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Mr Marcus’ Porn Star Guide To Great Sex
By Julia Beverly • May 5th, 2010 • Issue #83 


As a fifteen year veteran of porn movies, it’s only appropriate that internationally recognized and award-winning porn star Mr. Marcus has now literally written the book on how to f*ck. But it wasn’t always that way. In this excerpt from the first chapter of his upcoming book The Porn Star Guide To Great Sex, he begins by recalling his less fortunate days as a typical male high school student trying to get laid:

. . . A year came and went, and by the time I started my sophomore year, the waiting had become unbearable. I wasn’t the most popular guy in school, never really part of any clique, so even though I knew plenty of girls, I wasn’t having much success getting them to go out with me. But by my second year, I’d determined that I was going to get me a fine-ass girl and f*ck her silly.


That’s when I met Elaine. She was a pretty Latina, a sophomore like me. We met in a history class. I sat behind her. I never really said much to her, just sat there, staring at the back of her head, sending her these crazy sexual vibes. I’d just focus on the back of her head and flirt telepathically: “I want to f*ck you…” “Come here and suck my dick…” Just wild stuff.

I know she felt me, although, at first, she didn’t provide much indication that she did. But every now and then, when class would end, I’d catch her looking over her shoulder at me, smiling a satisfied smile, as if we’d yet again completed some heated round of passionate sex.

Eventually, we started talking. And one day we arranged for me to come over to her house. Her mom would be gone to work. And one morning, at her mom’s house, the sexual energy that’d been building between us erupted. I’ll never forget it, partly because it was my first time actually having serious sex and partly because the TV was so loud while we were doing it. We screwed like greyhounds in heat, humping, grunting and, all the while, “The Price Is Right” blaring in the background.

I wasn’t great then (even though the sex was). I didn’t know how to make it better. But I knew I wanted to get better, not because I lacked confidence but because sex just seemed to offer so many endless opportunities. I could meet women, get inside them at one of their most precious entryways, and share myself with them.

Likewise, there was a “dirty” side to sex that was equally appealing.

Some of the best sex induces a sense of vulnerability, a permissiveness that allows your lover unlimited access to your erogenous zones and G-spots and pressure points and nether regions. She’s spreading her legs, letting you lick her here, sucking you there, fondling and fingering and whispering your name. You are a part of her, and her you. She’s yours to do what you will—as long as you do it right.

This vulnerability gives you a certain power when making love, the power to manipulate, to compel her to act out her wildest, darkest fantasies. She wants to be filled, to be used, to be satisfied. Even as a teenager, I found a paradox in sex—that she’s giving you permission to violate her—that was in itself an aphrodisiac, an addiction that would quickly morph into my avocation.

Sex is for me, and should be for everyone, a unique and personal experience. My early experiences and interest in sex has taught me what not to do and how to do to get exactly what I need sexually. I’ve experimented with many women, looking for new and exciting experiences and for ways to improve my technique. I know for a fact that the more sex you have the better you are at it, and the better you get to know yourself. Remember, practice makes perfect sense.
I accidentally discovered porn in ’86. I used to borrow my step-dad’s socks. He always had brand-new clean socks, so I would sneak into his drawer and take a pair. One day as I was digging for a matching pair, I discovered his stash of hardcore adult magazines. No one was home, so I pulled out the stack and went through all of the magazines. There was a mixture of black and white photo spreads and a series of color photos all set to differently themed magazine titles. They immediately caught my attention. All of the magazines were hardcore, so there was a photo or two to establish a sort of story, followed by immediate action and ultimate penetration.

Here were these complete strangers engaged in something so intimate. Or so I thought. The women had smiles on their faces and the men looked commanding and competent. It was the picture of sex taken for my viewing pleasure. This discovery of porn, stashed in my dad’s sock drawer, had given me a view into the future. Women had a commanding role in my sexual experience and they were about to get a new script. I wanted to be the commanding and competent man in the pictures with the smiling women.

At the time of my discovery I was 17 with only a few sexual conquests in my life. I want to be in those magazines. But it was clear these porn models were much more experienced. So I did the next best thing, I masturbated twice a day to the images in my mind from the magazines. Both were vivid and explicit, creative and narrative. I had a running story, an established relationship with these pictures. I viewed them over and over sometimes forgetting to put them back where I found them. I couldn’t erase the impression they made on my mind. I became resolute in my decision to become a part of the adult industry.

I did my homework. Who produced the magazine? Who were the models? I checked out other magazines like Club, Penthouse, Hustler, Cheri, Black Tail, Fox, High Society and Oui. But they were tame compared to one’s in my dad’s drawer. They were soft-core. No penetration, only the simulation of sex and there in the pictures there was only the act of f*cking, everything was implied. What I’d discovered at the bottom of my dad’s sock drawer were a group of underground magazines that catered to the hardcore fan.

