He Loved to Get Fucked!

Danie loved to get fucked. That's what I remember about him. I could tell the first time he came into my office, all wide blue-eyed nervousness. A curl of blond hair fell onto his forehead. Cute, sure, but more. He reminded me of an anxious animal, a hungry puppy, eager for a treat; but skittish all the same.

Some guys make porno movies for the money, but my favorite ones do it for the sex. Oh sure, they take the money, but when you meet one of the horny ones, one like Danie, he gets naked just to show himself to you, hoping to turn you on, hoping to get your cock hard. And not as a tease, either. He'd be ready to deliver; ready to please.

"His asshole would pucker, looking for a kiss." Danie Silver photographed by Christopher Rage, 1985

Yeah, Danie was like that. One horny kid, with a muscular, smooth body— wide shoulders tapering down to a corrugated stomach, a little patch of blond hair, a fat, hard dick. You couldn't always see his asshole of course, but you could almost hear it twitching, ready to play.

Did I mention his tits? Big, hard, smooth, soft, as if there were a layer of baby fat between his boy-like skin and pumped-up young man muscles. His nipples would get hard if you just looked at them. The minute he had his shirt off for me the first time, his fingers moved up to his nipples, brushing them gently, then harder; maybe a quick pinch before he caught himself and stopped. Once Danie was into a scene, it seemed someone's fingers were always pulling and pinching him, rolling those hard nipples with more and more pressure. It made him squirm, got his hips rolling.

"His insides would rollover your cock like silk drenched in heated oil..." Danie Silver photographed by Christopher Rage, 1985

He liked tit clamps, those spring-loaded metal things with teeth like an alligator. They squeeze so tight if you leave 'em on long enough they'll bite right into your skin. Even a little blood. Danie liked to leave 'em on for a very long time. When they came off, his nipples were so sensitive you could blow on 'em and make him moan.

That'd get him going.

Then he'd do anything you wanted. You feel like gettingfucked? You want to get fucked by a 21-year-old stud with a fat dick that doesn't get soft? He was in the Army, but he always reminded me of one of those Marine poster-guys. Want to get fucked by a Marine? Or maybe you'd rather fuck one...

You'd tell Danie you wanted him to roll over and stick his butt up in the air. In the time it'd take you to inhale one sharp breath, he'd spread those cheeks in front of you, so close to your face you'd be able to smell him. His asshole would pucker, looking for a kiss. I bet you'd kiss it, too. Maybe you'd try to reach under him at the same time and play with his nipples a little while you rimmed him; help open up his asshole. Maybe get your tongue in.

"He liked tit clamps..." Danie Silver photographed by Christopher Rage, 1985

Then you'd feel how hot he was. If you pressed your face into his butt you'd feel his cheeks hot against you. Your tongue would be amazed how his insides seemed to burn.

What would you stick in him? A finger, a dildo, your cock? Maybe your fist?

Whatever you put in there, he'd be looking for more, moving his ass around to meet your thrusts. His head would roll, his eyes would shut tight, and he'd flush. The bright color would begin in his face and spill over his throat onto his chest. He'd start to sweat. First his face, then all over. Redhot and wet, he'd glow.

You probably wouldn't have a clue to where his mind was, but his body would sure stay with you. His insides would roll over your cock like silk drenched in heated oil, with a life of their own wanting to feel your cock.

On the set of Street Kids, 1985

Pull you in deeper.

When you made Danie come, his face would contort and he would begin to puff and groan. His hips would grind, his asshole would squeeze you. He'd shoot a fat wad of cum, maybe over his head, grunting and pumping the whole time.

Then he'd be drained and probably let you hold him for a minute. And for that minute his smile would come a little quicker and you'd see in his eyes that he wasn't afraid of you.

And you'd have little doubt that Danie loved to get fucked.

Originally printed in Inches Magazine, November 1985.

Danie Silver photographed by Christopher Rage, 1985