Tré Xavier’s Blog

Deleted Scenes From The MACT/NY Screening

     My last entry was about my attending a screening of my movie, “THE INTERVIEW”. This entry is to serve as an extra like you have on a DVD of a movie. When scenes are deleted from a movie, the reasons could be anything from including the scene would have made the movie too long, to including the scene would have ruined the mood or tone the director and/or storyteller was trying to tell. That is how the following deleted questions from my last post should be looked upon - like deleted scenes.

     The moods I was trying to set with my last entry were those of enjoyment, humorous inquisitiveness, and some of the usual sexual arousal. My first question set a mood of inquisitiveness, but not of a humorous nature. That question being:

 (1) Was I selected to be a representative for the movie, and if so by whom? I was the only person there involved in this production who is actually from the industry. Now, if my knowledge of the rules of etiquette are correct, shouldn’t Tyson Cane been involved in my appearing there, maybe even appeared there himself. Well, while researching this (YES “researching”, like for a news article) to find answers to some of my questions, it confirmed my assumption from a past email that Tyson Cane has relocated to Florida. Now attempts to contact Tyson were made by MACT/NY regarding making arrangements for this screening, but with no response from him. So the way I became selected as a representative was because my presence on the internet by way of my website and this blog gave MACT/NY a way to contact me. And believe me, I am not bothered by MACT/NY contacting me at all. I bothered at why it came down to me.

This question came to mind because I was asked by the Winner to bring copies of the DVD to sell. I’m not the one who should be asked about bringing DVDs to sell. Tyson Cane should. And if he’s not available, (once again) proper etiquette would be for him to ask me. The Winner is supposed to just sit back, and enjoy the evening without lifting a finger to make it happen. I did admit in a comment to a previous post that me and Tyson have gone our separate ways. However, anyone who knows me knows that I am professional enough to properly prioritize who the night of that screening was about. It was not about me. It was not about Tyson Cane. It was about the Winner of the auction showing off the fruit of his labor. Therefore, communicating with Tyson Cane on this matter would not have been an issue.

This leads to my next question which is: (2) Since my scene with Shorty J is the fruit of the Winner’s labor, why did he have to actually BUY his copy of “The Interview”? Yes, you read correct - buy his copy. And I had to buy my own as well. Now me and Tyson were on speaking terms when I did “The Booth”, and I had to buy that with money out of my pocket also, and “The Booth” was produced by the same company as “The Interview”. So my annoyance with having to purchase my own copies has come and gone. That’s why I will never work for that company again. But I was livid to discover that the Winner had to shell out money from his pocket to see his work come to fruition. Because (another rule of etiquette within this industry) you are entitled to a complimentary copy of the movie you worked in. I mean, he already shelled out money at the auction to become “Director For A Day”. Now, he has to put more money out to see his own work.

It’s not fair! And it’s not correct! Because it is a completely unprofessional display. A lack of courtesy not only to someone involved in the production, but even worse - to a fan. A fan who was giving at the auction to support MACT/NY in their attempts to lessen the racial and ethnic divide within the gay community. The Winner did tell me that Tyson Cane mentioned getting him a free copy, which he of course deserves.

But that leads to my last question that I don’t need to go into much detail as to why I’m asking it. That question being: Where is the lack of professionalism in this chain to make the night of the screening happen? Is it Tyson Cane, Alpha Dawgz Productions or both? Because to my knowledge, there is no mistaken that MACT/NY is in the clear on this matter. They did everything right to make that night happen considering the small amount of power they have in this matter.

     Now, if I am wrong, and there is something I don’t know that transpired during communication between these 3 parties, I will admit to my being misinformed by posting a blog without delay displaying that new information. Because I will not chastise someone on this blog due to being misinformed, and never exonerate them when the truth comes to light.

MACT/NY Screening of “The Interview”

     About a month or two ago, I was invited to attend a screening of one of my movies, “The Interview”, and I gladly accepted. I had never been to a screening of one of my movies before, and I wanted to see what it would be like.

    The way this screening came about was the last year, one of the Sea Teas was for MACT/NY(Men of All Colors Together NY). An auction was held for someone to win “Director For A Day” on a Tyson Cane movie. It turned out that the winner’s day to be “Director For A Day” was when I was doing my scene with Shorty J for “THE INTERVIEW”. I had no problem with that. Especially because it gave us both actors and director, a chance to find out what sexual acts aren’t being shown that the buying public wants to see. In this case, one of those things that the winner suggested was Armpit Play. I never played with armpits on-camera or off until that day. Now, I’ve actually started doing it in my off-camera sex life. Then again, it was bound to happen, because I’ve always been very much into licking various body parts before that. Maybe it was just a matter of time until I got to the armpits, or maybe the winner’s suggestion got me there a lot sooner than I expected. And things like that is why I welcomed his presence there. It was also the reason I was more than happy to make this appearance.

