Monday, March 29, 2010

Suck & Tell Tale With A Hookie Winner

Recently, I went to the website NakedFuel, and saw that they had a familiar face on their site. They featured a post about's Hookie Award-winner for Best Newcomer, Jay. His pics had me do a flashback because Jay is familiar to me. You see, I’ve seen that monster cock of his up-close.

Now, I'm sure Jay doesn't remember what I'm about to tell you because it was so long ago. For me however, when you already have (reasons why I'm proudly single like) a memory as tight as a drum, AND being as picky as I am, events like this are ones you don't forget for years, maybe even decades to come. Which works well for you because I'm sure you're wondering how the privilege of such close inspection of Jay's dick ever came about. Well, you know by now that I kiss and tell a great deal on this blog, or in this case, suck and tell.

A few years ago Jay was go-go dancing at one of Daniel Nardicio's underwear parties in the East Village. He got off the bar, walked towards the back, and the guys were all over him, and he didn’t seem to mind getting felt up, and guys touching his dick and acting like they were going to suck it. I thought to myself, “Here goes American sexual repression at its finest again. The man is rock-hard because he needs a release. These guys need to stop dilly-dallying with the man's cock. If none of these guys are going to try and suck it, then I will at least try. If he turns me down, I'll take it like a man and move on”.

Well, I gave it a try and went for it, my surprise, HE LET ME.

With it right in front of my face, I realized that it was bigger than I thought. It was so big that I felt my mouth stretching to accomodate its thickness. And I must have done a good job. Because while another guy came along and started sucking on him, I was standing there off on the side watching. Jay looked over and saw me, motioned his head, and mouthed the words, “Come over here.”

I would be a fool to say that I turned him down, and I am no fool. So I immediately became the envy of many by getting another go at his cock, especially because it was by his request.

Looking back on this, I realized this is quite awhile before I myself became aware of how good I am at giving a blowjob. Based on Jay's reaction, I've been exceptional at it for quite some time, but like with most things, practice makes you go from "exceptional" to "phenomenal".

So now I'm leaving you today with the thought and fantasy I'm left with....if he found me to be that good at cocksucking back then, how good would he find me now? Hmmmm.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

My Right Alternative To Rites XXXI

Instead of going to The Black Party, I had a nice sleep Saturday night through Sunday morning to reserve unleashing my horniness at the NYJP/GBU Party taking place after The Black Party. So how did that work out for me, you ask? Here's the story.

It started at 3 PM, and I wanted to get there before 4. Instead, I got there before 5. It turned out not being a bad move, because when I first walked in, there weren't alot of guy and not much was going on. Pretty boys annoy the fuck out of my with waiting so long to get shit started. I mean it was almost 2 hours after the party started when I arrived. So when within a half-hour after my arrival, there was action and guys all over the place, I thought it was about fuckin' time. Things didn't start for me right away. I started out as a bottom, with a cute Latino fucking me. Before my next fuck, I seemed to be one guy that many wanted to get a blowjob from, but being me, just putting your cock in my face DID NOT guarantee you a blowjob, so I left some guys wanting what they couldn't have - a sample of the mind-blowing journey a blowjob from me can take you on.

I had a couple of reunions there.
One of them was with the stud I was playing with in "Sex Party Etiquette: Don't Interrupt". I haven't seen him since that night, and I have been hoping to run into him. Some would consider him a twink, but he's sexy and slim with a cock that grows to fill my mouth quite well. After taking turns going down on each other, I couldn't take it anymore....I need that cock in my ass. So I asked him if he wanted to fuck me, and he did. I assumed the position of doggy-style on a chair, and he fucked my ass. And this fuck was even better than the last time. But there is obviously something about our sexual energies joining that makes people crave to be a part of our sex so much that they go nuts, because we got interrupted AGAIN. This time, it was him who lost his hard-on. Maybe we need to meet up at a sex club or party that has a cage we can lock ourselves into to avoid the interruptions.

The other reunion was with a muscular blond I haven't seen in awhile. We met at the sex club Paddles some time ago, where we got a lot of attention from our being about the same height, but my smaller frame topping his more muscular one. I gave him my info, and he actually found me on Manhunt, which I rarely use. And because of that rare usage, we weren't in touch very often. The way we met at the NYJP/GBU Party was because I saw him and thought he looked familiar. I put that thought aside, and we started making out. I then put a condom on him, lubed up his dick and my hole, sat him down on a chair, and then straddled him. I put his hard cock in my ass, and rode the hell out of him. I don't think I saw anyone using that chair as reins the way I did. I couldn't help it! We have a sexual connection that's just mind-blowing!

He realized who I was once he asked me my name, and I recognized him once I saw his boyish smile. He asked me if I went to the Black Party, and I told him that I didn't. His reply was, "You didn't miss much."

