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Bi-Sexual Male / 64
Fluffer Nutter
At 15 I got kicked out. I was caught stealing. It wasn't that much. A package of cupcakes. I had a sweet tooth. Maybe it was worth fifty cents. That was 1972 and early summer and I had no money and no place to live and school was no longer an option.
So I did something absolutely insane. I hitch-hiked all the way from Rhode Island to California. I figured if I'm going to be homeless I was going to do it in L.A.
It took two weeks to get there. I had no idea how incredibly dangerous a thing that was. At the time it was an adventure. Sometimes I walked for hours and never got a ride offer and another time I got a ride from Pittsburg to St. Louis. The average was probably about 20 or so miles. There were just not a lot of people going a long distance westward. I probably met almost a hundred different people that way. They ranged from Roman Catholic priests to truck drivers. About half expected me to give them something in return and being a young slender and dare I say cute fifteen year old boy with long hair and a hippy persona about half the people who gave me a lift expected some sort of sexual favor and about a third of them were girls. I've heard that between five and ten percent of men are gay but I think that's closer to maybe 25% and the same number probably are bi. I sucked at least 40 cocks before I got to L.A. Before I started I'd probably describe myself as slightly bi curious. I had been attracted to hundreds of girls and women of course but could think of only two guys I'd do it with and like me both were young, slender, effeminate and had long hair, in other words, kind of girly. That's probably why I got as many rides as I did and why I had to pay for those rides with sex of some sort at least half the time. But surprisingly I got the same requests from a lot of women. The oldest was a woman in her sixties and all she wanted was to suck my cock. So I agreed and she took out her fake teeth and gave me the best blow job ever.
The youngest was also fifteen and in her western state, fifteen year old's could get a driver's license. She claimed I was her first but she had already decided it would be a one night stand when she saw me hitching rides. She only got me five miles further up the road but was by far the best fuck and almost convinced me to take up cattle herding to be near her.
I finally arrived in L.A. a couple of weeks later and managed to hustle a couple of hundred dollars along the way. Truckers have the deepest pockets and the greatest hunger for getting their dick sucked and you'd be shocked by how many want young pretty boys to suck them off. In 1972 $200 was a lot of money, perhaps three to four weeks wages as a dish washer back home. But it didn't last long. Even at $15 a week in a cheep motel, the money dried up fast and was almost completely gone by the end of the summer. When everyone else my age was going back to school I got a job as a dish washer earning enough to keep my place and eat and occasionally catching a movie but never much more than that.
Then one day I was standing in front of a window at a shop in a fancy neighborhood ogling some mostly naked manikins dressed in about the sexiest lingerie you ever saw when a sleazy guy in flamboyant cowboy gear walked up to me and introduced himself. I thought he was a pimp until he explained that he made x-rated films and wanted to know if I needed a job. I told him about my dish washing gig and he laughed and said he could pay me three times that much and still be paying me less than I was worth. I agreed to my new job and got into his Caddy and rode with him back to his studio which was in an old warehouse in a run down neighborhood with a lot of bars on windows and doors. You wouldn't know it was a porn studio from the look of the outside. Inside it was a hotbed of activities mostly involving naked people and technicians.
He explained to me that most of the male porn stars are gay so they have a hard time getting hard and staying hard around naked women. He explained that he needed a cute young boy to get their motors running and my job would be "fluffer." Mostly I smiled at them, let them kiss me some and then suck them hard and then be available off camera so when they got soft in the presence of a woman I would jump in and suck them hard again so they could continue the scene. For that I got $200 a week. That was more than my Dad made in the factory and he considered that a decent job that paid the bills. Due to my small cock the producer didn't want me to join in on screen but I was exactly what the guys needed to stay hard. Technically, my job title was "preparations technician." It was something I could put on my resume and I even had my name appear in some credits. I did this until Halloween and had almost a grand saved up by then. The day before Halloween one of the actors told me about a better job I could get actually appearing on screen and making a lot more money. I told him my cock was way too small for porn and he told me that with my looks the size of my cock didn't matter as long as I smiled and looked into the camera while getting my throat fucked by huge gay cocks. So I agreed to the job and that was how I got on the other side of the camera. I was in a lot of demand as a twink porn star. I got my photos on the cover of over a hundred 8mm films. We made three films a week in those days, all shot on 8mm and almost all of those were silent. By 1973 they started making some 16mm and those had sound and were higher resolution and faster speed so they were higher quality.
A nutter was someone who would shoot their load on camera usually on someone's face or pussy. In gay porn a nutter was the same but in my case, I mostly came without being touched with a big cock up my ass. It happened by accident the first time. After that, directors wanted me to do it every time. Turns out if a cock is big enough and is rubbing against my prostate I cum involuntarily, especially if I'm horny which I always am with a cock up my ass. So we would start the scene with me sucking off a well hung stud then he'd take me in his lap and He'd fuck my ass or we would do it doggy style with him behind me. We would change positions a few times then the director would tell me to cum and as long as the guy fucking me had a big enough cock and was fucking me hard and fast enough I would. Then he would pull out and either cum on my ass or on my crotch. Other scenes I'd just have him cum on my face. But due to my reputation I now always got fucked in the ass in a position where you could see on film my cum squirting while I'm getting fucked without having to touch my cock or have anyone else do it.
But, doing gay porn does not mean you get to continuously suck cock and I was REALLY into sucking big cock. There just wasn't enough work even for what I did so despite earning $500 a film ($1000-$1500 a week) as a bottom or twink, I also worked part time as a fluffer still and getting another $100 to $200 a week doing that. Some weeks I made almost $2000.
So in porn circles in the early 70's I became known as the "Fluffer-Nutter."
But such things didn't last.
By the time I turned 18 directors lost interest in casting me. I had grown up and so was no longer as appealing as once I was. Unfortunately my cock didn't grow up with me and was little bigger at 18 than it was at 15 so there was no demand for me to ..(continue confession)
So I did something absolutely insane. I hitch-hiked all the way from Rhode Island to California. I figured if I'm going to be homeless I was going to do it in L.A.
It took two weeks to get there. I had no idea how incredibly dangerous a thing that was. At the time it was an adventure. Sometimes I walked for hours and never got a ride offer and another time I got a ride from Pittsburg to St. Louis. The average was probably about 20 or so miles. There were just not a lot of people going a long distance westward. I probably met almost a hundred different people that way. They ranged from Roman Catholic priests to truck drivers. About half expected me to give them something in return and being a young slender and dare I say cute fifteen year old boy with long hair and a hippy persona about half the people who gave me a lift expected some sort of sexual favor and about a third of them were girls. I've heard that between five and ten percent of men are gay but I think that's closer to maybe 25% and the same number probably are bi. I sucked at least 40 cocks before I got to L.A. Before I started I'd probably describe myself as slightly bi curious. I had been attracted to hundreds of girls and women of course but could think of only two guys I'd do it with and like me both were young, slender, effeminate and had long hair, in other words, kind of girly. That's probably why I got as many rides as I did and why I had to pay for those rides with sex of some sort at least half the time. But surprisingly I got the same requests from a lot of women. The oldest was a woman in her sixties and all she wanted was to suck my cock. So I agreed and she took out her fake teeth and gave me the best blow job ever.
The youngest was also fifteen and in her western state, fifteen year old's could get a driver's license. She claimed I was her first but she had already decided it would be a one night stand when she saw me hitching rides. She only got me five miles further up the road but was by far the best fuck and almost convinced me to take up cattle herding to be near her.
