February 23, 2008
I had made arrangements to meet up with a guy at his apartment in the Flatiron District after shooting one of the nights I was in New York. We had chatted (kind of) online off and on for a few months. He seemed like exactly the kind of pig I like to play with. I called when I was on my way out of the shoot in Chelsea and he said he had a man’s hand in his ass at the moment and I was welcome to join them. He was only a few blocks away. I grabbed something to drink and a couple of snacks and headed over.
It was a weird building. The lobby was beautiful, all oak and marble. I had to pass through a metal detector and give my ID to the person at the desk. Waiting at the elevator with me were a couple of guys who seemed homeless and/or insane. Upstairs seemed like a whole different place. The hallways were more industrial than I expected considering the ornate richness of the lobby. This guy’s apartment door had a collage of things on the door, one of which said “GOMORRAH.”
As advertised. It was a smallish, old-fashioned, New York studio apartment. Everything about it — at least while I was there — seemed to be about having sex. There was a sling and a futon, a floor mattress and what can best be described as a central lube station. This guy and his friend, both of whom I felt instantly comfortable with, were intelligent, funny, old-school gay sex hounds, close in age to myself and with similar interests. The friend even appears in the DVD extras in my fisting movie! This was especially weird considering the guy who fists him in my movie was also in the movie I had finished shooting less than an hour before. Weird.
We chatted and got to know each other while I warmed up and removed my clothes. They took turns on their knees sucking my dick which I really needed after a long day watching other people have sex on a tiny screen.
My host got in the sling and I fucked him for a while. He had been punch-fucked over a hundred times just before I got there (and he had a clicker in his had to prove it!) but he was still tight enough to gimme some friction. I got my hand in his hole but it didn’t really feel comfortable to me so we didn’t continue for very long.
We sat around, stroked and talked for a bit. Then his friend got on his hands and knees on the floor. My host put on these big, black, rubber industrial gloves, coated them with Crisco and started fisting the guy. He went in and out really quickly, first one hand, then the other. Weirdly, I found it very hot. He passed me one of the gloves and we took turns. Then he quickly put the other glove on me and I didn’t miss a beat. He was moaning with pleasure. I was tired, though. so I didn’t last very long.
I said I had worked all day and hadn’t really eaten and that I should go. I had planned on taking the train from his corner right back to Brooklyn and eating in the diner down the street from the hotel. They suggested we go together to a nearby place. That was fine with me; I enjoyed their company. The diner was really far away, a good half hour walk and it was very cold. The food was mediocre and I had to walk all the way back to where we started from. Ugh.
I had a fun time with them and I’ll do it again for sure next time I’m in the city for any length of time. I’d even just go hang out. Thanks guys.
I’m listening to “Run From Love (Remix)” from The Age Of Consent by Bronski Beat.
February 14, 2008
Happy Valentine’s Day
I found these lovely Valentine candies waiting for me at the Gay and Lesbian Archives of Philadelphia when I arrived to volunteer this afternoon. Thanks, Bob! You were right, they tasted like Hai Karate.
I’m listening to “Snagglepuss” from Naked City by John Zorn/Naked City.
February 9, 2008
Porn Day 3: On the set again
Friday January 25, 2008
The second feature we shot was a bukkake orgy movie. Most of the cast were the same guys from the film we shot two days previously and we used the same space. In this film two bottoms were supposed to end up covered with cum. Unfortunately, neither of them was really feeling up to it (I guess two days off in Brooklyn can really wear a guy out.) so another guy was nominated for the job. He didn’t seem pleased. In addition to the professionals, amateurs could apply online to be in this film. They could choose to wear a small mask if they wished but, if they did, they wouldn’t be paid. The only requirement was that they shoot a load on the bottom’s face. Sounds easy enough, no?
The atmosphere on the set was much less chaotic than it had been on Wednesday. When I got there at 6:30 only the director was there. A guy who was making his porn debut had missed his plane and had arrived just a few minutes before. He was out getting something to eat with the company’s business manager. When he returned He showered and put on his “work clothes.” These consisted of black shoes, black flares, a wide white belt and a black, form-fitting, pin-stripe, button-down shirt. I’m not kidding. He looked like a dance instructor or a hustler from 1980. He did have a beautiful face, though, if a bit rough for an 18 year-old. No matter what, the camera loved him, as they say.
