Hooo, boy do I have some doozies.
First, one of my early experiences of porn, ca. 1987. I was home from college, hanging out with friends one Saturday night when we decide to go pester one of our gang, who was still on duty as a security guard in a retirement home. That meant (a) he was guaranteed to be bored, and (b) he had access to the rec room’s VCR-and-projection-TV.
So one of our number had this porno video. I can’t remember the featured actress, but she was big-time (and I think she later became a producer). The guy? Well, if it wasn’t Tony Danza, it sure as hell looked like Tony Danza, a baby, pre-Taxi version; the hair was definitely 1975. As soon as he opened his package, the “Who’s the Boss?” jokes started…justifiably. But I’ve never heard anything about Danza doing porn, and my google searches have been dry. Sigh.
The next story has to do with my beach share. New York Dopers know that I have a share in a house in Fire Island Pines, a remarkably self-contained, self-absorbed gay resort town on a glorified sandbar off Long Island. Summer of 2000, my house-mother-cum-best-friend, Jay, decided to recoup some house costs by renting the place to a friend of his for a porn shoot. So for two days, our home (which has a lot of deck area and a big pool) was the site of a porn production. I was not there as witness, but Jay was, and he learned…that continued for enough hours, any enterprise turns very dull.
Plus, thanks to Viagra there are no fluffers anymore.
Apparently the biggest challenge (ahem) was one of the tops he’d cast: the boy was so big, none of the bottoms wanted to deal with him. Finally, with plenty of coaxing (some of which may have been pharmacological, we’ll never know), “Michael” found a volunteer.
If you’re curious, the film is called “Fire Island Cruising,” by director “Michael Lucas.” You can find it on the tlavideo website.