Greatest Sex Scene Ever: Switch Hitters by Master_Vyle

Have you ever had a movie, or watched a scene from a movie, that just spoke to you? And not only did it speak to you, but it made you open your eyes and take a better look at yourself?I think everyone has had it happen with at least one movie. Perhaps the movie had a message to it and you really found yourself relating to the story and characters, maybe it just made you think, and I believe this is the kind of experience most people have with a film. Sometimes though it is something stronger than that. Sometimes the things you see on the screen are as though provoking as to be life altering, and it does not have to be immediate either, sometimes it can take years.

For me the film in question was not some classic piece of high cinema. It was not a ‘Gone With The Wind’ or a ‘Shawshank Redemption’ or an ‘It’s A Wonderful Life’. My particular film is the 1987 adult film ‘Switch Hitters’.

Huh? What the fuck is ‘Switch Hitters’?

Well ‘Switch Hitters’ is an adult film about the members of a minor league baseball team hoping to move up to the major leagues, and their only hope of doing that lies in the hands of the team’s hard as nails owner Miss Whitney. The only people on the team’s side or that has any confidence in them other than “Coach” is a pair of strippers, Bunny and Boom Boom, who work at the local club.

So okay, you may have guessed that the makers of the film knew very little about the politics of professional baseball, and if you’ve happened to have seen ‘Switch Hitters’ you also know they even knew less about writing crisp dialogue. The movie is from an era where at least most of the adult films made a lame attempt to tell a story instead of being a patchwork of amateur sex scenes. The film starred Bionca as Miss Whitney and Randy West (who seems to have been in almost every other porno made in the late 1980’s) as “Coach”.

However it is not the “big name porn stars” who make the movie with their somewhat lame and badly scripted fuck scene near the end that makes the film in my book. In fact it should have been a fairly forgettable fuck flick, as were most of the adult films I had seen from the time I was in middle school until the first few months of my first marriage.

Truly there are still only a few things which stand out from those movies. In one of the first adult movies I ever saw there was a scene at a dinner table with a pair of couples that kept flashing to one man imagining that the two women were on the table, either bound and with apples in their mouths, or when the apples were removed they were doing some deep lesbian kissing. That scene made it in as part of Heather Ford’s memories of adult movies she had seen in her past early on in ‘The Sound Of her MASTER’S VOICE’.

There was an interracial scene in a movie to which I can not remember the name of that my first wife and I picked up at the flea market. I can recall everything about it, as the scene was meant to be the retelling of a woman’s first interracial experience. Whenever I am thinking about or working on an interracial story I go back and reference that scene in my mind, because unlike with most porn there was something genuine about the retelling that had me emotionally invested in that part of the story.

And of course what else stands out in memory are the insanely bad. A friend my ex worked with lent us a couple of her videos right after we were married. One was a collection of scenes, and what make that video stand out is that they were dubbed, badly, in English. One scene where a woman was taking it from behind featured her male partner grunting with each thrust. What made that scene become a party favorite for a couple of weeks after was the fact that the dubbed voice reminded me of The Count from ‘Sesame Street’. He kept going, “AH, AH, AH,” and what I was thinking was “ONE, one pump, AH, AH, AH. TWO, two pumps, AH, AH, AH.”

I am sure you get the picture.

On that same compilation was a foursome scene stumbled upon by two other men. The black man who has walked in on the two couples writing on the floor says, “Oh, an orgy. Lets me gets in on that orgy too.” It was such a pointedly racist sounding bit a dubbed dialogue that I couldn’t help but laugh at the film’s makers for thinking that a black man should look and sound that way. Of course it was painfully obvious that the voice actor was no doubt as white as brand new cotton panties fresh out the package. Looking back I would say that it makes Japanese doramas and anime that portray English speaking foreigners as slow and dimwitted look fairly politically correct.

Those are most of the other stand outs, but there are a select few more that I am not going to mention here as I plan on writing on them at a later date at length. Let me get back to ‘Switch Hitters’ and give you a little background on how I came across this adult film with the scene which has left a lasting impression on me.

