Remember as you read through my autobiography it is a work in progress. Until I can find a publisher willing to give me enough of an advance to be able to devote some serious time to just writing it will have to be a chapter here a chapter there. I know some of the incidents herein may sound a bit far fetched but I swear (as far as my memory serves) that everything herein really happened just the way I have recounted.
(Or how did a nice Jewish boy like me get in a business like this?)
Dinosaur of the Industry
By Carter Stevens
Copyright 2003 Carter Stevens All Rights reserved
Iím a porn Maven, a real dinosaur of the Industry. Iíve been in the Porno business since before the Stone Age of Porn. I lived and worked through the "golden age" or porn, and through the video revolution. Iíve acted in porn, Iíve produced porn, Iíve directed porn and Iíve been the cameraman on more porn films than I can count. My own first feature length porn film "The Collegiates" was released only months after Deep Throat. Iíve been arrested twice on charges related to Pornography and Iíve fucked myself silly in orgies on and off screen more times than I can remember. Iíve had all the usual ups and downs related to the life of a Porn Maven including the bout with Drug abuse back in the 80s, ("Cocaine is Godís way of telling you youíre making too damn much money"- Robin Williams) but Iíve lived through all that and Iím still grinding out the smut. I even survived the porn Ice Ages and that makes me one of the rare dinosaurs who is still lumbering through the electronic age of porn and looking forward to whatever delivery system the new century will provide for my smut.
When Boogie Nights hit the screens a couple of years back I had people call and ask me how I felt about having Burt Reynolds play my life, but that wasnít me. That movie wasnít anybody I really knew. Boogie nights missed the most important aspect of the porno business back then. It lacked any sense of fun. It lacked the sense of the uncool kids we were having fun being sexual outlaws. The money came later. The drugs came later. In the beginning there was sex. We were sexual revolutionaries, we were on the cutting edge of social change, and we just didnít know it or care. We were just out having fun. Hell, if I had known that I was going wind up in the porn business not that many years later, puberty would have been a hell of a lot easier for me.
The year was 1970. I was not even 30 years old and still married, sort of. I had my Degree in Photographic Science from a "good" college and I was an up and coming junior executive in the technical side of the Motion Picture business. But today I was headed uptown to fuck for money. Anyone who knew me would never have believed this statement. A bit stocky with a barrel chest and a round young face I was already losing my hair on top and most people thought I was shorter and fatter than I really was. Add to that a cocked right eye and a bushy but still sparse and rather patchy beard and I was no one's idea of Robert Redford. But on this clear New York day I was headed up to the west 80s to make my first porno "loop". These 8-minute silent shorts, better known as stag films had been around since the dawn of movies but now I was going to be "starring" in one. I had been in the technical end of the movie business for over 7 years, as the "youngest" person to ever become a supervisor at a motion picture lab since they had become unionized in the early days of film. But what I really wanted to do was direct. This was before the days of every college in the US churning out film school wannabes by the thousands but still the chances of directing a real film were just about on par as getting elected to the Senate. To this day I'm still not sure how I made the jump from wanting to direct to working as an actor in fuck films. However, there I was, ringing the door of the nondescript west side apartment of Peter and Iris, two starving documentary filmmakers who managed to live a lush lifestyle by cranking out hundreds of stag films in between PBS gigs. Iris answered the door and waved me into the living room, telling me to make myself at home, and explaining that they were filming in the bedroom and would be finished shortly.
I don't remember having met either of them before that moment but I don't know how they could have hired me without some kind of interview first.
Regardless I was smart enough to know there would be a lot of waiting and to bring along a book, so I made my way down the hallway into the cramped living room.
It was a typical NYC apartment. A kitchen so small you would need to be Twiggy to cook in it and a combination dining room/living room attached to it. Actually all one big room but there was a counter separating the kitchen portion from the rest. Sitting at the table was another young stud with slightly wavy hair and a nose prominent enough to mark him as another NY Jew boy out to make smutz films. We introduced ourselves to each other and he volunteered the information that this was not his first time. He had been doing loops for Peter and Iris for months now and that they were OK to work for. On the dining room table was a spread of fruit, cheese, cold cuts, etc that I would come to learn was much better than most of the other adult film producers ever supplied. In fact one producer was infamous for feeding his entire cast and crew on Blimpies. But Peter and Iris were sort of hippies and treated the "talent" well.
