The Porn Star

big maxI recently came across Big Max online just before midnight on a Tuesday night. I’ve seen him in dozens of porn scenes and knew he worked here in Orange County as an escort, but I have never seen him online before. I assumed it was a waste of time to hit on a famous porn star but I was horny and bored, so I sent him a simple message. “How’s it going tonight, handsome?”

“I’m good,” he wrote back. “Bored and a little horny.”

That got a rise from my eyebrows as well as my dick. “Same here.”

“You a top?” he asked. “I’d love to get fucked tonight.”

That surprised me on several levels: One; Big Max is always the big rough top in his movies. Two; while I’m not ugly, Big Max is stunningly beautiful by anyone’s standards and I wasn’t sure what he expected from me.

“Total dom top here,” I typed back, hoping that kept his attention rather than scaring him away.

We messaged back and forth a few times and before I knew it, I had his address. “What’s your name?” I asked. I’m not sure why, and I was afraid it could offend him, but I was embarrassed to admit that I recognized him from his movies. Recognized, hell: I’ve blown my load watching his scenes at least 100 times.

He said his name was Jason and I told him I’d be at his place in 30 minutes.

I took a quick shower, put on a ball cap and made it to his apartment right on time. He answered the door wearing sweats and an old wife beater that showed off his muscled body. The first thing that surprised me was how short he was: I’m six foot even so he had to be 5’7” at best. The second surprise was that he looked much better than he did in his movies; and even more muscular than I had imagined. His wavy brown hair was wet, so I assumed he just stepped out of the shower. His grey eyes looked tired and if I didn’t know any better, I would have guessed he was shy or nervous. He asked if I wanted a drink and started making polite small talk.

I took a chance and grabbed the front of his neck, pulled him towards me, and kissed him before he had a chance to change his mind and send me home. It seemed I had caught him off guard, but he didn’t pull away. I kissed him harder and began rubbing his muscular shoulders. He sighed and began to relax.

I figured I better move fast and keep him guessing before he changed his mind, so I reached down and grabbed the back of his thighs and picked him up like a child, carrying the little muscle beast to his bedroom. Without a word, he let me know with his eyes and the way he was holding me that I just did exactly what he wanted. I dropped him on his bed and pulled his sweats off to find him wearing a jockstrap. He rolled over, playfully, showing off his muscle-butt. It was perfect: Smooth and ripped with a speedo tan line. I leaned forward towards his beautiful ass as though being drawn to it. I licked it, lightly, which made him arch his back. I chewed on it and made him moan, and then I grabbed his hips and pulled him towards the end of the bed and buried my mouth in his ass.

“Yes,” he whispered as he spread his legs, as though no one had ever worshiped him like this before.

I spent hundreds of nights jacking off while imagining this very scene, and I simply couldn’t take it any longer. I yanked my pants and underwear down to my ankles in one hard pull and climbed on top of him. I grabbed the back of his neck and pushed his head into the mattress with my weight. “I’m sorry,” I said in true sincerity, “but I have to fuck you.” I spit on his ass and began grinding my cock between his vice-like cheeks.

He moaned and assumed a push-up stance, pretending to try to get away, but he didn’t fool me: This guy was all muscle and could have easily thrown me across the room if he’d wanted. I grabbed behind his right thigh and pushed his knee up towards his chest, spreading his cheeks apart. Ignoring his play-struggling, I spit on his ass again and made my move. The craziest thing: His entire body went limp as soon as my cock made contact with his hole, as though he had completely surrendered to me. I didn’t ask if I could fuck him raw and at the moment, I didn’t fucking care: Big Max was mine and my cock simply had to be inside of him.

I pushed in, slow but steady. His hole was fevered and tight, almost too tight. His moans seemed real and I knew we needed lube, but I couldn’t bring myself to do anything that may break this spell he was under. I moved slowly for a few minutes until his ass began to relax, and then I put my weight into it, fucking him hard and long as though he was nothing more than a hole for me to seed. All pretenses were gone and I didn’t bother faking concern for his pleasure. I tore his wife-beater from his back, revealing his world-famous tats, then grabbed his head with both hands and pounded his ass until there was absolutely no possible way I could have stopped myself from shooting. My first shot of cum drove deep and I felt like I might pass out as I continued to pump my load into his hole. “Fuck. Fuck,” I kept moaning, unable to stop as I rode out my convulsive orgasm. “Fuck!”

Time began again, and he finally slid out from under me. He looked at me for the first time since I threw him on the bed. “Are you able to do that again?” he asked in a southern drawl I hadn’t recognized before.

“Sure,” I panted, completely wrecked. “Just give me a week to recharge.”

“Good,” Big Max/Jason said, smiling. “I want more. I want all of it!” He grabbed a pillow and curled up next to me. Entranced and completely stupefied by the whole event, I ran my hand through his hair and lightly traced his ear with my fingertip, marveling at how completely natural it felt to be spooned up against him. He pressed his ass up against me and was lightly snoring within minutes.

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