USBPepsi
09-11-2010, 09:41 AM
What a question... I feel like a pervert even asking it! :eek:
The reason I bring it up, though, was the other day I was browsing through the "what's your fetish" thread, and I had this sudden burst of memory. The thing is, what I was remembering wasn't really a fetish, at least not by my definition. It was just a weird little perversion that I momentarily went through when I was about 22 years old. There are things, you see, that you'll do when you're 22 that you most definitely won't do when you're over 40.
A lot of my stories take place when I was around 22; that's a VERY busy age for sexual matters, or as some may say, "an age when you get very busy". When you're 22, getting busy, with anything that moves, or maybe stands still too long, is mainly what you have on your mind (yeah, mind, sure).
But I digress. As I say, this little perversion I'm about to discuss was just a little phase I went through. Not only am I no longer into it, but I honestly forgot about it entirely for quite a while. When you're in a Vintage Erotica forum, though, memories do start flooding in...
It was like this. I was just home from college, where my sexual conquests had been less than inspiring (see "best BJ" thread for more on that whole debacle). I hadn't discovered yet my knack with older women, which once rolling would take me almost up to my 30s. I was in the same crappy old small town I had grown up in. To say the least, it was a lonely time.
Like most lonely 22-year-old guys, I rented a lot of porn. Unlike most guys my age, though, I had four high-end VCRs, a nice camcorder, and a couple primitive Videonics home video editing decks. The possibilities were endless... No, they weren't. I don't care how horny you are, even if you have a new camcorder, you can only whack it on camera so many times before you start to get bored. Frankly, I didn't make a good audience for myself. I knew myself pretty well, and didn't find myself all that interesting.
So what to do? The next step wasn't at all logical, but to my eager, young and perverted mind it had a certain twisted brilliance to it. Just what was it that I did? Well, I'll get to that soon.
There were three video rental places in my tiny home town back then (ah, the 80s). I chose the sleaziest of the three, mainly because unlike the others it was also... geez, an electronics parts store, a lawn mower dealership, and I forget what all else. In other words, it was a crappy little place that had a huge back room full of videos (and another full of adult video), but the owners didn't really pay any attention to that end of the business. Because of that, I figured they wouldn't notice any... irregularities in their stock.
I chose my material carefully. It couldn't be too old; it had to be a tape made in the 80s. It also had to be shot-on-video. I had to be able to match the image quality, and in those early days of video porn, "professional" stuff shot on a camcorder didn't look much better than something you could do at home. Hell, some of it looked worse, since every idiot and his brother was getting into the porn business. Oh, and this was vital, the tape also had to have an actual label on it for the title. It couldn't have the title stamped directly onto it. I had to be able to move that label, and a couple hours in the freezer could loosen one of those cheapies right up.
Once I had my plans made, I went to work. I would rent a movie for five or seven days, so I had plenty of time to get it right. First I'd watch the video. Sometimes, maybe one out of twenty times, it had the "special something" suited for what I had in mind. I was always looking for something very specific...
Bam! There it was! At the end of a sex scene, a closeup of a guy's, um, equipment while he climaxed. Very close. Like, so close that the woman he was with was completely out of frame. Or, at least, so close that if it did switch to that kind of shot, it wouldn't seem at all odd. That was exactly what I needed.
And then I'd go in the bedroom, set up the camcorder, zoom in, and record... well, "replacement footage". Hey, I was young. I was pretty pleased with my general performance. Why not share it with the community?
I'd run off a high-speed copy of the tape, and when it got to the appropriate moment I would replace the original cumshot with a closeup of my own not-too-bad Johnson. Then I'd have the tape resume at exactly the right place, all done with seamless edits (the trick in VHS equipment back then was something called "flying erase heads"; they made for nice invisible edits).
Did I think anyone would be fooled by my would-be stunt cock? Well, sometimes, yeah. I deliberately didn't try to replace just any shot. If the guy was hung like a horse, I wouldn't try to slip mine in place. I mean, mine wasn't bad, but come on... But in many cases, I was just taking one average-looking penis out and replacing it with my own. I didn't have any problem at all doing an impressive squirt shot, and after all, it was just for a few seconds of tape. I doubt if anyone was really examining the footage very carefully.
