I’ve always had fantasies about them.  Sometimes I’ve wanted to be with them for the obvious reasons – they’re in shape, they do what they’re told, they’re broken down and built up, plus who can resist fucking a guy while tugging on his dog tags?  Cliché I know, but oh the fantasy.  But truth be told, two more reasons deal with the fact that when you’re around military guys, they’ve learned to be extra comfortable around other men in a non-sexual way that other straight men who have gone through the military haven’t and because even though military men have been taught to think as a unit, they’re often the guys who have the strongest individual souls. This guy Clay is one of those guys.  He grew up in a small town in

Alabama called Arab.  His mother left his father when they were pretty young, she raised Clay and his brother while working two jobs.  The older brother got the money to attend college; Clay didn’t have the grades, he didn’t wanna stick around in the small town so he enlisted. 

 He did boot camp, was stationed in Germany, Panama and

Korea, which is where he finally got his groove on, and by that I do mean groove on.  He had already been taught to function as a cog, he’d done that for quite a few years, but at the same time he also had been nurturing his soul, which made him realize he no longer felt proud to be in a military that didn’t want him.

 He rolled over in bed, sucked my dick a few times to avoid answering my question if his unit knew he was a talented cocksucker.  I moved away from this beaut with the light blue eyes, trim body with moderate hair on his chest, small nipples that stood erect, adorable ass and a smallish Aztec Sun tattoo inked less than an inch from where his ass crack opened, looking for an answer.   Clay hadn’t planned on telling me, but since I’d asked, he revealed that just before we hooked up at Roosterfish last night, he had sent an e-mail to his superior and came out.  Clay was sure that by the time he reported to the base in two weeks, there’d be an investigation, there was even a chance he’d be discharged by then.  Clay told me I could be fucking an officer now, but a civilian tomorrow.  I fired back he was sexy both in and out of uniform, though out was better. 

I pushed him onto his stomach, stuck my tongue up his ass, which had wisps of hair running from balls to hole, then ordered him to get on all fours and stick his butt up in attention.  Clay responded like a good soldier, laughing, when he’s a civilian, next time it won’t be like this…  I goosed him, would there be a next time, as I unrolled a condom on my dick and gently slid my schlong deep, deep, deep into the guy who talked military speak as I fucked the hell out of him doggie style.   Before the morning light crept through the window, I awoke to find him standing naked by the window save for his dog tags, looking, thinking.  When he turned, I scared him, he didn’t know I was there, watching.  I grabbed his hand, his sweaty palms let me know more than he could say.  We sat on a bench next to the window, I rubbed his hand, then his arm.   

This was the sexiest, most intimate moment we had had, neither said a word, we just were.   We crawled back into bed.  Several hours later, lying on my stomach, I awoke to the gentle sensation of a tender mouth wrapped around my hardening penis.  I felt my cock maneuvered through my legs and being sucked, licked.  Occasionally my testicles would also enjoy Clay’s attention as he carefully coddled one, then the other in between his lips.   

I hid from him the fact I was awake until I felt his talented tongue tasting my sweaty asshole.  He licked it like a lollipop at first, I tried not to let on that I was awake, but the tingling I experienced, I couldn’t hold back any longer and my tail betrayed me.  I moved, adjusted myself, but he grabbed my cock, kept it parallel to the sheet, not letting it flop against my stomach.  With one hand, he jerked me off, with the other, which he slid under my torso, he tweaked my nipples as he ate my ass with increasing ferocity.  Clay was a talented boy that morning and judging by the attention he gave me, he was burning off tons of nervous energy.   To give him a break and to keep from cumming, I flipped myself over onto my back, he crawled onto my body, thinking he was in control, but at the last minute I kept him rolling, letting me take the top spot.  When he figured out what I was up to, he resisted and we wrestled like gangbusters on the bed, tossing and turning, fighting for position on the California King until somehow I managed to get him back on his back with both his legs pressed up against my shoulders and my dick, turned on more than ever, brushing up against his pie hole.   

Clay tried to slip it into him, but I wouldn’t let him, not without a condom.  Later he would thank me (not cause I got anything, but for keeping my wits about me and not taking advantage of him.)  I reached onto the nightstand, stuck on a condom and penetrated him again.  We didn’t say a single word as I fucked him pretty intensely at first, but then as I was nearing climax, he became the garrulous guy, ordering me what to do as he lifted his hips and pulled his body against my pelvis as hard and deep as possible to control the fuck while I played with his raging hard-on, both of us dripping in sweat, and he pushed out a huge amount of semen, more than the previous sex, onto his chest, over his head and on the backboard.  I pulled out quickly, got rid of the protection and blew my spunk onto his face and neck and arm. I collapsed onto him, our seed mixing.  Then we lay side-by-side, staring at the ceiling, still quiet.  All of a sudden, Clay started laughing, so did I, all of his nervous pent-up energy disappeared.  He kissed me.  I wanted to tell him that no matter what happened, he was always welcome here, but I didn’t want to sound like a naysayer who was suggesting he was about to get the boot, so instead I just kissed him back.  He was ready for whatever might come.   

Three days later, I got an unexpected call from Clay, who was in a great mood.  Where was he?  Headed back to the base.  What happened?  Clay’s supervisor outed himself to Clay.  He told Clay not to bring this subject up again, not cause he felt it wasn’t important to be true to oneself, but cause things are changing in the military and to throw away his service when soon, very soon, he could serve openly and proud and not lose his benefits – he should wait, if he can. Clay was thrilled, he wanted nothing more to do than to serve.  Next time he’s in town, he promised to drop and give me twenty, twenty thrusts with that magic, military pelvis of his.        

Standing before me, I had two unique Australian specimens, notable not cause of their sharp accents or cause they were gorgeous or cause they were babe-a-licious brothers, but due to the fact they sported the fattest cocks I’d ever seen.  How to handle such a treasure trove??? 

First, I made Allen and Ian line up in my bedroom.  Allen stood two inches taller than Ian; he also had ten pounds on his younger brother.  Both guys’ bodies were in perfect form, though, ripped in all the right places.  I noticed Allen had added a nipple ring and a tattoo of the Australian flag on his other pec since we last slept together.   

I bent down in front of their man-meat, chose Allen’s cock first.  His was as I remembered it – uncut and gagworthy.  He had trimmed his pubes way, way down since I last had seen him, which of course made his cock appear even bigger.  Trust, it didn’t need to be and when I took him in my mouth as far down as I could go, I nearly choked when he thrust his ass a little.  

