskin. This would be inserted into the video as part of the opening.
I did as told, tasting a good deal of the youth's cum as I brought him closer to full erection. Brian pronounced himself satisfied and Steve and I were sent to an adjacent shower to clean up.
After Steve and I hosed off together (an enjoyable experience, I assure you), I was brought upstairs to the master bath. A full tub of sudsy water greeted me with the Greek Mykos sitting inside. Brian told me that he wanted to emphasize Mykos lower body hairiness, with the bathing causing the young man's fur to become rather intriguingly matted. I saw this for myself as Mykos lifted his nude body out of the tub and perched himself on the side of the tub.
With the camera in position, I got down on my knees once again and began to move in. Mykos was straddling the tub now, the fur on the lower part of his body matted and dripping. This time, I didn't waste any time, going into a full deep throat as the camera's recorded my movement. The Greek youth's body trembled as my nose reached his crotch, my nostrils inhaling the soapy bubble bath and the wet matted fur.
I pulled back and began to toy with the foreskin. At Brian's direction, I used my fingers for the first time to play with the sheath. I knew from watching Mykos undress that the youth had a particularly long covering, almost an inch past his ample cockhead.
With my fingers, I pulled the foreskin open and moved my tongue into the opening. I delicately licked and lapped the glans, making sure that the cameras caught every tongue stroke. Mykos was breathing heavy. I looked up to see his face, a contortion of pleasure.
After wrapping my lips around the head, I gyrated my head around, keeping my tongue fully inserted in the youth's peehole. Mykos groaned his pleasure. He lifted the one leg that had been straddling the inside of the tub and placed it over my back, the soapy water cascading all over my body. I could feel a stream of soapy water enter my asscrack and over my balls, dripping on the tile floor below.
Once again, I moved my mouth all the way down the length of his shaft and pumped his thick meat. Mykos leg on my back pulled me further into his groin.
With some insistence, Mykos removed my mouth from his crotch. I grabbed his cock as he began to groan louder, a man in the throws of ecstacy. Arching his pelvis, he shot into my face. The cum dripped down my face and into my mouth. The cameras stopped rolling, but I didn't. I reattached my mouth to his crotch to suck out the last of his semen. Mykos purred his pleasure at the intimacy. The camera folks, their work completed, just hung back to watch my own mouth gyrations on the Greek youth for their own viewing pleasure.
After a while, I reluctantly released Mykos's tool and stood up. Mykos, still in full view of the camera crew, decided I required some pleasuring. With a quick movement, his lips were soon attached to my cockhead. While everyone watched, he administered one of the finest blow jobs I had ever received, his soft tongue licking and lapping at every part of my engorged cock. After just a few minutes, he brought me off inside his mouth. I could hear him swallowing my load. When he removed my cock from his mouth, he smiled at me. A few murmurs of approval and jealousy erupted from the camera crew. Mykos looked intensely into my eyes.
"Now that we're done," I said to Mykos, "do you want to get a cup of coffee?"
"Sure," he said, his smile getting broader.
A couple of days after that, Mykos moved in with me. I must say, with my "professional" coaching and connections, I managed to get him quite a few improved gigs and a lot more money.
A few months after the shoot, a package arrived at the house. It was a videotape of our performance. Brian had decided to rewrite the back story a little to give it some more depth and history.
The film was now called "The Fluffer."
END