I first heard about the World's Biggest Gang Bang 2 in an interview with Jasmin St. Claire in the April issue of Erotic X Film Guide. I wrote in and a few weeks later I got an application in the mail saying that Jasmin had personally selected me to participate in the WBGB2. Registration was held on Saturday April 27th at 10:00 AM at the Hollywood Stage, 6650 Santa Monica Blvd., Hollywood, CA. IDs and HIV test results were checked and I was issued a green plastic (hospital-type) bracelet. The bracelets were issued to prove who had been properly signed off to participate in the gang bang. No bracelet, no fucking.Jasmin St. Claire showed up about 2:00 PM (2 hours late) for some minor press stuff and a fan meet and greet. She seemed pleasant and autographed my WBGB2 t-shirt. She looked pretty hot. It was obvious she had a major breast job some time ago. The scars were there, but barely visible. She said she was ready and hoping that at least some of us would fuck her in her ass tomorrow.
The cast call for the shooting was Sunday April 28th at 8:00 AM. My green wrist band got me in and I got in line for a manicure. John T. Bone, the director, arranged for everyone to have a free (mandatory) manicure because last year Annabel Chong got cut several times from everyone's sharp fingernails. I heard John later say that the manicurist was the hero of the day.
Ron Jeremey showed up while I was waiting for the manicurist (I was next in line). He was walking around all day interviewing people and generally making a fool out of himself. He's a nice guy though.
We all waited anxiously for the next hour or two on the bleachers on the sound stage while everything got set up. There were about 80-90 guys and another 30 press people. Annabel Chong showed up to cheer on Jasmin and greet all of us participants. Filming started a little after 10:00 AM. Everyone lined up in four lines and went up to the platform five at a time to fuck Jasmin. Each group of five had about 5 minutes to do their business and get off if they could.
The fluffers started shortly thereafter. There were two overweight hispanic women and a black woman (she gave great head) getting the guys ready. I got hard right away and Jasmin said I was ready so I started to fuck her. Everyone was required to wear condoms. She told me "not so hard" twice during the couple of minutes I had with her. I didn't come. :-( Jasmin was looking pretty hot, but she was a bit bitchy. She wouldn't let anyone touch her breasts or cunt. She also wouldn't do facials or allow anyone to cum in her crotch. She just didn't seem like she was enjoying herself.
Next time around I got close to coming, but no go. Another guy was fucking her and Jasmin wasn't paying much attention to the other four guys. Two more fluffers showed up to rotate in with the other three girls. ?, a brunette, and Candy Apples, a blond, started fluffing. The brunette was great. She gave good head, but I also got to suck her nipples and feel up her cunt while she was fluffing me. Candy looked incredible at giving head, but alas I never got the opportunity. I managed to get it up once more and this time I came in the condom while Jasmin jacked me off. She was busy with another guy so I never got a chance for a decent money shot.
Annabel's record got broken about 12:00 PM or so. Jasmin posed with the five guys and a big trophy. I'm sure some of these photos will be published soon.
After a short break, things heated up again and I got up to Jasmin once more. Again no luck coming, but she did suck me a little and I fucked her a while. I spent some more time with the brunette fluffer and managed to please her with a good back rub. She enjoyed it quite a bit. She said she was going to take me home. ;-) The final time I got up to Jasmin I managed to get off on her stomach. Finally, a decent money shot. I was done for the day.
Lunch came soon thereafter (the Domino's pizza delivery man looked like he was enjoying the sights) and I hung out the rest of the day to watch the final record get set. After 299 guys, number 300 was a contest winner from Rave (?) magazine who was introduced by Tiffany Million. She was looking incredible and was at the taping representing the Exxtasy channel. The final guy (Jordan ?) pumped Jasmin for a while. I was giving Candy Apples a back and shoulder rub at the time. After a few minutes, John Bone called out for Candy's help. Apparently number 300 was having trouble keeping it hard. I don't blame the guy. I had a couple of softies myself when I was up with Jasmin and he had a LOT more cameras and pressure on him (since he was the final fuck). Candy sucked him for a few minutes (and boy does she enjoy giving head), but no luck. He couldn't get it up again. I heard later that they were going to film a post gangbang scene after the shoot where he could redeem himself.
That's about it. Shooting wrapped up about 5:00 PM. I went out with a couple of guys I met at the shoot and had a few beers to relax. We were all a bit wound up and spent. :-) We got a few strange looks since all three of us were wearing our WBGB2 t-shirts.
A special hi goes out to Jimmy from Boston, Mark from Chicago, Martin from Vegas, Erin at Metro Video, and Kenny the techie at the control booth.
Look for the video from Amazing Pictures (maybe as late as October) and the photo coverage in Cheri, High Society and AVN in the coming months.
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