As promised at the end of "Sweet Reunions In Milk Chocolate", I will reveal who the mysterious 2nd person that I left you in suspense about who fucked me at the Milk Chocolate NYC party. I'll just let the included photos and slideshow let you in on how good the chemistry was.
His name was Ty. We met right after I walked in the door and was greeted by the host, Cade. The moment we looked at each other, we both knew there was an attraction. So much so that Cade thought we already knew each other. Even with me bundled up for that cold New York winter night wearing my long black trenchcoat that has people calling me "Matrix", Ty lit up when he saw me. And he lit up even more once he saw me in my black boxer-briefs. Well, it's without a doubt that I lit up full blast by being greeted with that hot bod wearing a a pair of sexy black satin-looking boxers. Especially since those boxers weren't those hard cotton easily-wrinkled type that your dad would wear that I consider as one of the "No-No" things to wear to a sex party.
While in the introduction of this post, I said that he was the 2nd person to fuck me, chronologically speaking, he was actually the 1st. After I topped the Israeli, we got up off the bed, and I was about to wash off as I usually do after sex with someone whether I top or bottom. But it got delayed because me and the Israeli made out for a bit, and then realized there was a group of hot guys fooling around in a corner. I wasn't sure if all of them were hot, but enough of them were to get our attention, and make us be voyeurs. I had my back to someone in that cluster, and the next thing I knew someone's hand reached out to grab my ass. After all the interruptions that I spoke of in Part 1, I began thinking, "Not again". Then the hand grabbed my ass again. Now, I was starting to boil, and make a mental note that if whoever this is grabs my ass one more time without me responding, then this son of a bitch is getting "the evil eye"...as a warning.
Well, he grabbed me again.
And as I was turning around with my face muscles contoured to give "the evil eye" and a frown, once I discovered who it was, my face muscles had to contour so I could literally "turn that frown upside down"....into a flirtatious smile. Because the guy grabbing my ass turned out to be Ty.
I knew those boxers were pulled down, but I couldn't see his cock because the 2 guys sucking on it were blocking my view. However, once I reached out to at long last feel that body, and he reached out to bring me in closer, the 2 guys broke away. I was in absolute awe of his physique. And when I felt his cock up against me, I found out what all the fuss was about. It was big and uncut. I made out with him, went down on him, then he turned my back to him so he could rub his cock against my ass, then he put it between my thighs. We did this until I couldn't take it anymore. "It" being the still rampant interruptions and my desire to have his cock thrusting back and forth in me. So I took him to the bed, and I laid on my back for missionary, because there was no way I was not going to see the rhythmic movements of that body fucking my hole. One of the other guys gave him a condom. He put it on while I put my Wet® Platinum lube on and in my ass, and put some also on his nicely-wrapped dick so I could touch it one more time before it was inside me.
Once in, I couldn't get enough. But those who were too dense to find fucking fun of their own were still intruding. I could see guys behind Ty touching on him. And one bonafide dumb-ass laid next to me to possibly attempt an uninvited 69ing session, and put his knee over my face while I'm watching Ty. After all the prior interruptions mentions in Part 1, this time, I had it. Because when I would normally just politely move a person (or their body part) out of the way, this time I took the back of my hand and shoved his knee out of my face. After this, me and Ty ended our session here.
Ty and I went to stand on line for the bathroom, and while he stood there naked, I finally got to see why guys were playing with his ass while he fucked me. Because it was beautiful. However, that doesn't excuse these guys from maintaining some degree of etiquette by as I say again...FIND YOUR OWN FUCKING FUN. A little while after this is when I bottomed for the Israeli, and everything else I told about in Part 1.
With all the hotties gone, and the party close to over, I was on the verge of leaving myself. When I went to get my clothes, I sensed some disappointment from Ty that I was leaving. And to be honest, I was feeling the same. Because I got the sense that this fun between us was not completely satisfied. I knew it wasn't satisfied from my end, so I wanted to find out if he felt the same, or was it just wishful thinking. Hence why I kept conversating with Ty and the helpers. As everyone - host, helpers, and myself were dressed to leaved, Ty asked me where I was going. I told him, "Home...Unless you have a better idea."