This sexy blond was not the only one giving me such a report. Another hottie who fucked me sometime back at Paddles gave a full report on his blog that proved to me (with the exception of eating and fucking that ass) how little I missed.

A new hot guy I met at the NYJP/GBU Party also gave me the same kind of update. He thanked Mayor Bloomberg for the toned down sexuality. Which explains why the NYJP/GBU Party was so crowded. Guys were coming there for the sex they couldn't get at The Black Party because of the mess made of the play areas. So at the rate I'm getting complaints on this chaotic set-up for this year's Black Party, it's not much of a consideration on my "to do" list for next year.

But back to this new hottie.
He was from San Francisco visiting NYC with his partner for The Black Party. We just happened to come face to face, liked what we saw, then checked out each others' bodies, and liked what we saw even more. This guy's body was AMAZING. Pecs, tight abs, nice ass, great muscle tone to his legs. We fooled around together. And I did the unthinkable----I fucked him in a sling. After my appearance in Forbidden Funk Media's "B.L.A.K (Bruthas Live And Kinky)", and experiencing the limitation it put on my natural aggression, I thought I would never have sex using a sling again, as neither a top or a bottom.
But I broke my rule because this sexy guy wanted to have the experience. I admit as a top you are allowed some aggression by fucking in a sling, but I like to experience my bottom showing he likes it in ways besides moaning. Grab me! Spank my ass! In a sling, your bottom can't do that, which is why a sling looses its luster for me pretty fast.

We fooled around some more. Went over to where everyone else was, then play with other people. He got fucked by a muscular Latino, and I wound up riding a HOT Black guy's cock. While riding the Black guy's cock, a muscular guy that I often see at NYJP tried to give me my long desired Double Penetration. Well for whatever reason, no such luck. Even though the Black guy's thick dick was quite snug into my tight hole, I do believe that I was relaxed enough to allow it.

After that me and my new hottie got back together, and stayed to the very end of the party. We left together and hung outside for a bit. My original plan as my after party was to go to The Cock for their post-Black Party event. BUT I got a better offer when this new hottie invited me back to his hotel room. So we continued our fun there with me ending my night as a top on his sweet hole, and as a masseur.

I also found out his age. Imagine my surprise to discover that this year he turns 49. Now, as often as I've talked about American males letting themselves go as they get older, this is one of the cases where if I found an older American guy like this, then he stands a chance of getting me for a night (like this one did). And because he takes care of himself, he makes himself a contender of getting me for life. Too bad for me that this guy is already partnered.

Well, that was my Black Party alternative. I saved a great deal of money, and still got some hot sex to report for that weekend. Now, I'm looking to see what hot sex I can report for my birthday week.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Gimme Sex On 31 For 39

As March 31st comes closer, I'm thinking more and more about some of the things I would like for a birthday present. Well, a job offer to do one of the many artistic things I love to do would be nice, because those 7 years as a Mail Clerk at Kenyon & Kenyon LLP were really starting to piss me off. OR a nice boyfriend, because the guy I was recently seeing quickly showed himself to be another emotionally unstable lazy ass. Those things are no so far-fetched, but a bit out of reach at the moment, so in the meantime, let me focus on something more accessible, and more SEX.

Let's face it, sex is very accessible. Many of us have phone numbers of guys and girls who are often ready, willing, and able to give us some ass when we want it. And like practically any male animal, I want some crazy hot sweet sweaty sex for my birthday.

That's right, I said it!

What man doesn't want getting laid as one of their birthday presents? Now, don't be so shocked that I once again spoke aloud the truth that you're thinking in silence. Because as I get older, I seem to be getting bolder.

Anyone who knows me personally and reads this blog are well aware that there are many possible ways to sexually please me for my birthday.But here are a few suggestions:

1)Someone can hook-up a get together where that double penetration I've been craving (and almost had at the NYJP/GBU party) will finally come to fruition;
2)A bisexual 3-way;
3)Someone will surprise me with an ethnically diverse group of studs to make me a bottom in an international gangbang. Now, if someone sets that one up, be sure to bring a camera so we can be the ones to bring back a time when porno movies were actually worth buying.

If by some chance nothing happens on March 31st when I hit 39 years young, I do know that I'll be getting some the day after my birthday since there is an NY Jock Party happening April 1st that I plan to attend. Plus, I'll be getting in for 1/2 price since that is their rule for parties if they fall on the day before, of, or after your birthday ----Yippee!!!! So I know that night I'll either be making up for what I missed on my birthday, or taking my sex drive into extra innings....and outings. Maybe I can have my international gangbang there starting with the clothes-check guy and the bartender.

And yes, come 2:57 AM Wednesday morning, I will be 39. Now look what a life without abusing drugs can do for you. Because as you can see I'm walking down a road that will have me with the looks and sexual energy bound to make me become a young-looking, dirty old man....and I LOVE IT!!!!

