Words By Rain DeGrey

There are a number of reasons why men choose to go into porn. However, they are usually the wrong reasons. If you go into the industry for 'fame', you will be sadly disappointed. 95% of the shots are going to be extreme closeups of your (hopefully well-trimmed) ass hair,  sphincter, and balls bouncing around like wrinkled plums as your dick plunges in and out of a girl's holes over and over again. Your asshole will be more well known than your face.

Another reason guys go into porn is because they think there is a ton of money to be made. Ha! You might make anywhere from $200 to $800 for a single day of working, which seems like a huge amount of money, but porn is not a 40 hour-a-week job. There are always dry periods where you're waiting for that next gig, and until it happens you spend your time stretching out your money.

And a lot of the money that you do earn is re-invested in maintaining your image, i.e.  gyms, working out, tanning, hair cuts, etc. Ken has nothing on porn guys in terms of grooming! I bet you never figured that being a male porn star would mean spending an extended chunk of time bent over and spreading your cheeks while starting at your asshole, taint and balls in mirrors trying to decide if they are groomed properly.

The main reason guys decide to give porn a try is, well, totally obvious right? Getting PAID to fuck hot chicks right?! Dream job! Not so fast. It isn't just a hot chick lying there waiting to get her holes stuffed full of your man meat. There are a ton of people in the room from production assistants and the rest of the video crew to the director, not to mention the hot blinding lights focused directly on your dick. Now get hard! Rock hard! It doesn't matter that the set light are causing you to overheat, don't lose that erection! it doesn't matter if you aren't attracted to the girl, you find her annoying or she just isn't your type. It also doesn't matter that some dude you've never met before has a camera eight inches away from your dick and bouncing balls. Hell, it doesn't even matter if they are having you fuck in the most uncomfortable positions known to man and all your muscles are cramping up, you better stay HARD!! Now it's time to cum. Deliver that pop shot! It better not take too long either. Male talent that have a difficult time cumming in a quick and reasonable manner will soon find that their phone stops ringing with offers of more work. Simply put, it's not for everybody.

And then there are people like Steve Holmes. He got into porn because he truly passionately, deeply loves to fuck. He loves to fuck as many people as possible and as often as possible. The man is a mutant. He can deliver a pop shot on command. Whenever and wherever you need cum on a girl's face, he is ready and available.

I once saw a video clip where he was working with a very new girl, a new girl that wasn't totally stoked on getting a face full of man juice splattered all over her mug. She dodged at the last minute, and Steve's baby batter naturally missed its mark. The director and Steve berated the lil cum dodger, seeing as how the video was supposed to end with a facial. Now for normal folks, this could have ruined the whole movie. They could have lost valuable hours and footage trying to get a second cum shot. Heck, in the worst case scenario, they could have even waited 'til the next day to try and get a pop shot. Not Steve. "Give me a moment," he said, with one hand holding the young cum dodger's face firmly in place and the other hand pumping furiously on his freshly-spent cock. Sure enough, in about 40 seconds a SECOND jet of cum shoots out and paints her face. Like I said, the man is a mutant.

And this is where Steve Holmes and his monster cock run into me. He had been at Kink.com all day shooting for one of their sites and I was about to go shoot for Publicdisgrace.com. I was dressed up in wardrobe, which consisted of a ridiculously short miniskirt, a tight little crop top and gobs of stage makeup. It was obvious I was about to go off to get fucked. Did he say, "I've had a long day and should probably get some rest so I can be fresh for my shoot tomorrow"? No he did not. I told you the man was a mutant. He promptly jumped in the van that was shuttling us off to the bar where my shoot was being held so he could join in the fun.

The moment Steve got in the van he whipped out his cell phone and started dialing. He's one of those porn stars that really truly believes in reaching out to his fans. And by reaching out, I mean with his penis. If you want to fuck Steve Holmes, he is more than willing to help you out. Send him a message on Fetlife, email him, tweet at him, he'll most likely make it happen. He wants to share the love. And by "love" I mean massive monster cock. He got in touch with his fan for the day, and she said she would meet us at the shooting location but it might take her a little while to get there.

The shoot was memorable. I was put on a sybian and made to suck cock while I came my brains out. I was well-used by a ton of cock while a crowd watched and drank beers. And, of course, in the end Princess Donna threw me onto a pool table and fisted me until I came all over it. I can only imagine the people that came to the bar the next night to shoot pool, completely oblivious of what had gone down on that pool table 24 hours previously.

It wasn't until the shoot was almost over that Steve Holmes's fan of the day was able to make it to the location. She wasn't what I was expecting. She was a black Muslim (head-covering and all), somewhat curvy truck driver (she informed me she drove semi-trucks for a living later on in the night around a mouthful of Steve's cock) with a bad knee wrapped in a leg brace and a slight limp. I guess Steve's talents have a broad appeal. I was exhausted and fucked limp, covered in spit and cum and beer and sweat, and this lady was raring to go. She was shimmying all over Steve, grinding up against his cock with a "Let's Party!!!" gleam in her eyes. Steve was also ready to go, despite the fact he had done a Sex And Submission shoot during the day and had just fucked me for three hours for Public Disgrace. Like I said, this man is a mutant. He can fuck all day and night without a break. It's a good thing he started doing porn as he would be too much for just one woman to handle.

Unfortunately for Steve and his date, the shoot was over and the bar was closing down. The crew was exhausted and it was time to head back to the Armory. As much as he wanted to bang the trucker in the bar's broom closet, Steve had come along in the van and had no other option but to come back with us. A compromise was reached where we would make a detour on the way back to Kink and drop the fan back off at her house. She enthusiastically clambered into the van, struggled over light sets and bags of sex toys (this was no easy task considering her knee brace), wedged herself on the floor between a row of seats and promptly started sucking Steve's cock.

It was an enthusiastic BJ, I had to give her that, but I could tell from the look on her face we were a disappointment as far as porn stars went. She thought we were going to bust out into some orgy in the backseats, and instead she had a van full of sticky tired people watching jadedly as she gummed on Steve's massive endowment. We didn't know where her house was, so she had to call out directions, but she was so unwilling to stop sucking Steve's dick that the directions came out "lefffut *slooper* hurre. 2 bllluocks. Drool." And I believe she was giving directions the long way around to draw out her cock sucking time, as the "quick drop off at her place" turned out to be more like 15 minutes out of our way. 15 long minutes when you have to pee, there is lube trickling out of your ass and beer mashed into your hair.

When we finally got to her house, she invited us all in because she wanted us to meet her teenage son. I can't even imagine what the son's reaction would be to his mother introducing him to a van full of sweaty porn stars at midnight while she had cock breath. We passed on the meet and greet and turned back for the long drive. We had almost made it onto the freeway when Steve's phone rang. It was his fan. She had left her purse in the van and needed us to turn around and return it to her. There was a huge collective sigh as we debated throwing Steve out of the van and running over his charming slutty ass. Repeatedly.

In the end, there was nothing to be done. We drove back and gave her back her purse. She was so frantic and happy to have it back she was pulling money out of her wallet and shoving through the open window, trying to pay us for our trouble. We passed on the money, just as we had passed on the crazed orgy that she had so badly wanted, and finally drove back, hissing at Steve all the while, "No more fans, you tramp!!"


Rain DeGrey is a veteran performer with over eight years in the industry who is blessed with both an extremely open mind and a very twisted sense of humor. When she is not being a Professional Naked Person she keeps herself busy as a writer, educator, and performer. For more Rain DeGrey, go to raindegrey.com, raindegrey.net and @raindegrey on twitter.