In KNOCKED OUT, JERKED OFF 2 (KOJO 2) videographer Jack Miller continues his hands-on exploration of naked male bodies, videotaping more sessions with straight young men who've taken basic "knock-out" pills and given Miller permission to do what he will with them while they sleep. The camerawork is crude--it's just Miller and the unconscious dudes; Miller holds the camera one-handed while he strips the guys and runs his other hand all over them--but the results, when he gets the cumshot and even when he doesn't, are fuckin' hot.

I met Ed at a bar near a military base. He'd been out of the service for a while and was broke and lonely. I mentioned my "video project" and Ed said, "Why not?"

I loved the way his veins were so prominent, especially on his fat cock. They stood out on his translucent skin as much as his tattoos.

Ed delivered a white-hot load into my waiting hands without rousing from his pill-induced slumber.

I've known Phil for a few months. He's straight and out-going--a natural for my video project.

I took my time exploring him while he snored away. His uncut dick took a lot of lube and manipulation before he ultimately shot his wad.

I couldn't resist giving him a taste of his own jizz, rubbing it onto his lips and tongue before I left.

I can't take credit for finding Charlie. He's an active-duty Marine, 100% straight.

The money we offered him was all it took.

When I saw this footage I told my buddy that I wanted to grope Charlie myself, but he was already in Iraq

Charlie's monster-cock sprang to life in my pal's hands and produced great gobs of guy-goo before he was done with it.

I met J.Z. just after he'd been tossed out by his girlfriend. He was on the street, so I put him up in a motel in exchange for being in one of my videos.

He said, "I don't give a shit. Just don't touch my ass."

While he was out cold his dick got plenty hard, but he never shot a load. I bet if I had played with his ass, he would have!

My path crossed with baby-faced Justin downtown, where he had a tiny room rented. He complained that the noise of the street kept him awake at night and claimed he would do anything for a good night's sleep.

He jumped at my offer of a quiet room for a night and said he would appreciate the cash as well. Justin slept with the innocent look of an angel, but his body responded like the handsome devil that he is.

I couldn't resist gently exploring his hairy ass-crack, but somehow I don't think he minded one bit. When the cum began to flow, I knew he'd awaken feeling well-rested.

To quote a popular song, "Sweet dreams are made of this."

-- Jack Miller