     The screening was held at a MACT/NY meeting at the LGBT Center. I was quite nervous for a variety of reasons. Like I said before, I never been to a screening of one of my porno movies before. Also, I knew there was going to be a room full of guys watching me fuck on a TV screen. YES, I KNOW as a Porn Actor that’s what happens. BUT usually not  with you (one of the performers) right there in the room - full of fully-clothed men at that. Heck, unlike most might expect, I haven’t even been to a sex party with my movie playing on the TV. So this was very much unknown territory for me.

     When the movie started, I didn’t expect to find myself getting excited, because to be honest, besides a select few, I’m not too into most of Tyson Cane’s models. Especially his Black models, but I feel that about most ethnic-porn companies. There’s an immense number of good-looking Black men out there, it’s just that most ethnic-porn companies don’t have them. With that in mind, I feel I’ve been very lucky with my scene partners most of the time, especially in this movie, because Shorty J is sexy as all hell. But the one person in another scene besides my own who I knew was going to spark some excitement in me was Stash.

I first saw Stash in a picture with Jason Taurus when Tyson Cane suggested casting me in Harold & Larry. BUT it wasn’t Stash who he wanted to pair me with, it was Jason. I wrote Tyson back and gave an OK, but made sure to let him know that if the other guy (Stash) tops to keep him in mind for me. Don’t get me wrong, I find Jason Taurus to be a good-looking guy, but he doesn’t spark my libido. Not the way Stash does. Me and Stash actually came face-to-face when I was doing “The Booth”. We ran some dialogue together, and if you notice my eyes while running that dialogue, I’m sure you’ll see how much more I wanted him to be my sex scene partner than who I was actually paired with. And Tyson Cane was aware of it too, because from the time Stash showed up and several times after, Tyson kept telling me that he’s not my scene partner. Now since I’m not deaf and very attentive when working, I heard him the 1st time, so repeating it was only annoying the fuck out of me. And when you look at Stash, you can see why. As I’ve often said before, I’m no size-queen, so Stash’s big cock is not why I wanted to get fucked by him so bad and made me have to brace myself for watching his scene with Peanut so my woody didn’t bust out of my pants. It’s the fact that he’s a cute guy with a great ass.

Well, I survived watching the scene. Now watching the scenes without me I tried to put my mind elsewhere. As far as my scenes are concerned, I actually found myself laughing at some points, because when I’m doing a scene, the words I say come out of my mouth for 2 reasons and in this order of priority: because (1) they’re words that just came to my mind as something that I think the tops viewing it would like to hear as a top, and the bottoms would like to say themselves; and (2) I’m really enjoying the fuck that guy is putting on me. So when I hear some of the things I say, it takes me back to either how much of a show I had to put on because the guy was really a dud instead of a stud, or how little of  show I had to put on because that guy really knew how to fuck. Luckily, the reasons for all that you hear me say during my scenes in “THE INTERVIEW” does not have to be prioritized, because they’re about equal. But during the final scene, I’m such a fan of group sex, reason #2 started to become reason #1.

     There was a point during the middle when the had a bit of an intermission, and to my surprise the Winner gave me the floor to answer some questions. That made me really nervous. While answering one of the questions, I found myself rambling, but then got back on track. Thank God for porn. For me anyway, because as I’ve said before, it’s how I found my voice and actually helped my public speaking and improvisational skills by way of public appearances. So giving me a chance to fine tune those skills again is another reason why I THANK MACT/NY so much for having me and making me feel welcome.

     After the screening, I took some photos with the winner and some of the members of MACT/NY. So it was a fun night, and one I won’t forget no time soon.

You can go back and read my accounts of 2 days shooting “THE INTERVIEW” by going to the following entries:

“The Interview” Shoot - Day 1, “The Interview” Shoot - Day 2, More From The Set of “The Interview”

Return To AllMaleParty

I did a new blog entry for Pitbull’s ThugPornBlog.com about my return to the AllMaleParty.com events. Check it out by clicking here, then come back to this page to leave a comment if you like. Enjoy.

For “Tre By Tre” - THANKS

     Let me start this entry off by saying THANK YOU SO MUCH for all your kind words about my new gallery, Tre By Tre. When I decided to do these new pics, I had no idea that they would be such an intimate look at the style and taste that makes me who I am. So I was quite floored by comments pointing that out to me. Such as how you now see the bed I had sex with the German on, or realizing the TV that I watch my porn inspirations on. Because I always saw that over the years while taking note of how a photographers’ work shows who they are and what they may be all about. But I never thought of myself as a photographer, so while doing this photoshoot, the thought of you guys seeing me in that light went completely over my head.

