Known earlier in his career as Paul Duran, Jared (Jarod) Clark had a hole capable of engulfing anything the director wanted to see in his muscular, shaved ass, including massive dildos, fists, and the notorious Falcon traffic cone.

My first encounter with Jarod Clark was before he was a Falcon megabottom, famous for riding fists and unfathomably huge dildos, and he was calling himself Paul Durand when he was appearing in New York. Having never heard of him, I checked him out on the Robin Byrd show that week, prescreening to make the most of my porn slut budget. Once I saw his totally shaved body I knew I would check him out in person the next afternoon. As he was an unknown, the theatre was pretty empty, maybe two other guys in the audience. Which worked greatly to my advantage, as once he stripped down to his motorcycle boots, he spent the rest of his 30-minute show kneeling between my legs servicing my cock with his very wet, very talented mouth.

Once his allotted showtime was complete, he invited me back to his hotel for more of the same. He slurped on my dong until he blew his load.

Had I known that his hot musclecunt was every bit as voracious as his throat I would have spread those massive thighs and plunged right into that shaved hole, assuming a cock could satisfy such a greedy boy.

He had a return engagement a year later, once he was a Falcon starlet. Predictably, the crowd was more crowded. He was more ripped but still a hands-on performer. He made his rounds feeding his smooth prick to hungry strokers in the audience, but when he got to me, he rewarded me for being a fan from way back, knelt down and swallowed my tool, reminding me of his advanced cocksucking skills.

Unfortunately, no invitation to a hotel encounter followed; no doubt at this stage of his career his offstage moments were filled with paying clientele. I was surprised he didn’t do a dildo show since his prodigious anal capacity was his claim to fame.