His reply was with a sexy sly grin, "I might".
After a lot of back and forth amongst everyone about what to do next, since it was just after midnight, Ty asked me, "Do you want to come home with me?"
I shrugged my shoulders and gave a very nonchalant reply of, "Sure". But of course while doing so, I was holding back a smile like that of the Cheshire cat from "Alice In Wonderland".
Because the dirty fantasy now playing in my head was us not waiting until we got back to his place. I wanted to start right there on the street, with me dropping trou, undoing his pants, giving him a condom, re-lubing my ass, and bending over so he can ride my ass all the way back to his place. That means him thrusting into my ass with every step down the street, down the subway stairs, on the subway ride, up the subway stairs, down the streets to his place, to the elevator, in the elevator, to the apartment, and once in the apartment, somehow manage to take off all of our clothes without disconnecting his hungry dick from my hungry hole.
Even though that was the fantasy that had a very small chance of me trying to make into reality had it not been for the cold weather that night, the reality was still good.
We talked on the way to the train station and on the train ride. And I mentioned my porn past. I wasn't going to get too into it, but he wanted to know more, because he said he was looking into doing porn. I did tell of my reasons for leaving and how those reasons led to my dislike of an overwhelming amount of studio-based porn. That's why because of my knowing he was interested in doing porn, during the sex, in the midst of my loud moans and groans, I wanted to scream, "We-need-a-camera-in-here-recording-this-to-show-that-THIS-IS-WHAT-PORN-SEX-IS-SUPPOSED-TO-BE! OH FUCK, YES!!!!"
That genuine attraction is what had us practically doing the gay Kama Sutra. And what made me enjoy the sex even more was that he kept the lights, not dim or off,....but ON. This gave me the pleasing sight to see his pleasing body pleasure me.
The lights didn't go off until we were done. And we went on for quite awhile. Then come morning, since I don't sleep long, I laid there awake in a new cuddling position loving the feel of his smooth skin. When he seemed like he was waking up, he stroked the top of my head as I was laying under his stretched out arm. I stroked his side, down his chest, and down to touch his cock. A cock that I discovered had become morning wood. Morning wood eager to get into me again. And me eager to accept it again. So began Round 3, another long fuck session with me giving him all of the points of "coming close' and needing to stop like Round 2 when we first got to his place. And with one squeeze of my sphincter too many for him, Ty couldn't hold it anymore, and he filled another condom with his load.
My friend Photo Freedom was planning a photoshoot for later that week, but giving preference to new faces. So with knowledge of Ty's prospects, I suggested him. Hence how the above pictures came to be.
Now with so much praise over how my last pics came out with someone with whom the sexual attraction never went beyond the front of the camera,
what do you think of these taken with someone where the sexual attraction was explored before, during, andanother4 Rounds after being in front of the camera?
Yes guys! A couple of hours after the shoot, we went to the Milk Chocolate NYC party in Park Slope. There, with 4 fucks in 4 different areas of the party space, the clothes-check guy referred to us as "The MVPs" of the party.
I walked in about an hour after the party started, and was greeted by their gorgeous and fit helpers taking my clothes. Not taking them off (I WISH), but just taking them and putting my articles of clothing on a hanger after I took them off.
NOTE TO SOME SEX PARTY PROMOTERS: Having your guests welcomed by a HOT staff that makes you wish they were actually stripping you never hurts to get one in the party mood. I'm just sayin'. Because it damn sure did it for me.
I was thirsty after my trek there, so I drank some soda before checking out the scene. While in that area, a tall slim Asian (that I later discovered was a mix with dominating Filipino traits) walked in for a drink as well. We didn't say much to each other, but besides the staff, he was on my list of possible playmates for the night. And I felt I was on his, because my peripheral vision caught him checking me out. He drank his water, and took off back upstairs. Once I finished my soda, I did the same.
