Porn Watcher

Yesterday I went to lunch at a trendy bistro with a couple of my coworkers. We were in a booth chatting when three people arrived and were seated next to us. I was facing the door when they made their entrance and immediately found one of them strangely familiar. I couldn’t place him, but somehow I knew I knew him. A feature film is currently being filmed in town, so at first I thought it might be a familiar supporting player or even a movie star I couldn’t quite place. He was tall, very muscular and, I would guess, around 45. He had naturally blonde hair that had been frosted even blonder on the top. His face was slightly more aged than I was used to, but he was someone I had seen before, I felt certain.

The man and woman accompanying him were much younger than he. I suppose they were in their early twenties and both quite attractive. The three of them sat in the booth behind my coworkers with the blonde guy facing me, so I was looking at his face full on. It occurred to me in a flash that this might in fact be straight porn star Brick Majors.

Brick Majors

That startled me quite a bit. I kept sneaking glances at the guy, trying not to catch his eye or to make him think I was cruising him. Every time we was involved in chatting with the younger couple, I studied his face as best I could. Majors, never one of my favorite porn stars, was a standard fixture in adult films ten years ago, but I would often fast-forward through his scenes. Sure, he was a beefed up muscle stud, but I always found him uncompelling and often kind of a dull fucker.

Mr. Majors in Action

But, he was a nineties porn icon, and so his face (if not his cock) is burned into my memory. Looking at this guy, I became convinced I was looking directly at the famed Brick. His face had weathered a little, but it was still the same, the bizarrely tinted hair was the same, and the fake tan was exactly the same.

To answer your obvious question, no, I did not approach him to discover if my identification facilities were on target or not. I mean, what if it wasn’t him? What would I have said? How can I ask a complete stranger, "Are you a washed-up porn stud from ten years ago?" I’ll never know if Brick Majors was sitting across from me yesterday afternoon or not, but my fantasy life sure got kick-started.

The city I live in is not exactly a hub of activity, so I had to ask myself what the fuck would Brick Majors (if it was, in fact, him) be doing here? We all know there are literally limitless possible answers, but here’s the one I came up with: Warning! This explanation has no basis in fact or reality! But it does turn me on.

What if, since retiring from porn, Brick has become an escort specializing in servicing couples? What if the young people he was with at the restaurant wanted to spruce up their sex life and so, after scouring the online swingers ads, had rented an experienced and famous porn star to help them out with their first jealousy and guilt free three-way? They flew Brick here, picked him up at the airport, and now were having a get-to-know-each-other lunch before heading back to their apartment to get naked, jump in bed together, and give the sexy young woman the first (and best) gang fucking of her life. I have to wonder if they would have been disappointed by Brick’s somewhat "older than the pictures in the advertisement" face? I don’t know. But I wish I could have been there, sitting in an armchair in their bedroom, masturbating and watching as the three of them became hot and sweaty sex pigs.

I wouldn’t have fast-forwarded through that, I swear.