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Seeking The Silver In The TIM Dim Cloud

At the end of February, I was attempting to make a brief return to porn. The studio was Treasure Island Media where in one email  to describe the shoot said they were "treating it like a paid audition" with a group of 5 or 6 guys who were all versatile and ready, willing and able to flip-fuck - and it was a total bust. I can't speak for the others, but for me, I could not perform with someone's body odor reeking in the room. Especially when we were instructed to wear deodorant. As far as I knew, this was not supposed to be a bear shoot where stench is looked upon as a badge of honor. Yet instead of the director telling the person with the body odor to either "hit the showers, or hit the road", we all had to try to endure that stench, which intensified as the heat in a hotel room rose because of NO AIR CONDITIONING.

This is why if I make an official return to porn, I'm sticking to my rule of knowing my scene partner beforehand, because I let that rule slide once since making it, and look what happens! Had I known this guy would be there I would have probably bailed on the idea of working with him, because I've worked with that guy before at a live appearance, and seen him at parties, and body odor was something I experienced EVERYTIME while being near him. I would go into greater detail about this, but that's not the main idea of this post. That was the bad part of the backstory that I thought would lead to the good part of that day.

The good that I thought came of it was when me and one of the other guys on the set,  Aandré hit it off - from the moment we saw each other. As soon as he saw me, he started making out with me, and I wasn't going to complain, because I felt the magnetism as well.

Being the shy guy that I am, before the attempt at shooting began, we were exchanging glances, and once the shooting began, we were not only the 1st to fuck, but the 1st to flip-fuck. However, as I mentioned before, the smelly guy's body odor was killing my hard-on. Once the director ended the shoot, Aandré invited me back to his place to pick up where we left off on the set.

We did pick up where we left off. That night, the sex was HOT AS FUCK. But we didn't get to the sex right away that night. We talked - alot, and this became our way everyday that week. We grew so close, so fast that I wound up living there for practically a whole week. This led me to feel that this was the silver lining in the dark cloud that was the Treasure Island shoot.

In those talks, he revealed to me that he was an escort, and has been for some time. He also revealed that he didn't want to do it much more if he was to be with me, and I was open to trying a relationship, be it monogamous or open. I must admit to having more misgivngs about dating an escort than I would a porn actor. It's because as I've stated repeatedly about the difference between the 2 sex occupations. Porn actors are supposed to have an attraction to their scene partners, while escorts don't have to, which actually makes it that much more of a mental strain on them. This furthers their need to be detached, which is unhealthy for the mind and body. Now for an entire week and a half, Aandré made it clear he wanted to be attached to me instead. So much so that he didn't even want to see any of my movie scenes, and I was willing to be with him while he continued escorting.

What happened in that week and a half?
Aandré had a call with a client. The moment that happened Aandré's upbeat mood did a complete 180 degree change, with all desires for his future that he conveyed to me dying in that moment, and yet to be resurrected. So in short, me and Aandré only lasted 10 days. An intense 10 days, but only 10 days nonetheless. 10 days that made me feel that the dark cloud that was the Treasure Island shoot broke the rule of how "every dark cloud has a silver lining". For this cloud now seemed to have none.

You would think this would make me heartbroken, but the truth is I'm more disappointed. And above all disgusted by his presence for wasting my time. For while I try to look at every one as an individual, between my failed hook-up with Jason White and now a failed romance with Aandré, I'm starting to re-think looking at escorts as individuals, and say that they are all cut from the same cloth - the dirty cloth of empty emotions.

That cloth I speak of is that of how there is something in an escort's life that they are not dealing with - an emotional wall that they refuse (and in some cases, are too cowardly) to take down. The misfortune is when they bring this mindset into a relationship, platonic or romantic. They're emotionally detached people who can only appear to thrive when they are amongst others who also live a life of detaching themselves. All other people are kept at a distance, and anyone in the mental health field will tell you, this is a self-destructive life.

To explain to me one of the reasons he escorts, Aandré once said, "It allows me to treat people like shit, because I can't treat you like shit."

I'm not being sarcastic in saying this, but I would hope that a good psychiatrist would ask him the same question I was too shocked to ask him at the time in response to that statement. That question being----What in your life (namely your past) would make you purposely take a job that makes you treat people like shit?

Therefore, while André said to me that he's not boyfriend material because of his escorting, I'm realizing NO ESCORT IS BOYFRIEND MATERIAL. For to knowingly take a job that makes you treat people like shit, because the johns treat you like shit makes you treat others like shit that you claim to love and/or care for. So you make yourself part of an ugly cycle of disrespectful behavior. The sad thing about Aandré is that he's been escorting for almost 20 years. I say this to point out, he's not getting any younger, so when is he going to take himself out of that ugly cycle and make himself not only boyfriend material - but emotionally attainable. He needs to man-up and deal with his issues of his past. And my loyal readers know that I practice what I preach by saying this, just as I documented on this blog my overcoming my racism towards other Black men, among other things.