With Allen’s dick in my mouth, I let my hands migrate to his brother’s balls; fingering his low hangers in the middle of the night, when they were already at their most relaxed, I loved how they sunk way below his cock.  I pulled my mouth away from Ian, then began to suck Ian’s swizzle stick, first slurping the tip, gingerly pulling the loose skin back down the shaft and teasing the head with my tongue.  He leaked.   I remembered now that during my entire shoot with his brother Allen in Brazil, Allen’s spigot remained tight as can be, he didn’t shed a drop of pre-cum, but Ian started edging like mad.  Salty-sweet, I like it.   

I tried to swallow Ian’s dick all the way to the base, but I only got as far as I did with Allen.  My eyes watered.  I thought I’d have a shot, hoping that my throat had already been widened, but no suck luck.  They weren’t going to get the best of me, or so I thought… 

I turned them around, slapped their sweet asses a couple of times, leaving light red splotches.  Then I made them touch their toes as I licked each of their assholes, which curiously enough were different.  Allen’s had a tuft of hair sticking out from the crack, while Ian was hairless (not shaved) as could be.   

When I was busy rimming one, I made sure to finger the other, alternating back and forth between asses.  With every rotation, I managed to increase the number of fingers in the hole.  By the time I had been with them four times each, it was definitely time to fuck.   

Ian slipped a dinger (Australian for condom) on my dick, I fucked Allen first.  Having fucked Ian less than 24 hours ago and knowing Allan had done gay porn, I was surprised the latter possessed the tighter hole.  I figured that with his porn star past, Allen would’ve been easier to penetrate, but I was wrong.  Course with that horse dick, it made more sense that he’d be on top.   

I pumped Allen for a long time, so long that I sweat like crazy.  Ian kissed me, sucked on my nips in the meantime.  I noticed the two brothers touched from time to time, but there wasn’t anything weird going on between them.  After I flipped and fucked Allen with his legs in the air, I sensed Ian was becoming jealous so I had Ian lie down next to his brother; I popped on a fresh dinger, began pounding Ian like mad, so fast and furious that I ended up pushing him halfway across the bed.  

I had to climb onto the bed in order to reach him proper, which was good, finally I was able to hold him in the same place, tilt his ass high into the air and use gravity as a force to drill him.  Ian started jerking off, his fat cock fully grown and leaking, no make that dripping like mad.  Did he want to cum like this?  Not yet.    

As I fucked Ian, I felt two hands reach around my chest, tweak my nipples.  Next I realized Allen’s cock was rubbing up against my ass.  He had climbed onto the bed, slid behind me, started kissing my neck, massaging my chest.   

Would I consider being their Lucky Pierre?  Did I think that this time I might be able to let him fuck me all the way?   

I was already so sweaty, so into them, where was all of my control?  I wasn’t sure how everything was going to work out, but I definitely was turned on by the offer and so I gave Allen the go-ahead.  He popped on a condom, a magnum, then as I fucked Ian, Allen ate my ass with enthusiasm, he really wanted to have as good a chance as any to penetrate me.   

Ian ordered Allen to hurry up, he was at that point where he couldn’t hold on much longer.  Ian wouldn’t let me touch his dick anymore, he was that close to shooting.   

Allen abandoned my ass with his tongue, climbed on top of me, and I stopped thrusting my hips into Ian, worried that a bounce back out of Ian will mean too quick of an entry into his brother.  Allen managed to get his cock’s head inside me.  With most guys, that’s the hard part, but when it’s the same all around from top to bottom, it takes a lot of adjusting.  No problem for Ian, he was grateful for the respite; his pre-cum created all kinds of webs all over his chest.   

Allen succeeded, he was all in, could he push?  Sure.  As he thrust in earnest, I started my dance with Ian.  My dick, moving again, was aroused big time, after a good 25 minutes of acrobatic fucking, I’m at the point where I could cum pretty quick.  Ian was just about ready, too – how about Allen?  He was definitely close, what would get him off would be to put all his weight on me, could I handle it?  Would it smush his brother?  Ian was good, so as we head for climax, Allen sweat like a mad fiend, pile driving my ass with a dick that has spread me open while I’m being pushed far, far inside of his brother, who groaned in ecstasy and pain and pleasure and we were all going at the same time, the bed shook, the sweat dripped onto Ian and then it came, Ian first, he blew a cannon of a load on his chest at precisely the time that I shot deep inside of him at the same time that Allen fired his spunk into his dinger still deep inside of me.  

As I slid out of Ian and Allen pulled out of me, I knew gay brothers don’t have sex with each other and if they did, they certainly wouldn’t do it with another guy in the room, but what was Allen thinking when he was fucking me as I fucked his brother?

Now, I don’t know why, but when many a ‘mo discovers one of his gay friends has a gay brother, they automatically think that’d be so great to have someone just like them at home, someone who’d get them, someone they could talk to about sexuality and – here’s the one the that gets me – someone they could actually mess around with. 

EW. 

That’s so gross, I don’t know why some gay brothers would suddenly forget about something called incest, like you can just overlook it in search of finding boycock, but some gay guys do, according to Ian, the gorgeous gay Aussie I just flip-flopped with and who revealed he did indeed have a gay brother.  A very good-looking brother at that, if memory serves, oh wait I don’t have to try to remember, I can actually go to the DVD, Son of Brazilla, which Ian’s brother Allen and I worked on together several years ago.   

As Ian lay cuddled next to me on my bed, I asked myself was it weird to have slept with two brothers?  At separate times?  Far as I knew, a coupling like that hadn’t happened to me before and the situation certainly wasn’t intentional.  After all, it had been years since I did it with Ian’s brother, Allen, and this most recent meeting was purely accidental.   

Also, because so much time had passed in between fucks, I can’t say I could reasonably compare them.  Sure I definitely remember these two boys’ oversized girths, but I couldn’t hold up a spreadsheet to comment on who was a better knobby-giver or who came more.  In order for that to happen, I’d need to have another go with Allen and since I didn’t plan on traveling to Oz just to find out, that wasn’t an option.   

Or was it? 

Thoughts of shagging the brother ran through my head when Ian let it slip his brother was going to be in L.A. in a couple of days on his way back from Chicago to

Sydney.  I also wondered whether Ian knew about his gay brother’s gay porn star past?  How could he not, what with all the fierce gossiping tongues in the gay community.  Before, porn was something relegated to the back rooms in bookstores and bars, people knew who was getting paid for their penile skills, they just weren’t as open or revealing with what they knew, out of fear people’d judge them for watching it, which everyone already did anyway, okay, talking in circles here… 

Ian invited me over for dinner and drinks so I could have a reunion of sorts with his brother.  I was down with that, but asked if it might be better for Allen and me to meet first.  I didn’t want Allen to freak out when he saw me, I wanted to make sure if he wanted to keep our celluloid hook-up a secret, that’d be fine by me, however, Ian nixed the separate meeting; he wanted to be there to see the look on his brother’s face. 