     To show my appreciation for your thoughts on my new gallery, I decided to show you some of the pics that did not make the final cut in being displayed for one reason or another. Mainly, because I didn’t want to overfill the gallery. So since I do value your opinions, if you think I should replace one pic already in the gallery for one of these, let me know. And if you can point out specifics as to why I should make the switch, that would be great. Since the pictures in this gallery are show such true various intimate sides of me, I want you all to see that honesty in a way that you enjoy watching. THANKS AGAIN.

Was My NY Pride Just Another Sunday?

     With all the complaints about my not posting a blog about NY Pride, although I said I would write one (1) more important issues surfaced, and for those complaining to not take a note of that, has me a bit disappointed; and (2) my response to a comment about it made me realize my experience really wasn’t so important. To go more in depth, I show my pride in not just my being gay, but my being a part of the human race with practically every blog I write. And what I’m about to write regarding my experience will be no different. I’ll talk about feeling good to be a part of it, who I caught up with and met new there, and who there could have ravished me just by saying the word.

So let me start with those easy things in 1 paragraph only.

     I felt great to be there. Even though I myself am not an escort, I was surrounded by guys who do provide a service that some of you wish I did, but I myself don’t feel comfortable doing just yet. While there, I was glad to come fact-to-face with Barrett Long, who is actually a real jokester, and Chad Leigh who spanked me with a little board people from the Pleasure Chest were giving out. Of course you know, it would have also been my pleasure to be spanked with more than that board. And I had reunions with the always sweet Spike and Vin Nolan. When I get with just 1 of these guys, I know I’m going to have fun. My only regret by being a part of the parade is that I don’t get to see all the other floats and marchers who make up the immense diversity within the gay community. Now, the reason I treat Pride Sunday like any other day is because unfortunately there are so many stereotypical gay men out there, they don’t take notice of that diversity. And my knowing the fact of that shallow mindset is going to piss me off even more so during Pride week. So basically, my treating it like any other day or week is my way to keep my calm.

     After the Pride March, I went to the Pier Dance. I was hoping to meet up with some friends there whose roof party I was going to attend after. My assumption was that because of the time, they would already be there. It actually turned out being that we were both on line trying to get in, and I was a tad closer than they were. My friends who were having the roof party, and live within walking distance of the Pier Dance, left about 8:30 to go home and prepare for the party. So I stayed there until the end. An end that I was disappointed by, because of the very brief fireworks display this year.

     I got to my friends’ place sometime before 11. My friend (who’s from my day job) is a great host, so I knew the starvation I was feeling was about to be cured. And boy was it! Between the crackers, dips, and mostly everyone’s favorite, shrimp cocktail, plus they actually had sandwiches at the Pier Dance, so by the end of the night, the starvation I was suffering from during the Pride March was more than cured.

     As always with my friend, I met some new faces. One new face in particular caught my attention, but he seemed pre-occupied with someone else - at least for that night. He was actually one of the first to leave - alone. I’ve mentioned before that through getting into porn, I found my voice. That voice includes my being more aggressive in getting what I want. And if I can’t get it, to some extent you will at least know to that I want it. And this was one of those times.

As the guy was leaving, he hugged everyone goodbye, including those he barely talked to like myself. So when it became my turn to get a hug, I thought that since I’ll probably never see him again, I should give him some sign to let him know I find him adorable. As I was sitting on a bench, he came and hugged me from behind. So I reached back and held his head close to me, and while holding his head, I gave him a little massage. His face was buried into my shoulder, but I could still hear him say, “That feels good.”

And I told him, “You’re so adorable.” We then smiled at each other, he continued his round of hugging the other guests, then left.

Now, we never exchanged numbers, nor did we go through our mutual friend to find each other. It actually happened by accident. Or was it fate? I won’t go into details of how exactly we came in contact with each other until I feel we have something going somewhere worth talking about. So either way, after emails on MySpace and very recent talks on the phone, we came face-to-face with each other exactly 1 month to the day that we first spoke to each other. It was after midnight, so technically we first spoke on June 25th, and we made and kept our plans to meet at Porno Bingo on July 25th. I will only say that he left with me, and spent the night at my place. Once again, if he’s worth it more details will follow.

     Now, as you see from the paragraph about the March, there was no real story to tell. The real story that made it more than just another Sunday is what happened after the Pride March that sparked something worth talking about an entire month later.

Or is it?

Getting Out The Kinks: Step To Me - WET!

