Chip Daniels was an aggressive, totally slutty porn bottom and one of the worst “actors” ever to do a dirty movie, but when he became a director his own obsession with fucking made him one of the best at capturing video of insatiable boyholes being pounded with stiff cock.

Watching Chip Daniels on video was always a combination of erotic—he was a cockwhore with a tight twink body—and unintentionally hilarious—he seemed to take himself quite seriously in a medium where the performers come off better when they have a sense of humor about what it is they’re actually doing. He always seemed like he was convinced he was Acting. The goofiest was a Falcon video where he was supposed to be a concert pianist so they propped him up at a grand piano with the keyboard obscured and he pretended to play the piano, complete with head movements that make him look like he’s about to have a seizure.

He picked me up at his appearance at the Show Palace in New York. He was one of those porn starlets always on the lookout for a big, hard cock to drag back to his hotel room for some intermission entertainment.

When I went with him to the sketchy Milford Plaza (a/k/a Mildew Plaza), he was ready to roll. He was shaved smooth and his ass was hungry. We fucked in a number of positions, including him suspended in midair, holding on to my shoulders, with his legs around my waist, while I pounded my cock into his tight little porn pussy.

I kept in touch with him for a while. He called me once to have phone sex, which ordinarily does nothing for me, unless it’s someone with whom I’ve had actual sex and who knows how to talk dirty, which he did very well. He sent me promotions for his new video line, Centaur. I must say, those were great videos if you like to watch deep, hard fucking. He cast some hot studs and was clearly getting off on the ass action from behind the camera.

Sometime down the road, in the next couple years, he was back in town and called me in the wee hours to have a threeway. I went to wherever he was holed up with some blond guy. When I unzipped, Chip suddenly became very apologetic to the blond.

“Memory fails me,” he said, which I took to mean he had oversold my endowment to the other guy. Not only was I pretty much insulted, seeing as how I wasn’t hard yet AND it’s hardly my fault if some tweaked out porn star has a defective memory. Beyond that, neither one of them could have gotten it up if their lives had depended on it. I suspect they had been up all night, indulging in one or more controlled substances and fisting each other.

The blond seemed perfectly happy regardless. Unlike during our first encounter, this time Chip wanted it raw. He made some kind of ludicrous statement to the effect of if he waited for a time between penetrations, “the mucous membrane closes up,” which would serve as some kind of natural barrier to the transmission of STDs. This is what happens when you get medical advice from a porn slut.

Knowing full well he was batshit crazy, I still went back and forth between their used holes and gave them the raw cock they had been clearly been craving all night but were too messed up to provide.

I was too much of a gentleman to point out to Chip that someone as… petite as he should really not be so obvious about expressing disappointment about another man’s endowment. Mine was at least three time the size of his!

The notable thing about Chip was that he apparently assumed his porn identity as his actual identity. I forget what his real name was… but so, I guess, did he!

Don’t know what became of his video line. I guess it was another casualty of the internet.