When I went to the door, my palms were sweaty for some super strange reason – was it because I didn’t feel right surprising Allen or was it cause I actually liked Ian?  In the days since we had met, Ian and I had spent most of our free time together; he was someone who not only got me sexually, but also mentally, which is a pretty rare thing to find.  I’ve always said meeting someone in bed and having a great time is the easiest part of a relationship, but finding that person to bond with – that’s what really takes commitment.   

Ian greeted me at the door, gave me a big kiss.  My heart beat like crazy mad.  He led me into his apartment, introduced me to Allen, who remembered me immediately, almost too immediately I felt as he rubbed my back and tried to slip his hand past the waistband of my jeans, right in front of his brother.     

After dinner at home, we swung past the Abbey, East West and Eleven; Ian and I wanted to go home, we were sure Allen would be ready to call it a night as well, given that his body clock was still a couple of hours ahead of ours, but we were wrong, he decided to stay.   

Back at Ian’s place, Ian and I relaxed in bed, blew each other, then passed out before Allen returned.  

In the middle of the night, Ian woke me up to have sex.  Never one to pass up the opportunity to engage in nocturnal fun, we rubbed our sleepy bodies against one another, groping, rubbing, touching in the dark, which soon lead to kissing, massaging and, of course, mutual sucking when all-of-a-sudden, I had the strangest sensation, I knew that I had Ian’s mondo dick in my mouth and vice-versa, but then what in earth was rubbing in between my ass cheeks behind me?   

As I was about to leap out of bed, Ian held me in bed. 

W.T.F is going on?!!!   

“Don’t worry,” Ian said.  “It’s okay, nothing to be worried about.”   

I spun around, stared at Allen, who was now rubbing my shoulders, telling me to relax.  He said that ever since we had had sex years ago, he wanted to do it again, he couldn’t believe it when Ian said he had met me.  For years after, he had jerked off to me.   

Flattered as I was, I was still a little spooked by what was going on.  I looked at Ian for some more explanation, but he was too busy sucking me off as if nothing big had really happened.  In fact, he was so calm that I realized, this probably wasn’t any big deal for him, they had done this before.  That’s right, my epiphany came at 3:15 a.m.:   

I was the one who was the prey and I had fallen right into their trap.  Once I figured that out, I had to decide whether I’d be cool with this set-up and you know what I figured?   

If two brothers can fuck the same girl, then why can’t two brothers get it on with another guy?  So long as they’re not sticking it inside each other, then why shouldn’t I have a little fun, a taste test so to speak.  I made damn sure for the rest of the night I was the one in control. 

To be continued…

The strangest thing happened to me last night.  I was hooking up with this luscious lifeguard from

Australia, yes, one of the ones with those sweet Speedos that go right up their ass cracks, and I kept thinking to myself, have we hooked up before?  Ian, the bloke, assured me this was his first trip to the States and since I hadn’t made it down under, at least not that way, then it was impossible for us to have met.  I must’ve been thinking of someone else.   

No worries, I mused as he and I were still standing in my carport, hands groping, tongues wagging and cocks bulging, I’d get to know him and see whether his confidence in the bar translated into brilliance in the bedroom.  Don’t know about you, but it has always struck me as curious when a guy seeks you out, makes all the first moves, essentially chases you down, but then once you land in bed, he wants you to take charge.  It’s like the predator becomes the prey.  

In any case, I had nothing to worry about.  He spotted me in the bar and made the initial approach, but then I bought him a drink; he made first body contact by putting his arm on my shoulder, I wrapped my hand around his waist and felt him up and down a wee bit.  By the time we arrived in my carport, we were both shirtless and both so all over one another it was clear we were both going for it. 

We barely made it into my loft.  He gave me a blowjob or ‘knobby’ as he called it.  I decided that it’d be nice also to have his cock in my mouth at the same time so I moved around and boy was I caught off guard when I pulled down his jeans and Aussie bums. 

Ian’s uncut, mega fat schlong wasn’t just big, it was ginormous.  He was so huge around it was hard for me to stuff it into my face all at once.  I did the best I could, but literally it was like being a kid and trying to put too much in your mouth at once and then not being able to breathe and feeling like the sides of your mouth are gonna split apart.   

After slurping and sucking and milking his mega fat schlong for a good 30 minutes, I was pleasantly surprised he was still rock hard all the way to the tip.  Sometimes with dicks that go above and beyond in length or girth, you sacrifice hardness.  Not with Ian.  He had such a beautiful cock, I was kinda wishing he’d deflate a little and then I could sit on it because, of course, Ian wanted to fuck me.   

Ha, I almost laughed in his face, but not because of anything except for the fact that it was refreshing to have someone with such massive manhood who wanted to put it to good use.  In my opinion, there are few things more frustrating than when you get guys with really giant dicks who only want to bottom. 

I managed to turn the situation around, convincing Ian to let me stick it in him.  I mounted him doggie style and cradled my one hand around his chest and the other on his beer can-sized cock.  I pushed and withdrew so many times, his tight sphincter nearly brought me to orgasm three or four times in less than ten minutes.  But I wasn’t going to stop there.   

I made him lie on his back on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide, one foot resting in each of my hands for support and I pumped his ass ferociously.  I was pile driving him so hard, he had to grab hold to the side of the bed to stay in the same place.  Sweat dripped from me onto him.  I was getting such a workout, he amazed me in that it had already been another twenty minutes of this and still, his hole hadn’t loosened up a bit, it was still clenched around my dick.   

I was getting ready to cum.  But as I kept pumping him, playing with his cock, I started to waver, was I being a fool for not giving it a try?  Why not partake and deal with the consequences of not being able to walk comfortably for a few hours after he sends me into a state where it feels like you’ve inhaled your last breath.   

As I stared at Ian’s oversized dick, I just kept thinking over and over, how do I make it past that first moment, because his supersized penis did not look super forgiving.   

I decided I had to have it.  He was stoked.  He wanted to switch positions, but I was like, ‘no fucking way, if this is gonna happen, it’s gonna be on my terms.’  I had him slide back on the bed.  I climbed on top, one leg on each side of his body, mentally preparing myself for him.  He suggested he eat my ass, that would help.  No convincing necessary.  I lowered myself onto his face, my balls t-bagging his eyes and nose as he lubed me with his mouth and put a condom on at the same time.  He also smartly added a digit, then two, then three to help me prepare for the monster member.  It was as if I could hear the music from Rocky, I could do it.   