The director assured us we’d be done by 11:00 at the latest, hopefully even by 10:00. Things went fairly smoothly for a while. Our first delay was caused by someone not being “clean.” Maybe it’s just me but I try to be prepared when I go to work. Since i’d be using my eyes I made sure my contacts were clean before I left the hotel. Anyway, while he was “touching up” another cast member suggested that maybe he doesn’t know how to do it correctly but you didn’t hear that from me. Admittedly, he wasn’t origianlly the day’s designated bottom either.
The number of men in the room dwindled as each guy shot his load and left for the day. One of the guys who didn’t feel well enough to be the bottom did a great job of being vocal and being the onscreen guy in charge, sort of. He’d order the bottom to suck this guy or get fucked by that guy. It worked well, better than It sounds for sure.
Around 8:30 it was time for the dance instructor to shoot. We sat, cameras in hand, while he masturbated. For an hour.
One of the amateurs showed up. I thought he was kind of hot, beefier and hairier than the other guys in the movie. He wore a mask but, as far as I’m concerned, anyone who knew him would recognize him immediately. He also had a unique tattoo. I just didn’t see the point in wearing a mask. As he was finishing up another guy arrived and he fucked the bottom too. They both left at the same time.
Then we went back to waiting for that last guy to shoot. It was grueling. My back hurt, I was hungry and I was especially impatient because I was going to get laid back at the hotel when we were done. The director tried to find out how we could help him along but he was being sullen and uncommunicative. Those two qualities probably serve him very well when he’s out and about cruising the bars and bathhouses wherever it is that he comes from. (He tried to be mysterious about his origins, also.) He has a look that just works well with sullen and he’s obviously learned how to use it but on that night in that place it was simply annoying. To everyone. We just wanted to go home.
The director asked him what he did or thinks about or watches when he masturbates (daily, no doubt) at home. “I dunno. Nothing.” was his answer again and again. I wish I thought he wasn’t telling the truth.
As time went on the substitute cum began to crust on the bottom’s face and chest. (The real stuff dries up and disappears so we had to keep rewetting him so that in the final edit it will look like all of these guys shot their loads on him in quick succession.) I don’t think the stuff looked particularly like ejaculate to begin with. After all this time it started to look like the (trade secret) that it really is.
At 11:00 we took another break and the boy in question retired to the bathroom for a bit. At this point I just knew it was never going to happen and even joked about putting money on it. The director was adamant, though. I could see his point. He flew the kid to New York from heaven knows where and he was fucking 18 years-old so he should be able to come at least once. Yes, he should. So we tried again.
We sat around for another hour. Nothing happened. He couldn’t stay hard even with Viagra. What really bothered me, though, was that he didn’t seem to care. There was no apology for making everyone sit around for hours, nothing, not even to the director.
Just past midnight we gave up. We packed up and everyone got paid. I said my goodbyes and I left, starving to death. I grabbed some food from an overpriced Chelsea deli and took the subway back to Brooklyn which took about a century and a half. I don’t recall the subways in NYC being so s-l-o-w and so long in coming. I feel like I could have walked faster but no one else on the crowded train seemed to notice. Could I be spoiled by SEPTA??
Anyway, this kid had a photo shoot the next day with a photographer unconnected with our movie. He didn’t have an orgasm for him either. And he didn’t get paid. Also, he had the nerve to invite one of the other cast members to stay after we all left to continue fucking him! Kids.
I’m listening to “Un Poco de Sangre” from El Circo by Maldita Vecindad y los Hijos del 5th Patio.
February 1, 2008
Incredibly GREAT news!
It seems amazing but apparently it’s true. If your viral load says below 40 for six months or more and you continue antiretroviral therapy, you CANNOT transmit the virus sexually. This is HUGE news.
Update: Had I read further I would have realized that this wasn’t an actual study but data collected from other sources and a conclusion drawn. Still, I believe it’s likely true. Some people think it’s irresponsible to have released this kind of information publicly. Apparently, they think we’re too stupid to act responsibly after hearing this kind of thing. In my opinion, many of those people have an agenda and/or jobs at stake in the AIDS industry. Remember, it’s not only conservatives who want to control information to retain their power.
I’m listening to “Tired Of Waiting For You” from Hit Singles by The Kinks.