     I know I’ve mentioned it before. My love of the sight of wet hot guys. I love it to the point that I’m writing this blog entry with a hard-on because of all the images flashing through my mind to inspire all I’m about to say.

     I don’t know what started this kink of mine, or how many people share it. Maybe it’s because although I’m an Aries (which is a fire sign), my rising sign is Pisces, a water sign. Most Pisces and others I know who are water signs, have expressed interest in sexual and romantic scenarios involving water, which is what brings me to that conclusion about water signs being a factor.

     It doesn’t matter how he got wet. A guy being drenched in the rain is about the only time my kink for wetness gets turned on by a man being fully-clothed. His shirt clinging to his body showing definition of his body that would be a mystery to you on a sunny day. The day I started writing this was such a day in New York City where I saw so many cute guys with their dress shirts & T-shirts clinging to them. Therefore, it’s not hard to believe that my 10-minute walk from the WTC PATH Station to my day job had me searching for a comfort-zone because I had a hard-on for most of the walk.

A guy taking a shower is a sexy scene. Occasionally, I can get turned on by a wet T-shirt here. BUT don’t wear anything below the waist, and that includes underwear. I’ve taken showers with guys and although I’ve experienced it on a few occasions, everytime I step into a shower with a guy, I ALWAYS WANT HIM TO FUCK ME - HARD. I want to feel and hear those splashes of water from each time his wet groin slams into my wet ass.

Now we usually shower to get rid of sweat. For me, there’s no hurry. The only reason you may have to rush to the shower if you’re sweaty is because of the odor you might have picked up from the environment you were in before hand. Otherwise than that, I’m commanding him to take off his clothes, and get more drenched with sweat by putting in a workout on my ass.

The main body parts I yearn to feel when wet are the ass and dick. Me, loving a wet ass? That’s no surprise. But being that I’m not a size queen, you may be surprised to know that something like simple wetness makes me hunger for a guy’s cock. I love going down on a guy with a wet cock, be it hard or soft, and no matter why it’s wet - I want it in my mouth. It could be by the shower, sweat, piss, pre-cum, even pussy juice. And I’ve had a cock in my mouth wet by all of those things, but pussy juice. Well, if that bi-3-way or orgy I’m hoping for ever comes my way - it will be my lucky day.

     Once again, I’ll leave you with some pics to further your understanding of the latest edition of my “Getting Out The Kinks” series. Or may you have had it all along, and just didn’t realize it. Now you know. Enjoy.

Blame Dateline NBC? Blame Your Guilt-Ridden Brother!

I was skimming through the newspaper the other day, and came across something that makes me disgusted with our court system. I believe you have seen at one point or another that I try to come out to the defense and/or understand the underdog. With that in mind, it might not surprise you that I at one time considered becoming a lawyer. As I watched more news while getting older, I realized the American court system would have made my being an attorney be for naught. And it become obvious I made the right decision for myself recently.

A few short months ago some of you may have seen Dateline NBC had a “To Catch A Predator” episode that showed them closing in on a 56 year-old prosecutor with a 20-year law enforcement career for going online to try and solicit sex from a male minor, when the minor was in fact a decoy from the organization Perverted Justice. When the police came to prosecutor’s house to arrest him, the prosecutor shot himself in the head and died. Now, the prosecutor’s sister plans on suing NBC for $100,000,000.

My question is why is she allowed to file such blatant ignorance with our courts and waste taxpayers’ money?

This is why I chose not to be a lawyer. I would not have become a lawyer displaying my intellect and savvy for a court system that plays the biggest part of being an enabler of a crime like child molestation. Actually letting this woman waste taxpayers’ time and money to play the blame game for her brother’s child-damaging perversions.

After all, a move like this from her, gives us a deeper look into how this prosecutor was able to display sick behavior like this for so long. Maybe they’re from a family of abusers themselves or a well-to-do family. And in both cases, taking responsibility for the consequences of their bad actions is not something they usually know how to do. But whatever the case may be, no matter what wrong-doings our families do to us that can cause us to do some unseemly things later, we as adults have the innate responsibility of undoing that damage, so we don’t pass that suffering on to others in no way, shape, or form. And her brother in not taking that responsibility, ran from his rightful punishment and killed himself.

So what NBC aired the progress of the arrest? My feeling is and always has been, if you’re going to be ashamed being caught doing something, then you shouldn’t be doing it. Just as some people later wants to hide their past in porn, you should of thought of that before you did it. And so should that prosecutor showing himself to be the biggest hypocrite of all. Supposedly defending the welfare of the public he’s suppose to serve, yet he himself endangers the welfare of a child. I mean, he got caught because of a decoy this time, but how many times before was there when an actual minor’s welfare was endangered?