I slid my body back, let his cock rub up against my ass crack.  I tweaked his nips.  He massaged my ass, my chest, the inside of my legs, turning me on big time.  I was ready.  I lowered myself onto his dick, which still hadn’t deflated in the least, damn, I was hoping it would’ve, at least initially.  With just the head inside, I had to pull out not once, but four times to give me some time to adjust.  Finally on the fifth try I was able to push past the pain and let him fully penetrate me.  Remember what I said about my lips splitting?  I was so sure that any second now, my whole body would break into two.   

Now I’m not usually a moaner, but when you got one of these inside of you, you make some real noise, guttural sounds even.  And as soon as I heard that sound, something which I hadn’t made but maybe one time before, I was transported back in time to when I was doing a film in Brazil, set on this small island off the coast of Salvador, and curiously enough I wasn’t paired up with a Brazilian dude, I was having sex with this English guy who really didn’t have an English accent, but an Aussie one – they didn’t know the difference, a grunt’s a grunt.  Anyway, the guy I was paired up with – his name was Allen and I tried several times to swallow his whole fucking dick, then sit on it, but it was too fucking big.  He apologized for his massive circumference.  It was definitely a problem not just for him with boys, but also with his brother, who was being dumped by girls because of his girth.  His brother’s name?   

Ian. 

To be continued… 

I love ‘em.  Almost as much as I love jeans that really hug a man’s ass.  Yeah, don’t get me wrong, with some low riders, you get to see serious ass crack, and when it’s good, I never pass up the chance, though it doesn’t leave too much up to the imagination.  What I like a helluva lot more is when you got a guy with assets and he fills them out proper.  

We met at a birthday party on Saturday for one of my studio stars held in the private party rooms upstairs at the House of Blues.  There were drinks galore, along with serious man tit and muscles parading around the room, so much so it was too much for me to handle, the cliché would be a kid in a candy store, but since I’m that kid practically every day, I guess I’d have to describe it as pheromone overload, which is saying a lot.   

I grabbed a Grey Goose v & t and stepped onto the fire escape for some fresh air.  I watched the valets running like mad, speeding with people’s car into a parking lot so small I’ve never understood where they put everyone’s vehicles.  The guy next to me wondered the same thing.  That’s why he always walked – even though he had a killer hike up the hill to get home, he could make it to his house faster than he could if he had to wait.   

His name was Matt.  And despite all the crazy-good-looking men parked in the room less than fifteen feet away, he was who I wanted to hook up with.  I didn’t realize how tall he was until he stopped leaning against the banister; I did know his scruffy face, messy-straight hair and fantastic guns for arms made me want to get to know him in a horizontal way soon.   

Matt hadn’t planned to come tonight, his friend Michael, who was inside, needed a ‘walker’ to get through the festivities.  Michael’s ex was the host of the birthday party and apparently they had some things to work out – like Michael still being in love with the birthday boy.  So Matt agreed to come for support, only to be ignored by Michael once the couple made up again.  Matt was thinking about leaving, that’s when I found him outside.  I was glad he had been in limbo and suggested we blow this pop stop and go someplace else.  He was keen on the idea.   

As we got to the valet, it was a mad house; we waited fifteen minutes, then they told us they couldn’t get my car out cause the valet lost the keys of the Land Rover behind me and until they located the owner of that SUV and got a replacement set, well, they were really sorry.  They gave me two passes for the show of my choice.  Done deal, I’d get the car tomorrow.  Sans car, Matt invited me back to his place – if I could handle the walk.   

As we made our way up the hill, we worked up a sweat.  It was worth it, though, especially when I had to traipse behind him a couple of times.  Matt has a choice ass.  High and tight, jeans fit him perfectly, they weren’t snug as to be obscene.  Same with the legs – I knew when the jeans came off, and yes, they were going to come off, I wouldn’t find myself with a bucket of skinny-ol’ legs.  I gave them a pinch.   

Matt let out a ‘heh-heh,’ kept going before we were walking side-by-side.  He reached over, grabbed my hand, which was a little sweaty.  I don’t know, but walking along together in the hills above

Hollywood with a guy who I met less than 60 minutes ago sent my heart racing.  It could’ve been the walk, but I knew it probably had more to do with him.   

Still walking up the hill, I slid my hand under his shirt.  A smooth back, felt good.  A little sweaty, that’s okay, there’d be more of that.  He turned, kissed me and marched me past the front gate and instead of heading directly inside to indoor bliss, we snuck around back to where a wrap-around balcony offered va-va-voomy views of the city.  

He kissed me.  I kissed him.  We wrapped our arms around each other and I don’t know if it was the fact he was pissed at his friend or that we had a strenuous hike up the hill that got us all worked up and horny or if it was the warm city air that enveloped the hills, but we went from caressing to manhandling in about thirty seconds.  Matt’s scruffy face was soon leaving wonderful light brush burns on my face, my neck, my chest.  I left bruises on him as I bumped him into the railing, the side of the house, over a patio chair and onto the ground.   

Lips locked, hands probing, I tore off his clothes and vice-versa.  We were naked out on the concrete floor when my foot hit water, it was only then I realized there was a pool on this deck.  I wanted to pick him up and throw him in the water, but I didn’t want him to cool off in the least.  His musky scent attracted me even more as I rolled him first onto his back and sucked his nipples to within an inch of them leaking before turning him over and feasting on his wonderful ass.   

I licked his hole up and down, round and round till he moaned so loud I wondered if

Johnny Depp would wonder what or who was making such a racket.  Matt’s fuzzy hole beckoned, puckering and then releasing, revealing little bits of pink as I rimmed.  He wanted me inside him and he wanted it now.  His only request – that he could see me pound his ass.   

NP.  He spun round, lifted those legs as I popped on protection.  He didn’t even want a towel underneath his back, the pleasure-pain principal of every pump leaving him with a mark made his already huge cock throb.  A spectacular bottom, he was.  His legs rested on my shoulders, my dick was deep inside of him and I played with his schlong, over and over bringing him so close to cumming, but then I pulled back from jerking him off, I wanted him to shoot copious amounts of cum, and then when he wasn’t expecting it, I reached down and started with his dick again, alternating thrusts with jerks until he was begging me to let him shoot.   

After widening his canal, I kissed him, whispered in his ear to go for it as I put my cock into overdrive.  We hit a rhythm, he blew his load onto my chest.  When he finished sending splooge everywhere, I rolled him over with my cock still deep inside him so I could see his awesome ass.  I pumped him hard and fast, not knowing how much longer he’d let me stay inside now that he had cum.   

