THE DONKEY PRONG
ROBERT BAKER
I met Pedro the same way I got into the gay porno loops in the first place. Quite by accident. It all started when my best friend Michael, an independent film-maker, told me that he's been into the porno loops for quite some time, and I hadn't even known about it.
Michael had always been into a lot of nouveau-artsy stuff, and he had always had to hold down a full-time job in addition to the film-making, just to make ends meet. As naive as I was, I do remember wondering what was up when he quit his office job about a year ago. But I figured what the hell, he probably had some money in the bank, and he felt that he needed to dedicate more time to his film art.
Which was, actually, the truth. He sat me down one day and explained what he'd been up to. He told me that he'd made some valuable connections (not to mention a few hot fuck flicks) and that the venture was finally starting to pay off financially.
As if I wasn't surprised enough by Michael's revelation, he ended up by asking me if I'd be interested in making a little extra cash myself by being in a couple of loops!
I was really thrown by that on. Granted, I did qualify in some respects. I was gay, and so were the films. Also, I was nice enough looking and I had a more-than-decent swimmer's physique. But I was hardly a noted cocksman in this town, and I doubted very much that I'd be able to get it up in front of a camera. And if I did get it up, it was unlikely that my unimpressive six-inch rod would cause too many wet dreams.
After it sunk in that Michael was serious, I tried to make light of it, explaining my misgivings about such a venture.
"You're all wrong, Jimmy," Michael said, "You're absolutely perfect for loops. All you have to be is a nice-looking young guy with a good build who likes to get fucked. Once you're used to the camera and just doing what comes naturally, you'll be just perfect!"
I was still unconvinced, so Michael talked me into at least watching some of the films. I reluctantly agreed, and we went over to Michael's place and he set up his projector and turned off the lights.
God, did those movies get me hot! And Michael was right. The guys in the films weren't all hung like horses. Many had average sized dicks like mine. Of course, they were usually up there on the screen getting fucked by some 9-inch salami, but that didn't bother me much. Michael knows me well. Getting buttfucked is "what comes naturally" for me.
Well, to make a long story short, I made several loops for Michael. At first I did have trouble keeping a hard on while the camera rolled, so my close-ups in those first few loops were pretty much from the shoulders up. You guessed it: me swinging on some other guy's meat. But after a while, I was really loving my work. I was not only meeting but having sex with some really great- looking young hunks. The more I did it, the more I enjoyed it. And the more I enjoyed it, the better the finished product would be. And some of those flicks were definitely hot!
Michael and I were better buddies than ever, and sometimes he would get so turned on by a day's shoot, he'd take me home with him that night and fuck the hell out of me. I wasn't in love with Michael or anything, so our friendship wasn't affected by the occasional romp in the sack. We hung around together a lot even when we weren't working, and I got to meet a lot of his friends, most of whom were either filmmakers or in the porno industry as well.
It was during a little get-together at Michael's place that I first saw Pedro. He had come in with a guy who I'd never met who was supposedly an up-and-coming director. They were accompanied by two young women who I immediately assumed were actresses in porn flicks. The girls seemed to be more interested in one another than in either of the men, and Pedro seemed bored. He was keeping to himself, sitting in the kitchen having a beer and not talking to anyone.
I had thought he looked familiar when he first came in, but I couldn't remember where I had seen him before. He looked Hispanic, probably Cuban or Puerto Rican. He was about six feet tall and he had a wiry, slender look and dark, handsome features. He had a beautifully groomed thick moustache which made his sultry, quiet looks seem more alluring.
I wanted to talk to him and offered him a beer.
"Thanks," he said, taking the can from me and pulling the tab. I opened my beer and sat down at the kitchen table with him.
"My name's Jimmy," I said, extending my hand to him.
"I'm Pedro," he said, shaking my hand and managing a weak smile. His voice was soft but deeply masculine. He was the kind of man who looks even better after you hear him speak.
"You look familiar, Pedro," I said. "Are you a friend of Michael's?"