I quickly sought out hardcore magazines, where the sex was real and I could see a real sexual connection. These magazines weren’t in the mainstream newsstands; they were in the sex shops. And they were expensive, so I’d have to read as much of them as I could absorb there. Then leave as discreetly as I came. Those early images left me with a hard on I could not escape. The twice masturbation sessions were not enough to squelch the desires I had. Pussy became my motivation. Getting into those magazines assured me there would be a constant stream of pussy.

By the time I turned 23, I not only knew I wanted to be a porn star, but I knew what porn models I wanted to f*ck and what lucky porn guys were lucky enough to f*ck them. I even knew the names of porn companies I wanted to work for. So I read up on the stars and the industry in L.A. Express, a very cheap and accessible magazine that informed the reader of what was going on in the porn industry. From what movies were being made to what parties they were going on, to what new starlet was making headlines. So when I read about the annual porn awards show in Las Vegas I made the 300 mile trip. Right place, right time, because before I knew it I was handed a card and told to call if I wanted to get in the business. A porn star was born.

When I discovered sex, it changed something in me, it brought out what I believe was a talent, the knack for bringing out a sexual nature in people. The changes I felt first was that I felt more confident, I became certain in my actions and thoughts towards women. I also felt a need to please them and if I came on sexually strong, then I would satisfy them as well. All this came from having a sexual presence that I was beginning to understand. I didn’t really discover – or better yet, appreciate – sex until I was I older, around the age of 20. This is when I was briefly a male stripper. I met a guy by the name of Kalif who had started a group called The Men of Color. I met him one night in a club, we were both checking out girls, we took turns taking a pretty girls to the dance floor and turning them out. 2 or 3 songs and it was time to switch, all the girls wanted to dance with us. One night he asked me to join his group Men of Color, they were a group of 5 guys who would go to different events and dance for a bunch of women. I fit in easily, because I love to dance and I especially like to dance for women. And I was going to get paid for it.

At one of our first events, we were at this club called Backwaters. The dance floor was sunken in the floor and it was surrounded by railings. This particular night I came on first, so I had to look up at the girls surrounding the dance floor. They all were leaning over the railings trying to reach for me, but this one girl in particular was especially attractive, so I started to dance just for her, creating this invisible connection. As she responded to what I was doing I did more of it. That night I learned something about what I did and how women responded to it. I know I was a dancer, so it came with the territory, but this was different because it became a mental bond not just a physical connection.

Snoop Dogg would have the hit song “Sensual Seduction” later in his career, but I felt that song could have easily been written for what I was doing 18 years ago. Her attachment to me continued off the dance floor, she followed me off to a corner where she channeled an interest into my mind as well as my body. She wanted to f*ck and I knew I could f*ck her back. I would later that night to the same beat in my head that had only been playing a few hours earlier. I needed her to be satisfied by what I was giving her, a thorough mind f*ck. This type of sex was going to be my specialty. I sent thoughts out to have them returned pleased. It was the beginning of my discovery to provide content, in a sexual way.

Now that I had uncovered this new ability I needed to know what it could do. I had to know my limitations and strengths. I knew my mind had the message and my body was the messenger, but if my mind wasn’t right then the body wouldn’t be either. Important to get the mental aspect solid and this would take practice and failure and practice again. My relationships during this time varied; I met women, girls and ladies who were all down to help me get my mind right. My stripper career was brief. I only lasted a few months with Men of Color. My friendship with Kalif remained solid. He continued to dance with the group, and I just continued to dance. I wasn’t a very good stripper anyways. I’d knock over drinks and didn’t know how to please so many women at once. I was better when I had one girl to focus on at a time. And that’s what I did for a while: focused on one girl at time, time after time, leading up to porn.

Sex was still very mental for me, I just used my body to express what I was thinking. From that first experience of realizing the effect sexually you can have on someone to continuous use of that ability gave me a sexual power that had been 15 years in the making. Stripping unleashed it and I worked to develop it. I see the same qualities in female strippers. Many are comfortable in their bodies, they are aware of the reaction they provoke and they are very confident in their sexual abilities. I was no different. I didn’t feel any different because of this discovery, but I did feel enhanced. And I was determined even more to do something useful with this elevated state. I decided on porn long before I had realized I was heading in that direction, even though I unconsciously went in that direction, it could be argued I was already consciously there.

My first adult porn set was out in Palm Springs. The girl who had brought me into the industry, Heather Lee, she was out there doing a shoot. She wanted me to drive out there to meet the director. If he liked me, he might hire me in the future. His name was Roy Brewington and he was actually a photographer who happened to also be a director. What I would learn later is a lot of the successful producers in porn were also very good photographers. He was one of the best. I drove down to Palm Springs and met up with Heather. She had talked highly of me, so when I showed up, Roy was very hospitable and professional. I felt comfortable, like I belonged.