In response to Aandré saying that he's not "boyfriend material". I told him that just the fact that he can say that shows that he has the potential to change it, but he's just too lazy to do the work on himself to make that needed change happen. And because he won't make that change, Aandré, other escorts, and the many who live such detached lives as well are all destined for loneliness that includes drug use (prescription and/or illegal) to escape the pain of that loneliness.

At this point, I have a life worth living to proceed with, and I don't, can't and won't care beyond writing this post to show my concern. Any other action holds me back to progressing just like Aandré is doing to himself right now by being in this escorting "game", especially at his age. So Aandré's 180 degree turn has now justifiably sparked my 180 turn in my empathy.

I was hoping that maybe I could take Aandré along on my journey of growing with me, but he is now just another existence who let me down. Because of his emotional instability, he's another Danny. Luckily, while Danny took years for me to realize I was wasting my time, I used that as a lesson. Hence why with Aandré, it was less than 2 weeks.

So as you can see, nothing good came of that day. Lousy protocol for a porn shoot, and I left with a lousy excuse for a man.

Or did some good come of it after all?

Maybe, just maybe some guy escorting will stop being in denial and realize that they are living the life of detachment by reading this post they'll see the sadness that is Aandré mirrored in their own life. Maybe this post will make them realize how contemptuous they are making their existence to be to where no one of value will want them, and they will man-up, and start the hard work and face the trials to make themselves worthy of someone of value.

If this is the silver lining in this dark cloud, even with the aggravation fate put me through to expose it....I say THANK GOD FOR IT.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Peppermint's "Excuse My Beauty"

Destiny must have known!

Another one of the non-porn projects I was involved in before deciding to officially retire from porn has come to light. First released was Empulse's video for "Fight The People (With Love)", now comes me being one of the extras in Peppermint's video for the single, "Excuse My Beauty". I'm actually the guy at the front of the line in  the beginning of the video.

That long trenchcoat that I'm wearing has become famous to the point that I've been called either "Neo", "Morpheus", or "Blade". It also had Jeff, one of the coat-check guys at The Cock once say to me, "Some people you know by their drink. You, I know by your coat."

With that in mind, anyone who knows that coat will notice me - but if you blink, you'll miss me.

For such a small part, I was present to see a great deal of this video being filmed. Along with standing outside HK Lounge where I was a wanna-be party-goer, I was also origanlly at Splash Bar seeing the dancers start in tuxedos, then ending in street clothes,
and seeing the girls hating on Peppermint,

 - I was there to see all of that. So being as interested in the inner-workings of things as I am, it's interesting to see how all that I saw that day finally came together.

So what's next for me to pop up in? With me, you never know ;-)

Thursday, March 18, 2010

NYC Gay Parties...Over- and Under-

As I've tried to overcome my indecisiveness about going to The Black Party, I finally came to a decision....

...I am NOT going to The Black Party.

My decision came to me while talking my friend Anthony's ear off (again) about my indecisiveness. Then he mentioned how a lot of people he talked to weren't going. While the main reason for their stand was not the same as the racial issue I addressed in "Rites XXXI: Right Choices For Me?", the reasons they mentioned was one I was also considering ----the price.

I mean what are YOU getting for all that money? You still have to pay for drinks. You still have to pay for clothes check. You're still getting sex which you can get at a sex party that has open-bar and $1 clothes check that you pay anywhere from $20 - $40 for (which is where I'll be going). So in short, to answer my own question, what you're getting more is....NOT A GODDAMN THING. In fact, you're getting less.

In that conversation with my friend Anthony, we also realized that New York City overcharges for many of its parties in gay nightlife. So everyone ends up being overcharged, if you're not a racist pig, you will find the parties over-light, therefore you'll find people of a darker complexion or certain ethnicty to have the beauty of who they are under-appreciated.

If you are going to The Black Party, be safe, have fun, and keep what I've say here in your head so that you make a better decison in the future.

And if you're one of the NYC gay nightlife promoters (be it The Black Party or any other gay party), then take heed of what I'm saying here, so I don't have to be this brutally honest again. Because you may think I enjoy calling you people out on your greed and racism, but the truth is that I want us to love and mix each others' cultures and colors in all that we do, so I don't enjoy this. So until you catch up to the high level of thinking as those who share my desire for togetherness, I must take this stand.

If I decided to go to The Black Party, I would only be going to see if my suspicions of "overcharged, over-light performers, and under-appreciated races" were correct, and I don't feel confirming myself as being correct is worth $95 -$150 out of my pocket. So after taking all these things into account, I feel a great deal of solace with my decision to not go. My decision makes me no longer have to worry about whether or not I'm being a hypocrite and betraying my stand against the racism of NYC gay party promoters. So once my decision was made, I realized I wasn't.

For the serenity I now feel over my decision, this is not an angry post. I am doing what I have always done with my blog - not call it like I see, but call it like it is.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

New Tyson Tirade (Insert Laugh Here)

Some time ago, you may remember my post, "Tyson Cane ...REVIVAL?". Well, while I haven't said much about it since, there was a fallout stemming from it by Tyson Cane. My original intent was to keep this whole thing private and not display it online. However, after my last post about Paris a.k.a Joseph Nash, and how I met Paris doing a Tyson Cane video, while writing that fun piece I kept having flashbacks to this email from Tyson Cane's that followed "Tyson Cane ...REVIVAL?", and how it made me laugh hysterically. So I thought I should share that laughter with you guys.

First off, Tyson Cane didn't send me this email to my regular email address. He decided to track me down on Facebook instead and send me an email there. I copied and pasted the email which reads as follows:

Tyson Cane January 12 at 1:45pm Report
 You have been talking about me since 2007. NOW my TURN you think we are going to do this online and that's it LEON NO NO NO! You think you are such a big man well you are OLDER then me way OLDER then me you think you worked for me when you were in your 20's what are you talking about. Not only did i give you the first movie, you forgot to say i gave you the second movie company as well PIT BULL you know this because i asked if it was ok to to give PAT your info and you said thank you how dare you talk about me since 2007 i had my asst. compline everything you said about me i am not MAD i am VERY MAD. You think i am afraid of you starting a company where is your company BITCH LEON, Pat your self on your back for WHAT you have a company i need to see you have produced a movie other then be in one so cheaply Did you know i paid you less then any other model in my 10 plus years in the industry. You are so stupid it is Funny i told Pit Bull too pay you well and your response to me is talk negativity about me YOU BITCH LEON. My Turn but if you where such a big why didn't you just talk to me instead of online like some kind of SCARED BITCH LEON. MY Lawyers are going over every word you posted like some kind of scared little kid and they are planning on suing you for defamation of character one of the hardest thing to sue for but you made it so easy. I do not want to do that you have nothing i want no money etc. How is the POST OFFICE doing?
I wonder if they know you DO PORN and i wonder if they would like a person of your character going through our mail i have problem with that. Maybe i should talk my post master friend about you when i fell like it or when i wake up on the wrong side of the bed. That is not very nice

My reply was brief and to the point. It reads:
Tré Xavier January 12 at 2:09 PM
I only skimmed over this email because in the little bit of it that I entertained, nothing has changed about you. You create tales in your mind displaying your delusions of grandeur, and you still write with many spelling and grammatical errors. These acts are acts that I no longer have to try and cope with because you no longer have such a place in my life where I should spend my valuable time trying to do so. So it would be in your best interest if you were to keep your distance from me, online or otherwise. Thank you.

L***** a.k.a. Tré Xavier
As I said in the email, I didn't read it thoroughly. I actually was so amused by it because of his obvious illiteracy while trying to call me out, that I forwarded it to a few friends, and when they replied to me, THEN I noticed more things that he said that I didn't see from skimming it over. None of it made the email any more harmful - to me anyway. However, he did a doozy in damaging his own image - even more than he already has.
First of all, the 1st reply from all of my friends after reading his email, be their reply by phone or email was, "Who in the hell is LEON?!"
You see, my legal name does start with an L, but it is not a common L-name like "Leon". Maybe it's like a friend of mine said that Tyson Cane may have me confused with someone else. Even if such was the case, my picture is there on my Facebook profile clear as day ----so get a fuckin' clue!
Second, ONCE AGAIN, spelling and grammatical errors aplenty. I admit that I may have some on this blog here and there, but they are never as many or immediately obvious as his. So why should I take any thing he says to me seriously when he comes off as the stereotypical guy who got into porn due to lack of a simple education. Hence, an additional reason for my laughter.

Next source of my laughter is the fact that my 2nd movie was NOT with Pitbull, but "69 Fuck Street" with Private Man-Size with Dark Alley Media as a subsidiary. My later-formed alliance with Pitbull Productions had NOTHING to do with Tyson Cane, but by way of photographer Charles Hovland of
Finally, adding to my laughter is one of the things I overlooked but my friends pointed out to me. He says that his lawyers are going over every word in my blog entries so he can sue me for Defamation of Character. He already states that it's one of the hardest things to prove, yet I "made it so easy".
Did I really make it so easy for him? OR was he his own worst enemy by him making it easy to get his case thrown out?
You see for once, Tyson Cane made a correct statement. Defamation of Character is difficult to prove. However, all I did is what anyone else does when they tell of a situation. In every posts where I mentioned something that he (or anybody else) said, I told what he said, and made an assessment of what that says about his character or lack thereof. He however shot himself in the foot by threatening to tell my supposed job that I was doing porn. I say "supposed job" because I never worked for the US Postal Service, but as a Mail Clerk in a law firm. And even though he had the wrong job in mind, his threatening my employment by exposing something I'm free to do on my free-time destroys the validity of whatever case he would have tried to get into court.

