Orgy: 90's Condom Party: Shove'em Up Your Ass!

Okay, there's something called...Orgy...advertised as a 90's Condom Party...takes place on Aug. 18 at 525 Harrison here in SF...dancing...with big name DJ's...and on stage: live safe sex acts(!)...Wow!...here we go...another lame attempt to fetishize latex. Kids, I go way back to the days when Al Parker was the biggest name in the business...scary times, to be sure...but Al Parker was enlisted to act on video demonstrating safe sex options, and one of them involved using a dental rubber dam to engage in oral sex. I doubt if it worked. I don't mean to demean Orgy's mission, as the Stop AIDS Project is involved...but its message is for negative men who want to stay that way. And these guys are looking for husbands, mostly, and more power to them. But what about those negative guys who want to enjoy nasty, raunchy, unihibited mansex? I doubt if condoms are the answer, here. To me, the message has always been concise: get tested/get real/get down. To confront this issue, negative guys, you have to be honest with yourself, and I don't need to elaborate any further. Which brings me to last night: the CumUnion Party at the Steamworks in Berkeley. Well, too much happened to reveal in a single blog, so I will continue about CumUnion on a Wednesday night in another posting. But let me share you with some of the condom shenanigans that went on last night in Berkeley...as they relate to me, personally. I got fucked about 12 times, took 2 loads, and I shouldn't complain...but being a pig, of course, I wanted more, and drove home feeling a bit comtemplative on our lifestyle, but more about that in another blog. Last night, the first guy came into my room with the condom already on his dick...he fucked me nicely...it was a nicely curved tool, not too big, not too small, the curve made for some interesting sensations, but...that condom...fuck!!! Okay, he's looking out for himself, he's smart, etc, a nice looking guy, maybe Latino, definitely a Mediterrannean type. I made sure to ease that rubber off his cock and once he had left my room, pushed it up my ass. The next guy was a rawfucking bald daddy, and I'll blog about him another time...he didn't cum, at least I think he didn't...then another top came and quickly got me where he wanted me and fucked my ass vigorously...I got my hand down where his dick was in my butt, and I detected a rubber (fuck, man!)...he didn't even have time to put it on..WTF...but this guy did shoot a nice load...ah, into the rubber. I made sure that I unrolled this prophy off his cock, and as before, shoved it up my ass. These rubbers stayed in my hole the rest of the night...some time was spent on the fuckbench in the gloryhole area, where 5 guys fucked me, and later on, the best fuck of the night...raw(!!!)...a torpedo-shaped schlong worked my hole up and down, and shot a respectable load up my ass...he was fucking the rubbers the whole time and we got some interesting squidgy sounds, very hot. Let's think of a great Stop AIDS fundraiser, at a hot SF bar (Kokpit, are you reading this?) with hot pro bottoms (people like Sage Daniels, who's always game, for example), pushing donated rubbers (filled with cum?) up their asses, then pushing them out and then letting the bar patrons bid on them. Then the patrons can eat the condoms, or do whatever. If that's just too much, well then...chocolates...as an homage to the late, great Christopher Rage. For charity...let Sage push a chocolate up his ass, push it out and let the bidding begin! Wouldn't that be better than just another dance party? And oh, about my own condom stash...the shit stayed up there almost a full day. I finally coaxed them out with my favorite dildo, my Jeff Stryker Super Fabulous Fucktool...well, that's what I call it...Jeff doesn't know about this. Yeah, I had a couple of condoms, one full of cum, marinating in my ass for almost 24 hours...doesn't that make you wanna cum?

Porn Stars of Yesteryear and Today

This post started out as a Cheap Thrill, something we do when we catch a public view of a porn type on the street or engaged in 'public' sexual activity. First, the porn star of Today: the classic beauty of Sage Daniels for the world to see, at least that part of the world on the F Line streetcar on Market Street in San Francisco. Sage was busy on his cell phone for most of the time but he looked around enough for us to meditate on his classically chiseled features, that real movie star face he's been blessed with. After boarding on Upper Market near the Mint, he rode for only a short distance and alighted at 9th Street/Larkin Street. Either he went north to the SF Public Library or south to the Treasure Island Media corporate office, perhaps for a production date: you decide. Nevertheless, this sighting definitely qualified as a Cheap Thrill. Now for the pornstar of Yesteryear: Steve Hurley AKA Titpig seen at the Revivals gay thrift shop in Palm Springs, looking a little grayer and a lot paunchier, a bit of disheartening news. Now for those of you too young to remember, Steve/Titpig was one of the first bareback porn stars of the Post Condom Era. He worked mostly for Hot Desert Knights and Treasure Island Media, and was of an earthier type, a real daddy with a lot of hair, strong legs and impressive dick, a dry sense of humor, and a thing for pipes and cigars; in fact, Titpig articulated the cigar fetish better than anyone else, except maybe for Cole Tucker who was definitely a barebacker (seen in action at the Camp Palm Springs) but without any bareback video credits. I'll never forget the night at Camp Palm Springs when I saw Titpig, cigar hanging from his lips, preparing to drill a young preppy type hoisted in a sling. That vision is something one never forgets. Apart from the spare tire, Titpig looks as good as ever, given he's gotta be a good 50 years old. Not a Thrill, maybe, but certainly as Cheap as they come.