Heather pulled me off into a room and asked how I was feeling. I was good, especially since I didn’t know what to expect, but I was game. Me and Heather had had sex a few times before at her place and mine, and she was already a successful porn star so it was her suggestion I get into porn. I guess she had been f*cking me just to make sure I was ready and up to the task. After a few minutes, she says, “Roy wants you to be in the scene”, I was like “Okay, no problem”. I was a 23 year old kid, and I had already said, “Okay, no problem,” to stealing, robbing, and driving without a license. sh*t, what was going to stop me from f*cking on film? Nothing.

I was where I belonged and everyone knew it, but there was one catch. There would be another guy in the scene. “Huh? How’s that going to work?” I asked. Heather looked at me with a look that said, “Don’t worry I can handle it.” I realized that this was perfectly normal. 2 guys and 1 girl was normal in porn. The girls could handle it or in this business, they better be able to handle it, because it’s normal. I was still a young guy in a very mature business, naivety abound.

It wasn’t long before the other guy showed up, Mr. Sean Michaels. This guy was cool from top to bottom. He strolled in all suited up, clean as f*ck, and the first thing I noticed was how clean and pimped he was. One of a kind instantly. I couldn’t think of anyone like him, a very unique cat. I was also familiar with his work. I had been a fan of porn since I was 16 years old and I remembered all the black dudes I had seen. I wanted to be like them, and here was someone I had admired right there in front of me. He came over and shook my hand and said, “Wanna smoke?” Without hesitation I said, “Yeah”. I didn’t even know what we were going to be smoking, but I didn’t give a f*ck. I thought it was cool that he asked. Roy only hired the best and Sean was the best. 2 other guys arrived shortly after Sean, Marc Wallace and Peter North. More legends. I knew their faces and I had seen their work. I was in good company, and this solidified my feeling of belonging. I stood there thinking I couldn’t believe my luck. It was like meeting Big Daddy Kane, Doug E. Fresh and KRS-1, except this was 1 black guy and 2 white dudes and they made porn. These were the top 3 in the business. I had been placed squarely in line with distinction. If they were the porn version of celebrity, I was sure to be of significance . . .

The Porn Star Guide To Great Sex will be available at all major booksellers on June 22, 2010, and is currently available for pre-order on www.MrMarcus.com and many other online booksellers.



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Re: Mr Marcus’ Porn Star Guide To Great Sex from Ozone Magazine
« Reply #1 on: May 07, 2010, 09:10:52 am »
That n$#)( got a big head. I know why he wears those baseball caps in his scenes. To his credit he has taken down the best in the industry.

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Re: Mr Marcus’ Porn Star Guide To Great Sex from Ozone Magazine
« Reply #2 on: May 10, 2010, 12:04:32 pm »
Mr. Marcus is a kool dude. I usually enjoy his flicks.

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Re: Mr Marcus’ Porn Star Guide To Great Sex from Ozone Magazine
« Reply #3 on: May 10, 2010, 12:17:43 pm »
Mr. Marcus is a kool dude. I usually enjoy his flicks.

What is it about them?  The plotlines?  The cinematography?

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« Reply #4 on: May 10, 2010, 12:22:13 pm »
Mr. Marcus is a kool dude. I usually enjoy his flicks.

What is it about them?  The plotlines?  The cinematography?

Well, I'm definitely one for a plotline. It may not be the best, but I enjoy seeing a story set up. I also definitely enjoy seeing chemistry between the performers. I hate it when there's no chemistry and you can tell these performers are in it just for the money. I've noticed with some of the videos I've seen with Mr. Marcus, he's definitely having a good time, communicating with his partners, whether it's through talking, smiling, or laughing with them. Many times it seems the ladies he's performing with him or at ease and generally enjoy that about it and thus makes it a fun watch. And it helps that there are generally attractive folks when he's performing.  :)

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Re: Mr Marcus’ Porn Star Guide To Great Sex from Ozone Magazine
« Reply #5 on: May 10, 2010, 12:50:19 pm »
Damn, Hudlin was in a real perverted mood when he was posting these porn star topics. LOL@him having self pity for not f*cking all the bitches he wanted..also LMAO@comparing those porn stars to rap legends. ROFL, this too much...... ;D
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Re: Mr Marcus’ Porn Star Guide To Great Sex from Ozone Magazine
« Reply #6 on: May 10, 2010, 12:59:39 pm »
Mr. Marcus is a kool dude. I usually enjoy his flicks.

What is it about them?  The plotlines?  The cinematography?

That's messed up. ;D


Damn, Hudlin was in a real perverted mood when he was posting these porn star topics. LOL@him having self pity for not f*cking all the bitches he wanted..also LMAO@comparing those porn stars to rap legends. ROFL, this too much...... ;D

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