I dug out the book I had brought and started to read. I noticed a pile of clothing heaped on the floor at the other fellowís feet but thought nothing of it. Until, I caught him sort of half heartedly pawing through the pile until he came up with a pair of ladies panties. As I tried not to seem to be watching he brought the panties to his nose and began to sniff them as if they were a bouquet of roses. His other hand stole down to his crotch and he began to play with himself through his jeans as he closed his eyes and sniffed rather loudly. I watched him out of the corner of my eye, trying hard not to seem to be watching, I also started to look around the room for the hidden camera, for by now I was convinced that I was on some kind of kinky Candid Camera episode. I kept expecting Allan Funt to pop out of the bedroom and explain this was all a big joke. This would not have been as funny as it might sound, as I had worked with Alan Funt on his Candid Camera dailies at the film lab I was supervisor with and he was not a very likeable person. I could see myself spread all over the TV with everyone I knew having a giant laugh at my expense.
But Alan Funt never materialized and after 10 minutes or so I finally realized that this young man was a "method" actor of sorts and was merely trying to get into character. Thus I met Jamie Gullis, destined to become one of the kinkiest stars in the world of Porn.
I once gave an interview and said there were 5 kinds of people in porn, "Heterosexuals, Homosexuals, Bisexuals, Tri-Sexuals (those that will "try" anything), and Jamie Gullis." Jamie loved the quote and I'm told repeated it often. He took it as a complement and that is indeed the way I meant it. Jamie and I later became fairly good friends and I found him to be an interesting and rather well read and well-spoken gentleman. At one point he was even dating the famous food critic from New York Magazine (He even brought her to one of my birthday parties on a leash) and he could discuss fine food and fine wines with the best of them. But I digress.
Soon Peter came out of the bedroom and announced they would need Jamie first and then me. (I still hadn't seen any females other than Iris.) Peter handed me a very large and baggy pair of overalls and told me that this would be my costume. I pointed out that I didn't have any work boots or shirt or anything to go with this outfit and Peter just shrugged and said, "just the coveralls will be fine. You can be bare foot, no problem."
About then a bare assed young lady still wet from the shower came bouncing into the living room to grab a piece of fruit. She was introduced to me and copped a quick feel, checking out my package, which at the sight of her had started to become larger and firmer than during most introductions. In any case she seemed to approve and without a word being spoken by her to Peter or Iris suddenly I was "in".
The "plot" of the film was interesting. No, actually it was down right bizarre and to this very day I still shake my head every time I think about it. Remember these were silent films, no dialog, not even the title cards that explained important plot points in the old time silent films. This film opened with Jamie in bed getting head (The first time I ever heard that term for a blowjob) from the lady. After about two or three minutes I enter the frame in my baggy coveralls, remember I'm barefoot with nothing on but the coveralls, carrying a hammer, a nail and a painting. I climb over them, lay the painting against the wall at the head of the bed and start to nail in the nail. By this time Jamie has switched position so that he is fucking the young lady. After a minute or two of this she reaches over her head and grabs me, pulls me down on the bed, strips off my overalls and proceeds to give me head. By this time I am as hard as a rock and lucky I don't blow my load all over her face as soon as she touches me. I really can't do this (as much as I wanted, needed and almost had to) because the loop is only half way over and it's Jamie's turn to cum. Luckily, they stop filming me (Peter and Iris always ran two cameras to make shooting easier and faster) and concentrate on Jamie's big moment. The young lady stops her oral application to me in order to concentrate on the "money" shot so I manage to take a deep breath, regain my composure and not ruin my porn star career before it has a chance to even get going.