Matt’s fine ass didn’t jiggle as I nailed him, it was that good of an ass and finally, after another ten minutes of me getting a second cardio workout, I slipped out of his hole, pulled off the condom and sprayed his ass with my boys.  His ass still dripping with cum, he leaned back and we kissed and kissed and kissed.  I pressed his back into mine, my semen glued us together and the next thing we knew, it was the next morning and his friend Michael was standing over us, with his boyfriend, laughing at the crusties everywhere. 

I’ve never been into accessories when it comes to sex.  But I get the need to spice things up from time to time.   

Yesterday, I ran errands ISO a new printer/copier/fax.  Armed with tunnel vision, I didn’t notice the tasty morsel standing in front of me.  Well, I did notice in that he blocked the item I hoped to buy, so I had to ask him to move.  He apologized and from there we struck up a convo about office machines and how they’re supposed to make your life easier, but in the end, we become so dependent on them that when something goes wrong, life only becomes more difficult.   

Owen could relate.  He was looking to buy a new laser printer, but the new machines cost more than he wanted to spend.  I had an idea – I was getting rid of mine, if he wanted to give me say, one-hundred bucks for it, I’d let him have it, plus I’d throw in an extra developer cartridge that I hadn’t even opened.  Him buying the machine would save me the hassle of selling it online or taking it to a recycling center.  I assured him the only reason I was looking to upgrade to this combo was to cut back on space in my office. 

He helped me carry this monstrosity from the store to my car and from my car to my apartment.  Once inside, he checked out the printer, saw it was the real deal and agreed to take it off my hands.  As I prepared to get the printer cleaned up, he ducked behind the desk to unplug the cord and it was then that I got a great view of his ass.   

He had a hairless bubblelicious booty with a butt plug plunged deep in his anus. 

Owen quickly pulled his pants up, hoping I didn’t see.  He blushed, tried to make a hasty exit, but I assured him that was cool with me, I definitely understood that need.  He thought I was kidding until I opened the secret drawer in my coffee table, which revealed not only condoms and lube, but also a couple choice sex toys that some old tricks have left me to guard.   

Owen stared at me, perplexed.  He hadn’t until that moment made the connection that I might be gay.  To prove that we were on the same team, or at least that we both like anal pleasures, I walked right up to him, put my arm around his waist.  He resisted for a nanosecond as I slid my hand down the back of his pants and tugged the butt plug gently.   

With my hand down his pants, securely holding onto the plug, I knew Owen couldn’t / wouldn’t move away from me; as I slowly started to push and pull it, rotating it slightly in his ass, he decided he no longer wanted to escape.  Owen was thrilled to be in this position.   

I was glad to have him.  Five foot eight inches tall, developed forearms, a good upper body, short dirty blonde hair, nice chin and lips.  He was what I’d call a newbie to

Los Angeles, the really sexy before picture, before the scene takes over if you let it.  

Owen wondered aloud he should probably leave.  I surmised there was someone waiting at home for him, someone who told him to keep this plug inside of him all day.  I promised Owen I wasn’t going to remove the plug, we could definitely work around it.  He was intrigued.  Holding onto to the plug, I led him backwards into my bedroom, but not before grabbing my camera.  Was he okay with that?  So long as I didn’t capture his face, he was cool.   

I pulled Owen onto the bed, rolled him on his stomach, lifted his mid-section. I unbuttoned his jeans with my free hand, slid them down, leaving them tangled around his feet as I continued to twist and pump his tight, tight ass with the plug.  With an unimpeded shot of his butt, I could see this wasn’t an introductory plug, the way it crested, it had to have been the size of an orange.   

Owen removed his shirt, but before he could slip it off his head, I took the long sleeves and tied his arms together.  He looked at me wondering what he was in for, but when he saw my playful and not crazy psycho expression, he grinned, he knew I would take care of him, which is what a guy who wears a butt plug around during the day is after, no?   

I pushed him onto his side and sidled up next to him in bed.  We kissed, his soft skin on his face felt nice, he only had a few splotchy areas of stubble.  I looked at his body, he was basically hairless, the only fuzz I found were his trimmed pubes, he knew exactly what I was thinking, he told me he was 22 and that all the men in his family were like smooth.   

I moved down to his pecs, which were firm and small.  He explained he was bulking up as I kissed my way down his happy trail and reached his dick, slightly curved with a mushroom head, seven inches with a birthmark on the side.   

As I blew him, I played with the butt plug inside his ass.  With every plunging motion I made with my hand, his cock hardened, grew, leaked inside my mouth.  I was sorely tempted to take the plug out and replace it with my cock, but true to my word, I decided this boy, who was always being controlled at home, would finally get some real pleasure of his own.  

I sucked him off for the next hour, bringing him as close as could be to cumming before reverting to playing with his ass, tweaking his nipples, kissing.  Man, he was edging like a mofo.  Every time I’d go down and sense he was about to blow, I pulled back.  He writhed in absolute ecstasy as I sucked and shot pictures of his beautiful body splayed out on the bed, ass in the air, cock on top, legs pulled back to his shoulders with the plug moving back and forth on its own.   

Then as I also found myself extremely worked up, I fed my cock into his mouth and vice-versa, while still plunging his toy in and out of his hole, keeping it just barely inside, but really pushing hard on the way in until he and I could hold it no longer and at the last possible moment, I retreated from his mouth and I moved my face aside from his cock and our seed coated his chest, some of it colliding mid-air.   

Afterwards, I lay next to him on the bed, exhausted, my jaw sore.  Owen thanked me, but he had to go, he had a long drive.  I offered to send pictures to him, but he said it’d be better if I kept them here, would that be okay?  Sure.  I didn’t mind, maybe he’d be back for them someday.   

Anytime, Owen.  Anytime. 

As I rammed my dick into a majorly hunky guy in the back row of the empty Walt Disney Music Hall, I realized this escapade will forever rank near the top in terms of sexual trysts in public places.  But how did I get here? 

Well, I was rear-ended on the boulevard as I was on my way to shopping on

Beverly.  The guy who hit me – no real damage done, I wasn’t injured as well – turned out to be a mega cute preppie bro who, after we exchanged insurance info, asked me out.   

That’s right, he hit me, then he hit on me. 

What could I say?  He was a babe in Burberry with a blessed-be body.  

The next day, he asked me out to dinner.  Unfortunately, I was getting ready to go out of town for a long weekend and was booked up for when I got back; he suggested if I could get my adorable butt downtown, he’d buy lunch and give me tour of the music hall.   

I decided to be decidedly un-L.A. by hopping onto the metro and hoofing it on the rails, so to speak.  I didn’t know whether I was crazy or not to let the guy who hit me take me out to lunch, but again, I figured it’d be good insurance to make sure my car got fixed all proper. 

