Sorry for the poor quality of the picture. When I first met JOHNNY THRUST, it was on the set of THE DRIFTER. He was relatively new to the industry and repped by SETH BLACK, an ex-porn star who was taking a crack at being an agent. Johnny was his only client. This good-looking young man, hung, tattooed, outspoken, married with a kid, was doing a scene with another newcomer, JEFF D. KOTA. He seemed at home with the sex, instantly getting hard. I asked Seth if he sucked dick, to which he replied, "Yes, but not for too long. He doesn't really like it."

Seth went on to tell me that Johnny was staying with him, and almost nightly, Seth would climb up and ride Johnny's big dick while the married man talked to his wife on the phone, telling her what was happening. A naughty boy. With sparkling brown eyes and a shit-eating grin, I wanted to work with him again, soon.

Some time later, I heard that Johnny had appeared on Oprah with his wife for a show about bisexual husbands, but I didn't see him again until I did camera on All Worlds' COAL MINER'S SON, where Johnny played a miner trapped in a cave-in with 3 other co-workers. This was a brilliant scene devised by director PETER O'BRIAN, as the entire sexual orgy was lit only by flashlights and helmet lights, and instead of music, you heard the echo of water dripping from the walls. Very hot. O'Brian asked everyone if they sucked dick, and only Johnny said he didn't. I knew better, and immediately replied, "Right. One appearance on Oprah, and you don't suck cock anymore??" Johnny's face froze in astonishment, then embarrassment, that someone had heard about the show. But almost immediately, that big grin broke out, and he admitted that he, in fact, had done the show. The next five minutes of work were blown as his co-stars wanted to know what Oprah was like. lol Finally, Peter and producer DAN CROSS got everyone back on track for what turned out to be an amazing scene. Johnny did not suck dick.

Months later, I worked with him again as cameraman in Hollywood Sales' Y2GAY. Johnny was doing a scene with BRUCE HILL, a hot muscleman daddy (also gay-for-pay) with a boulder ass. He was known for his trademark moaning and shouting when he would bottom...and he ALWAYS bottomed. But he was constantly nervous about whether or not he could take his partner with ease. Before the scene, he sat next to me on the couch and asked me how big Johnny was. Using my index fingers, I showed him the approximate length but added about 4 inches. Sweat immediately broke out on his forehead. He leaned toward me and said in a low voice, "I'll go into the bathroom with you right now and give you a blowjob if you'll shoot the anal part of the scene as quickly as you can." Tempting as the offer was, I laughed and told him that I was joking. While Johnny WAS big, he was certainly manageable. The scene went by quickly, and Bruce got fucked; oh, yes, he did. Afterwards, as he was dressing, Bruce came up to me and said, "Did you notice how I didn't moan and yell as much as I usually do?" I told him that, in fact, I HAD noticed. He leaned into me and whispered, "I'm starting to DIG it!" Sigh.

Before Johnny left, I asked him if he had ever thought about bottoming. He told me that CHI CHI LARUE had been pestering him about it, but he didn't think he would. His wife would finger him and use small dildos on him during sex, he said, but the thought of another man inside him turned him off. I told him he had a man inside him when he sucked dick, and he said that getting fucked was another story. I asked him if he ever changed his mind to contact me first, and he agreed.

A few months later, I got a phone call from Johnny, who was looking for work. He and his family had moved to L.A. and were now about to move back out. He was trying to do as many movies as he could before they left in a week. I told him that I was the in-house cameraman for Atron Productions, and that they were thinking of doing a new project soon. I told him I would speak to the producer about him, then asked him what it would take to get him to bottom. He was silent for a few seconds, then named a figure. I told him I'd see what I could do. Unfortunately, the movie fell through, and I broke the bad news to Johnny. "I didn't want to bottom anyway," he said.

