Dial "G" for Glory

My favorite shoots start with a phone call from a stranger. I like these unexpected calls and I depend on them. They keep me connected to non-porn sex in the real world. Taping these anonymous encounters is what keeps our porn weighted toward the real, the documentary.



When a guy called me the other day, he let me know that we'd never met. But he knew my vids, and was certain I'd be interested in his proposition. He was going to a local bookstore to put his ass up to a gloryhole for anyone to use. He wanted to know if I'd like to watch but what he really wanted was for me to tape him getting fucked.



He didn't have to ask twice. I grabbed one of the cameras that shoots well in the dark. Damon and I drove to the bookstore and did our best to saunter in casually. One of the reasons I never appear in videos is because I like to do things like this without being recognized. I love my anonymity---and I depend on it.

So I was able to get in unnoticed but Damon was recognized by the guy behind the counter, a fan. While Damon answered the guy's questions about what it's like to have blown half the men in America, I cruised the back, looking into the booths. I finally found the slut-bottom with his ass already pressed against the hole in the stall wall.



He turned out to be sexy and he had a perfect little fuckhole. I later
learned that he's a surfer who lives down the coast. He spends his time riding waves and riding cock, and that's given him a lithe muscled body, ready to be used.

Here are a few shots of him getting fucked--and felched--through the
hole.









He was hoping for a dozen or more loads up his ass, but I only had
time to tape him taking three before I had to get back to work. I went back
later hoping to fuck him myself. But by then he was gone.

--Paul Morris