The last step, of course, was to transfer the loose label to the new tape. I made sure it wasn't going to start peeling up, with a nice thin layer of Super Glue. It had to be thin, because I didn't want any telltale wet spots showing through the label. Then I'd return the tape to the store, and stroll out whistling innocently.
It was stupid and immature. It was also, I must say, kind of fun. It was a victimless crime. I did it, maybe 15 times, over about a year-and-a-half. It wasn't an everyday thing. Just now and then, when I was feeling mischievous. I even got a little creative a few times. If, for example, I noticed that the guy's hoo hah was in front of a light blue wall, then I'd buy a big sheet of light blue construction paper to use as my own backdrop. Once I even hung a cheap oriental rug on the wall to match what was seen in the distance. A little out-of-focus, it doubled nicely. Besides, I'd hate to think that people were watching the rug more closely than they were my little guy... The important thing is, no one could tell. Even if they noticed that my part didn't match the other guy's, (after all, they're like fingerprints; no two look alike) they probably assumed that another performer doubled him because of, ahem, "performance issues".
I often wonder how many people rented the tapes and watched my performance climaxing instead of the original performer's. No way to tell. All I know is that no one ever caught on, because I didn't get tossed in jail or even have my membership at the video place revoked. No one ever said a word. A perfect crime, if you'd even call it a crime. It was definitely perverted, though.
A few years later, I had moved to the big city, and then back. The little store was no longer renting tapes. I told the guy at the counter that I wished I could have bought some of his tapes (I'm sure he thought I meant regular movies) when he stopped carrying them. He said he hadn't even bothered having a clearance sale. He just sold them off to a company that distributed to other small video stores.
I wonder how far and wide my "alternate footage" ended up going? Talk about spreading your seed...
To tell the truth, I don't know what, exactly, you'd call my old perversion. I guess you could say I was an exhibitionist. Certainly not in the traditional sense, though. I didn't want anyone to ever know I was doing anything. I just got off on the idea of strangers seeing me and not knowing it was me. Either way, admittedly very weird, quite perverted. A different me, a long time ago. I hardly know the guy when I look back at him.
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So, what's the kinkiest/most perverted thing you've ever done? That you want to admit, at least. That's the beauty of screen names. Your confessions never leave this forum.
The reason I bring it up, though, was the other day I was browsing through the "what's your fetish" thread, and I had this sudden burst of memory. The thing is, what I was remembering wasn't really a fetish, at least not by my definition. It was just a weird little perversion that I momentarily went through when I was about 22 years old. There are things, you see, that you'll do when you're 22 that you most definitely won't do when you're over 40.
A lot of my stories take place when I was around 22; that's a VERY busy age for sexual matters, or as some may say, "an age when you get very busy". When you're 22, getting busy, with anything that moves, or maybe stands still too long, is mainly what you have on your mind (yeah, mind, sure).
But I digress. As I say, this little perversion I'm about to discuss was just a little phase I went through. Not only am I no longer into it, but I honestly forgot about it entirely for quite a while. When you're in a Vintage Erotica forum, though, memories do start flooding in...
It was like this. I was just home from college, where my sexual conquests had been less than inspiring (see "best BJ" thread for more on that whole debacle). I hadn't discovered yet my knack with older women, which once rolling would take me almost up to my 30s. I was in the same crappy old small town I had grown up in. To say the least, it was a lonely time.
Like most lonely 22-year-old guys, I rented a lot of porn. Unlike most guys my age, though, I had four high-end VCRs, a nice camcorder, and a couple primitive Videonics home video editing decks. The possibilities were endless... No, they weren't. I don't care how horny you are, even if you have a new camcorder, you can only whack it on camera so many times before you start to get bored. Frankly, I didn't make a good audience for myself. I knew myself pretty well, and didn't find myself all that interesting.
So what to do? The next step wasn't at all logical, but to my eager, young and perverted mind it had a certain twisted brilliance to it. Just what was it that I did? Well, I'll get to that soon.
There were three video rental places in my tiny home town back then (ah, the 80s). I chose the sleaziest of the three, mainly because unlike the others it was also... geez, an electronics parts store, a lawn mower dealership, and I forget what all else. In other words, it was a crappy little place that had a huge back room full of videos (and another full of adult video), but the owners didn't really pay any attention to that end of the business. Because of that, I figured they wouldn't notice any... irregularities in their stock.