This may seem cold, but it is beyond honest. If this prosecutor’s sister wants someone to blame, then she should blame her dead brother for being unable to deal with the damage he would have caused to a youngster and/or the damage he has already caused. Even though what her brother was doing was appalling to say the least, I do wholeheartedly understand her grief. Yet she needs to get real. NBC’s cameras being present did not kill her brother. His guilt that he should have for what he did is what killed him.

In researching for this blog, I went to one website that lacked such humanity through journalism that I won’t even mention their name or address. In trying to say NBC sensationalized this incident, they actually compared this to the incident on “The Jenny Jones Show” about 12 years ago. The incident I’m talking about is when on her show she had same-sex crushes, and after the show the object of the crush shot and killed his admirer.

There is no comparison.

That incident was between 2 adults. Now, if the admirer actually knowingly outed the object of his affection on national TV, then (once again as it may seem cold, but beyond honest) I feel no sorrow for the admirer because he crossed a line. These boys that this prosecutor may have solicited sex from however, don’t have the full adult logic on their side that should tell them what lines not to cross. So although I don’t wish death upon anyone, since he was too cowardice to face his punishment, I look at that prosecutor’s self-inflicted gunshot wound as self-inflicted justice.

Tré By Tré - A Gallery Preview

     I don’t know how many of you know this, but some of the 1st photos for my website were taken by me. In fact, while most of those photos are gone from the site, some are still there. The background of some of my pages like the index, update, and galleries pages were taken and edited by me, as well as the 1st 2 pics in my Erotic gallery.

     I felt that 2 years later, that although I haven’t really changed my look, it was time for new photos. Now, I could have went the usual route of hiring a photographer, but 2 things made me say, “No”. For (1) that’s expensive; (2) I like designing and creating scenarios in drawings and writing (and according to many including some of you guys, I’m good at it), so I thought why not put those skills into photography; and (3) I wanted to be seen in a very specific variety of ways for my new photos. Therefore, with the skills to make it possible, why shouldn’t I do it myself?

     My 1st visit to Lucas Entertainment and Tyson Cane Videos came by way of those first photos I took myself. When asked who took the photos, my response was of course, “Me”. I didn’t think I was Herb Ritts or Joe Oppedisano, but I did think they were pretty good for an amateur photographer. I don’t know if he was just being polite, but Michael Lucas did seem to agree with me. Tyson Cane’s response however was, “They’re not very good.” And he even poked fun at the fact that I had to set the timer and jump in front of the camera to strike a pose, and get the shot. Which I’m sure you have to agree is a tactless move when you’re talking to a model that you know is just srtarting out. I could go deeper into what those words show about his psyche, but that would be getting off the topic. Therefore, in continuing, I made sure his words did not lessen my self-confidence in how good I could make these photos. With color editing that took less than 10 seconds per photo, and no abuse of make-up, so far I have gotten nothing but positive responses to my new photos. And that’s before I tell then that I’m the photographer. As was the case with the 2 photos of mine that I was autographing at Will Clark’s Bad Boys On The Hudson.

     I designed this gallery to have a gallery within the gallery. That is due to how a part of the gallery pays homage to some “1st’s” of mine. Those “1st’s” are companies that I have done some kind of work since assuming the “Tre Xavier” persona.

     I paid homage to:

     Fuse TV’s “Pants-Off Dance-Off”: My appearance on the 1st season of the show “Pants Off Dance Off” was my 1st appearance on any kind of mainstream television since assuming the persona of “Tre Xavier”. At the end of the taping on their dance routine, contestants like myself were given the bath towel that I’ll be wearing in the bathroom pics.

     Dark Alley Media: Although the main studio distributor of “69 Fuck Street” is Private Media, my being able to be a part of it was done by the production’s sub-contractor, Dark Alley Media. Therefore, they stand as the 1st and only company to date open-minded enough to offer me a porn video venture outside the ethnic-themed genre. And with Dark Alley Media in mind, one would know that leather is one of the fetishes that they display in some of their films. Therefore, me showing off my leather harness is a great symbolism to show my appreciation.

     Michael Lucas’ Dangerous Liaisons: I only have 1 1/2 pics for this tribute. So the above pic can be considered the half.  I would have elaborated more on the idea besides the other 1 whole photo, but I was only an no-name extra, unlike how I was for his production of “La Dolce Vita”. My stint as an extra in the final scene of “Michael Lucas’ Dangerous Liaisons” was my 1st time ever on the set of a porn film. I used it to see if the same kind of professionalism I’ve been able to experience on mainstream entertainement set could also exist on a porn set. And in New York, a Lucas Entertainment production was, and still is the only known place to go for an answer. So if you’ve seen the menu of the DVD and the photos featured in “Dangerous Liaisons”, you’ll notice TV sets made their way into quite a few shots. Hence the reason I used my TV set as a prop in a couple of my own pics. I even came up with a story idea involving TV sets when I pictured those pics in my head. And being that my story idea isn’t as typical as you might think, I’ll only reveal that story idea upon an agreement with a studio that I play one of the eager bottoms.