Sean – that’s his name – met me in the lobby of the music hall and, true to his word, he bought me lunch at Ciudad and gave me behind-the-scenes tour of the center – the practice rooms, the storage space, even showing me security details that had to be implemented after the building became one of

L.A.’s top tourist attractions.   

As we walked along the upper seats, way in the back, he and I sat down for a moment; a rehearsal with Esa-Pekka was underway on stage.  The acoustics blew me away even from the nosebleed seats, we could hear as if they were playing ten feet away from our faces.   

He leaned over and kissed me.   

I felt like a little kid in a high school auditorium, would we get in trouble?  Obviously the sight lines were clear, the musicians could easily spot us if they were looking.  Not to worry he pointed out, the lights shone on the musicians and these seats, the last row and on the right, were a blind spot for most of the symphony.   

We were serenaded as we kissed.  Then I realized there was no more music in the arena.  I pulled away from him, I saw the entire hall was deserted – no more musicians, no technicians – even the lighting had been dimmed.  I felt like I was in the back of a seedy movie theater that cost more than any movie theater I’d ever been in before.   

My wondering if he would go down on me in a theater didn’t last very long; he crouched in the row, leaned his arms on mine, unzipped my fly and stuck his hands inside.  He fondled my penis, coaxing it out of my jeans and into the open air.   

I leaned back.  He focused on my tip, mostly, kinda like in those Eastern European vids and jerked me off with his hand.  When I pulled him closer, he gagged once or twice.  I told him to lick my balls instead, cup them in his mouth.  He kinda did it, but really he focused mostly on my inner thigh – which I did like.  I put my cock in his mouth, thrust a bit and he swallowed, but not in a sexy, horny manner.  What was that all about?  I showered.  I trimmed.  I wasn’t leaking – that much. 

And then something dawned on me.  Since the accident happened, I had been in touch with my insurance company, but strangely enough, I hadn’t heard word one from his, nor had my representative.  I peered at this prepster who sucked maybe not cause he wanted it but because he knew that he could scarcely afford to pay for the damages on his car, let alone mine.   

I leaned forward a little, pulled him up toward me, making him pause before anything else happened – and there passed a moment of recognition – Sean realized I had figured out what this fuck was all about.  I thought about throwing him from the edge of the theater to the seats below, but what would that solve?  Nothing.  I thought about fucking him so loudly his boss would find out and he’d be out of a job, but I knew I’d never see my money.  So I decided to go forward and do what he calculated might be the best situation for both of us.   

I strapped on a condom, had him straddle the seats and sit on my dick.  His eyes watered, his breathing totally changed.  I know I’m bigger than most, but not that big.  I moved my hips a little, he winced.  As I held his average-sized dick in my hand, I thought, well, I guess he’s a top, he’s never bottomed before and then that’s when the hamster in my brain woke up and I realized what had REALLY been going on: 

Sean wasn’t a homo, he was a BREEDER.  He was letting me fuck him to get out of a jam. 

Well, he had another thing coming because there was no way in hell I was gonna let him get off without paying.  I’d get off, but he’d still have to pay.  So with that in mind, I pulled him close, I used that hole like mad.  I pumped him crazy hard with him on my lap, then I stood him up and bent him over the row in front of us, where I plowed his ass with serious thrusts that nearly broke the back of the seat.  Our fucking was loud, the noise echoed throughout the chamber.   

I was fucking him so hard and he was so tight, I came in my condom inside of him.  I reached around, his cock was semi-hard.  Conflicted boy, this Sean.  Then as I went to pull out, Sean was so nervous, he squeezed so hard around my dick, my condom decided to stay put inside of him.  

I zipped up, apologized and nabbed his wallet.  Since he had no insurance, Sean could plan on getting his wallet back as soon as he came up with the money to fix my car.   

That or he could service me twice a week for the next several months.  His choice. 

THAT IS THE QUESTION.  Now why can’t I do both?  What if I were to film him while fucking?  That would be fine, but I probably wouldn’t have as much luck getting him to model.  It’s definitely one thing to be in front of the camera when it’s in the privacy of one’s property, but having it released to the Internet, that takes a special kind of guy.  Like Leo, maybe I should go ahead and sign him and have my way with the Russian.  Guess I’ll see how the date goes. 

I telephone Sergei the day after I see him at the gym.  We chat, he sounds thrilled to hear from me, a little nervous actually.  We decide to have dinner together, how about tomorrow night?  If I’m not afraid of motorcycles, he’ll pick me up at 7.  I’m down with motorcycles – especially since it means I’ll get my hands around him within the first few minutes of the date.   

He swings past my place.  I swing my leg onto his bike – a sweet BMW that speeds down the road so fast, I’m glad I have someone thick to hold onto.  As my hands rest on his mid-section, just below those Adonis-y pecs, my cock grows in Diesel-lyn, pokes its way skyward.  I wonder whether he can feel my attraction through his jeans.  I also consider how awesome it would be to fuck him on the back of the motorcycle as he drives, though I suspect that might be easier said than done what with the bike being subject to intense thrusts that could send us flying into a ditch.   

We eat at Traktir, a small Russian restaurant, which offers a memorable meal.  The trio vereniki (Russian-style dumplings) and lamb kabob were spectacular, I’m always glad to sup at new places where you don’t find the regular Weho food and boy crowd, you know?  Also, what made this meal intriguing is how much Sergei and I hit it off.  Initially he was nervous, wanting to make sure I am having a good time, almost like a little boy, except that he has such big gestures.  Some might say where did the sexy go, but his considerate behavior earns him bonus points.  Now I am thinking I don’t want to ask him to model, no way, no how.   

He smiles.  His blue-grey eyes are so clear, I want to throw off the dishes, make him climb onto the table and let me mount him right here and now.  But alas, that would have to wait.   

Somehow we get on the topic of fantasies, like what’s the perfect place to live, what’s the perfect job and, of course, the perfect sex?  After having lived in many cities around the world, Sergei wants to check out

L.A. for a while longer, he’s only been here for about six months and so far, what he has seen, he likes.  Plus, the work is good.  He’s a carpenter, he makes three times more here than what he’d get at home.  He keeps his own hours and he likes working with wood.  I told him I do, too.  Sexually, he admits he enjoys being watched by a third party when having sex.  Does that throw me?  I grin.  I think I might be able to have my cake and eat him, too. 

Back at my apartment, we quickly end up on the sofa – first our bodies brush up against one another as we talk.  He takes off my shoe, starts rubbing my foot.  I do the same to him.  As the conversation deepens, he slides closer to me, rubbing my calf, then my thigh, alternating between legs.  I can’t wait for him to move higher up.   