"No, I've never met him. He knows Paul, my director friend."
"Are you an actor?" I said.
"That is debatable," Pedro laughed. "I do porn loops for Paul." This statement seemed to make him somewhat uneasy.
"Really?" I blurted out, "I've done several of them for Michael! Maybe that's where I know you from."
"Maybe," Pedro said, his eyes downcast. "I do straight loops. I think Paul and Michael are talking about featuring me in one of Michael's films."
"Oh, really?" I said, trying hard not to sound too interested. I hoped, of course, that I would get to be his co-star! Then I had to ask it.
"What films have you been in?"
Pedro didn't answer at first. Finally he spoke, without looking at me. He spoke softly, as if he didn't want anyone else to hear.
"I guess my best known film was 'The Stable Boy'."
"Oh, shit!" I exclaimed, "There was only one guy in that movie! You must be. . ."
I awaited Pedro's confirmation of my sudden recognition, but he only glanced over at me and didn't say a word.
My face flushed. I felt like a total idiot, but I had to finish what I'd started.
"You must be the guy they bill as the 'donkey prong'!"
"That's me," Pedro sighed. Now it was my turn for embarrassed silence. It was no wonder I didn't recognize the deep, intelligent sounding voice. He never spoke a line in any of his films. If he had, it would have ruined the crude, rough image that he was meant to have onscreen!
I was talking to the man they called the "donkey prong', also known as "the spic with the killer dick". Pedro's claim to fame was a thick twelve inch cock!
I tried to change the subject as we drank our beers, talking about my friendship with Michael and how I'd gotten into this crazy business. I tactfully avoided asking Pedro how he got into the skin-flicks, because the answer was obvious: he was destined to do porno ever since the first time someone got a look at this tool!
Pedro didn't say much, and I was waiting for an opportunity to excuse myself, or for him to do the same, when he surprised me and asked me if I wanted another beer. I said yes, and he got up and went to the refrigerator to get them.
When he got up, I immediately noticed that his baggy trousers could barely conceal the famed meat hanging down his pantleg. I felt aroused, curious, and at the same time, sorry for him because he seemed so uncomfortable. And on the other hand, I was ashamed to admit that the reason I hadn't recognized his face was that I had rarely if ever looked above his waist when I saw one of his films!
We sat and talked for a while longer, or rather, I continued to babble, and Pedro listened. Finally he did speak.
"Hey, Jimmy," he said, "I'm sorry I'm not very good company tonight, but I'm completely exhausted. Paul's had me working for three days nonstop. I've had a total of about four hours sleep. I'm about ready to collapse. I think I'm just going to go home and relax."
"That's okay, Pedro. I understand. I'm glad I met you. Maybe we'll get a chance to talk again sometime when you're not so tired."
"Actually, Jimmy, I was going to ask you if you wanted to come over to my place and have another beer," he said, "I'm enjoying your company, and I'd really be a lot more comfortable at my place."
I was so stunned by his invitation, I agreed without hesitation. By the time we reached Pedro's apartment, I was a nervous wreck. I had assumed this guy was straight, and I was wondering what his motives were for asking me to go home with him. I was also questioning my own motives for going along with him in the first place!
Pedro had a great apartment. He had handsome, modern furniture and a 30-gallon tank full of beautiful tropical fish in his living room. We sat on opposite ends of the sofa and drank our beers. Pedro became more talkative.
"You seem like a really nice guy, Jimmy," he said. "Are you strictly gay or do you go both ways?"
"Oh, I'm gay," I said. "I don't think I could do straight loops. I couldn't get. . .interested in it."
Pedro laughed.
"I'm just not comfortable around a lot of people," he said, "Especially people in the business. I mean, at that party at Michael's place. I got so paranoid that people who didn't know me were staring at me and saying, 'Isn't that the donkey prong?' I'm so sick of being known for my dick size."
I didn't know how to respond to that, so I just sat and looked at him.
"And the people who do know me," he continued, "just seem to get bored with me because I'm not really like the guy in the X-rated flicks. I'm just a quiet, regular, soft-spoken guy who happens to have a deformity that a lot of folks find interesting."