When I got upstairs, I saw most of the guys being wallflowers. I didn't get well into the room yet, before one guy with no finesse darted in my direction, and started touching on me. Now, I'm not being a bitch by complaining. But while I'm flattered by being found attractive, the keyword here is "finesse". I mean, let me get a lay of the land and see what I want before you approach me. Because for me, even if I find you good-looking, that lack of finesse could make you ugly and ruin your chances. I politely said, "No thanks", and kept walking deeper into the room. However, once I hit the middle of the room, there were other guys there just as lacked tact just like the first guy. In fact, I felt like I was in "Return Of The Living Dead" - I was the living and they were a horde of zombies wanting my brain. Luckily, the Filipino mix wasn't in that horde, so I backed up to be near him. You see, I was making myself available to him for having enough tact in his approach. Evidently, it worked. Because he stopped leaning against the wall, and then reached out for me.
Once his hand was on my shoulder, I turned around and we started hugging. I love most degrees of body hair, but while most ethnicities have varying degrees of body hair, there's something about how Asian-Pacific Islanders are an unique ethnicity because of it being close to a guarantee that they'll have little to no body hair. And that uniqueness makes my hands hunger to rub that smooth skin. And this guy was no exception in that regard. I paced myself by rubbing his chest, arms, and thighs, even though I was craving a to dig into his underwear and feel his smooth ass cheeks. On that, I let him grab mine first, then I grabbed his.
I would have enjoyed him more if we were left to have our fun. The problem was that many people came around us, and wanted in. Now, I understand wanting to touch on the guys making out or fucking FOR A MOMENT,as I made clear in my post, "Sex Party Etiquette: Don't Interrupt!". Obviously, some guys didn't read that post to learn that if they're not responded to, that they should GO MAKE THEIR OWN FUCKIN' FUN!
A couple of guy that I responded to and let in on the fun were past playmates. One was a guy I had a tryst with after a night at The Cock. I've seen him at the Milk Chocolate NYC party before, but we've never fucked there. Which is a shame because I did love grabbing his bubble-butt while he fucked my ass missionary during that tryst. The other was a guy who came up behind me. At first I was getting so annoyed by the unwanted attention that I was ignoring him. Then my sixth sense told me to turn around, because I felt a vibe that not only did I know this person behind me, but I liked this person behind me. And my sixth sense was right as usual. Because it turns out the guy behind me was the bubble-butt Israeli from "HOT @ Milk Chocolate NYC" that I made out with, but never had sex with. Well, on that night, I was determined to change that fact.
The Filipino mix and I got interrupted to the point that I got frustrated and started making out with my past tryst from The Cock. I went down on him, and I was quickly reminded of how big his cock is. It was so easy to forget because the night I met him, I was so into him that I now recall my tight hole taking in that thick dick with very few attempts, much like the French guy from "French Kiss, Big Bliss?". The Israeli knew I wanted him near, so he stayed by watching. When my tryst from The Cock turned me around to grind his big dick up against my ass, me and the Israeli started kissing. Guys were still interrupting us, and me and the Israeli broke off not too far from my tryst from The Cock, but far enough that a tall slim Black guy came along, and took my place. But I wasn't at all upset. Because I took it as a chance to do something that was long overdue.
I took the Israeli over to the bed. My Aries libido and bluntness asked him, "Can I fuck you?"
"SURE!", he replied. And he quickly laid on the bed, and took off his underwear. I went to get a condom, and I came prepared with a travel-size bottle of Wet® Platinum lube given to me by The Wet Platinum Man tucked away in my sock. So the fun was about to begin. I put on the condom, and finally, after many fantasies since the last time I saw him....I was inside the Israeli with the warmth of his ass tunnel wrapped around my cock.
