I Acted in a Gay Porno With NakedSword and Saw How the Sausage Gets…Sucked

A little behind the scenes for you civilians.

Photo courtesy of Falcon | NakedSword. Harold Lopez (standing) and Oliver Hunt (sitting).

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I acted in a porno with the iconic gay production studio Falcon | NakedSword! No, sadly, I did not fuck. I was in a non-sex role, but I did get to see the porn stars do their thing live. Truly, it was a sight to behold, and I’d like to share a little BTS for y’all.

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I lay on a Victorian chaise in the living room of the Belevedre in Cherry Grove. Chandeliers dangled from above, Grecian nude busts surrounded me, and crown molding covered the walls. It gave Grey Gardens, a choice for the aesthetic of a nude male resort, but one I actually didn’t mind. Outside on the deck, overlooking the ocean, I saw a dozen naked men in downward dog, their civilian holes staring at me.

In front of me were two naked men with impossibly chiseled physiques and extremely erect penises. Between the nude MMX yoga class behind me and the porn stars in front of me, I felt overstimulated. Not necessarily horny, but aroused.

While I had partaken in a few filmed gangbangs for OnlyFans, I had never been on the set of a professional (i.e., studio) gay porno, and I was interested to see how the sausage got made sucked. It was simultaneously exhilarating and tedious. The men were beautiful, and I would have happily pushed a toddler in front of a bus just to suck one of their penises for three seconds. Still, there was a lot of downtime as the men needed to get (and sustain being) hard and sometimes required to re-douche as they were getting pulverized by absolutely monster dongs for an hour on end.

But at that moment, as Oliver and Harold stood next to each other, their erect penises so close they were nearly kissing, I was indeed aroused. Producer Marc MacNamara was taking the stills that would be used for promo, on the cover of the DVDs, on their website, and so on.

“Cheat out and arch that back,” Marc told the duo while snapping photos. Oliver popped his ass out, and Harold turned to give the camera a little more peen.

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I’ve been watching gay studio porn since college, and I’d categorize the professional performers into two groups. 

The first are good-looking men, but no better looking than the boys who frequent Hell’s Kitchen and West Hollywood. This isn’t a dig at the performers, but it speaks to the fact that gay men, all too often, are ripped and conventionally attractive. You can throw a stone anywhere on 9th Ave. between 46th and 54th St. and hit a cutesy twink, cut twunk, bearded jock, or hairy power bottom with glutes like a ripe peach, firm yet juicy. 

The second group was born to be porn stars—men whose beauty and strength far surpass mere mortals. Harold was one such demigod. Towering at well over six feet, Harold was the type of man you’d do a triple take if you saw him walking down the street. The moment you got home, you’d jack off to him in the shower.

He wasn’t just a giant—everything about him was giant. His pecs, cock, ass, eyes, lips, and ass—all giant. Yet his face, while masculine with a cut jawline and cheekbones, still had a soft, almost boyish quality. His smile was youthful and exuberant. 

“Zach, you’re up,” said Marc, the film’s co-director, co-producer, and videographer. I undressed, removing my underwear, and sat on the ottoman. The film’s writer, Ben Rush, handed me my laptop. I placed it on my junk, obscuring my genitals. The two performers stood behind me, their cocks at eye level, inches from poking out my eyes. 

What if I opened my mouth and slipped, and Harold’s penis “accidentally” landed in the back of my throat? I asked myself before deciding there was zero world in which it would be believable.

“Give me a little smirk,” Marc said. I wrapped my hands around the two men, careful not to accidentally graze their dicks, and grabbed their thighs. My periphery was filled with massive, veiny cocks. I softened my gaze on the camera, focusing laterally, and started to feel my dick poke at my computer. 

Jesus Christ, Zach, keep it together, I thought as I pitched a tent.

“Nicely done, everyone,” Marc said. I stood up and revealed my erection. (There was no way to hide it.) 

“Sorry,” I said, blushing. “There was just a lot of um…dick in my face.”

The performers laughed, flattered. 

Marc, in business mode, continued, “Is there anything you don’t feel comfortable with? Any boundaries?” The performers shook their heads in unison. “Harold, I know you’re a top, but are you okay with getting your ass eaten?”

“Eaten is totally fine,” Harold replied. 

“And Oliver, is there a preferred position you like to start in?”

“Me on top.”

“Great, after the sucking and ass eating, when we move onto actual penetration, let’s start in cowgirl. And lastly, cumming. How do you like to cum? Is it better inside or outside the actor’s studio?”

Both men said it’s easier to cum stroking themselves, and they both enjoyed facials.