So I hope you like the gallery when it debuts this Wednesday, July 25th. 

My Interview For DList.com

Last Thursday evening, I did an interview for DList.com. Check out what my answers were to their at times sexy, and other times poignant questions.

http://news.dlist.com/2007/07/13/tre-xavier/

Although I was a bit nervous, I think I held my own.

What do you think?

July 4th MORNING Fireworks

     On July 3rd, I went out to 2 places. It was originally planned to be just one, which was a Special Sperm event at Big Lug, but at the last minute, I saw on my MySpace page a bulletin from Tommy G from Macho Mondays at Boysroom saying that he was having an event at Boysroom that night as well. Well, considering how lustful I am for Tommy G’s go-go boys, I figured if Big Lug turned out not to be enough, I would out Boysroom a little later. Which was no problem considering the fact that they were no more than 7 short blocks away from each other.

     As soon as I walked into Big Lug, I saw this hot go-go boy dancing on the bar showing his ass, so he got me horny as hell right away. I was planning on getting a drink at some point so I could have another reason to go to the bar besides tipping him so I could cop a feel of his ass. Never mind his dick and balls (which seemed to fill his jockstrap quite nicely), just that ass that he spread his legs apart on the bar to show how profoundly round his cheeks are. But believe it or not, I never got around to it. I had fun at Big Lug, and I probably would have had more if I had stayed, but I was in an insatiable mood to see more hot go-go boys, so I ventured over to Boysroom, and this is where the story gets more interesting.

     Just like Macho Mondays at Boysroom, Tommy G had go-go boys everywhere of all types - tall, short, slim, muscular, light, and dark. Whatever your type in Black and Latino men your eyes like to view, your taste would have been satisfied. I had a couple of them trying to get me to pay for a lap-dance out of me, and I was so tempted to say “Yes”. But I refrained. I did tip them though and copped a feel of their ass. Making up for what I didn’t do at Big Lug.

As the night went on, I just stood around checking out the scenery and all the hot guys that were patrons at the bar. One guy was dancing, and I’ve mentioned before, I LOVE GUYS WHO CAN DANCE. It gives me ideas of how rhythmic they are when fucking. I especially like it in a White American, because compared to Europeans, the number of White American guys that can actually dance gets me a bit disappointed sometimes. I will admit however, that some of those guys lacking rhythm have given me a fuck to remember.

I wasn’t sure but I thought he caught me checking him out, and that he was doing the same. Later on, I moved from where I was standing to avoid looking like a statue, and I wound up even closer to him. He was dancing with a female friend of his. At one point, he was quite close to me. While dancing, he turned in my direction and this time there was no doubt that he looked right at me. I just gave a shy smile, and buried my head. When I looked up again, he was still dancing then looked my way again. This time, he walked over to me, and started dancing with me. Within a minute, I found myself up against the wall feeling his body and him feeling mine. I was thinking, “How the hell did we wind up this close so fast?” He went to dance with his female friend, then came back to me again. This time he kissed me, and started feeling my ass. You know I only returned the favor. His ass was very nice might I add. He had such a sexual energy that engulfed me so much, he made me hungry more. “More” as in his dick. He opened his mouth, and with no insult to Americans, and I was not surprised to hear an European accent. He asked me my name, and I introduced myself with my real name. I asked him his and where he was from, and he turned out being from Germany. Hmmm, does this mean that Germans really do like Black men? Well, it did this night.

He wanted to come home with me. I wanted him to, but my place was still a mess from moving in. And when I say “mess”, I mean “MESS“. He said he was staying at his friend’s place with her Grandmother. So that was not an option. So he suggested that we walk his friend to the train station, and take it from there.  Along the way, I said to myself, ” You knew you were going to meet a hot guy tonight. So take him home. Why esle would you have just nicely made your bed before you left (but with mismatch sheets), and put a spare towel in the bathroom. So take him home. He won’t disturb anyone with his walking around because he’ll only be in your room. Especially since you don’t share a bathroom like your roommates. It’s all yours. So damnit man, let someone else finally shoot a load in your room besides you!”