I was trying to fuck the Israeli missionary so we could give each other that look that I spoke of in the past as to one reason why I like missionary. Telling how in that moment, it wasn't just any ass I wanted, but it was his ass that I wanted. And how it wasn't just any dick he wanted in him, but it was my dick that he wanted. Well people really need to read that section of my blog, because ONCE AGAIN, we were interrupted. Some wayward guy put himself in between us. This was making me uncomfortable, and making me lose my hard-on. So I told the Israeli to get on all fours. And believe it or not, that guy being an annoyance turned out being a good thing. Because fucking him doggy-style and seeing those bulbous cheeks bounce from my thrust made his ass feel even better.
The Filipino mix came around and laid on the bed next to us watching us fuck. This guy had class. The Israeli went over to kiss him while I was fucking him. And since I was into the Filipino mix as well, I kept fucking the Israeli as he laid on his stomach, with one hand hold myself up on the bed, while the other hand was massaging the Filipino mix. All those different shades of skin color on each other and on the bed is what a sex party in NYC is supposed to look like.
I didn't come, but I stopped fucking the Israeli. We went downstairs got something to drink, then went to the living room on the 1st floor, and started making out. His dick was rock hard, and even though he said that he was more of a bottom, I wanted to take advantage of the situation. So I got another one of my desires with him to come to frution. His cock in my ass. What I didn't know from our last encounter was how thick it was. But once again, because my desire for him was so strong, he got inside me with very little effort. And it was GREAT! He didn't come, but it was fun when he actually did.
It turns out the Filipino mix had already came from fucking someone else. That was my misfortune, because I wanted it to be my ass that his cock was in whenever it throbbed to squeeze out his jizz. But I got 2 good fucks in my ass already, so I was happy. Even though he had already came, he didn't leave like most guys do. He decided to stick around and watch me make the Israeli come. So I started by using my lube to give the Israeli's cock a "happy ending" massage. Then I gave him a blowjob as the Filipino mix played with one of the Israeli's nipples, while I played with the other. Yes, I'm a multi-tasking lover. The the Israeli jerked off while I licked his nipples, and I could feel the tension in his body that he was about to shoot. And I picked my head up at just the right time. Because within a minute later, he shot a load that went all the way up to his chest. After that I bid him and the Filipino mix "Good night" as they decided to head out. And I lingered around with the few remaining guys there that I had no interest in.
To answer why I was lingering, I must back track to when I said, "...I got 2 good fucks in my ass...". To explain that statement, the truth is there was someone else besides the Israeli who fucked me that night. And I have 2 possible photoshoots with him, and if all goes well,....then prepare for that tale as a possible Part 2.
DO TAKE NOTE: Not right away, but the web address of this blog is going to change as well. But until further notice, you can keep finding the logical, knowledgeable, sexy blog postings that are of the man who was "Tré Xavier", now LeNair Xavier here at this web address.
I THANK YOU for going along with me as I embark on this next chapter of my life.
Earlier this year, I wrote a poem called, "The Industry". I appealed to people by way of this blog to suggest places for me to perform it at an open-mice night. I got comments, emails, and actual friends suggesting places, which I am thankful for.
However something happened to make me not take them up on those suggestions. During my time of considering those suggested spaces, I began writing more poems. Enough poems that it became a series. So I then didn't need an open-mic night as much as I need an actual presentation night.
With that in mind, after the successful Q & A appearance last year courtesy of Men of All Colors Together/NY, at a board meeting on November 12, I presented them with the idea of doing a poetry reading of "The Industry", now a series. After my proposal, I was more than thankful to get not only the OK, but also the date, January 7th.
So the press release reads as follows:
MACT/NY presents Tré Xavier’s “The Industry”
Tré Xavier’s “The Industry” is a 5-part poetry series that takes you through the behind-the-scenes stories of 5 different porn actor characters. These stories are based on a combination of tales from Tré’s own life in the porn industry, tales told to him from other porn actors he has met along the way, as well as gay porn news stories.