"I see," I ventured, "it's like, people who don't know you act like they're disappointed that you're not a freak."
"That's about it." Pedro smiled. "And I'll be honest with you. Jimmy, when you first started talking to me, I thought you were probably trying to pick me up for just that reason. Then I realized by your conversation that you didn't know who I was. Funny thing is, I knew who you were. Paul had shown me a couple of your loops when he was trying to convince me to do a gay film."
"That's funny." I said, "sometimes I feel like no one would recognize me if I didn't have a cock in my mouth!" I didn't believe I'd had the nerve to say that, but Pedro laughed.
"Well, I recognized you, Jimmy. And it was really refreshing that you seemed to find me interesting even before you knew about my, uh, particular qualifications."
"Are you bisexual?" I asked. I was really curious. I hoped that it wouldn't sound like a come-on.
"Well," Pedro said, leaning back on the sofa and sighing, "I guess you could say that I'm functionally bisexual. I used to be straight. But my cock has more or less made me go both ways."
I looked at him questioningly.
"Jimmy, you must know that there is no vagina that can accommodate a cock the size of mine. It's a physical impossibility. And I learned early on in my sex life that few women are willing to try to take me anally.
I was speechless. I couldn't really comprehend all of this.
Pedro stared at me for a minute and didn't say anything. Then he got up and went to the kitchen to get us two more beers. We sat there sipping our beers. We sat there sipping our beers in silence. I didn't know what to say next.
"Every now and then, I'd meet a gay man who wanted to try to take me on in bed. Usually some cock-crazy young kid who had fantasies about getting fucked by a horse. So I figured I'd give it a try, just on the chance that I'd be able to have a satisfying sexual experience. Then as soon as the kid got a look at my dick, he'd just want to play with it and stare at it and maybe try to suck the head a little bit. And if he still thought he wanted to get fucked, we'd give it a try, and after I got a few inches into him, the kid would do a lot of hollering and screaming, and maybe he'd come, and that would be the last time I'd see him. Next thing I knew, he'd be talking all over town about how he took the donkey prong, and that was his claim to fame. That's what he would talk about to his tricks to get them turned on. Thing is, his tricks were guys with normal cocks, 8, 9 or sometimes 10 inches. But he could handle that."
I gathered all my nerve before I spoke again.
"I've often wondered about you. I mean, I've seen your films. The women seem to just fuss over you cock and suck on the first few inches of it, and maybe work a few inches into their cunts, and they ooh and aah a lot. But your cock. . .never seems. . .to get really hard, it's like you're just letting them. . .play with it."
"Oh, it gets hard, all right, Jimmy," Pedro said, "it's just that it's too heavy to stand out straight from my body like a normal cock."
There was a long, uncomfortable silence.
"Pedro," I started. I was afraid to continue. My own cock had been fully hard in my pants for the past half an hour.
"What, Jimmy?" he said.
"I'm not a crazy kid who thinks he wants to get fucked by a horse," I said, all the while thinking who among us hasn't imagined what it would be like to be taken by a gargantuan penis? Why else would we refer to men as "studs" and "stallions"?
"But that's not an act I put on in my flicks," I continued, "I really love to get fucked."
Pedro looked at me and waited for me to go on.
"I think you're a great-looking guy. That's why I wanted to talk to you at the party. And then I found out hat you were a really interesting person. I'm not fascinated by you because I think you're a freak."
Pedro swallowed the rest of his beer.
"It's getting really late," he said, "I think one more beer should do it for tonight. What do you say?"
"Sure, I'll have another one if you will."
"Great. Like I told you before, I haven't had enough sleep. After this one, I'm afraid I'll have to hit the sack."
"I understand," I said.
"I'd like you to stay the night with me, Jimmy."
I nodded. Between the beer and the implications, my head was spinning.
While Pedro showered, I undressed down to my briefs and sat on the edge of his bed. It was dark in his room and I watched the light under the bathroom door apprehensively. I felt dizzy when I heard him turn off the shower.