And then some of this paragraph from “Quick Answers Because Time Flies” came into my head:

     In regards to my life in Jersey City. It’s nothing special. I didn’t say much before because all I did was sleep in the place. Instead of live like I plan on doing in my new place. I had a roommate before, and now I have 2 roommates. Before I had no overnight guest over, mainly because my roommate didn’t have overnight guest. And he had every right to, because he owned the place. This time, my roommate are just tenants like me, and I’m actually decorating my room (as well as its a prvate bathroom) with the intent to have some action on a few occasions.

So before he got his friend to the train station, I agreed to let him come home with me. After we got her on the train, we walk another couple of blocks to the PATH train. En route to the PATH, he asked me my age. And as always, I had no shame in saying 36. He looked at me in shock, so I returned the question.

Talk about robbing the cradle! The reason he was so shocked was because his sweet self complimenting me on how I didn’t look like I was even in my 30’s, was only 20 years old going on 21 himself. He was 15 years younger than me.

We hopped on the PATH, then took the 15 minute walk to my place. Although, I did offer a cab ride first. Instead, he opted to enjoy the scenery of the sky being colored by the sun just coming up being that it was about 5 AM on the morning of July 4th. At one point, right in the middle of our walk down a block, he stopped to kiss me. We had no real fear because no one was out there. Just a car passing here and there really.

We got to my place, and I told him to wait in my hall for a couple of minutes. I ran in real quick to make a path for him to walk to the bathroom when he needed to. You see, any one who has lived in the middle of a self-induced mess for any length of time knows how to manuevers themselves around the mess, but a guest would trip over it on their 1st step. So once I let him in, IT WAS ON.

     We got undressed, and just as I predicted - he was UNCUT. I love playing with foreskin when I’m giving a blowjob, or jerking a guy off. So he had 3 things going for him - rhythm, great ass, and an uncut cock. An uncut cock that reveal a nice smooth head that I so enjoyed sucking on. And licking his frenulum making his muscles in his dick contract so that I thought I was going to make him cum in my mouth. Which would be a bad thing, but he had fucked me yet. During the first fuck, at one point he thought he came. He said that never happened to him before. That had me wondering “what did I do to this guy?” Especially since I was laying on my stomach. But I did contract my ass every once and awhile to squeeze his cock. Every time I do that to a guy, they tell me to stop, because it makes them so close to cumming. So he pulled out, and realized he didn’t come after all. He only had the orgasm, but no ejaculation. So we then started jerking off, and he was wondering if I wanted him to cum on me. I told him, “Fuck yeah!”

And I got just what I asked for. His cum load was worthy of porn stardom. I have never gotten a cumbath like that before in my life. His jizz shot so far and so much, it was all over my chest, then the end of it went on my stomach.

By the way, YES - I did say “the 1st fuck”, because we shot our loads twice from fucking then jerking off, and a 3rd load from only jerking off.

We then showered, got dressed and he went to his friend’s place, and I went to visit my Mom in Brooklyn.

When we were in the bathroom together, I couldn’t help but consider having him fuck me there. In either, the shower or him bending me over my bathroom counter and watching the expression on our faces in the mirror while he fucks my ass. The same way Sergio Anthony did while getting pounded by Jack Ryan in “RAW“. I guess I’ll save that scenario for someone else.

     So at long last, there was some sexual fireworks going off in my place between me and someone else. And on the morning of July 4th of all days. Who would have thunk it?

Mason Wyler Doppelganger

     A couple of summers ago, one of my Friday night spots was Area 10019 at Opaline. I went there one Friday, and just when I went down in the basement where they were playing Pop and R & B, I got approached in less than 10 minutes. The guy had brown hair, a little husky, and was kind of cute. He came over and said, “hi”. He asked if I was having fun. I told him I just got there. He asked where I was from. I told him I was from Brooklyn, and how I was a rare breed being a native New Yorker. He said he was from Kentucky. We then exchanged names. We stood around saying nothing for about 5 minutes, then this well-built blond came over to him, and started talking to him. I couldn’t hear what they were saying with the music blasting, but I noticed the brown-haired one looked over at me, then the blond looking at me. The blond then came over, and we then started talking. Next thing I knew, we were dancing. He started holding me. I started holding him. His hand slipped down to feel my ass. And being the ass-man I have constantly confessed to being, you know I copped a feel of his juicy butt.

It isn’t new to me to talk to one guy, then wind up with his friend. I met the first guy I dated after coming out that same way. I talking to his friend, his friend disappeared, then he moved in for the kill (so to speak). So this night was going the same way. Me and the blond went everywhere together that night. The bar, the bathroom, and made out a little bit on the roof. Without the music blaring, I was really able to take notice of his voice and the sexy Southern drawl that came with it. My initial dirty thought about getting laid by him was that I was going to have some KFC tonight throbbing in my mouth and ass. KFC in this case standing for “Kentucky Fried Cock”.