I finally arrived in L.A. a couple of weeks later and managed to hustle a couple of hundred dollars along the way. Truckers have the deepest pockets and the greatest hunger for getting their dick sucked and you'd be shocked by how many want young pretty boys to suck them off. In 1972 $200 was a lot of money, perhaps three to four weeks wages as a dish washer back home. But it didn't last long. Even at $15 a week in a cheep motel, the money dried up fast and was almost completely gone by the end of the summer. When everyone else my age was going back to school I got a job as a dish washer earning enough to keep my place and eat and occasionally catching a movie but never much more than that.
Then one day I was standing in front of a window at a shop in a fancy neighborhood ogling some mostly naked manikins dressed in about the sexiest lingerie you ever saw when a sleazy guy in flamboyant cowboy gear walked up to me and introduced himself. I thought he was a pimp until he explained that he made x-rated films and wanted to know if I needed a job. I told him about my dish washing gig and he laughed and said he could pay me three times that much and still be paying me less than I was worth. I agreed to my new job and got into his Caddy and rode with him back to his studio which was in an old warehouse in a run down neighborhood with a lot of bars on windows and doors. You wouldn't know it was a porn studio from the look of the outside. Inside it was a hotbed of activities mostly involving naked people and technicians.
He explained to me that most of the male porn stars are gay so they have a hard time getting hard and staying hard around naked women. He explained that he needed a cute young boy to get their motors running and my job would be "fluffer." Mostly I smiled at them, let them kiss me some and then suck them hard and then be available off camera so when they got soft in the presence of a woman I would jump in and suck them hard again so they could continue the scene. For that I got $200 a week. That was more than my Dad made in the factory and he considered that a decent job that paid the bills. Due to my small cock the producer didn't want me to join in on screen but I was exactly what the guys needed to stay hard. Technically, my job title was "preparations technician." It was something I could put on my resume and I even had my name appear in some credits. I did this until Halloween and had almost a grand saved up by then. The day before Halloween one of the actors told me about a better job I could get actually appearing on screen and making a lot more money. I told him my cock was way too small for porn and he told me that with my looks the size of my cock didn't matter as long as I smiled and looked into the camera while getting my throat fucked by huge gay cocks. So I agreed to the job and that was how I got on the other side of the camera. I was in a lot of demand as a twink porn star. I got my photos on the cover of over a hundred 8mm films. We made three films a week in those days, all shot on 8mm and almost all of those were silent. By 1973 they started making some 16mm and those had sound and were higher resolution and faster speed so they were higher quality.
A nutter was someone who would shoot their load on camera usually on someone's face or pussy. In gay porn a nutter was the same but in my case, I mostly came without being touched with a big cock up my ass. It happened by accident the first time. After that, directors wanted me to do it every time. Turns out if a cock is big enough and is rubbing against my prostate I cum involuntarily, especially if I'm horny which I always am with a cock up my ass. So we would start the scene with me sucking off a well hung stud then he'd take me in his lap and He'd fuck my ass or we would do it doggy style with him behind me. We would change positions a few times then the director would tell me to cum and as long as the guy fucking me had a big enough cock and was fucking me hard and fast enough I would. Then he would pull out and either cum on my ass or on my crotch. Other scenes I'd just have him cum on my face. But due to my reputation I now always got fucked in the ass in a position where you could see on film my cum squirting while I'm getting fucked without having to touch my cock or have anyone else do it.
But, doing gay porn does not mean you get to continuously suck cock and I was REALLY into sucking big cock. There just wasn't enough work even for what I did so despite earning $500 a film ($1000-$1500 a week) as a bottom or twink, I also worked part time as a fluffer still and getting another $100 to $200 a week doing that. Some weeks I made almost $2000.
So in porn circles in the early 70's I became known as the "Fluffer-Nutter."
But such things didn't last.
By the time I turned 18 directors lost interest in casting me. I had grown up and so was no longer as appealing as once I was. Unfortunately my cock didn't grow up with me and was little bigger at 18 than it was at 15 so there was no demand for me to ..(continue confession)
