Chris Neal, escort and bareback pornstar, looks like a throwback to another era...the era of 'rough trade,' a term that sounds terribly dated now but does come up now and then. Chris has an attractive, scruffy jarhead kind of look, enhanced by prison style tattoos all over, including his dick, a real turn for his fans. This recent video shows some recent ink work on his left arm, which is beginning to look like an oriental-inspired mural of color. Chris might or might not be Southern, but he surely reminds me of the white trash guys I grew up with in SoCal's tacky so-called Inland Empire. Chris Neal's fans won't be disappointed by this video...A Day in the Life...Chris playing with himself in the shower, Chris getting head in the gym, Chris fucking pornpup Billy Cochran in a chair, Chris fucking the pool boi, and finally Chris getting it from two black tops...on a bench. While not up to the quality of the Treasure Island Media products (against which all bareback porn must be compared), there is an early morning glow to the lighting, it goes to a faint pink with subtle shadows, which is...sexy. Recommended for Chris Neal fans. If a porn producer ever wants to make a bareback version of Sam Steward's Phil Andros stories, he should look into Chris Neal...the guy's a natural for Phil Andros, the quintessential black booted, leather jacketed rough trade of the '50's. Chris also has a nice, unaffected, soft vocal delivery.
Bareback Fuckers is a new video by AlphaMale Media...and it's a series of unrelated pairings of Euro couples. It's pretty middle class and the guys are in monogamous relationships, so while the models are decent looking, even hot by daddy standards, it's a bit like watching nice clean cut straight couples having sex in suburbia. Does that turn you on? If so, then this one's for you.
It's St. Valentine's Day and '60's starlet Olivia Hussey appears in person on stage at the Castro Theater's showing of Zeffirelli's Romeo and Juliet tonight. Last night I was going to go out to the Fruit Cocktail reading at A Different Light and then top it off with Brain Farts at the Outlook, but then it got windy and cold, and I got lazy and lost interest. Instead I stayed home for some autosex, helped along by What I Can't See 2, mostly as a warm up for the Cockpit Party tonight.
The bears are here for the International Bear Rendezvous! Hope the restaurants make a killing.
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