It has always been a fantasy of mine to maybe vacation in the South, and hook up with a cowboy, ranch-hand or farm-hand. Let him take me into a barn or the stables. Get naked and lay down a blanket or our clothes out on some hay. And let him ride my ass with all the vigor he would use to ride a buckin’ bronco. So with the blond, I may not be getting the ride on real hay, but I was anticipating the same vigor in the bed of his hotel room that he took me too later.

The first time I recall seeing Mason Wyler was on CorbinFisher.com about a year ago. He was a top fucking Logan. I loved his body, and the fact that he moaned right along with Logan. That was such a turn-on because for some reason, in gay and straight porn most American men are quiet while they’re fucking, and that works my nerves so fucking much. European men seem to share my sentiment. That sentiment being - if you like that hole, make a sound to show that you like how it wraps around your cock. My few American partners probably wished I would’ve shut the fuck up, because if I’m my usual bottom self, I tell him repeatedly how much I love his cock in me, and when I top, I tell him how good his ass makes me feel, and kiss him repeatedly for having an ass that feels so good. So Mason Wyler as a top, is that rare American top that I like. Too bad that since then I’ve only heard of him as a bottom.

The reason I brought up Mason Wyler is because when I first saw Mason Wyler, I thought he looked like someone met before. And he did, he looked like the Southern blond from Area 10019 @ Opaline. I know I’ve mentioned this theory before, but since I’ve come to realize that people who look alike tend to act alike, I come to theorize as to whether or not people who look alike tend to fuck alike. Well, from what I see of Mason Wyler in his movies, and how the Southern blond was with me, I may be on to something.

When me and the blond started making out in his hotel room, before our clothes were completely off, he was moaning so much I thought he was going to shoot a load before he got to fuck me. And that would not have been a good thing. He was actually sharing his hotel room with a friend, who came and interrupted us while we were naked under the covers. So we then took our playtime into the bathroom. He wanted me to fuck him, but at the time I was not as versatile as I am now. But with the nice ass he had like Mason Wyler, if I could turn back time, I would go back and pound that ass to make it shake like jelly. But instead, my ass got pounded to shake like jelly, and he was so loud while fucking me in that bathroom, I was sure his friend could hear us, no matter how asleep he was supposed to be. Loud, (once again) just like his look-alike Mason Wyler.

I obviously so enjoyed that fuck that I can remember so many of the details from how it came to be to the act itself 2 years later. What shocks me most of all is that for the life of me, I can’t remember that blond’s name. And good fucks like him, I usually remember their names for a long time.

With all the evidence from that experience, do you think I solved the mystery as to whether or not people who look alike fuck alike. If I have, then here’s to Mason Wyler - May you top more often in your movies, because the evidence to support my theory shows that you have a cock that is definitely worthy of praise.

I Was A REAL Bad Boy On The Hudson

     Sunday night was my 2nd year performing at Will Clark’s Bad Boys On The Hudson Sea Tea. To all of you who live in or near New York City, and showed up, I’m sure I speak for Will Clark, The Anti-Violence Project (the beneficiary of the event), and myself when I say, THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH. And a Special Thanks from me goes out to J. Travis of NY Health & Racquet Club for the guest passes, you’re a life saver.

     The event started off with the selling of raffle tickets to win a gift from one of us Pornstars. Each Pornstar was paired with an AVP Volunteer. I was trying to decide whether to pair myself with a male or female volunteer. I chose one of the cute male volunteers. Considering the event, I was in a “flirt with boys” mode, so having a cute guy at my side helped motivate that mode. Last year, there were more Pornstars to the point that for selling the raffle tickets, we were match 2 Pornstars & 1 AVP Volunteer. That time, I was matched with a female volunteer and one of my “69 Fuck Street” scene partners, Duke Rivers. And with Duke Rivers’ having such an outgoing personality, all I had to do really was be eye candy. This year was so different because it turned out both me and the AVP Volunteer were shy guys. We were both nervous as hell at selling, but we got a rhythm going with it that worked pretty quickly, so it got much easier to approach people and make a pitch very soon after we started. The raffle ticket prices were 1 for $1, 6 for $5, tickets measuring from guest’s crotch to the floor for $10, and tickets measuring from Pornstar crotch to the floor for $20. Imagine how much more the combined shyness of me and the AVP Volunteer got put aside when our 1st 2 sales were for the $20 deal. Yes, 2 guys in a group opted to buy tickets measuring from my crotch to the floor. If you guys are reading this, THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!

     Now, what everyone really came on the cruise for was the burlesque show. If that’s what you want to call it? We performers got each other quite motivated before we each went