“All right, let’s get to it,” Marc said. “Just a reminder to cheat out and to really give the fantasy. If viewers wanted reality, they’d ride a bus. I want moans. I want dirty talk. If you’re not sure what to say, say what you’re doing. Things like, ‘God, I love pounding that juicy ass,’ and ‘Your cock feels amazing in my hole.’ When I tell you to transition, I’m not asking you to become a woman. I’m asking you to change to the next position.”

Everyone laughed. 

“How are we feeling, good?” Nods all around. “Start making out. With the first transition, Oliver will drop to your knees and start sucking Harold. The next transition will move to Harold eating Oliver’s ass in doggy style. Let’s go!”

Marc MacNamara's original storyboard

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The moment the cameras started rolling, a flip switched in Harold. He was no longer the gentle giant with a million-dollar smile. He was the top about to destroy a big-bootied bottom with his 9-inch sword. He grabbed the back of Oliver’s head and started kissing—sloppy, wet, hungry kisses. Harold palmed Oliver’s ass while Oliver squeezed his giant pecs. Harold’s hand drifted from the back of his head to the front of his throat. He applied pressure while looking into the bottom’s eyes. 

“Another minute of passion annnnnddddd—TRANSITION!”

“Suck my dick,” Harold said, his voice an octave lower now that the camera was rolling.

“Fuck yes,” Oliver replied, dropping to his knees. Oliver circled his tongue around Harold’s dick as Harold leaned back and twisted his torso. His cum gutters cheated towards the camera and acted as a luge for sweat. 

“Deeper,” Harold growled, pushing Oliver down on his shaft. Oliver gagged and coughed up some drool. “That’s it.”

Eventually, Oliver came up for air. “Holy shit,” he said, catching his breath. 

“Come on, keep sucking.” Oliver relaxed his throat, and Harold started to throat fuck him, his entire cock disappearing with each thrust. 

Gulp, gulp, gulp. Harold smacked Oliver’s ass, giving a loud, satisfying wallop. Marc lay on the floor, shooting upward, making Harold’s almighty dick look even more massive on the screen. Oliver’s chin was covered in drool.

“TRANSITION! I am loving this. Let’s keep up the energy for just six more minutes.” 

The boys transitioned, Oliver now in doggy on the chaise. “Okay, let’s hang one leg off the chaise, Oliver, so you can cheat out a little more—that’s perfect! Harold, switch hands so you’re not covering your face while rimming him—okay, great.”

Oliver grabbed Harold’s head and pushed him further into his asshole. The man feasted while stroking his veiny uncut cock, and Oliver let out a soulful moan, a man lost in pleasure.

“Thirty more seconds! Give me everything you got,” Marc shouted. He stood up and slowly walked back, angling the camera lower, before again approaching the two men, a mere foot from the action. 

Harold spread Oliver’s cheeks even wider, his long, Gene Simmons-esq tongue visibly pressing flat on his hole, licking, lapping, prodding. 

“AMAZING! We got it,” Marc said, rising from the floor. “Let’s set up for the next few scenes! Marc’s crew, two handsome gay men, grabbed the lighting and futzed with them. They removed all the snacks, water bottles, towels, and lubes so they wouldn’t be in the next shot and pulled the chaise out slightly so there wasn’t a glare from the window. 

Meanwhile, Oliver and Harold looked at their phones and continued to stroke themselves so that they could remain hard. I wondered what porn they were watching—what porn a porn star watches—but I didn’t want to interrupt them to ask. 

“How you guys feeling?” Marc asked. 

“Good,” the heartthrobs replied in unison, not looking up from their phones. 

“Awesome, so next, let’s start with Oliver riding Harold. Move into the Pile Driver. Oliver will then rim and suck Harold, and we’ll finish in Missionary with Harold pulling out to give Oliver a facial. Any questions? No? Let’s wrap this up strong. I want even louder. Remember, it’s all about the fantasy. More moans. More talking. More energy!”

Harold lay on the chaise, his dick pointing straight to the sky, like a ladder to heaven. The naked yogis on the deck were lying in Shavasana, out of frame. 

The cameras weren’t yet rolling as Oliver squatted over Harold. “Jesus fuck,” Oliver said. He had barely made it past Harld’s head before he needed to pull out, take a few deep breaths, and apply more lube. (Alas, as they didn’t want to ruin the furniture, they could only use water-based lube, which, as we all know, is a bitch for anal). Harold lay there still. 

The second time, Oliver made it to mid-shaft before pulling out. 

“Third time’s the charm,” Marc joked, and indeed it was. Oliver sat on that dick and gave a little wiggle at the bottom, loosening himself up on Harold’s enormous shlong. 

“Let’s start slow here, Harold. We’re not trying to kill Oliver,” Marc said. “Oliver, when you feel ready to take a pounding, let us know, and we’ll start rolling.”

“Will do!” Oliver slowly rode Harold’s cock up and down, taking a break once he reached the base to sit and breathe. When his eyes widened, everyone in the room knew they weren’t the only things that widened. 