A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened.
Silhouetted by the bright bathroom light, Pedro stood there facing me, just a few feet from where I sat. He walked slowly toward me. Swinging free between his legs was a cock that must have measured a full ten inches completely flaccid. As he walked, it swung back and forth more that halfway to his knees. Nearly a foot of thick, veiny, beautiful cock. I took a deep breath and shuddered as I let it out.
He reached the bed and stood there in front of me and let me get a good, long look at this cock. His balls were large for any normal man, but they were dwarfed by his unnaturally huge penis.
His thighs were slender and nicely shaped, and had an even covering of hair. His calves were thin. What did I expect, runner's legs? That thing swinging in front of me would definitely impede physical exercise.
He had a dense bush of pubic hair which trailed off thinly to his navel. His stomach was hairless, and he had sparse but nicely defined hair on his chest. I looked up to his handsome face and that beautiful moustache that put Tom Selleck to shame.
"Touch it, Jimmy," he said, "Feel it. Pull it. It'll get hard pretty fast. It only grows a few more inches, but it thickens up somewhat, too."
I laughed nervously. It was like he was making excuses because it wasn't big as I expected. I had never seen anything like it before in my life. At this distance, it looked much larger than it did in his films.
I ran my hands through his pubic hair and across his stomach. I felt the shaft with both hands, stroking and gently pulling down the length of it. All I could think of was one of those economy size cans of furniture polish, stretched out to an impossible length.
As I stroked and pulled, the shaft did indeed grow thicker, and the huge cock began to slightly raise up just a little further away from his body as the cockhead snaked down closer to his knees. There was on bluish vein that seemed to measure at least ten inches all by itself. I leaned forward and traced the vein with my tongue. The skin on his cock was warm and sweet from his shower. I moaned softly.
"That's good, Jimmy. Enjoy it. It's all yours. You've never had that much cock before in your life."
I looked up into his eyes as he spoke. He smiled at me. I drank in that smile, that moustache, that handsome Hispanic face. His usually prominent Adam's apple was nearly invisible as he looked down at me. My eyes gazed over his masculine chest and down his stomach. I leaned forward and buried my nose in his pubic bush and breathed deeply. The shower had not washed away the clean man- scent of his crotch. I pulled my head back and looked at the massive base of his cock, and my eyes slowly moved down the shaft, over the translucent skin and the prominent veins. Lower and lower I surveyed every gently throbbing inch, until I was looking at the purplish cockhead, by now hanging at the level of Pedro's knees.
Like a thick ring of bologna, the cock was stiff but hanging by its own weight.
Pedro leaned over and opened the drawer of the night stand next to his bed. He took out a jar of Vaseline and a bottle of poppers. He handed me the poppers.
"I don't use this stuff," I said. My voice was shaky.
"You have to use it," he said, "your ass will never open up enough to accept my cock if you don't." I took the bottle form him. He opened the jar of Vaseline.
"Get up on your hands and knees on the edge of the bed," he said, "it's the best position. I need to hold onto my cock with both hands to work it into you."
I stood up and slipped off my briefs. My stiff cock sprung out. It had been hard so long, I had forgotten what it felt like not to have an erection. I turned around and knelt on the edge of the bed with my back to him. I bravely stuck my ass in the air and rested the weight of my upper body on my arms on the bed. As Pedro smeared a generous glob of Vaseline on my asshole, I opened the poppers and took a deep sniff.
My heartbeat quickened, my head throbbed hotly, and every square inch of skin my body seemed sensitized. Pedro worked two fingers into my ass and gently moved them back and forth. I groaned with the sensation. He pulled his fingers out and applied more Vaseline. Three fingers. More fingers. More Vaseline. Four.
"Jimmy?"
"Yes"
"Take another sniff of poppers. I'm going to put the head of my dick in your ass.
