Rites Of Ass-Age: Adam Ramzi On Popping Seven Dixon’s Porn Cherry

Adding the distinction of having a “Celebrity Porn Playlist” on NakedSword.com to my ever-growing and eclectic résumé has begun with a bit of a rocky start. My life in San Francisco keeps me on my toes, and I am rarely sitting still long enough to even turn my computer on, much less focus on a porn library that consists of literally THOUSANDS of scenes. That said, when I was asked to create this playlist, I thought of one scene I knew was instantly going to be added, without question.

The film is NakedSword’s The Pack, and the scene features two beautiful men I consider dear friends: superstar porno powerhouse Boomer Banks, and a lesser known performer by the name of Seven Dixon. I had the pleasure of de-virginizing Seven in his first ever porn scene, in Raging Stallion’s 2013 mega feature Open Road, and the experience was an unforgettable little adventure that I’d like to speak on a bit in this post.

Adam and Seven ca. 2013, on the set of Open Road.
Adam and Seven ca. 2013, on the set of Open Road.
Steve Cruz, having LOVED working with me in Timberwolves, asked me to come on board for the big budget location shoot for not one but two scenes: one would be bottoming for the incredibly sexy Aleks Buldocek at the San Francisco bar Truck, and the second would be an outdoor scene at a farm outside Sacramento, in which I would have my first opportunity to top on camera for this muscly newcomer from New York.

Steve sent me pictures. My jaw dropped. Not only was Seven incredibly beautiful, he also looked very familiar. I thought about it: I am pretty sure I’d seen him in the scene in L.A. years back, considering him one of the “untouchables” of the worked out, tattooed A-list of the east side, someone who wouldn’t even notice a guy like me. I was nervous. I was excited. I said “Hell-to-the-fuck-yes.”

The trip was off to a great start for several reasons. The scene with Aleks went great, it was my first directed by my porndaddy Bruno Bond, I met photographer Ryan Scott (with whom I’d go on to do four separate photo shoots, and hopefully more, because he doesn’t know this yet but I call myself his muse), and I was able to work with two dear friends on set as grips, one of whom I drove a moving van full of equipment with to the farm for the next leg of the shoot, which ended up being quite the bonding experience.

Finally, I reached the hotel for a relaxing evening before the day of the shoot. The Raging Stallion production team made a surprising call when they set me up in a room I’d share with Seven — usually, scene partners don’t often get a chance to share so much time the day before a shoot. What if they don’t like each other? What if they like each other so much that they blow all their loads and then the scene is awkward or doesn’t run smoothly? There were a number of risks here, but I checked in at the front desk, took in a deep breath, knocked before entering, and came into the room.

Seven was shirtless, smiling, and charming as hell. He was easy to talk to, and for how burly and tough he looked on the outside I could see right through to his soft, gooey center. There was a geekiness to his laugh, and a sweet swivel in the way he spoke. We played the get-to-know-ya dance coyly. Then something weird and very unexpected happened.

“So how old are you?”
“31.”
“Oh cool, me too! 81 or 82?”
“81.”
“Oh nice, me too!”
“Yeah? I’m November.”
“Oh shit, me too! November 17.”
“…Me…too.”
“…What?!”
“…Yeah.”
“Whoa.”
“Um…”
“Hmm…”
“Wow.”

We were stunned silent. It was like we fast forwarded through the remainder of the small talk, and instantly became partners in crime for the remainder of the shooting days. He told me about his time in New York, about his ex-boyfriends, and his move from Los Angeles. I made him giggle by reading to him passages from the future chapter of Cloud Atlas, my companion for the trip, complete with accent and everything. We had dinner. We shared stories, and spoke of mutual friends. We made out a lot, but held out on anything further the best we could to make the next day go smoothly.

The shoot itself was funny, exhausting, and a little shaky. It was a solid 90 degrees out (I think you can see my skin turn several shades darker as the scene progresses), and Seven was more than likely quite nervous. I wondered if it was true, that sometimes getting to know your scene partner the day before can be detrimental to your performance. I would be reminded of this months later, when I had zero chemistry with a scene partner, and to my surprise Steve would tell me how it was some of my best work ever as a performer.

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Still, Seven knocked it out, looked incredible, and after the stop-and-start of the entire day, I somehow managed to end my first topping scene with arguably the biggest load I’d ever shot in my life (until that point, that is). The trick of having the otter fuck the muscle butt, when the scene set it up to look like it was going to be the opposite, was rewarding and smart, and I knew it would make for great porn watching.

Later that evening, the adventure continued. Boomer showed up to the hotel, and we took the rental car used in the scene to the nearest Outback Steak House. It was sweet to hang with two boys who clearly had a loving and friendly history. Seven and I talked about our long, fun day, recounting stories like how Steve was having trouble getting the above-shot of me pumping Seven doggy-style, in relation to the sunlight. Our solution: the grip mentioned above would stand behind me so that I could lean as far back as possible against him as I fucked Seven’s ass and Steve could get the shot he wanted. As soon as Steve called “Cut, we got it!” I pulled out, turned around, and gave the grip a sweaty hug as we laughed our heads off. Shit like that can really solidify a friendship.

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After dinner, we had a random stop in at Walgreens, only to find Aleks and Tony Orion unable to find a cab to get back to the hotel (we were in rural, semi-suburban Sacramento, remember). We told them they could cram in our sexy Dodge Charger. They nearly cried. I took a photo of their reaction, and it was immortalized as Adam Ramzi’s first ever tweet.

The next day, we spent a couple hours at the pool waiting for our flights. We had our intimate moment. No cameras, no grips, no pressure. Seven has since stopped making films, focusing on his new life in Miami, Florida, near family and friends. We check in on each other as often as we can, especially on our birthdays.

 

Epilogue:

Watching the scene with him and Boomer, for me, is so much more than a hot porn scene. There’s an urgency to it. A chemistry that is different. It’s not show sex. They start by trying clothes on for the Black Party, and end up engaged in the kind of passion I want in real-life sex every time.

The first time I saw it was at the Powerhouse in San Francisco during a gogo gig. Toward the end of their scene, I completely stopped dancing and just watched, like it was a movie theater just for me. I texted them both later, that I loved them and they looked beautiful. I remembered our weird little work-vacation outside of Sacramento. And realized memories like these make all the bullshit that comes with working in the porn world totally worth it.

 

 

Previously: RITES OF ASS-AGE: ADAM RAMZI ON THE MAJOR CHEMISTRY HE HAD WITH TOMMY DEFENDI

6 thoughts on “Rites Of Ass-Age: Adam Ramzi On Popping Seven Dixon’s Porn Cherry”

  1. It’s been a long time since you posted an article and being such a stupid g4p hungry writer. I thought your next will defend Jarec but at least I was wrong

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