It was 1991 and I was 19. It was the second summer after high school and my aunt and uncle lived at the end of the same street. They had a monster satellite dish, which if you lived back in the good old days of the mid to late 1980’s you know that such dishes, before restrictions and signal scrambling, were the place to get your porn as Al Gore had not invented the internet yet. My uncle videotaped marathons of movies, and sometimes, it seemed, he would tape whatever was on just to fill a tape with six hours of movies. In those lean times myself and a friend would borrow tapes from his collection he thought were good to, “…refresh our memories about how sex was had.”

I do not even remember the movie on the tape that I had intentionally borrowed it for. I have never followed any sports other than pro-wrestling (it’s real and all those other things like football and basketball are fake…LOL), so I had no clue what a switch hitter was, nor did I have any clue as to the sexual connotation at age 19. The fact it was on an old Kodak T-120 video tape with several other movies would further mask any hints as to what the movie was about.

Now, nearly a lifetime later for me, I have it on DVD, and the tagline of the film reads, “An intergrated bi-sexual romance that covers every base.” I suppose back then, even if I had read that, my lack of experience would not have prepared me for what was coming or even hinted at it.

Now those of you who know, of course realize that, sexually speaking, a switch hitter is someone who will play for either team. In this instance it is meant to refer to a man who is bi. And of course, at the time, I had no earthly clue.

The fact was I had been struggling somewhat with my own sexual identity since middle school, if not sooner. I was growing up in a time when gay bashing was a popular sport and AIDS was fairly new and considered the great homosexual plague and the gay flu. I knew I was different from most other people, but I lacked understanding. I suppressed my thoughts and needs for two reasons: One was that I wanted to be accepted by the people I went to school and worked with, which to this day has never really happened. And two I had been the victim of sexual molestation for several years when I was younger, by several people, so at the time I equated sexual contact with other males with being painful and shameful. The world I lived in up until then stagnated my sexual growth because I did not want to accept who I was, and would not truly begin until about a decade ago.

‘Switch Hitters’, more particularly the locker room scene, would trigger the first part of my slow sexual awakening.

The scene takes place after the team wins a major game and stripper Bunny, played by Stacy Donovan, has lost a bet with two of the team’s players involving the win but she somehow ends up allowed to take charge of them. Of course it takes place in the aforementioned locker room where she has a threesome with Kirby, a hot boded blonde with a fat cock played by Matt Forest/Matt Pierce, and Kevin, a similarly hot boded black stud with a nice long cock played by T.J. Swan.

Now I was by no means new to seeing MFM threesomes in porno movies. I had seen plenty. The first difference, however, was that I had up to this point never seen an interracial scene at all. I had seen some stills, no penetration as laws were slightly different in my area at the time, and of course I had fantasized about seeing it. Seeing it on the screen though added a new element. As soon as Bunny, skinny blonde thing she was, stripped to nothing and leaned across the locker room bench to suck Kevin’s cock I was hard. No, like HARD!

It did not take long before she leans over to suck Kirby’s thick white cock as Kevin goes down and gives her a bit of sensual kissing along her leg and thigh, finally skirting around her tummy and thick sandy blonde bush. Again it was nothing I had not really seen before, aside from the interracial element and the fact that the kissing that Kevin was giving Bunny as she sucked his teammate’s cock was more in the realm of what is considered erotic as opposed to cheaply made porn.

Within a few minutes they changed position, Bunny laying on her back on the bench as Kirby opens her pussy with his thick cock. Kevin squatted over her head so she could suck his hard black rod as his teammate pounded her pussy. Still, nothing real new. It was like any MFM threesome I had seen in any number of now nameless porn films before.

And then the moment that changed everything. As she stops sucking cock a moment to take a breath Bunny says something to the effect that they guys may have won the bet but there’s a catch. She directs Kevin to move closer to Kirby, who is still fucking her like a champ and tells him, “Now put your dick in his mouth.”

Hard? HARD?