We scooch closer, my legs wrap around his and vice-versa.  We kiss, letting our tongues probe each other’s mouth as our hands explore each other’s body.  Having already felt him up from behind, it is great to have the chance to touch him head on.  He has really, really meaty pecs that beckon, but they will have to wait as we are busily sucking serious face.   

After many minutes pass, I unbutton his shirt, he does the same to me.  We tweak each other’s nips as we tongue wrestle some more.   

I push him back onto the sofa.  I make my way to his crotch via his armpit, which is sexy as all get out, then work my way across his torso, paying close attention to his amazing abs, and – well let’s just say I didn’t have to unbutton his pants to find his gigantic dick.   

I kid you not – this was an eleven incher that doesn’t just poke out, it POKES out of his pants.  I go to work, paying close attention to the tip, which really makes him squirm, oh those unexposed nerves being licked excited him big time.  I wonder – would I be able to take it?   

I am not going to give him the opportunity to go for it.  I suck his balls, lick and finger his ass and prepare to plow him.  He lifts his legs, rests them against my shoulders as I pop on a condom.  I push my cock into his hole, he takes it inch by inch until I am deep inside of him, he moans, pulls me close to his face, kisses me.  Then he does something I have never seen anyone else do.   

Sergei bends his very, very, very big dick back toward his hole and he somehow manages to stuff it inside his ass and self-fuck himself with my dick stuffed as well.   

For a moment, all I could think of was how does this guy not have a broken penis?  But that is not my problem and, truth be told, having the extra cock lined up with mine makes his hole even tighter, which gets me really going even more, the friction generated down there is so smokin’, I worry the condom might melt.   

Harder, faster, harder, faster.  That’s what he tells me to do, so I really dig my heels into the sofa and send my hips diving into him, I am literally dripping sweat on his face and chest.  Some sweat rolls down his nose and onto his lip, he laps my sweat as we fuck and fuck and fuck and then I could tell by the way his eyes disappear into the back of his head, he is cumming, not on the outside, but inside himself, so as soon as he finishes, I slide out and tear off the condom and shoot my load onto him, the seed mixed with my sweat making a cocktail mess of boy juice.  

Lying in post-orgasm mode, I know as much as I want to share him with the rest of the world, I have already crossed the line.  I can’t ask him to model now.  Sergei rolls over onto his side, still dripping in spunk and reminds me I never answered the questions about fantasies, the perfect city, etc.  Well, it’s now or never.  I come clean.  He sits quietly.  I don’t know what he’s thinking, I figure he’s processing and will be out the door in five, but he surprises me yet again when he asks – did he get the job?  Isn’t this the audition? 

I nearly piss myself laughing, but more importantly, I hire Sergei on the spot.

In search of a new model, I first met with Leo, the bank manager; he contacted me by sending an application and photos.  Let’s just say Leo turned out to be one fine candidate.   Super comfortable with nudity, great body and his cock stayed rock hard.  He’s also super telegenic.  I was ready to sign him on the spot, but remembered the last time I signed a dude on the spot without waiting to check out the competition the other guy ended up becoming a megastar. 

So how does one approach a guy who belongs to your gym and ask if he’s interested in making excellent money by posing naked and having sex on camera?  Oh and not with women, but with hot guys?  Believe it or not, it’s not as difficult as it sounds, so long as you’ve got the right personality.  If you’re much older than your mark, you might as well not try cause you’ll come off skeevy.  Or if you’re insecure about the whole thing, there’s no way you’ll succeed.   But if you’re laid-back, good-looking and confident, that’s a big part of bagging a babe, so to speak.   

The worst part of this particular situation is having to make contact with Sergei at the gym.  Yes, it is pick-up central, and guys do it all the time.  But that’s precisely the reason as well.  I’m not looking to have sex with him, I wanna shoot him having sex with others – it’s a business traction, not romantical in the least.   But I know of no other way I can meet him unless I follow him as he leaves the gym, which is stalking and I’m so not into that.   

I arrive at the gym around the time Sergei’s usually there, I don’t see him.  I start my work-out and am halfway through my routine when he plops down at the machine next to me.  He’s letting his hair grow, something to grab onto, I think.  He’s dressed in a tank where the fabric covering the shoulder is maybe one inch across; his gigantic pecs pop out the shirt.  The side of the T is cut away, revealing ribs and a trim waist.  He’s wearing long nylon shorts – the only reason I’m telling you that is cause today he’s freeballing.   

I’m about to start up a convo with him when he leans back on the bench press.  His bulge reveals a wonderful cock, dressing left.  He benches 220 –impressive – 15 times – almost as impressive.  As I change the weights on my bar, he asks would I spot him?  Sure.  He jumps up to 250 – shit the first one was a warm-up.   He powers through his set, then gets up to spot me.   

I don’t really need a spotter, but I let him.  I lie back, he stands behind me and when I prepare to lift the bar, I can see directly up his shirt, his pec looks like the edge of an overfrosted cupcake, waiting to be licked.  Heaven.   

As Sergei completes two more sets, which I gladly help him with, I sense a really strong chemistry between us.  Not sure why, but it’s there.  He’s not looking at me like I am at him, but I feel the electricity, the sexual tension dripping off him.  That is something that can’t be taught.  Does Leo have this?   

I lie on the bench for my last set.  I up the weights by 15 pounds, knowing this leap will really push my muscles.  I get through five, then six – I wanna do ten reps, but find it really hard until he steps in and helps, and by steps in I mean his one foot bends forward and somehow his shorts are caught on his thigh in such a position when he leans to lift he bar that I have a clear shot up his left leg and spot his luscious scrotum and dick looking right back at me.   

Either Sergei doesn’t have a clue or he doesn’t care.  The mere glimpse of that is enough to push me through the next four reps, plus two bonus ones.  If I get him to sign, he’ll be a top seller.   

I finish the set, he thanks me for my help, then moves onto another machine.  As I stand, I realize I’m popping wood, I wonder if he noticed.  Maybe that’s why he checked out.  I also notice he’s picked up the pace a bit.  In the time it takes me to complete three reps, he does four.  He’s a machine.   

Feeling like this is not the right opportunity, I head to do cardio.  I’m running for ten minutes, I can’t stop thinking about Sergei – more specifically his crotch.  When this happens, it’s a great sign, I wish I knew if I scared him off.  I’m so deep in thought I don’t even notice him on the elliptical in front of me.   

Sergei displays the perfect ass that the gay guys here all want, even the straight guys check him out, he’s got that great of a bod.  I know that his ass deserves to be captured on film cause he’s not wearing anything underneath, nothing to prop it up and give it an artificial shelf.  Sergei’s ass is an eye-popper cause it’s all natural.   