Now, with everything from his tracking me down on Facebook after I specifically said in a previous email to not contact me, to his threatening my supposed job, if I wanted to be catty, I could have him blocked, cited for harassment, and maybe even all together deleted from Facebook. But I have better things to do with my time. So I will take the stand of a man, and not lower myself to the petty ways that makes one (be he gay, straight, or bi) a faggot.

With all that I pointed out, if he was smart, he wouldn't dare want to make this go beyond the internet. But then again, we are talking about Tyson Cane.

And he claims that he's not MAD, but VERY MAD. So I guess he believes that I'm supposed to be not SCARED, but VERY SCARED.

Look at this fool...
....Now you see why I have to close by saying ----MOTHER FUCKA, PLEASE! HA HA HA HAAAAAA!!!!

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Write That Down #13

I have often said here the words "nigger" and "faggot" using both of them in a negative light. The reason for my using them can be explained in my next quote for my "Write That Down" category:

Just as Chris Rock once said in a comedy special, "There are Black folks, and there are niggers", I agree and add that there are gay men, and there are faggots. The 1st in both cases are great to be. However, the latter in both cases are actually one and the same---blights on humanity.

For this reason, I don't take well to being called "nigger" or with the friendly hip-hop meaning and spelling "nigga", NOR do I condone being referred to as "faggot" by another homosexual. I've heard many a gay party host say the word as a greeting, and I don't approve. In fact, I usually give them a glare and lackluster clap to show my disapproval.

Now to that person who once criticized me in the comments of how I shouldn't be using those words. First of all, this is MY blog, and if I use a negative word in a negative light, unless I make a statement that one can give undeniable proof that I am incorrect, then you need to shut the fuck up, and know your place.

While I'm being a bit serious right now, I'm going to make you LAUGH tomorrow while I'll be using one of those words again. Until then....

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Rites XXXI - Right Choices For Me?

Back in October, you may recall that I took a stand in which I openly boycotted's Hustlaball NY. With the fear that the same reasons may also be seen at The Black Party, I have been deliberating for the longest as to whether or not I should go.

In addition to the fact that Saint At Large (who is behind The Black Party) supports LGBT causes, what is working in favor of me going to The Black Party is that it actually does deliver on the heat and release you anticipate, while Hustlaball NY is a bad imitation. Now while benefitting a good cause does go a long way with me, to limit displaying the wide color spectrum and fit physiques within the gay community, yet wanting the money of all doesn't go well with me at all. Hence my dilemma.

So with those points in mind, if I decide to go to The Black Party, I need to decide on what to wear. I have some ideas, and I wanted to run them by you guys.

Choice #1: Me wearing the Boyfriend from Koala Swim(pics 1 & 2) and covering my cock with the sling from Vizeau (pic 3).

Choice #2:  Me wearing a thong by Prevail Sport similar to the one in this pic to your right. It also has a black line down the middle, but instead of that multi-color design - it's brown leatherette. I think the brown will give an immediate thought that I'm walking around practically naked, but if you look closely, you'll see that I'm being me - a tease. And due to the fact that I've practically never wore it (except to 1 or 2 go-go dancing gigs), this is my most likely choice - with some nicely added accesory.

Now don't act surprised. After all, this is The Black Party, and we are talking about me here. Do you really think that I plan to wear much clothing if I decide to go? And the best part is that if I don't go to the Black Party, I can still wear my outfit of choice to a good sex party before or after.

 So if I decide to go and you see me in any of those choices, don't be afraid to say "HI". And if you're my type of hottie, we may have to excuse ourselves from the dancefloor.

So what should I do, guys? Should I put my aforementioned feelings aside and take a chance on The Black Party? And if so, which outfit do you want to see me in?

A friend on Facebook said I should wear my birthday suit. And to that I say----Alan, I most likely would get to that point sometime during the festivities, but I must keep my admirers growing in anticapation and "length" before I put on such a show ;-)

Monday, March 8, 2010

In Lust With....Paris

I have for some time now been wanting a Black model or porn actor to write about for my "In Lust With" category, but there were certain things that I'm looking for in a Black actor or model to praise that I wasn't finding.

