Pornographic film shooting

My name is Alexander Konoplev. I am now a grown man, who married successfully at 35 and has the full range of family concerns related to raising my own offspring, but we live harmoniously in the family, and perhaps even THAT which I had to experience firsthand in my youth allows me now to find more or less the right way out of the numerous collisions and vicissitudes in the current life, rich in all sorts of difficulties. Well, anyway—closer to the point. Today's memoir will be dedicated to how, during my student years, I happened to appear in an episode of a real pornographic film, which was then distributed for several subsequent years throughout the cities

and villages of our vast homeland…

So, let's return to those not-so-distant years when I was extraordinarily young, full of zest, strength, and energy, which found its outlet in the search for various adventures, new sensations, and all sorts of wanderings to places of entertainment, which sometimes did not always end well for my reputation as an excellent student… Imagine a tall, slender, blue-eyed, fair-haired, tanned 20-year-old guy, physically healthy and sexually attractive, about whom they usually say he looks "like a picture"—a second-year student at one of the capital's universities, doing quite well both in his studies and finding time for a hobby—listening to foreign radio broadcasts, however, not to the detriment of his studies, through a homemade 10-tube superheterodyne. My appearance is complemented by quite modern clothing, emphasizing a narrow, youthful waist, hips, and the sexually prominent bulge in front, the object of my secret pride, judging by the size of which one can safely assume that the contents hidden in the pouch of my swim trunks are not deprived by God and are successfully used on occasion at parties and when visiting classmates. At the same time, Alexey Nata lov was studying in a parallel course, as I later found out—the son of one of the prominent film directors of republican scale. And we met like this…

Someone from my fellow students apparently mentioned in a casual conversation that Sasha Konoplev is quite knowledgeable about modern electronics and can easily repair either a "VCR," a color TV, or an audio player. So, it just so happened that this Alexey's VCR had malfunctioned, depriving him of his usual entertainment during moments of rest, and the guy was frantically looking for a repairman on recommendation, apparently not wanting to publicize too much the possession of technology rare for that time, which also had to be registered according to the unofficial instructions of that era. That's where our paths crossed, and literally on the same day, I found myself at Alexey's place, where in a matter of minutes, with particular flair, I "fixed" this VCR by wiping the video heads with a cloth and alcohol, which immensely delighted the owner, returning to him the entire complex of lost pleasures. And there was plenty to entertain oneself with there. He had an impressive video library of films of heightened erotic content, including quite primitive porn, which the owner sometimes reluctantly put on, yielding to the will of his father's tipsy guests during creative discussions, which occurred quite often in the house of the honored film industry figure.

I became a welcome guest in the Nata lov household, and considering that ties with old school friends were gradually breaking, this new friendship gave every chance to quench the thirst for adventure at a new level, especially since Alyosha always had his father's car at hand, as his father's workplace—the film studio—was located 500 meters from his house, and there was simply no need to commute to work. We soon became friends and discovered some commonality of interests in a propensity for studying languages, an activity that turned out to be very useful for both of us, considering the subsequent need for business trips abroad. We spent a lot of time together, and soon I began to notice that Leshka was looking at me in a somehow particularly appraising way.

And all after that outing into nature, where we ran around all day under the sun's rays completely undressed, naked, not at all embarrassed by each other on a "wild" beach far from the city noise and crowds of people…

And so one day, sitting on the sofa together with Alexey and looking at fashionable foreign magazines, my friend Leshka looked at me, winked conspiratorially, and asked in all seriousness… — So, Sanya, wouldn't you like to star in a porn film, naturally not for free? (!) I must say, this was quite in my spirit, especially since for entertainment, as you understand, the scholarship wasn't always enough, and therefore, without a moment's hesitation, I had already made a decision for myself and gave an affirmative answer. Calling somewhere, Alyokha consulted on the phone and, clarifying the date and time, informed me that I would be expected for the screening tests tomorrow at 11 a.m. and gave me the address and a woman's surname by which I should find the admissions committee. — Please don't forget your passport, as it will confirm your adulthood and sanity, and also give you the opportunity to receive your fee at the film studio's cash desk as a hired film actor. Until the end of the day, I languished in uncertainty and anticipation—what would happen tomorrow THERE, and what assignment and role would I get in that porn film?… Finally, morning came, and after thoroughly washing up beforehand, agitated by the seriousness of the sexually captivating situation, I headed to the indicated address, feeling how my "dear friend" was coming to life again, as it did back at the military enlistment office, filling with that familiar desire and energy…

I was met at the gate of a private sector and led inside a private house while restraining a yard dog barking itself hoarse and foaming at the mouth… In the room where I ended up, two people were sitting—a man around 30 and a younger woman. Clarifying once again that I hadn't come there by chance, they took my documents, carefully read all the entries, inquired whether I was permanently registered, and informed me that they needed a very young guy for filming in an episode of an erotic film and that if I agreed, I was entitled to an advance of 50 rubles right then, and if everything went normally, then after the filming I could earn about 120 rubles, which at that time was the average monthly salary of an engineer at some research institute. Of course, this suited me, and without a moment's hesitation, I signed the necessary documents, the essence of which was that I was going to the filming quite consciously and, being of sound mind and consciousness, confirmed my consent to perform all actions according to the script and, if necessary, gave consent for additional takes, preserving a signed non-disclosure agreement for at least 5 years…

Next, they asked me to go into an inner room, undress down to my underwear, and approach a wall on which a very original device was mounted, allowing for taking measurements and all necessary dimensions of a person leaning against the wall, on which thin indicators were placed, similar to windshield wipers in a car, which could be moved along the body and set at the required levels. In a special box, there were tags with numbers, allowing any number to be dialed and attached to this indicator. Leaned against the wall with my back, I was soon literally entangled by these indicators touching all the important places on my body. There was a bar indicating height, neck circumference, shoulders, torso, and waist, an indicator of the navel level, the root of the penis, perineum height, knees, ankles, and foot size.

After all, the film industry had achieved certain progress, and internally I admired the simplicity of this device, allowing any tailor or costume designer not to take a bunch of measurements anew for sewing a costume but merely to look at a photograph of the model for whom, for example, a knight's costume from the Middle Ages or, say, a groom's costume for wedding filming needed to be prepared…(!)

A few flashes of the camera—and a "personal file" of a film studio extra was opened for me. Copies of my passport and the papers I had just signed regarding voluntariness and non-disclosure were placed in this same folder.

— And now, young man, I need to examine your intimate areas for a more complete understanding of your development, to prepare props for your role filming—the woman informed me after freeing me from the measuring bars at the wall. Leading me to a table with a lit desk lamp, she politely asked me—Please lower your underwear below your knees… My nature was only waiting for this moment! As soon as I released the elastic band of my swim trunks-underwear, my member joyfully fell out and, swinging, began to straighten to its full considerable length, expanding in diameter and pulsating in time with my heartbeat…

Oh! You are a natural for starring in porn films!—the woman noted her impression upon seeing my endowment with an air of expertise.

— And now let's measure its thickness—she said, handing me a wide bar on which a whole row of holes of various diameters was displayed.

— Try to insert your member into such a hole so that it goes in "just right," and if it's tight, then choose the adjacent larger hole. Stroking my friend to maximum tension, I diligently tried the pink, swollen head against one then another calibration hole under the watchful gaze of the "inspector." Stopping at 44 mm in diameter, I allowed her to verify the correctness of my choice by repeatedly removing and putting on the "caliber." In the documents of the personal file, an entry appeared in a separate line—"diameter = 44." The next stage—measuring the length of the erect organ—was carried out using a peculiar U-shaped measurer, the ends of which rested against my pubic bone on the sides of the tensed member, and a special small bar was placed against the tip of the red head, immediately allowing the reading of a clear scale value of 19.5 cm. Thus, I curiously learned the exact length of my "faithful friend" in a tense state, with 45 mm of this full length occupied by the tensed head with the delicate skin pulled back. Not at all embarrassed, the young woman grasped the dangling testicles with her left hand and, with a confident movement, squeezed the scrotum so that both eggs fell out of the fist of her female hand. Using the measurer, the dimensions of 80 x 70 mm were determined and recorded—i.e., the length and width of the testicles. The general form of the record looked like this…

— Konoplev A. 20 years old, H.S.C.W.H = 185 -118 -100- 83- 96, p/o. =195 ( 150 + 45 )/44, scrot. 80 x 70 , uncirc. — and it was surely understandable to any screenwriter and director selecting "material" for filming and distributing roles in a new film. (HSCWH — height, shoulders, chest, waist, and hip circumference)

— Now come closer, I'll quickly put your "hairstyle" in order.

— Ooh.. how neglected everything is here…—with these words, she began combing my golden pubic hair and trimming the ends in such a way as not to disrupt their external charm but also not to obscure with excessive shadows during filming the main object of attention in the porn film—my genitals.

What feelings was I experiencing at that moment? Well, perhaps all except shame and disgrace. I couldn't wait to quickly participate in an action hitherto unseen by me, although I had heard about IT more than once. But to perform sexual acts directly under bright lighting and the observation of a director commanding during filming—this both excited and alarmed me simultaneously—would I manage?, would I have to run away in disgrace, having gained nothing? After the measurements, I was allowed to get dressed, and I was handed the script of the future film so that the filming scheduled for the next day would not come as a surprise to me and I would know my role, albeit small, but episodic. Having received the due advance, apparently intended to give courage and cheer to the "future porn star," I quickly headed home to prepare and study the proposed script. At home, I calmly and with a sense of diligence delved into reading the script…

So, the events unfold in an apartment of one of the multi-story buildings in a microdistrict. In the foreground and main plan is a young girl, my older sister in the course of the action. Today she invites two familiar guys to the house with the obvious goal—to play sexual games to their heart's content. The time of the visit coincides with my return from studies, and I find the whole honest company gathered, already ready to begin unrestrained frolicking, but my arrival delays their start somewhat because I am not planning to leave the house, citing urgent preparation for an exam scheduled for tomorrow. The young people seek a compromise and try to sweeten the deal for me by offering to go study at a friend's place, but I am being capricious, and in the end, my sister is forced to buy me off by allowing me to buy a new camera, which I had long dreamed of, but the purchase was postponed due to lack of finances in the family…

Further, according to the script, the door leading to the adjacent room is closed with a hook, and I begin to intensively prepare for the exam. However, I do not succeed because such sounds begin to emanate from the adjacent room that hiding their true origin is impossible…

I get nervous, approach closer to the door trying to listen. I become hot and first take off my shirt, then my trousers, and in the end remain only in very sexually attractive underwear with slits on the sides—the kind usually worn by basketball players and track and field athletes so that the underwear does not restrict movement. This underwear, as you know, has a secret—it is so short that it would not be able to cover the athlete's genitals if not for the special cut design—inside, there are also built-in briefs that gather the scrotum and member into a pouch and prevent them from falling out during the athlete's jumps and squats… So, I begin to scratch and massage my intimate place more and more often, unable to hide and quell sexual arousal and fantasies. The camera should record the enlargement and protrusion in that well-known place. Then, in a surge of desire, I feverishly stand up, approach the closed door, and become even more aroused by this. Unambiguous moans and cries are heard from there… Finally, my gaze stops on a ripe, uncut watermelon, appetizingly lying on a plate and probably bought by my "sister's" lovers to quench their thirst after the orgy.

Quickly taking out a kitchen knife, I make a cut in it similar to how sellers do it for advertising purposes and pull out a column of pink flesh, taste a sweet, juicy piece, and bring it to my mouth as if it were a male member presented to me for fellatio…

While eating the watermelon, I pull down my underwear with my free hand, releasing my long-suffering member from its dark prison into freedom, and then thrust it with a swing into the formed hollow to its full depth… Enjoying the unusual sensation, I begin the familiar hip oscillations, inserting and removing the organ from the watermelon. The camera lingers on this process longer, now showing how my balls slap against the bare surface of the fruit with a characteristic smack, now allowing a view of how watermelon juice oozes down the body and pubic area, dropping fallen seeds and dripping sweet droplets from the tightened scrotum…

In the final spurt, in a surge of passion, I thrust my member with double force to the fullest possible depth inside the fruit, and the watermelon rind, unable to withstand the onslaught, cracks on the opposite side, allowing my red, juice-wet head to pop out and begin shooting powerful streams of semen as if from a fountain, spraying a specially placed coffee pot at a short distance so that droplets and a puddle formed as a result of the eruption are visible…

With a sense of satisfaction and duty fulfilled, I step aside, pull up my underwear, and again take up my studies… At this, my role in the episode ends, and subsequently, the camera moves into the adjacent room, switching to my "sister" and her guests as if forgetting about me and never returning to me again. Further followed a detailed description of scenes and angles concerning filming in the other room. The film's duration was calculated at 45 minutes. As expected, the filming of the episode with my participation stretched over three days because either the watermelon wouldn't open at the appointed time and I "released" inside the fruit, or the lighting didn't hit the right spot, or I wasn't groaning realistically enough. But in the end, the filming was completed, and at the end of the month, I received my fee and the right to the first viewing of the finished product. This ritual was accompanied by abundant libations and humorous comments about the actors, director, and cameramen…

Be that as it may, I ended up in the filing cabinet and could have chances to participate again, which happened more than once in the future and helped me financially. Well, I'll tell about that some other time…