The next time I saw Johnny was in a video. Pacific Sun asked me to edit a project for them. It was a series of solo tapes with different porn stars being jacked off by a pair of hands. The owner of these hands was never seen. It was originally called MAN'S HAND PLEASURES, or something like that, and Pac Sun wanted them re-edited into something else. I was delighted to see that Johnny was the star of one of the tapes. He laid on his back on a bed, while the hairy-forearmed hands massaged his chest, belly and dick, which quickly rose to its full, fat hardness. Then he had Johnny flip over on his stomach and he rubbed lotion all over the young man, including his butt. Now, a good top man knows how to awaken even the most virgin of asses, and this guy was GOOD. Before too long, Johnny was rolling his hips around, pushing his butt into the air and moaning. The anonymous hands flipped Johnny onto his back and concentrated on his ass. Johnny began to finger his own hole while stroking his cock with the other hand. Soon, the unseen man's hands started teasing Johnny's pucker as well, sticking a finger in and out repeatedly. Finally, a finger went in and held still, and Johnny clamped a hand over the other guy's and forced his fingers in deep. Immediately, the big-dicked stud shot a giant load all over himself in what is probably the hottest "solo" I've ever seen.

It was years before I saw Johnny again. He had been cast in another Hollywood Sales video called BATTLE OF THE BIG DICKS. He was older, less defined, hair cut short and thinning, but still had that captivating grin. He told me that he had fathered another child who, with its brother, was living with their mother in another state. They had gotten a divorce, and he was single and working in L.A. as a cable TV installer. I resisted a joke about "laying cable" and we started the scene. Johnny's partner was SCOTT MANN, who is a sweet guy. Scott and I like to playfully insult each other, and we don't stop until someone fails to snap out a good comeback. I win 99% of the time. Calling the other person "bitch!" is the equivalent of yelling "uncle!"

Scott sucked Johnny's dick, then moved to get into another position. Before he could finish, however, Johnny grabbed Scott's cock and began to suck on it, which was odd, as the director had told them that Johnny was to be trade and serviced only. I guess he'd gotten over his inhibitions about having another man inside him. The best part, though, was after Scott came. Johnny lay back and began to stroke himself. Suddenly, he spread his legs and began to vigorously fingerfuck his own ass. You can bet I turned the camera on and recorded it. Then he blew a load all over his belly. He gave the director a card that would allow him to get premium cable channels (where was mine?) and left.

The last time I saw him, I was the in-house videographer for MSR Videos. I and two other cameramen were working on the production BLOW ME! (which eventually was split into two videos—the scene for the story I am about to relate ended up in PART 1). We shot the video at The Zone, a gay sex club in Los Angeles. There were two rows of stalls, five in each row. There were 1-to-3 guys in each stall. Johnny was in the one at the near end of the first row, which was part of the section I was covering with my camera. The scene began, and after a minute, I felt something thick and hard thumping on my right butt cheek. Pulling my eye away from the viewpiece, I looked over my shoulder to see Johnny, his pants unzipped and hanging loosely on his hips, thumping his erect dick on my hip. His eyes sparkled at me, and there was that cheshire-cat grin on his face. I looked him right in the eyes and said, "That's not the part of you I'm interested in," and went back to shooting. Seconds later, I felt him lightly grasp my wrist. Quickly switching the camera to my left hand, I let him take my right and watched him enclose his lubed palm around my 2nd and 3rd fingers, stroking them and getting them slippery. Then, he put my hand on the small of his back, sliding the tips of my fingers underneath his metal-studded belt. I wasn't sure what he wanted me to do until he reached back again and pushed my hand further down his pants. I leaned toward him and slid my hand under the denim, over his ass and into his crack. When my finger touched the puckered hole, he lowered his head chin to chest and spread his legs a little further apart. I stuck the tip of my middle finger into his hole and felt the circular muscle clutch it hard.

I was about to slide it in deeper when director TONY ALIZZI suddenly yelled, "Jett! What are you shooting?" I looked at my viewfinder and realized that I was filming my own feet. I withdrew my hand and turned my attention back to my job...regretfully. At the end of the day, Johnny told me that he was moving out of Los Angeles to live with a friend of his in the desert, where they would rent and repair dune buggies. That was the last time I saw him. I hope he's well.

Johnny, if you should ever read this blog, please get in touch with me. I'd love to catch up.

JBK