Jamie performs like the trooper he already is and then itís my turn. As the young lady returns to sucking my once again rock hard and set to explode erection, Jamie rises up, dons my coveralls, moves up the bed so that I can exchange places with him and dip my wick where his has already been. As I begin to fuck a women for the first time with the whole world watching. (Well, it seemed that way at the time) Jamie proceeds to finish nailing in the nail, hang the painting and exit the frame. By now we have been filming for almost 15-20 minutes and we are within moments of my big moment of truth. Peter and Iris ask me to arch my back so they can get some good close-ups of my pistoning action. Then they ask me to raise up and "ride high" so they can get some shots from the other direction (from low down and underneath). Then when it seems like I'm going to explode whether I want to or not, Peter announces they have enough footage and let's go for the cum shot. I am more than happy to oblige and find that my cock and balls are more than happy to oblige also. I cum for what seems minutes and the young lady writhes about on the bed, moaning in false ecstasy as I squirt about half a gallon of my bodily fluids all over her and the bed. I don't care if its real or false the moaning stokes me to a peak I didn't know I had in me. And then just as quickly, we are done. Ladies first into the shower then it's my turn. I dry off, get dressed and receive $50 in cash from Iris as she escorts me to the door. Fifty Bucks for less than an hour's "work". In less than an hour I have made the leap from amateur poon hound to professional pervert. I ride downtown in a haze, wondering if everyone can tell that I'm now a "porn star". Me, the chubby Jewish kid from New Jersey got paid to fuck a "beautiful" woman ON FILM. My life was never going to be the same again. I had followed the rabbit down the hole and now it was on to Wonderland.
I never grew up wanting to be a porn maven. In fact, aside from the usual masturbatory materials I had come across in my fatherís drawer, and the even better stuff I found in the drawer of the neighbor across the street (while babysitting their bratty kid for .50/hour), I wasnít really even conversant with smut until after high school. In college I was too busy trying to get laid for real to have time for smut. But when I got my first "real" job after college as the quality supervisor of a large Motion picture laboratory I started to get a quick education on "smut" films. The lab was called Movielab. It was located on West 54th Street in Manhattan, and the only thing that set it apart from every other industrial building in the area (and made it special to work there) was that it had itís own tiny parking lot out back near the loading platform. There were only about 8 parking spots but since I was on the 2nd or 3rd shift most of my short technical career it meant that I had my very own parking spot in New York City. Something that a lot of much higher paid midtown executives couldnít brag about. Movielab was an independent film-processing laboratory, which meant it wasnít owned by or affiliated with any of the major film studios. What this meant was that it existed on non-major film release work. This meant we did TV commercials, award winning independent films (I supervised the making of the Academy Award screening print of "The Pawnbroker") and lots of bottom of the barrel crap independent films like "The Monster on Party Beach". Among the independent crap was a lot of exploitation material for the 42nd street grind house circuit. This was the early 60s and bare tits were just starting to make their appearance at your local down on its luck movie theatres. Sex films with topless men and ladies grinding away on each other while still wearing their white undies were as close to hard core sex as you saw in those days. But, boy did I see a lot of it. For every "art" film we did we did 5 "skin flicks" and then one day we got something different, "I am Curious, Yellow" made it out of the courts and into our lab. It was a stupid little art film except for one small detail. Some poor ugly Scandinavian shlong swinging limply in the breeze for all of about 10 seconds of screen time as I remember but that little limp shlong broke the hymen for the entire porno industry. Soon we were processing prints on films like "A man and a wife" (not to be confused with, (although the film makers hoped you would) "A Man and a Woman." Man and wife was nothing more as I remember it than a series of poorly filmed Black and White scenes of some couple having sex in different positions, in a plain looking hotel room. Intercut with these scenes were shots of some guy dressed as a doctor sitting at a desk in a bare office (or more likely a corner of the same plain hotel room) talking about how a varied sex life was important to true marital happiness.
These scenes were very important to the filmís release as the Supreme Court, thanks to the "I am Curious, Yellow" case, had said that it wasnít smut if it had overall redeeming social value. This pseudo doctor was the redeeming social value that got the film into the theaters. You must remember that the sexual revolution was only just beginning and these films were still on the ragged edge of illegal. Many independent theater owners were starving because of a lack of material and TV was eating up their audience. The big theaters were trying things like Cinemascope and Cinerama to lure the house bound back into the theaters but the poor little independents only had exploitation and "smut" and by God it worked. "Soft Core" soon gave way to "Hard Core" and "Hard Core" finally gave way to "DEEP THROAT". Smut films were no longer a dirty little secret. Rex Read wrote up Deep Throat in Womenís Wear Daily and the Golden age of Porn was born.