Cliff Parker, smoldering, sleek, smooth, a Falcon star, who subsequently became a cookie cutter overpumped young daddy type, hairy and harnessed and far less interesting….

I met Cliff Parker when he was stripping… well, stroking… at the Show Palace in NY. I had seen him in Falcon videos, and thought he looked like Sexy Satan, very sleek and smooth, angular face, goatee, shiny black hair and those ears that stick out, giving him just enough goofy to make him accessible. I was in the front row stroking my own tool and he liked what he saw. We also had a mutual porn star friend, which provided an ice breaker. Well, I guess whipping it out and jacking my cock during his show was ice breaker enough.

After our first fuck, Cliff ended up spending a few nights with me. Every morning I would wake up to find him taking my cock out of my underwear and sliding his ass on for a nice, warm fuck.

My only disappointment was that he had stopped shaving or waxing and was a pretty hairy boy, not my taste generally. Later in his career he bulked up, possibly steroids, and was sort of generic looking, nothing special as he was earlier in his career.

After his week at the Palace, he wanted to see the next week’s headliner, Blade Thompson, who was big at the time. So, we went and were ensconced in the audience when Blade came offstage to work the small crowd. Cliff gave him a blowjob while I sucked Cliff, but apparently Blade didn’t recognize his fellow star. As Cliff explained it, “I just look like a cleaned-up Show Palace house dancer.”