Rites of Ass-age: Adam Ramzi On His First Ever Porn Shoot, Getting Fucked By Joe Parker

And now our second installment of Adam Ramzi’s semi-monthly column. See the first column here.

One of my favorite things about making porn is that I get to talk about it with people and see their faces light up with wonder. Which means one of the other things I love about making porn is the disappointment that people feel when I tell them about the nitty gritty, the not so fun, and the generally kind of shitty. That’s right, folks. Fucking on camera, while it CAN be awesome, can also really suck the life out of you.

Let me start by saying in my rather limited time in the industry (I’ve maybe filmed 20 scenes in under two years, far less than some of my coworkers and quite a bit more than others), I have had some insanely good luck. I have worked with some real professionals, some very fun personalities, and some intensely sexy, beautiful men. And that’s just the grips. (ha!)

But I have also had some darker moments, though few and far between, that have made my opinion of making porn evolve over time. Over the course of this column, I will relay some of these stories.

One of my favorite stories I like to tell is the story of my very first scene, in the Raging Stallion production, Hole 2, directed by Tony DiMarco. I barely had agreed to perform and was immediately paired with the hardworking and insanely handsome Joe Parker, whom I had never heard of before I was given the part.

I did my research, of course, and recognized a couple things. One, was that Joe Parker was crazy amounts of sexy — he was masculine, fit, just enough fur, perfectly handsome, with these piercing eyes that were like forest green or some shit you don’t see every day, and his dick was just long enough, just fat enough, and just needing to be inside me. Another thing I noticed was that he seemed to be working ALL THE TIME. I was flattered to be paired with someone who was clearly a star in the porn scene, even if I hadn’t heard of him (my porn connoisseur days having been well behind me by this point).

The scene in question, from Hole 2.
The scene in question, from Hole 2.
When I finally arrived on set, slightly nervous but rather excited, I met the mysterious Tony, the bubbly grips, one of whom was a good friend I was so relieved to have on set with me for my first shoot, and the smiling, baseball-cap-wearing Joe, extending his hand for a firm handshake. He was seriously even better in person.
The set that was created for Hole 2 was like if Saw and Hostel had a baby who was big on gay rape and voyeur fantasies. I was intimidated at first, but was also excited to show off some acting chops, having a bit of a drama background myself.

“You are killing it with the reaction shots,” Joe said. I shrugged sheepishly.

The sex started off a little weird. I was being asked to do things I would not necessarily do in real life. I don’t know if this was the actor in me or not, but I kept wondering. If I was thrown into a dungeon with a sex-starved prisoner who was voraciously excited to get a piece of ass, why would I immediately make him start choking on my dick? Nevermind, I thought, because Joe Parker is about to start choking on my dick, so let’s do this.

In between takes and during breaks, I noticed that Joe’s dick was hard like the whole time. “It just does this on its own,” he said. But then it was time to get to the fucking, and I was feeling like some serious connection was happening. We were giddy around each other, we were excited, he was into it, I was into it. I think the crew was even kind of annoyed by it at times, but I was enjoying myself, so I went for it. We liked each other, bottom line.

At one point, very soon after the condom appeared and I sat on his dick to get the first fuck position going, Joe and I locked eyes, and time seemed to stop. It was this intense stare, our mouths open, and I was thinking “Wow, this is really happening.” Suddenly, he threw me off, took a look down, and said he had to go to the bathroom real quick. I saw it, he saw it, Tony took a look at the footage and I’m pretty sure HE saw it too. Joe had cummed. Or at least it really looked like it.

He freshened up and came back, saying everything was okay, but we were not getting anywhere for a while. He had a cigarette. I had snacks. We tried again, and got some good footage, but it was more touch and go than the first half of the scene. While I was still excited about all this NEWness, I also sometimes thought “Jesus, when am I foreseeably going to get out of here?”