Using his one voice to speak for many, the no-name characters Tré creates range from someone who trades in his stable relationship so he can seek porn-stardom to a White porn actor wanting a scene-partner of color, yet gets repeatedly paired with a white one. These characters are used to confront many stigmas associated with the porn industry, including meaningless sex, drugs, and self-degradation, as well as controversies like racism, gay-for-pay, and HIV hypocrisy. And while all the characters leave the industry in the end, with some closing the door completely, while others leaving it ajar, what unites these characters is that they all walk away happy survivors.
There will be a Q & A session in between each poem, with an even longer Q & A session after the last poem is read, so Tré can answer your questions of the poems collectively as well as individually. And since these poems will be written in the very same fashion that he does his blog “Tré’s X-Ray Vision”, Tré Xavier plans to hit you hard with the truth, and take no prisoners.
For this reason alone, this evening promises to be an interesting one. But in addition, this will be his last appearance as “Tré Xavier”. For after tonight, all appearances (porn-related or not), he will drop the name “Tré” and replace it with his legal first name, LeNair. Therefore becoming newly known as, LeNair Xavier.
If you are living or vacation in or near New York City, I hope to see you there.
Also appearing as guests will be:
(1)The Wet® Platinum Man, Antonio Martinez. He'll be giving out the lube that will a part of the prize packages. He's the one responsible for supplying me with the Wet® lube that I've been using in the sex tales of my Wet® category on this blog, and my most recent videos on free porn sites (like "Tre Xavier: Super Sucked" recently featured on Dunkin's Playground); and (2)Terry Christopher, whose musical talent will most certainly help to keep you entertained.
There will also be a clothing drive for Sylvia's Place. So any wearable clothing you have and want to donate, please bring it along. And while on the subject of clothing,....
...here's a NAUGHTY REMINDER: As always, the more money raised, the more clothes come off. Maybe you can make me go home commando. After all, I may be retired from porn, but I'm still an exhibitionist.
So bring your money, wearable clothes to donate, and good luck,
and I hope to see you there.
Then my next scheduled appearance in will be my last as "Tré Xavier".
More details on that by either Friday or Monday.
In the meantime, let's have a charitable heart, yet a dirty mind come Wednesday night. ;-)
Since gay porn is often what one in "orientation limbo" uses to see men GENUINELY at ease with their degree of being gay, do you feel that the massive marketing ploy of "gay-for-pay" contributes AT ALL to the lack of comfort causing some gay suicides?
In my recent interview for Dunkin's Playground, I will be the first to admit to how much bad I said about the porn industry, but in the midst of that, I do take note of the good that came from my being in it. So while some are wondering about how my having so much bad to say outweighs the amount of good, it's because I can't, nor should I forget the past bad that helped to make my present good. In short, living by the saying, "when life gives you lemons, make lemonade."
Mainly because of issues like racism and bigotry, I had to fight so hard for what I have and (more importantly) who I am that there are scars from attempted breaks on my spirit. A spirit that now shines brighter than ever. Those scars don't lessen the shine of my light, but it's my life, so I know that the scars are there. With that in mind, my latest "Write That Down" quote is:
Yes, you gave me lemons, and I was fortunate and smart enough to make some "so-good-it'll-make-you-wanna-smack-yo-mama" lemonade from those lemons. However, that doesn't change my rightful annoyance at the fact that you gave me lemons in the first place...when you should have given me gold.
An interview was requested of me by DK, the Editor in Chief of the blog, "Dunkin's Playground". He emailed me the questions Monday evening, and I returned them in the wee hours of Wednesday morning. Considering the (not good, but) GREAT questions and my detailed answers, you see why it took me so long.
Well, at least you can tell some PR people aren't at work answering the questions for me. Because I called out quite a few people, from Chi Chi LaRue, Michael Lucas, Diesel Washington, Wolf Hudson, Latino Fan Club,and even one of the studios I once worked for, Pitbull Productions. But in whatever I said,....TRUST ME, it needed to be said. So click on the link below and enjoy the interview: