Viagara Poppin' Daddies

Whenever I'm down in Palm Springs, I try to plan my trip around a day pass visit ($5-10!!!) to the Helios Resort, a clothing-optional gay hotel...nice Spanish architecture arranged around a pool and with lots of outdoor play space.  And specifically, a day pass for a Tuesday, as that's the day when there's an open sex party featuring lots of daddy cock; and I make it my job to make sure that these men have a great time.  When I get there, I make a beeline for the slings, and I have never...never (and that's sayin' something) been disappointed.  Last week, I got my ass filled by a series of dads, most of whom were fueled by the power of the little blue pill, and they were all great...lots of piston drilling, strokin', dick punchin'...a good time was had by all.  The great thing about these Viagra parties is that the silver daddies are out to get their money's worth before the effect wears out, so they keep comin' back for more...there are repeats and team taggin'...there are times when it's the bottom who calls for a break.  And need I say (from experience) that mature men can be the best sex, and so much the better if they rely on pharmaceutical help.  So, if you are into daddies, and into poz dick and/or ass, I can recommend Helios-on-Tuesdays.  And Wednesday wasn't bad either...repeats, team taggin', etc.  One thing I should add: don't expect to be loaded up with cum; the actual loads are rare, but when they do shoot, they are intense.  And oh yeah, another thing, bareback video superstar Matt Sizemore doesn't work there anymore.  He would have been too professional to play with the guests, but he was sure nice to see when one checked in.  Palm Springs...Helios...Tuesdays...more.

Cameron Cruise Makes A Party

Down in the desert a couple of weekends ago, I couldn't pass up the chance to hit pspigslut's bareback party on the north end of town.  Now I've seen pornstars there before but usually I don't give out names unless I know the guy personally and know that he would be all right with my blogging about it.  I hadn't met Cameron before although I knew and admired his work which goes back a few years now, mostly as a bottom with his partner Tony DeAngelo.  Their website Bareback Masters has been a fixture on the bareback video scene for years, and as far as I know, is the only porn studio working out of Pismo Beach, an unpretentious little California beach town on the central coast about half-way between San Francisco and Los Angeles.  Pismo is the way Newport Beach must have been in the 1950's.  Both guys are openly poz barebackers and their stable of models reflects their catholic taste in men...there are some big name stars and starlets ready to break out, all hot.  There's a lot of toxic jism streaming at Bareback Masters.

The party in Palm Springs was the first one with decent enough weather for nightime outside play, but nobody was outside...so that made for a lot of close-in communal activity.  I was getting my share of dick, but I was waiting for a particular top who had RSVP'd on the Barebackrt party list, since he had fucked me before and I like his schtick: white trailer trash longhair motorcycle top slut who fucks anything that moves.  He happens to be a very nice guy.  One time we were talking about his plans to complete a Craigslist hookup at the local Motel 6, and he could put all his sentences together, and he sounded like a considerate type.  But I like his biker shit and wanted that poz dick up my butt in a very bad way.

Cameron showed up a little late and I recognized him right away.  He was getting a lot of dick and doing some topping, too.  I went up and introduced myself, told him what a fan I was.  Note: Cam is much handsomer in person and his personality comes across as it does not on video.  Of course, he doesn't say much in his videos: he leaves the communicating to his magnificent butthole...check out the website for a good look.  He also looks somewhat thinner, as the camera does make you look thicker or heavier, but in person Cameron Cruise is a slim, hot sex machine.   We chatted for a bit and then split up; after all this was a sex party.

From the sexpad, I could see the undressing room, and noticed the cycle slut had arrived finally...way later than usual, and it's getting past my bedtime.  He usually doesn't take much off, and adheres pretty much to the leather code, always keeps his hat and boots on.  So here I was, hoping to take that white trash schlong up my shithole, when the dude takes one look at Cam and he's off in Cam's direction, where I concluded he'd take his time and not be interested in anybody else after fucking some Cameron Cruise ass.  That was when I just bagged it, hoping that Cam wouldn't make it to the next party.  Like I said, it was way past my bedtime.

HDK's Bill Gardner Remembered

It's been over a week now since HDK founder, and Grandaddy of Bareback Porn, Bill Gardner, died of lung cancer in Delaware. Bill had returned Back East after his cancer diagnosis, about a year ago, but for years, he was a mainstay of the gay community and culture of Palm Springs, which is where I met him.
Bill was maybe the kindest, most unaffected guy I ever met, and his passing is a real loss for everybody, not just the gay community.
If you want to see and listen to this guy, check out "Sex/Life in LA Part 2," where Bill talks about bareback porn/ His good-natured self just comes across effortlessly and naturally. A reviewer of this video called him a 'happy chappie' and that about sums it up.
I did a little porn for HDK around the turn of the century, and was a loyal and frequent participant at the bareback parties hosted by Bill and partner John Singleton. These were truly the nastiest sex parties ever, thanks to the design and lighting of the expansive play space and all the pervs that seemed to come out of the woodwork to fuck like adrenalin-fueled fiends. I actually used to close the parties...at 4 a.m. as I recall...pig that I am and hoping for one last plug...I was NEVER disappointed. I never left sayin' 'well, that wasn't very hot.' Once I left a dildo behind...the play spaces were divided by hanging fabric (black, of course) creating piles of fabric on the floor, and my Doc Johnson get lost in there. I called Bill about the dildo...yeah, the guys had found it, and he sent it back to me by FedEx overnight...what a guy.
Bill never played during these orgies...he used to man the 'registration desk' and at times pulled security outside...this was in the north end of Palm Springs, an estate closed off by tall walls of trees, if you know the city, then you know how windy it gets up there.
He didn't play at the last party I saw him, either...at a subsequent house John & Bill had moved into on the more suburban south end. These parties were also fisting parties and I topfisted a hungry older bottom on the fuckbench, really working him over. I was too involved and didn't notice that Bill had been watching me. "I hope you'll fist me like that some day,' he said. He said this in a very affectionate way, almost fatherly, as ludicrous as that may sound. "Sure, Bill,' I said, meaning it too. Alas, it was never to happen.
Take care, Bill. I'll make it up to you when we meet again in that Big Playroom-in-the-Sky.

Sex in the Desert, Part One

I love the Palm Springs parties hosted by pspigslut. They are bare-bones, no bs, no frills affairs with slings, mattresses tossed on the garage floor, fuckbench, trashy tops and even trashier bottoms...this is not the barechest calendar crowd, and it is the hottest thing going in the desert, no looky-loos allowed. I checked in around 10 and saw a fairskinned latino daddy with a big dick and big gut, and one of those tattoos that looked like a variation of the biohazard tatt...in the small of his back. The minute I saw him I knew that I would have to have him.
I checked out the playspaces (they are divided by curtains of dark fabric) and saw a bottom splayed out on a plank, lookin' so hot that it got my dick hard. When he tired of waiting...his position had to be uncomfortable although I know some bottoms...like my bud Mike...who can keep the pose for a long time...I took over his spot, and within minutes got fucked by four tops, and finally by hot latin daddy. This was a nice long-dickin' and before long, there were those great swishy sounds of a fuckbone mixin' it up in my sloppy hole, my buttjuices and the precum of the other tops gettin' all whipped up into a toxic mess deep in my ass. Daddy didn't want to cum so early, so goddammit, he pulled out and started fucking a sleazy bottom with a bad case of B.O. who had claimed a nearby sling. His B.O. didn't discourage the gang of tops there that night, they fucked him one after the other. Finally Daddy pulled him onto the mattress and fucked him for a little while and then moved on. Meanwhile, a fisting bottom was scraming bloody murder in an adjoining play area.
But I was good...feelin' OK...a top doesn't have to cum in my ass to make me happy. I was happy just to get a taste of that hot dick, yowza, hell yeah!
Stinky bottom finally relinquished his spot on the mattress so I made my move...two bottoms on a mattress is just fine, some tops like to fuck an ass and then move on to the next ass and then come back to the first bottom...with buttjuice traded all around, which is fuckin' hot. Not more than a couple of minutes passed before I felt a finger probing my butthole, followed by a cock shoved up my asschute. What transpired was a non-stop 20 minute fuckin'...by...as it turned out...my ole buddy 'desert rat,' the energizer bunny. I don't know who pooped out first, but we called it off mutually, both of us totally played out. Desertrat is a great fuck with great endurance...I mean, non-stop fuckin', the guy never needs to catch his breath...but I don't think he's ever cum up my ass. Anyway, feeling satiated, I took a break, grabbed a Pepsi and saw that blackdaddy was leaving. It was about midnight, so I decided to bail and hit a bar for a nitecap, maybe something exciting will happen. After an hour of S&M (standing and modeling) at Toolshed...next to pornstar Lance Hancock...I made up my mind to hit the rack, but when I got to my condo, I fumbled with the security code at the gate and was denied entry. I tried again, but of course the security system went into defense mode and rejected me over and over again. Now here I was, in sweatpants and flip flops, shirtless and short on cash, locked out of my own place...1 a.m. in the hot desert night. What to do?

Senior Daddy Fuck, Palm Springs bareback parties

I've had good luck with daytime hookups, and everything was going right on a Friday afternoon...I was cleaned out, feelin' a little horny after watching porn and had a little time before headin' over to Wang's for happy hour (on Fridays they are not to be missed)...I was in Palm Springs. Within a few minutes of posting on Barebackrt, I got a ping from a senior dad living in a condo complex I was familiar with, closeby, too. The only thing I don't care for that much is the host's set up. I know, I know...if I care that much about the surroundings, the set up, why don't I just host? But I really do have an idealized notion of where to find the best sex: it's on a mattress on a concrete basement floor, or a mattress tossed in the patio or backyard...not in a middle class bedroom decorated with furniture from Levitz. I'm not being petulant, but I do keep wishing for the ideal. Dad admitted to being in his early 60's, and I've seen dads older than that at the Cathedral City Boys Club, pops in their 70's swinging their big dicks around...it's an aesthetic thing. Real slutpigs don't discriminate, we're after as much dick as we can get. Dad wasn't lying...he had a big one, and eventhough it never got ramrod stiff, it was thick and he knew how to shove it in to the hilt, which he did, fucking me doggystyle on his bed. Dad would plunge his thick stump as far as my ass could take it and then applied total pressure with the full strength of his body weight for a nice, deep fuck. He didn't cum, and of course I rarely cum anyway, but it was a nice start to the evening.
Had a couple at Wang's, met a new interesting guy whom I hope to see again, then had a beer at the Tool Shed before heading over to a party in Warm Sands which I had been looking forward to. It was pretty much a vanilla affair, lotsa guys with chemically-enhanced hard-ons but not doing much with those hard-ons. I mean, at a really hot party, a top on viagra will probably fuck (or at least try) every willing bottom there. The guys at this party behaved as if it were their first bareback sex party...I'm sure more than half were partnered, so there was a conventional, middle class aura to the whole thing. Some sucking, but mostly wandering around the nicely tended grounds (pool,spa,patio,playroom) and what little fucking I saw wasn't so hot...there weren't many bottoms around anyway, and it was hard to tell who wanted what...at the best parties there is absolutely no doubt about it. The hosts couldn't have been nicer, and it was crowd of nice guys, I'm sure, just too vanilla, too middle-class, too conventional. Stuart's parties on the north end of town remain the best parties in the desert for nasty guys lookin' to get down.

Palm Springs Garage Fuck

I am never 'on time' to a sex party. If it's supposed to start at 9 p.m., I won't show up until 10 or later. If the party closes at midnight, I'll check in around 11:45. I expect that it will take a couple of hours for a party to get going. That idea is so wrong. Especially in the case of the Sling Parties hosted by a nice couple in Palm Springs. The parties take place in a very large garage, with the play spaces divided by heavy dark fabric curtains. There are slings (at least 2), a fuck bench in its own small area, two separate areas each with a California King sized mattress. There's more outside, more slings, and a pool. Now I've been here before, and gotten fucked by some big dicks, one big black dude stands out...so I've got nothing to complain about, except being a major cumpig, I hate to miss out. As I checked in last Saturday night, the party had been going on for at least an hour, and the sex sounds, coming at me from every direction, got me going. I got in there as fast as I could and saw a massively-scaled black dude fucking a big white fuck pig bear. The guys were bears, 'technically,' but they were proportioned, not fat, and the top had a sensational bubble butt, which on a big man, is almost enough to make me cum. Watching this big black bubble butt work over this silver haired daddy, on his back with his fat wide feet in the air, got me semi-hard, which is really saying something. There was another top, a middle-aged dad, who was fucking every other bottom, but somehow for me, the timing was never right. I gave it an hour and then decided to bail...there was a 'Camo' Party going on at Helios. But then...the black daddy who had fucked me before...strolled by...he must have just got there. I know this dad can't resist my hot ass. I got on all fours on the mattress just vacated by bubble butt and white bottom pigbear...and within 5 minutes, big black daddy was fingering my ass. What followed was a rigorous, spirited, dedicated fuck and I was my usual loud-mouthed self...I don't moan, I don't wimper, I don't purr...I fuckin' yell, racial ('fuck that hot white ass!'), pozitive ('give me that poz load!'), ageist ('give me that young dick!')...my top slammed my poz ass with that big dick of his for a good 20 minutes, before shooting a massive load, accompanied by a sexy grunt. This fuck was so fulfilling that I didn't get horny again for whole week, only today (one week later) am I getting my groove back. I felt so good after that cum-thick session, I went straight back to my hotel...where there was nothin' goin' on (see the next post)...I went straight to bed...well, I watched a little of Dawson getting 'Loaded' as I got ready for bed...and then I wanked off nicely to the memory of black bubble butt fucking white pigbear. One thing, though: I've got to cool it down with the dirty talk...I was in a garage after all, separated from the street by only a short driveway. I'm sure not everyone in Palm Springs wants to hear a man's voice shouting 'fuck that ass!' in the otherwise still desert evening.

Cock Hungry in Palm Springs

It's been 115 every day for the past week, and that limits daytime action...no matter, I have been priming for pspigslut's party on Sat. night. I also planned to check out the action at Camp Palm Springs and the Helios Resort. But then I hooked up on barebackrt with a poz couple in Cathedral City, both of whom wanted to fuck my ass. I popped an ExenZe and made it quick for Cat City. They wanted me there no later than 10, and once there, in their dimly lighted house near a golf course, I went to work, sucking both men off, and following their lead to the bed where I was posed on all fours. What these guys like is to rim, and rim they did...I'm always afraid that I'll fart, but that never happened. The aggressive rimjob leads to some serious tag team fucking...one dad is the Rugged Type, with a 3-day growth of beard, and big shoulders and a big chest. The second dad is older but a Gymn Built Type...perhaps the best looking man of his age I have ever met. Rugged Dad fucked me religiously and dumped his poz load with a lot of noise and humping. Gymn Built Dad put me on my belly and proceeded to drill me thoroughly until he shot his poz load deep into my ass. Then it was over, I was out of there by 10:30. PSpigslut's doors lock at 11 so I got over there quick...it's a big house in a quiet neighborhood despite being on a major thoroughfare. The set up is in the garage...slings, gloryholes and a couple of platforms for fucking...and more slings and a swimming pool in the backyard. There was a lot of smoochy action in and by the pool, but that's not my scene, so I spent most of my time on the platform where a hefty Latino chub was getting fucked by a tall hot white dad...chub bottoms should always get on their bellies as they usually have sexy round bottoms begging to be parted and fucked hard. A substantial tall black daddy shoved his equipment into my face and I got him hard in no time...then he put me on the platform and fucked me to heaven...I was facing the Latin chub and kissed him and he kissed me back and it was hot, I love kissing another bottom while we're both getting fucked. Black Daddy shot his load in my ass and promptly disengaged. A white preppy type was getting drilled in a sling...by...an old trick of mine, Desert Rat. Desert Rat has fucked me several times at the Camp, and he should be called the Desert Energizer Bunny...he fucks and fucks and fucks with great gusto. I knew that he would be working on Preppy Guy for another half hour, and since Black Daddy was now working his big schlong up the Latino Chub's butt, I elected to leave right then...it was 11:30. I didn't want to go home since it was still early and I had 3 loads in my ass, and I was feeling all 3 loads, that urge to crap them out but of course I didn't want to do that. It's still fuckin' 95 degrees out, it's almost midnight and I'm shirtless, wearing really old worn camo pants and black flip flops...I'm sweating so much that my feet are sticking to the flip flops...I need a beer, and decided to hit the Tool Shed. I didn't like the way the bartender addressed me so I didn't give him a tip, I took my beer and did the standing and modeling routine, but the crowd wasn't out to meet up...it must have been CowGirl Night since there was a lot of western wear and not much leather of course since it's so goddamned hot. I decided to bag the Tool Shed and cruise Helios...if there are a lot of cars there, then I'll check in, the night time pass is $20. There are a lot of cars parked up and down the block, so it's a done deal. I staked out a place on the mattress in one of the playrooms, and decide I'll give it an hour...there seems to be a lot of looky-loos, but you never know. After about 20 minutes, I feel a probing and dick insertion, followed by a fierce fuck...the top slams his bod tightly against mine and does a quick, tough, steady rabbit fuck. As usual, my face is buried into the mattress but I do take a quick look at the full height mirrors all around and discover that the top is...Desert Rat! Black Daddy is also here. Desert Rat fucks me vigorously for about 20 minutes and takes a break...I don't think he recognized me...he just fucks and fucks, doesn't talk much though enough to tell me that he's neg and works as a teacher in the Hi-Desert. I stroll around the grounds and climb into the sling at the far corner of the enclave, and finger my ass and use the cum that trickles out to lube my dick for a jerk off. I'm having trouble getting hard...does ExtenZe work? For the good-sized crowd, there are probably 50 to 60 guys here, there is not that much action, and it's getting late, about 1:30 and I do have to drive back to San Francisco in the morning...so I bag Helios, grateful for the sexy ambiance and Desert Rat. As I make my way out I pass another outdoor sling where Desert Rat is busy fucking some bald guy. The guy's incredible...what does it take it make him cum? When I get home, I jack off...it takes me about 5 minutes and blow a nice load...does ExtenZe work?...and drop off to sleep hoping that I still have some poz cum in my ass.

BoneDeep Review Part 2

When Treasure Island Media introduced Ian Jay, he looked like just another sexy and confused teen who wandered into a bareback sex party, if such things really do happen. In Bone Deep, Ian has a more matured look, slightly scruffy and made out to look like a slacker punk: it works...as he's fucked every which way by pierced muscledaddy Tober Brandt, who's evidently crossed the Rubicon from mainstream to bareback porn.
I thought 'Eddie' as in Go-Go Eddie was known as Eddie Hibbs, and he worked at a premiere leather shop in LA's Silver Lake/Echo Park district, i.e., the Other End of Sunset...he may still, for all I know, and I know he's on barebackrt on a regular basis, arranging his anonymous pump and dumps...Paul Morris gets it right in Bone Deep...showing off Eddie at his best. Here's where the biohazard tattoo fetish gets played out...Sean Hunter (whom I'll always associate with Palm Springs where the Hot Desert Knights guys introduced him a few years back) is a dependable top with a biohazard tattoo above and to the edge of his dick, which means that a bottom getting fucked on his back can observe and luxuriate in the fact that he's getting pumped by a hot poz guy and due to get impregnated with the evil devil seed itself. Eddie's on all fours, but we get some great shots of Sean's tattoo and the enormous prison style biohazard tattoo on Eddie's stomach. Eddie's been active in the LA leather scene and isn't shy about showing off his bio-H tatt, and it probably gets him laid every time. The scene evolves into a fisting sequence...a rarity for TIM videos, but a hot scene just the same.
There's a scene called Feeding the Young, where daddy Mark Dixon squeezes out a milk (yes, you heard right) enema, feeding Hal, and then getting the rest of it fucked out by poz top Keer. This is a landmark event...remember...Treasure Island Media brought it to you first. This is for fetishists, good luck with this one...I'll have to watch it a few more times before really getting into it...Mark Dixon, Keer and Hal are all hot and that helps.
Time was, in the old days, circa 2000, Hot Desert Knights hosted some legendary sex parties in their warehouse in Palm Springs, I used to call it the porn ranch...in the summer the winds get wild in the desert, that hot desert wind is something to remember, especially if you're getting fucked in a sling under the stars, with palm trees blowing all crazy. There used to be a 'dedicated bottom' for these parties...one bottom, usually a porn star like Chad Adams...or Trey...took his place on the leather fuck platform and took all cummers. Trey probably got fucked by 30 guys that night, god knows how many loads, but let's just say that his famous butthole was sloshed with cum and your dick felt like a bottle washer hitting those buttwalls and stirring up rich, poz-laden cum. God, what a night, those parties were something to remember for a lifetime. Trey gets his in the TIM sex kitchen and it brought back all those great memories. Skinny little Trey has matured with the years in a nice fashion, thickened out a bit (he made good use of those added pounds), so that now he's fairly buff, and with tattoos and some definition.
Poz Keer gets a TIM tattoo in the last sequence.
Buy this vid! Think of those quiet nights next February when you'll be glad you bought this one. Thanks, Paul and gang.