To be honest, seeing Joe struggle to bring his mojo back made him all the more attractive, and we sort of became each other’s coaches. We were both thrust into such vulnerable places and ended up providing so much encouragement for one another – I reminded him of what a pro he was, while he would tell me that I was doing fantastic work for a first timer. The grips were on top of it, Tony, though visibly annoyed, did all he could to get the best footage, and imagine that… I was still really enjoying myself.

To say that it is “satisfying” to finally cum on camera after a long day of filming is the grossest understatement. I learned this first on that day, despite a bit of a scare that maybe Tony didn’t quite catch the entire cumshot (it turns out he did, but we’ll save that for another post), and every time since, cumming is my favorite part, and I imagine it’s the same for every performer, ever in the history of porn.

Epilogue:

Feeling kind of awesome for having successfully wrapped my first scene, I was invited by local friends to join them for a big homemade cheeseburger dinner. It was the best reward I could have asked for after the day I’d had (clocking in at about an 8 hour shoot, which I’d come to find was on the longer side of an in-studio production).

That said, I was getting periodic texts from Joe, who said he wanted to order some takeout and stay in at his hotel room, and I was welcome to come by and spend the evening with him. After the fourth drink made me realize this was going to be another drunk night in San Francisco, I began kicking myself for not spending the night with Joe. I was having fun, but having a bit of a FOMO for not having intimate time back at the hotel.

The following morning, we were due in the studio to shoot our stills. I got there a little early, and caught the second half of Joe’s shoot. He looked fresh and glistening, lit perfectly by Kent Taylor, his skin smooth and soft, the chest hair perfectly spread out – seriously, the dude is crazy hot, made all the hotter by how manly and sweet he is. I volunteered to fluff, as he did for me. The shoot was nearing the end, and we kind of couldn’t keep our hands off each other.

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“Okay,” Kent said, “so you guys are free to go, there’s a food court across the street if you want to grab a bite before you get picked up to head to the airport, or if…” He stopped mid-sentence and noticed that while we were looking at him and listening, we were clearly paying more attention to each other. “Or, I guess, you guys can just stick around here for a bit.”

This was the first of many times I would realize how amazing a guy Kent is. He smiled at us both, and left us alone. Joe and I made use of the alone time and the endless supply of lube and condoms left on set. We had our intimate moment on the same set where our scene was shot the day before, and it was fantastic. We kissed, we fucked, we laughed, we chatted, a bit of small talk, a lot of smiling.

Finally, after realizing it was probably time to get off that ratty bed and clean up before heading to the airport to go our separate ways, I said to him: “Joe, I want to thank you. You made my first time so special, and you’re an awesome guy. Thank you for everything.”

He looked at me, smiled, and brought his mouth to my ear and said “My name is ______,” revealing his real name. I smiled back and returned the favor. It was and still remains one of the sweetest moments I have ever experienced as a performer.

We held hands the entire way to the airport, were made fun of the entire way by the production coordinator who drove us, and said goodbye and went our separate ways.

I would come to find that this is NOT the way filming porn usually goes down. But I’m so thankful that my first time was of this particularly lovely shade of green.

 
[Raging Stallion: Hole 2]
 

13 thoughts on “Rites of Ass-age: Adam Ramzi On His First Ever Porn Shoot, Getting Fucked By Joe Parker”

  1. Wow you write so well, I’m happy to know that you had a memorable first time doing a scene with an equally beautiful guy Joe Parker. Enjoy reading your experiences. Thank you

  2. 1563 words? Someone thinks he’s very interesting. This is a blog, not a LGBT psychology term paper. Know your audience. Always leave them wanting more.

  3. I’m really attracted to ramzi, think he is an uberhot guy, love to see him bottom, but why oh why can’t Bottoms ENJOY bottoming? i mean armond rizzo does it splendidly as do so many others

  4. Joe Parker has always been one of my favorites. He has that “normal” look of a guy who might show up to repair your computer and stay to fuck your brains out and then share some pizza and beer. He’d be great boyfriend material, too.

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