Suction Cup Bottom at Chaps during Dore Alley

Treasure Island Media promoted a dvd release party for their new production of 'Breeding Season 2' at the Chaps bar to coincide with the Dore 'Up Your Alley' fair last weekend, and of course I had to go. Recalling the spontaneous sexual mayhem orgy that erupted at the Rawhide bar (this was during Folsom not Dore) a couple of years ago, this time I went prepared with a cleaned out, lubed up hole and made up my mind to take any cock that I could get. The bar was crowded as expected but I got my draft and made my way to the benches way to the back of that dark hole which seemed grubbier than usual...my boots were sticking to the floor. I gotta comment that the boys behaving badly back there were all 'of a certain age,' while the younger queens in their leather gear were more into texting and sharing images on their cellphones. One daddy let his fingers travel along the small of my back and down my pants, down the crack of my ass, to probe my greased up asshole. I was going to let him go wherever he wanted with this...and I loosened my belt and held up my pants by my hands in the pockets...the seat of my jeans was loose and ready to drop at his desire. Then out of nowhere, some dude in a black leather jacket turned up and went down on top daddy and clamped his lips on that dick that should have been going up my ass...and stayed that way...like forever. This oral bottom did not do much more than keep his face buried in the daddy's crotch...I mean there was no head bobbing, no cocksucking technique, no coming up for air...he just clamped down with his fuckin' face in the guy's crotch and stayed there, motionless like a suction cup. I gave every sign to the top that I was willing to wait this guy out, but finally, I said fuck-it and got the hell out of there. Besides, the crowd of nasty guys in the back corners of Chaps had thinned out by then, so we were pretty much exposed, and that seemed less attractive to me and kind of killed the moment.
I went to the front of the bar and took in what I could of 'Breeding Season 2' which was showing on all the screens in Chaps and I can't review it based on what I saw as the equipment wasn't all that great and it wouldn't be a fair and honest review...but I can say that even in that less than ideal viewing situation, the video 'reads' as another TIM classic: Brad McGuire, a little older and more mature, has never looked better...and there are a bunch of new guys, all of them good, and one in particular, John Sullivan looks like a keeper. That's why although Treasure Island Media advertised that the stars would be present, I wouldn't have recognized them anyway...the new young guys were probably busy texting someone, although I did recognize Tober Brandt smooching (yeah, that's the word I'd use) some fans in a corner, and the always professional Sage Daniels was a good sport and spent the whole time, that I was there, selling TIM tee shirts and gear, closer to the bar.
Finally I saw Suction Cup leave, so I went back to where the action never happened, and it had cleared out almost entirely...there wasn't even anybody waiting in line to use the john. So my plans to get fucked got aborted by a no good, low down sorryass cocksucker...yeah, but there's always next time. We'll shoot for military night or jockstrap night or the provocative-sounding Skank Night at Chaps and see if the dynamic's any different. And oh by the way, Dore Alley is alive and well. Now the scene shifts to bear country...with the upcoming Bear Market and a bunch of events planned for the capital of bear country, good old Guerneville.

