ABSTRACT
Except, these weren't really professionals. None of the guys had done porno before; the cameraman was the most experienced of all of us, and he proved completely unreliable (I don't know, maybe he wasn't getting paid). I can't speak for the other performers, but I wasn't doing it for the money; I was doing it because I liked sex, and I liked the idea ofbeing on film. That, and two of my costars, John and Tony, turned me on in a big way. Tony played the mean farmer who abuses trespassers; John played the cop he calls to help him out. Personally, I couldn't care less what the fantasy scenario was; I liked the reality: Tony's dark, curly hair and bushy eyebrows, John's big, pouty lips and the way his butt seemed to float about an inch behind and above where it should've been ... So I put up with the long hours and rude treatment that comes with being a sex star, and frankly, I had a blast. The most memorable part of the movie isn't the scene with John and Tony in the brussels sprout field, however, where they "rape" me with a cucumber and then double-fuck me; it's the later scene, up at the barn, where John and Tony get it on
with each other. I had to stand by and watch that scene . . . and greater frustration hath no man ever experienced. I knelt on the sidelines, mouth open, eager for a chance to "fluff" either one of them. One time when John went outside to take a piss, I drank that, too, and then sucked him up hard again. He had a fabulous, leisurely manner of fucking a face that really got me worked up; pity it isn't documented better in the movie.
