[Rick 'Magma' Bocchino]

Hey how you doin'? My name is Rick Magma, I'm 43 years old. I was born in Brooklyn, the son of Guido and Sofia Bocchino. Like many porn stars I have a history of sexual abuse as a child. At age 11 I was molested by a group of high school football players who tied me to a bench in a locker room naked, then took turns shoving a cucumber up my asshole. I believe that this event is the reason I cannot eat any phallic-shaped foods (hot dogs, popsicles, corn on the cob). When I was 13 years old my dad kicked me out of the house, said I was a man and that I was old enough to make it on my own. I had a few odd jobs here and there. I washed dishes, I cleaned bathrooms, and yea, like most people I sucked a few cocks for money. By the age of 18 I was living on the streets of New York, committing petty crimes and spending the money on blow.

A friend of mine got me a job in a male strip club. I dropped the last name of Bocchino and started calling myself Rick Magma, because I could go off at any time like a volcano due to a premature ejaculation problem I had. The money was alright but the real money was in adult pictures. My boss at the strip club got me a gig in the early 80s masturbating on camera for a company called UpCumming Productions. Life was great back then. I'd wake up, do some blow, go strip for 8 hours, and then masturbate on a semen-stained couch in some guy's basement while another dude video taped it... and then do some more blow.

Around this time I met the love of my life through a mutual blow dealer/friend, Regina 'The Pole Smoker' Guglielmo. I fell for this girl like crazy in love, you know? She made me want to be a better man. We did everything together (and by everything, I should clarify, I mean we did a lot of blow together). Like most healthy couples we also liked to make love on camera or in front of large crowds of Vietnamese immigrants (most of whom were doing blow). UpCumming Productions started marketing and selling our sex tapes on the streets and eventually we were making enough money that I could quit my job as a stripper and she could quit her job sucking dicks in a bathroom in the projects and focus all of our attention on making porn videos. We moved to a bungalow in California's San Fernando Valley in hopes of creating a better future for ourselves in the porn capital of the world.

There's always been an inequality in the porn industry which is that female performers are always going to get more money for a single scene than a male actor will. Frankly it's an injustice that all male porn actors have to deal with. To keep up with the mortgage payments and our overwhelming blow habits we both had to start taking more scenes with multiple partners. We saw nothing wrong with it, sometimes I'd screw like 10 different broads in the same day. Regina marathon-screwed 50 guys in a single 1 hour scene-- a world record gang bang that stood for over a decade.

At home we also started experimenting. We'd bring other women or men into our love making. We'd have three and four ways, sometimes I'd just videotape Regina having sex with three midgets. I think that the constant sex, blow, the daily grind (more meaning than just one) and the emotional strain from it all put Regina into a great depression. In July of 1986 she took her own life by way of gunshot to the head.

I sunk into a deep depression and became a total recluse, only periodically leaving my home to purchase more blow. Finally my director, producer, writer, composer, editor, mentor and father-figure Louie 'The Assmaster' Diogaurdi turned on a light and pulled me out. He came to my house and he said "Rick, you got the biggest dick this side of the Mississippi, and you're a stand up guy. (he pulled the toothpick he was chewing on out of his mouth and pointed it accusingly at me) If you gonna let one bitch do this to you, then maybe I had the wrong idea about you. When you done being a little bitch you come talk to me, I got more work for ya." He then reached down and cradled my testicles in his hands and said "What a goddamn shame it is that you would waste this... this gift that God himself gave you."

I'll be goddamned if those words didn't inspire me. I got out of bed, I started eating right, I started exercising and I was having sex all over the place. I was back! Soon I'd lost weight and was in the best shape of my life. This entire series of my life I mostly remember as being a brief 3-5 minute montage with that song "You're the Best Around (nothin's ever gonna keep you down)" playing real loud since the Rocky and Karate Kid movies were really big back then and I was on a lot of blow. I even met another woman, her name was Juice Box, on the set of my 1988 classic "Sperms of Endearment".

After a rocky 7 years together, fast forward to the year 1993. At this time virtually nothing was known about the AIDS virus. Well, let me rephrase that, there was a lot known about the AIDS virus at this time, but Juice Box and I knew little about it because we sold our tv for blow and instead of reading our newspapers we would cover the ground of our kitchen with them so when we lost control of our bowels, as blow often causes you to do, it wouldn't ruin the linoleum. I don't know how she caught it, maybe it was just a freak thing, although in all likelihood she contracted it from one of the 25 or so different men she had unprotected intercourse with every month. Juice Box's health quickly deteriorated and she died on her birthday in October 1993.