I was so light-headed and hot to get fucked, I had forgotten the awesome dimensions of the task before me. I sniffed the poppers and tried to direct all my concentration on the relaxation of my asshole. Pedro lifted his cock with both hands and positioned the head over my hot, hungry hole. Using circular motions, like he was stirring a jar of peanut butter, he worked the head into me.
"Oh, Pedro! I want you in me!" I moaned. What was I saying? A mere couple of inches, and my ass already felt full!
Still using both hands, he began to slowly push his mammoth meat between my cheeks. Without being told, I took another hit of the poppers. Pedro worked more cock into my ass, and I groaned with pure pleasure.
I knew from experience and lots of it I must say, that a big cock meets some resistance after about 8 inches of it gets shoved up my ass. That's where the texture and shape of my bowel begins to change. Suddenly, it felt like Pedro had run into a wall. Apparently, this was a phenomenon that he was all to used to.
"Relax, Jimmy, just relax and enjoy that cock in your ass. You just relax and keep breathing that popper and leave the rest to me." Groaning and breathing deeply, I did as I was told.
By now, Pedro was using just one hand to direct his cock. The other hand was encircling my waist and pulling me back toward him. But nothing was happening. I sniffed, and Pedro pushed and pulled.
Suddenly, after a particularly heavy sniff of the poppers, I had the peculiar sensation of something giving was deep within my body. It was as if my internal organs had just decided to give up and get out of the way. In a moment, about three more inches of Pedro's cock slipped into me painlessly. I uttered a little cry of disbelief.
Pedro took his hand off his cock and put both his strong hands on my waist. I felt incapable of moving anything except my hands as I shoved the poppers back under my nose.
"Soon, Jimmy, soon," Pedro hissed through his teeth, "Just keep breathing. You'll have it all soon." He pulled back on my waist and slowly moved his hips forward.
I was moaning constantly. I had the sensation of being on a roller coaster without even moving. My head throbbed painfully, but I kept the poppers to my nose.
Then Pedro stopped moving. At first I didn't know what had happened. Then I felt it: Pedro's pubic bush was scratching against my spread asscheeks. I had all 12 inches of cock buried in my ass.
"Oh, Jesus! Pedro! I've got it all." I cried. I was afraid to say it out loud, but it felt like I was being fucked by a horse! His hands firmly on my waist, he started to rock back and forth. He probably wasn't pulling out more than two or three inches before he thrust back in, but it seemed like I could feel every inch of that cock snaking through my bowels. I was completely impaled on the donkey prong.
With every inward and outward thrust, I could feel a weird sort of suction deep inside me. He was penetrating so deeply, and my asshole was stretched so for, pockets of air were escaping with a sloppy, wet sound each time he drew back and shoved back in. The poppers glued to my nose, I relished the feeling of being fucked deeper than I had ever been fucked before. The pace of the thrusts quickened.
"Oh, Jimmy! Oh, God, I'm going to blow my load!" Pedro shouted.
There was no sensation deep in my intestine where Pedro's thick cock was lodged, but I could feel the base of it throbbing with my stretched sphincter muscles as he unloaded his thick hot spunk inside me. the thought of the come traveling the full length of his shaft was like a drug-induced fantasy. In an agony of pain, my battered prostate loosed my own come all over the sheet below where I was kneeling.
Pedro must've rested inside me for a good ten or fifteen minutes before he decided to pull out. At his suggestion, I took another heavy sniff of the poppers.
Once again, I felt like I was on a ride at the midway. It felt like my guts were being pulled out of my asshole. More come oozed out of my soft cock and dripped onto the bed.
I collapsed onto the bed and Pedro lay next to me.
"Pedro, I. . I. . ."
"I know, Jimmy," he said. "Me too."
Pedro and I did make one loop together, but it was a disastrous flop and it was never released. Since then, he has quit the business, and I have, too, at his request.
Pedro got a job as a manager trainee with a computer firm, and I'm working full-time as a waiter in a fancy restaurant. We're seeing a lot of one another these days. Pedro feels better about himself than he has in years. Most folks have forgotten the "donkey prong."