SF Pride starts at Truck

Treasure Island Media and Naked Sword sponsored an event they called Raw Underground at the Mission District bar, Truck, last Thurs. and for me, the SF Gay Pride celebration officially got underway. Not to repeat my mistake of a few Folsoms ago, when I showed up at the Rawhide bar for what I thought was going to be a TIM 'meet and greet' with special guest Dawson. I didn't bother to get myself together for sex because it didn't occur to me that the event would evolve into a sex party...I had even made a dinner engagement in Fisherman's Wharf, a world away from Folsom St. So this time meticulously cleaned out and horned up (after all, it's called 'Raw'), I made it down to Truck, which being south of Market is beyond my sphere of influence...I'm a north of Market guy...but no matter, there was a hip crowd of hot guys. I kept thinking WeHo vs. SOMA and decided, maybe the WeHo guys are a bit more self-conscious, but basically there's not much difference...I used to think the WeHo guys were more into lipo, botox & steroids, but this crowd looked pretty well-maintained, by what means, though, I couldn't tell you.
All drafts were $3.50, so it was an agreeable set-up from the moment you walked in. Star sightings: Damon Dogg in low hung jeans showing a bit of a crack, Jessy Karlson and Sage Daniels (I think...I'd have to play back some of his videos to be sure) or someone who surely looked like him, and some guys wearing TIM black tees with LOADED printed in red...maybe some of the performers on TIMFUCK or guys who haven't broken out yet. A nice party...but it wasn't a sex party, at least not by the time I left, around 10. I was anxious to get to the Cockpit for the Pride sex party. It was a smaller crowd than I expected, and not much for us bottoms, generally speaking. One bottom was getting most of the action and kept drawing a crowd to his sling cage for more than an hour, getting fucked by maybe a dozen guys. The rest of us had to be satisfied with 2 or 3 dicks, including 'Samurai,' the hot built little Asian bottom who's always there taking on all cummers. I've got to stop calling him 'Samurai' because now I think he looks Korean and that's not cool, Koreans were done dirt by the Japanese before & during WW2, and in their culture they never forget. We shared a bunk for a short while and a couple of cocks...I wiped some of the sweat off his back and rubbed it into my hole. Very hot. But it WAS a Thursday, so I bagged it around midnight...and ended up walking all the way home in the early morning mist. Lots of people still out in the SOMA bars, gay and straight, suggesting a good weekend where there'll be performances by Andy Bell (of Erasure), Martha Davis (of the Motels) and as I understand, the Backstreet Boys. I hope to see all these types at the Parade tomorrow.

Bottom-Driven Porn & Tim Skyler

Men, I'm sitting here composing this post with a load of cum in my ass. I know it's up there because it stuck to the blob of Crisco that I stuffed up my hole. Lubing your butthole with Crisco will make it easier for the load to stick to your inner manflesh...a benefit to those of us pozpigs looking to get recharged with a fresh hit of virus, if those Swiss researchers are to be believed...a benefit, and to those crazyass bugchasers, take note: finding a poztop may be one thing, but getting his pozload to do its nasty thing takes some planning...Crisco is the way to go. Then I got to thinkin' on how it's all about the bottoms, at least, lately.
What got me started on this trend was watching Max Sohl's sex tape masterpiece, 'Fuckholes,' the original TIM 2005 production, tho' 'Fuckholes 2' is pretty damn good too (I wasn't in the mood for internal cum shots which make 'Fuckholes 2' extra special)...a trashy top is one thing, but a trashy top is just as likely to be a straight goon, a dork with a big dick, a self-centered pig..all of that is OK but a trashy bottom is a gay phenomenon, cultivated by gay porn where bottoms are the real stars right now. This wasn't the case 25 years ago when to be a bottom was to be at the bottom of the gay social ladder. Go back 50 years and nobody would admit to taking it up the ass. To do so would make you a real, old-school pathetic faggot. But today, thanks to porn, the bottoms are in the driver's seat. Take Jayson Park, Dominick Rider, Sage Daniels, Ian Jay & Fred Mayer, for example: these are the hardest 'working' (if you can call it that) men in bareback porn...and if you see a new video and one of these guys is in it, it's going to be a decent video. Whereas Dan Fisk is the super top of the moment, what we want to know is who's Dan fucking, and if we like him (take any of the 5 uber bottoms mentioned), then we'll buy it. Which leads me to cutie pie bottom boi Tim Skyler, also 'hard working' and about to crash into the upper echelons of gay porn. I first saw Tim in an HDK video of a couple years back where he played a Palm Springs houseboi broken in by a herd of poz tops from the HDK stable of studs. He wasn't really my type at the time: too young, too skinny, a little too white bread for my taste...but he has grown on me, because he represents a type I admire...Tim is famously HIV-negative, and it's a topic that's been making the rounds on gay blogs, that is, Tim's famous resistance to the plague. He says he owes it to his good constitution and his healthy (?) lifestyle, but whatever, if I were in my 20's (Tim is probably 24 but just as probably 19, he certainly looks it), I'd be terrified to do what Tim does (on video, or wherever) and so my cap's off to him. Young dudes who hungrily get knocked up by known poz tops are either brain dead or fearless, and I'd have to go with fearless in Tim's case 'cuz he ain't stupid. He would have to have gotten fucked bareback before testing negative, so doing what he does carries the brazen badge of bravado. So Tim's new videos are going to make him a super big star: his gangbang in a sling for Raw Fuck Club and I Fucked Your Boyfriend Bareback by Loadmasters (see Rob Rodin's website) where he gets drilled by famously super-mega-poztop Lito Cruz. Shit, I can hardly wait for these babies. As for Tim Skyler, add him to the list of hardworking bottoms...star material all the way.