I stop staring cause I’m starting to show and if I continue running, the rubbing in my shorts combined with the increasing sexual thoughts will lead to me having a jack-off moment right here in the open area of the gym.   

I head for the showers, I’m super tempted to rub one out, but decide to holdout for the possibility of hooking up tonight with a hottie.  On my way out of the gym, I’m stunned to see Sergei planted at one of the tables.  I give him a nod, acknowledging our working out together, figuring that maybe the next time I see him I’ll ask, but he surprises me, waves me over.   

Before I can ask him anything about whether he’d like to be in a film — he wants to know if I like Russian food?  I’m not sure where he’s going, I’m honest, blurt out I’ve never had it before.  He says we should grab some sometime.  He hands his phone number to me and shake his hand – his palms are super sweaty – it could’ve been the workout but I suspect it’s really from nerves.  

What am I to do now?  I wanna get him on screen, ask him to be a model, but now that he’s asked me out, the tables are totally turned.  It’s never a good idea to get involved with one of your stars, but sleeping with him once or twice – that wouldn’t be such a bad thing, right?  I decide that when something or someone falls into your lap, you gotta just go with it.  

I can’t stop myself, I’m pre-cumming so much in my shorts on the way home, I skip meeting my friend for lunch, I pull into my garage, dart upstairs to my loft where I shoot all over myself as I think about licking the sweat off that meaty boy’s asshole.   

To be continued… 

Recently I had a spot open for a new face after one of my boys decided to move out of the area and settle down with a nice farm boy he met at the L.A. Rodeo.  I wished him well, then started the process of roping me another dude.   

Now as you might surmise, finding new talent isn’t always the easiest thing to do.  Sure, I’m deluged with e-mails daily from guys, from guys’ boyfriends and girlfriends and from the occasional agent; each one comes with pictures and stats that do the hard sell.  I get so many of them I often thought about making a coffee table book with their photos, but my lawyer counseled me against it, too many legal issues concerning ownership, so you’ll just have to believe me when I tell you I’m up to my titties in cock action shots.   

After sorting through so many shots, I’ve developed quite a thick skin.  I hate to say it but you gotta be really spectacular to get my attention, and that doesn’t mean you have no body fat or a mondo dick (although that can help – a little), but it really means you have to possess ‘star quality,’ and that’s something you can’t photoshop or teach, it’s there or it’s not.   

So mostly when I go on my star search, I tend to try to do it in person, without the subject even knowing I’m checking them out.  Why?  Well, when you gaze at a photo, it can tell you only so much, but when you’re actually in the same room, suddenly you’re privy to see how they act, walk, whether they’ll look good on video, do they display any sexuality, etc.  (Because I just told you that, please don’t flood my office with piles of DVDs of you guys walking around.)  The downside of this method is not being able to convince someone to drop it all on screen. 

On this recent search, I had winnowed my candidates down to two guys.  Leo sent pics, which showed he had a marvelous body and a slyness that made me want to check him up at his office.  The other, Sergei, is a Russian who works out at my gym.  Every guy stares at him, he’s that hot – with half wondering if he was a former gymnast and the other half hoping that maybe he plays for their team and they can bring him home and pummel his horsemeat. 

I decided to start with Leo first, since I knew Sergei might be a bigger challenge.  Leo works for a bank in

Century City.  According to his application, he’s 26, 6’ 2”, 190 pounds, gay, comes from a big family and is single.  He has a degree in accounting, which helps to understand why he’s a manager at the financial institution, but this job is not what he wants to do forever.  He’s looking to start his own business based on an invention he created; he’s waiting for the patent to be approved and then he’s set to go.   

I entered the bank, asked about Leo.  He wasn’t in today, he was attending a conference in

St. Louis.  I returned the next day, he was stuck there due to weather, he’d be back this afternoon.  I thought, okay, he better be worth it.  I had some errands to run over on Abbott Kinney, I swung past on the return.  The moment I entered the bank, I thought is that the same guy who sent his picture to me?  Sure, he was the right height and weight, but he was dressed in such conservative wear that did nothing to show off what he claimed to be packing underneath.  Only when he moved in a certain direction could you tell his lats were built properly or when he bent down to pick up a paper did you see a truly amazing ass just waiting to be discovered.  I approached Leo, asked if he had a moment.  He misunderstood my intentions, he offered to have Elisa sit down with me, she could help.  As he called her over, I handed my card to him.  Leo looked at it, put two-and-two together, and without batting an eye, he re-directed Elisa to another customer.  Leo would love to talk, but since he was late today – I understood.  How about meeting for a drink later this evening or tomorrow for lunch?   

I arrived at Chaya Venice, Leo was already seated.  He looked remarkably the same – dressed in his banker’s clothes that did nothing to emphasize his body.  I began to wonder whether or not he was a wolf in sheep’s clothes.  We chatted about his work, about the food, about his upbringing and, of course, how he’d feel working in the adult industry.  A fan of my work, Leo had no qualms about it, although he did wonder how his family might react.  He thought they would be able to deal, but he correctly surmised one never knows until they’re in that situation.   

When the waitress arrived to clear the plates, I let it slip to her that Leo was involved in gay porn to gage his reaction.  The waitress flinched, but he did not, never turning red or trying to cover.  He seemed to be a real peach.  Now if I could just figure out a way to determine whether or not he was the real deal or not.  With his tie firmly ensconced around his neck, his French cuffs keeping his sleeves in place and his legs underneath the table, I knew we were going to have to get him into the studio.  How would he feel about that?   

Leo arrived the next day (Saturday) wearing a tracksuit and old Keds.  I had my friend Big Ed at the studio with me, to make sure I had a witness in case anything went jenky, but I wasn’t expecting any problems.  So without further ado, I asked Leo to take off his clothes and show me what he’s got.  He did just that and let me be straightforward with you – Leo was one of the gems who looks better in person than he does in his pics.  His pecs were perfectly defined, his abs rippled, his legs not chicken-y, but sculpted and his forearms were those of a professional baseball player.  He turned around, his ass – hairless, his legs – follicle friendly and his feet – quite attractive.   

Leo turned around and his dick was perfect – he has one of those penises that is proportionally perfect – the dick doesn’t hang below the balls, the balls don’t hang way way way below the tip of the dick, he doesn’t have one of those dicks where the skin is super dark when the body isn’t (I’ve never understood that), and his trim was just that.  It was all I could do to keep myself from making it hard with my mouth.   

Of course that was the next step.  So I asked him to get hard.  In under a minute, he was erect – and even dripping.  I asked him to stay that way for the remainder of the interview, which lasted about an hour and every time I checked, there he was, standing at full salute.  Did he have the job? 

Oh boy, Sergei’s gonna have to be a gem to top this one.   

To be continued…