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February 9, 2008
Porn Day 3: On the set again
Friday January 25, 2008
The second feature we shot was a bukkake orgy movie. Most of the cast were the same guys from the film we shot two days previously and we used the same space. In this film two bottoms were supposed to end up covered with cum. Unfortunately, neither of them was really feeling up to it (I guess two days off in Brooklyn can really wear a guy out.) so another guy was nominated for the job. He didn’t seem pleased. In addition to the professionals, amateurs could apply online to be in this film. They could choose to wear a small mask if they wished but, if they did, they wouldn’t be paid. The only requirement was that they shoot a load on the bottom’s face. Sounds easy enough, no?
The atmosphere on the set was much less chaotic than it had been on Wednesday. When I got there at 6:30 only the director was there. A guy who was making his porn debut had missed his plane and had arrived just a few minutes before. He was out getting something to eat with the company’s business manager. When he returned He showered and put on his “work clothes.” These consisted of black shoes, black flares, a wide white belt and a black, form-fitting, pin-stripe, button-down shirt. I’m not kidding. He looked like a dance instructor or a hustler from 1980. He did have a beautiful face, though, if a bit rough for an 18 year-old. No matter what, the camera loved him, as they say.
The director assured us we’d be done by 11:00 at the latest, hopefully even by 10:00. Things went fairly smoothly…for a while. Our first delay was caused by someone not being “clean.” Maybe it’s just me but I try to be prepared when I go to work. Since i’d be using my eyes I made sure my contacts were clean before I left the hotel. Anyway, while he was “touching up” another cast member suggested that maybe he doesn’t know how to do it correctly but you didn’t hear that from me. Admittedly, he wasn’t origianlly the day’s designated bottom either.
The number of men in the room dwindled as each guy shot his load and left for the day. One of the guys who didn’t feel well enough to be the bottom did a great job of being vocal and being the onscreen guy in charge, sort of. He’d order the bottom to suck this guy or get fucked by that guy. It worked well, better than It sounds for sure.
Around 8:30 it was time for the dance instructor to shoot. We sat, cameras in hand, while he masturbated. For an hour.
One of the amateurs showed up. I thought he was kind of hot, beefier and hairier than the other guys in the movie. He wore a mask but, as far as I’m concerned, anyone who knew him would recognize him immediately. He also had a unique tattoo. I just didn’t see the point in wearing a mask. As he was finishing up another guy arrived and he fucked the bottom too. They both left at the same time.
Then we went back to waiting for that last guy to shoot. It was grueling. My back hurt, I was hungry and I was especially impatient because I was going to get laid back at the hotel when we were done. The director tried to find out how we could help him along but he was being sullen and uncommunicative. Those two qualities probably serve him very well when he’s out and about cruising the bars and bathhouses wherever it is that he comes from. (He tried to be mysterious about his origins, also.) He has a look that just works well with sullen and he’s obviously learned how to use it but on that night in that place it was simply annoying. To everyone. We just wanted to go home.
The director asked him what he did or thinks about or watches when he masturbates (daily, no doubt) at home. “I dunno. Nothing.” was his answer again and again. I wish I thought he wasn’t telling the truth.
As time went on the substitute cum began to crust on the bottom’s face and chest. (The real stuff dries up and disappears so we had to keep rewetting him so that in the final edit it will look like all of these guys shot their loads on him in quick succession.) I don’t think the stuff looked particularly like ejaculate to begin with. After all this time it started to look like the (trade secret) that it really is.
At 11:00 we took another break and the boy in question retired to the bathroom for a bit. At this point I just knew it was never going to happen and even joked about putting money on it. The director was adamant, though. I could see his point. He flew the kid to New York from heaven knows where and he was fucking 18 years-old so he should be able to come at least once. Yes, he should. So we tried again.
We sat around for another hour. Nothing happened. He couldn’t stay hard even with Viagra. What really bothered me, though, was that he didn’t seem to care. There was no apology for making everyone sit around for hours, nothing, not even to the director.
Just past midnight we gave up. We packed up and everyone got paid. I said my goodbyes and I left, starving to death. I grabbed some food from an overpriced Chelsea deli and took the subway back to Brooklyn which took about a century and a half. I don’t recall the subways in NYC being so s-l-o-w and so long in coming. I feel like I could have walked faster but no one else on the crowded train seemed to notice. Could I be spoiled by SEPTA??
Anyway, this kid had a photo shoot the next day with a photographer unconnected with our movie. He didn’t have an orgasm for him either. And he didn’t get paid. Also, he had the nerve to invite one of the other cast members to stay after we all left to continue fucking him! Kids.
I’m listening to “Un Poco de Sangre” from El Circo by Maldita Vecindad y los Hijos del 5th Patio.
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