“Ready,” he said. 

Harold wrapped his long arms around Oliver and grabbed both of his ass cheeks. He held Oliver in place like a fuck doll as he started to thrust mightily. I was impressed by how far out Harold removed his dick each time, up to the head, without slipping out. To see his gargantuan piece sticking it to him repeatedly was a miraculous sight. While I love full-body shots, I do like it when they do a close-up of the penetration; there’s something about that angle that screams fucking. Pure sex. It’s not about who these people are. It’s about the action of that dick claiming a hole, absolutely owning it. 

I felt a stir down south and surreptitiously readjusted. 

“TRANSITION! And I want more than moans. Give me dirty talk!” Marc shouted. 

Oliver hopped off Harold, lay on the ground, and curled himself into a ball. 

“CUT!” Marc said. “Yeah, the Pile Driver is a little challenging to get into, so take your time setting up.”

This wonderful NSFW AI image from Wikipedia perfectly illustrates the position. It shows how the bottom can easily fuck up their neck, back, hips—pretty much any body part in this position. (I, a 6’4 man, have never bottomed in this position but have indeed topped in it, and I will say, it’s nothing but net. All hole, baby!)

Once in position, Marc shouted, “Action!” Harold began dipping his dick into Oliver as Oliver’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. (This position really allows for so much depth, going well past the first hole to the mystical eighth hole). Oliver stroked his cock, mere inches from his own face, as Harold pulverized him into a pulp. Harold looked particularly giant in this position, especially divine, as the light behind acted as a halo. 

As the scene progressed, Marc danced around the two men, shooting from every angle—up above, down below, close-ups, long shots. The intensity of the producer as he looked through the camera and nearly slipped about five hundred items, yet somehow never actually fell. (Oh, actually, he did fall once while backing up, running into the lights and breaking the bulbs. We had to stop filming and bring a broom and vacuum to clean up. Luckily, Marc had spare bulbs.)

“Transition carefully here to Harold, now sucking.”

Six minutes later, “Transition to Harold getting his ass eaten.”

Another six minutes later, “Transition to Missionary. Last stretch. Energy up!” 

Oliver lay on his back with his legs over Harold’s shoulders. Harold gave it his all as sweat pooled down his sternum and leaked onto his abs. Oliver aggressively stroked his cock. 

“Shit, I’m close to cumming,” Oliver said.

“Love it, great! Cum all over yourself while getting fucked.” Marc jumped up from the floor and zoomed in on Oliver’s cock and chest as the star erupted a gloriously load. If he had cum on the highway, it would have been enough to cause a car to skid out. I guess that’s what happens when you’ve had your prostate vigorously stimulated for the past hour. 

“Perfect!” Marc said. “Okay, let me get a close-up of your cum face now. In the meantime, Harold, can you get yourself close for the facial? When you’re ready, let us know.” (FYI, from what I’ve gathered, usually there are multiple cameras on a shoot, so you wouldn’t need to film the cum shot and face while cumming separately. One camera would zoom in on the face, the other on the dick. But because this was a one-camera shoot, they had to be filmed separately.) 

Marc rolled as Oliver gave an exaggerated O face, his moans loud and his face scrunched.

“How we looking over there?” Marc asked Harold, who was looking at porn on his phone while stroking his cock at double speed. (Again, I really wanted to know what porn a porn star jerks off to!)

“Great! I’m pretty much there. Start rolling.” Harold put down the phone. Marc zoomed in on his cock, casting a shadow over Oliver’s face. The first spurt landed on Oliver’s forehead, causing him to flinch. The second landed directly into Oliver’s open mouth, and the third on his nose. By the time Harold finished, it looked like a ghost had exploded on Oliver’s face.

After getting a zoom-up of Harold’s O face, Marc announced, “That’s a wrap! You boys killed it. How are you feeling?”

“Great,” the men replied, both clearly happy they were able to cum. “Starving!” Oliver added, as he hadn’t eaten all day.

“Let’s go grab some lunch,” Ben said. As Marc and his crew began cleaning up the space, I approached Harold and congratulated him on the scene. “It was really hot!” I said. 

“Thank you,” he replied, his voice returned to a tenor range.

“Would you mind if I ask you what porn you were watching to get yourself to finish?”

“I actually don’t watch studio porn.”

“What were you watching then?”

“My husband. I only watch videos of my husband having sex with other men. He records them specially for me so I can cum while on set.” 

My mouth dropped. My heart melted. 

Being on set, I wasn’t surprised by much. It was pretty close to how I imagined a professional porn shoot would be, but in a million years, I never would have guessed what and who Harold used to finish himself off. It was so heartwarming, so unexpected, and only solidified my crush on the porn star even more.