Randall Maxxon was never an A-List porn star, although he worked only for the top studios, mainly Falcon. He had an actual career and a brain and seemed to be doing x-rated work as a lark.

I picked Randall Maxxon up at his performance at the Show Palace, when my friend Matt Gunther was visiting. They knew one another as, um, colleagues, co-workers.

I fucked Randall in his hotel room near the Palace, and found him to be quite a bit more intelligent and articulate than the average porn star. He came over to say hi to Matt, and the two of us stayed up chatting until about 6 AM. He worked with an acquaintance of mine in L.A., in his “real” job.

Among other tidbits, he told me he had wanted his porn name to be Maxxxon, but Falcon didn’t share his sense of humor about their line of work. Video companies do so many things that are inadvertently funny but seem to avoid intentional humor.

He also kept saying he should spend the night, because wouldn’t Matt find it interesting if he found us together when he woke up. I doubted this and, in any case, it was well past time for Randall to return to his “suite” at the Mildew, sorry Milford, Plaza.

He was a very hot fuck, lots of positions, great ass. He told me he hadn’t been fucked in, I don’t remember if it was days or weeks, but it was a chunk of time to go without cock given his profession and his muscular, hungry ass.

When I told Matt that Randall had said this, he started laughing and said, “I fucked him this morning in his hotel room!”