The porn industry had a different landscape at this time than the one I fondly remembered from my youth. It wasn't enough just to masturbate on some guy's basement couch, now the average porn viewer wanted things that were more disgusting and vile-- things I just couldn't provide for them. Aside from that STDs were running rampant throughout the industry, completely unchecked, with little precautions to protect performers. In 1994 I officially retired as an actor in the porn industry, but from that I was able to begin a new career as a producer/director/writer/editor/composer/set designer/executive/cinematographer/narrator/sound editor or my own porographic films. I named my production company "Assmaster Productions" in honor of my mentor Louie "The Assmaster" Diogaurdi, and swore to uphold the values and morals that he had instilled in me through my pornographic films. There would be no profanity or drug abuse in my porno movies; just piffleing. And not just any kind of piffleing-- ass piffleing. Everything about these films would revolve around asses.

I started my humble company on a wing, a prayer and a line of coke off of a Nicaraguan hooker's ass. We needed a hook, though. Something that would draw the viewers to my films. This is how I invented my unique style of pornography known as "Embedded Pornography." Named after the style of journalism where a journalist follows around a unit of soldiers during war, you take your actors to a war-torn place (at that time Bosnia) and have them screw the soldiers.

During my travels throughout Eastern Europe and the Russian Federation I met a beautiful Chechnyan love bride named Olga. After paying her to be in several of my movies and allowing a unit of Serbian guerrillas to gang bang her, I took her back to America as my wife. We started a new life together as man and wife, and decided to start a family together, but as a common theme throughout my life, tragedy struck around every corner.

In 1996 I prematurely ejaculated and the errant cumshot struck Olga in the eyes, permanently blinding her. In 1997 I contracted HIV from an under aged Belarusian hermaphrodite prostitute. What can I say other than, like most heterosexual men, I enjoy cradling a 14 year old boy-girl's penis? Finally in 1999 I was arrested and Assmaster Productions was closed down after it turned out that an actress that had appeared in no less than 700 of my films over a two year span was only 16 years old. My trial was long and expensive and I ended up getting slapped in the face with a 12" black man's penis that was a 5 year prison sentence.

Prison is not a kind place for a former porn actor/scrawny white guy/registered sex offender like me, and to say that I was passed around like currency would be an underestimation of how much sodomy I was on the receiving end of. This was my darkest hour and the thought of suicide crossed my mind many times. But it was during that darkest hour that a true friend and savior emerged. The man I'm speaking of was a black man, I don't remember his name, although I have a sinking suspicion he was Morgan Freeman (was Morgan Freeman in prison during the late 90s for rape?). He gave me a Bible and every evening we'd read it together. He taught me all about Jesus and God. Soon I'd read the Bible from cover to cover. Then I read it again. By the time I was released from jail in 2004 I'd read the Bible at least 7 times and could recite certain verses on command.

When I left that prison I told Olga we were starting a new life, a moral life, one that didn't include three ways and double penetrations and midgets covered in mayonnaise. And there would be no more blow. The only three ways I'd be involved with were the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. The only double penetrations I'd accept were Jesus and God penetrating me with their love and wisdom. And there would be no more midgets covered in mayo. Period.

We went to church regularly, were in Bible study, and attended all church functions. We reached out to everyone in the community in hopes that they would also embrace Christ. Our church was involved in outreach, missionary work overseas in third world countries and feeding the homeless. Yet there was one group of people the Christian church has unanimously turned their backs on-- the porn industry. People in the porn industry are lost sheep just like a Muslim or a non-believer. They need guidance. We need to take that cock out of their hands and replace it with a Bible.

My ideas were controversial but eventually my church allowed me to go back to my old stomping grounds in San Fernando and Van Nuys to seek those that I had once had intercourse with on camera and convert them to Christianity.

It's three years later now and my outreach to the porn industry Mission for Submission: Jesus, Doggy-Style has reached thousands of ears and helped convert over 7 former porn actors and actresses to Jesus. We work tirelessly through the teachings of Jesus, God and the King James 1611 Bible to help rid the world of the smut that I am largely responsible for creating. We teach these people that God loves them and doesn't want them to give themselves away to people they hardly know, and to videotape it and put it on the internet. We teach them that instead of taking a cumshot on the face from a male porn star they should be taking a shot of baptismal water on the face from a male pastor. All of Christ's children are of worth and it is my goal to teach these lost souls that they can be found. I thank you for reading my story, I hope it has emboldened your hearts, opened your minds, and will encourage you to not turn your backs on those who commit vile acts-- but to witness to them, and win their souls.

I wrote this long introduction in hopes that you will accept me as a member of your Christ-believing forum and it is my hope that I can offer a unique insight on a variety of subject due to my background and story of redemption.

Yours in Him,
Rick Magma