I looked to blogs like Chocolate & Salsa. While they have a bevy of hot guys that make me beat my meat, few of their models have names, and most of them are muscled-up Black men - an image of Black men in gay media that I refused to praise here, because it all too common. And I don't fault Chocolate & Salsa for this. That's the image of Black men that is shoved down our throats as beautiful, so those are the pictures that are easiest to find. To find other fit body types of beautiful Black men (especially in gay media) is almost like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Nor was I going to go to the Black models of ethnic-porn, because if they are not helping to saturate the image of the muscled-up Black man, then they are playing to the thug image and/or are so skinny that they look as if the "We Are The World" remake should have been made to feed them. That may seem crude to say since a remake of "We Are The World" was recently release to help those in Haiti, but in that matter I feel some writers and producers could have got up off their lazy butts and made an original song to help Haiti. But that's getting off topic, so let's get back to the matter at hand.

Well, in my Aries determination, I wasn't going to settle for less than someone to show the Black beauty that is not touched enough by gay media. And what's so funny is that I've been fucked by the perfect specimen. So I'll be the 1st to admit, this post on him is long overdue, because I sure wouldn't mind another go at his cock sliding in and out of my ass.

When I introduced myself to the world with the website,, and featured in the gallery this pic that Tyson Cane was kind enough to give me, many raved about how hot a picture it was, and I definitely agreed with that claim.
 Even more so because he was my 1st on-camera fuck. It was for the movie, OH BOY ESCORTS 2, where I met him using the name "Joseph Nash". Therefore, I can tell you firsthand of how it was a fuck I enjoyed immensely.

I'm kicking myself right now. Because after all the complaints I've made over time about the muscled-up Black guys like Marc Williams, Scott Alexander, and Diesel Washington being the only names known in gay media to show Black beauty, I completely overlooked praising one who I know doesn't fit that mold. For one, while all of the aforementioned are pretty much bald, "Joseph Nash" still has his hair. Also, he's not too muscular, having a physique that appears to come more from a hard day's work instead of working out - a major turn-on for me. Which is part of the reason why he still turns me on like he did the 1st day I met him.

When he came on the set of OH BOY ESCORTS 2, he walked into the room and I got an immediate hard-on. I did my best to not make it obvious as a way to save that pent-up sexual tension from my end for the camera. I sat there watching him with my asshole twitching as it anticipated his cock in my ass. And when he was getting his pictures taken, at one point his pants drooped just enough to show the top of his ass, and my eyes became thirsty to see the rest, and my hands became thirsty to grope it. For that purpose, I made it my business to get one of the positions we got put in to be missionary. Even though the director Tyson Cane tried to act like it wasn't working, it was for me, hence why I can guarantee you that every word, moan, and groan you hear from me in that scene is real, because I was finally able to release that sexual tension. And Tyson Cane's actions showed that he had to admit it worked, which is why a good number of my original fans who saw that movie saw the heated moment.

While he used the name "Joseph Nash" for OH BOY ESCORTS 2, over the years since, he has used other names. Such as in the April 2008 issue of Playgirl Magazine, he used the name Jamal. And in his work for Real Urban Men, Dark Alley Media, and most recently, CUM DUMP HOTEL by Raw Riders, you may have come to know him as Paris.And this crossing over into other porn genres is another reason by I still find him FUCKIN' HOT. That part shouldn't surprise you, considering how much I love switching things up myself. I admire people who do the same.

They say you never forget your 1st. And I must say that is most definitely true when it comes to Paris. Every time I see a pic, I think about how far he and I have both come. And every clip of him I think to myself that if that bottom isn't enjoying that dick the way I did -----then it's that bottom's own damn fault,....and I gladly take his place and show him how Paris' dick should be done - again.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

2 3-Ways, 1 Week, #1 - Straight's 1st Gay Poke

Continuing my countdown to the best 3-way of that week, it was the night of the last snowstorm to hit NYC. The snow fell during the day, and it wasn't as bad as some predicted, but it was enough to keep some from venturing out who were naive enough to believe that was really a snowstorm.

I was in the mood to go out, but didn't know exactly where. I then got a text message from a trick I hadn't heard from in awhile. He invited me out to meet him where he was, which was Barracuda. I met him there, then we bar-hopped from there to Phoenix, a friend of his arrived later, and then I decided to go to check out the asses at the Ass Wednesday contest at The Urge. My trick said he would most likely meet me there later.

There was a small crowd at The Urge, and when approached about entering the Ass Wednesday contest, I decided with such a small crowd, maybe the racism won't be so rampant, so why not give it another shot. It turns out that the racism was there, but by some miracle, I won anyway. And the runner-up was a cute White guy with a hot ass.

After the contest, I went to the bar, and wound up sitting next to the runner-up. He congratualted me again on my win, and started a conversation with me. It turns out he's a dancer (my loyal readers know that's a weakness) . He invited me to a dance workshop he was participating in, and he began a long philosophical conversation with me with him doing most of the talking. After quite a long time into it, he told me that he was straight.