I chose my material carefully. It couldn't be too old; it had to be a tape made in the 80s. It also had to be shot-on-video. I had to be able to match the image quality, and in those early days of video porn, "professional" stuff shot on a camcorder didn't look much better than something you could do at home. Hell, some of it looked worse, since every idiot and his brother was getting into the porn business. Oh, and this was vital, the tape also had to have an actual label on it for the title. It couldn't have the title stamped directly onto it. I had to be able to move that label, and a couple hours in the freezer could loosen one of those cheapies right up.
Once I had my plans made, I went to work. I would rent a movie for five or seven days, so I had plenty of time to get it right. First I'd watch the video. Sometimes, maybe one out of twenty times, it had the "special something" suited for what I had in mind. I was always looking for something very specific...
Bam! There it was! At the end of a sex scene, a closeup of a guy's, um, equipment while he climaxed. Very close. Like, so close that the woman he was with was completely out of frame. Or, at least, so close that if it did switch to that kind of shot, it wouldn't seem at all odd. That was exactly what I needed.
And then I'd go in the bedroom, set up the camcorder, zoom in, and record... well, "replacement footage". Hey, I was young. I was pretty pleased with my general performance. Why not share it with the community?
I'd run off a high-speed copy of the tape, and when it got to the appropriate moment I would replace the original cumshot with a closeup of my own not-too-bad Johnson. Then I'd have the tape resume at exactly the right place, all done with seamless edits (the trick in VHS equipment back then was something called "flying erase heads"; they made for nice invisible edits).
Did I think anyone would be fooled by my would-be stunt cock? Well, sometimes, yeah. I deliberately didn't try to replace just any shot. If the guy was hung like a horse, I wouldn't try to slip mine in place. I mean, mine wasn't bad, but come on... But in many cases, I was just taking one average-looking penis out and replacing it with my own. I didn't have any problem at all doing an impressive squirt shot, and after all, it was just for a few seconds of tape. I doubt if anyone was really examining the footage very carefully.
The last step, of course, was to transfer the loose label to the new tape. I made sure it wasn't going to start peeling up, with a nice thin layer of Super Glue. It had to be thin, because I didn't want any telltale wet spots showing through the label. Then I'd return the tape to the store, and stroll out whistling innocently.
It was stupid and immature. It was also, I must say, kind of fun. It was a victimless crime. I did it, maybe 15 times, over about a year-and-a-half. It wasn't an everyday thing. Just now and then, when I was feeling mischievous. I even got a little creative a few times. If, for example, I noticed that the guy's hoo hah was in front of a light blue wall, then I'd buy a big sheet of light blue construction paper to use as my own backdrop. Once I even hung a cheap oriental rug on the wall to match what was seen in the distance. A little out-of-focus, it doubled nicely. Besides, I'd hate to think that people were watching the rug more closely than they were my little guy... The important thing is, no one could tell. Even if they noticed that my part didn't match the other guy's, (after all, they're like fingerprints; no two look alike) they probably assumed that another performer doubled him because of, ahem, "performance issues".
I often wonder how many people rented the tapes and watched my performance climaxing instead of the original performer's. No way to tell. All I know is that no one ever caught on, because I didn't get tossed in jail or even have my membership at the video place revoked. No one ever said a word. A perfect crime, if you'd even call it a crime. It was definitely perverted, though.
A few years later, I had moved to the big city, and then back. The little store was no longer renting tapes. I told the guy at the counter that I wished I could have bought some of his tapes (I'm sure he thought I meant regular movies) when he stopped carrying them. He said he hadn't even bothered having a clearance sale. He just sold them off to a company that distributed to other small video stores.
I wonder how far and wide my "alternate footage" ended up going? Talk about spreading your seed...
To tell the truth, I don't know what, exactly, you'd call my old perversion. I guess you could say I was an exhibitionist. Certainly not in the traditional sense, though. I didn't want anyone to ever know I was doing anything. I just got off on the idea of strangers seeing me and not knowing it was me. Either way, admittedly very weird, quite perverted. A different me, a long time ago. I hardly know the guy when I look back at him.
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So, what's the kinkiest/most perverted thing you've ever done? That you want to admit, at least. That's the beauty of screen names. Your confessions never leave this forum.