Originally Posted by billywatson

From my perspective, here's how it works:

New male talent with big dick walks on to a porn set for the first time and kicks ass. He kicks ass cause he's fucking new pussy, and he's excited cause he's finally made it to a porn set, and he's getting paid to fuck new pussy, and like is good.

But during that first set, it dawns on him that this is work. He needs to open up for the camera. He needs to put on a show. This isn't making love with a girl in your bedroom with the lights out...this is fucking for sport in front of a bunch of people you've never met before in your life.

He does it again one or two more times. It's work. Maybe he gets with a shitty director who thinks he's Steven Spielberg. Or the girl doesn't like him. Or the lights are hot and he's starting to sweat a whole bunch. Or the girl doesn't like him. Or he fucked his girlfriend the night before his scene and he's lost his edge. Or the girl doesn't like him. Or the director thinks he's making the next Schindler's List.

Whatever it is, Stunt Cock is now thinking about all sorts of different things except the one single thing he needs on his mind: there's some new pussy in front of me, and I need to fuck it.

He fails.

Once he fails, there's a cancer now in his brain. He knows if it happens once, it can happen again.

Some run to the doctor's office; most go away forever.

Ever wonder why (before the age of Viagra) there were maybe 7 dudes in porn and a million girls?

Now you know why.