Yes, you read correct - straight. And his whole routine of playing to the crowd and poking out his hot dancer's butt was just him being a performer, and giving the crowd what they wanted. By the time he revealed his heterosexuality, I was listening close with him constantly grazing me, which gave me the nerve to slowly stroke his side in return, but he didn't seem to mind. In fact, he was so into his conversation that he let his friend who was with him leave without him so he could continue talking to me.

He did get more in depth to explain his considering himself "straight". He said that he's pretty open sexually, but romantically speaking, he's straight. However, that sexual openess has never had him have anal sex with a guy before. I did understand his explanation, because it's the opposite of what I say with my bisexuality. For I have had and can still have sex with a woman, but nothing more than lust will be my motivation, but it is a man who can get the combination of lust AND my loving heart.

My trick did eventually make it to The Urge. I lost him various times, and figured by now, he had gone home. It turned out that he didn't. He came to me and the straight guy and invited us back to his place. The straight guy asked if my friend had any kind of "party favors", and my friend said he did. So off to my trick's place we went.

My trick and the straight guy did a couple of lines of cocaine. And I will admit, in my constant curiosity as to why people do drugs, I did do a couple of lines as well. And since my curiosity was as satisfied as it needed to be, so I was done with cocaine. Because while they may have a need to escape their lives, I don't. Therefore drugs serve me no purpose. My trick and the straight guy however did more. Soon after, we all started getting naked, and going down on each other. Mainly me and the straight guy, because I later realized my trick's idea for bringing us back to his place was more about him watching me and the straight guy fuck, than it was about him being part of a 3-way.

I wasn't the least bit high as far as I could tell except for my lack of a hard-on like everyone else in the room. I can still recall all of my actions, and cannot sight one thing out of character for me except my taking in the drugs in the 1st place. So once we took the nakedness into my trick's bedroom, because of my experimental dose of coke (for all I know, I didn't even snort it properly) I quickly got back my hard-on. So I had the cock everyone wanted to play with, which led the straight guy to ask my trick if he wanted me to fuck him. My trick said yes, so I got a condom and pounded my trick for a good bit. My trick and I then looked over to see the straight guy was slowly getting hard from watching us. So I knew it was my ass that was going to be sacrificed to engulf the straight guy's thick cock.

I knew I wasn't topping the straight guy, not only because he said so, but because I didn't want to, so I wasn't even going to suggest trying it. Because I wanted to see if he was as sexually open as he claimed, and if I could be the man to finally get him to go all the way with this sexual openess that he claimed to have, and possess the 1st guy's hole that he pokes - even for a little bit.

Well ladies and gentlemen----MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!

I did get to to feel his hard cock inside me, but it didn't last long. Later on we tried again. This go-around, he said, "You're hot as fuck, but you're just the wrong gender."

I strongly doubt that. I think the cocaine still had a hold on him. But over time, it was starting to lose its hold, which is why the 2nd try of him fucking me lasted longer and more intense than the 1st.

After seeing how far the straight guy came by making me his 1st gay fuck, my trick and I jerked off, and then all 3 of us fell asleep.

When I woke up that morning, it was only me and the straight guy in the bed. I actually got out of bed, looked around for my trick to discover he left us in his apartment all alone. I got back in the bed, and took some advantage of the situation. I knew the only reason the straight guy came to my trick's place was because he had cocaine - something to free his inhibitons of the experience that he wanted to have with me.  So I felt with my trick gone, the straight guy would be more at ease. So in taking some advantage, while the straight guy was sleeping on his side, I started feeling him up by massaging his ass, then started playing with his cock. He started to turn over onto his back so I could do more, and I started sucking his cock. His cock got so fuckin' rock hard, if I thought to take full advantage I would have put a condom on him, straddled him, and rode his cock until he filled it full of his man-milk. Instead, he filled my mouth with his man-milk as his muscles in his dick's shaft contracted from me sucking his dick. I didn't swallow, but to go that far proves that I am the cum-pig that I said I am.

Please do not misunderstand this post. After all the noise I've made about gay-for-pay, I am by no means being a hypocrite and advocating recruiting straight men. I am not Jet Set Men's Chris Steele (who I hope has gotten off that subject of seducing straight guys by now). Every action done between me and that straight guy was an action that he knowingly put himself in the position to make happen, and was OK with letting happen. And because of that willingness, I have no problem with the outcome, except for the drug use involved to make him do it....but that's another blog entry.

For I don't need drugs or alcohol to have sex with a woman and revel in the small part of me that is straight. Yet it took alcohol and drugs to make this guy explore his gay side. Therefore, it's fair to assess that he's not all that comfortable with his bi-sexuality or bi-curiosity, but it's not my job to push that fact upon him. That's something he must come to terms with himself in due time. Which is why I never corrected him when he said that he doesn't kiss guys, yet he kissed me twice. Not open mouth, but still----our lips met. So as far as I'm concerned, I'm totally comfortable with him calling himself "sexually open", but romantically speaking, he's "straight".

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