Bareback Videos: A Full Circle

Yeah, so I was stoked at the prospect of hitting my local porno shop, gettin' my hands on Treasure Island Media's latest, 'Kenny's Raw Fucks' and making a night of it: porn in my pocket, hittin' my fave spots in the Castro for a couple of cocktails, get home, relax and absorb what promises to be some good old fashioned raunchy sex on video, free from interruptions and friendly intrusions.  Just me, Stoli and Kenny Host.  On such occasions, sex can wait.  That's why I buy this stuff, rather than subscribe to a streaming website: I want and need the collateral evidence of filth.

Except that my local shop has reduced its inventory to just a single rack of boring programmed porn from people like Titan.  It possibly makes business sense: for all the shelf space devoted to porn, the yield probably doesn't measure up.  I checked around the other shops, even the local smut emporium in my mother's dusty Central Valley cowtown (where the porn palace now resembles a Walgreens), and it's the same story: you won't be able to buy Kenny Host's epic off the shelf.  So it's back to the mail order game.  Mail order...it went downhill after shopping malls came to predominate the retail scene...and now it's back.  Amazon, Zappos, etc. show no sign of retrenchment.

Today I will order 'Kenny's Raw Fucks' online and wait patiently for the postman to deliver.  I'm especially interested in this video: it has some old faves, Jon Shields, my buddy Jayson Park (!!), Brian Bonds, pozdicks galore, and Nate Grimes, who may or may not be the fetish star from the old Kink Studios.  The 'new Dawson' TIM says.  We'll see.  I'm sorry we'll have to wait this time, like in the old days.  F..u..c..k!

The bareback porn era started almost 20 years ago, in the midst of AIDS, safe sex, and fear, if not hesitation to the point of tedium.  I rented a fisting video called 'Depth Charge' and my life changed: it showed bare knuckled fisting.  There was a sequel, as I recall, and some raw dick insertions were included.  Fleetingly.  Michael McKey, the videographer for Steven Scarborough (the director, if I'm not mistaken), went out on his own and produced a couple of outright filthy, raunchy videos starring a mostly bearish cast selected from his clutch of Phoenix buddies.  It was about 1998, 1999.

Then I read a review of 'Raunch Lunch,' I think that was the title, or something close to that by a guy named Paul Morris.  The review was in one of the so-called 'zines of the era, hastily copied and stapled, available off a shelf deep in the rear of the City Lights bookstore on Castro Street.  I bought it, via good old fashioned 19th century mail order.  It starred my favorite nom-de-porn...Wyatt Trash (!), and though it would be another couple of years before I put my ass on the mattress, I was already mentally a barebacker.  There was nothing I wanted more than Wyatt Trash's daddy dick up my butt.
'Raunch Lunch' proved to be tame compared to Paul's sequel, 'Breed Me,' which featured a headless bottom coaxing multiple loads out of his ass, as bells tolled.  This blew me away, and I did the mail order thing until TIM started marketing its product on pornshop shelves.  It must have been a Tom Shannon video, slightly pre-Dawson, because Dawson was never VHS, as I recall, and Tom Shannon was in 'Animals,' 'Plowed,' etc....we were trending, overlapping VHS to dvd.  It was about 2000.  The fact you could buy the stuff over the counter turned out to be pretty meaningful, in retrospect.

So now we're there again.  Except in the old days, Paul actually included a stamped (a real stamp pasted with somebody's saliva) return envelope for your mail order check.  Think about that for a moment.  And where TIM is today.

So, I'm so looking forward to Kenny's renditions of raw fucks.  The vodka's waiting.

Treasure Island Media's Fuckholes 3 Ups the Ante

Greetings, men, it has been a while since my last post and for that I apologize, but if I had blogged about my sexlife during these past weeks, this blog would have turned into an escort review blog, which never was the intent.  Yes, lads, I have been commissioning the services of professionals, and the changes have been significant and that is the subject for another time.  In the meantime, I have been selling old porn and buying new porn, and that brings us to Treasure Island Media' latest, Fuckholes 3 which continues the pattern set by Fuckholes 1 and 2,  and also breaks some startingly new ground.

When I travel, I always take along some of my favorite dvds, which I rely upon as background to my sex romps and/or to rev up my own libido.  I always include the best bareback video of all time, 'Cumsloppy Buttholes,' the Paul Morris masterpiece.  I usually pack 'Meat Rack' and 'Meat Packing' also by TIM (warm weather, outdoor sex, Jerek), and 'World's Hungriest Cumhole Contest' and the video depicting Kenboy's hiv conversion, 'Birthday Fuck Party' (?), these last two by Hot Desert Knights, and maybe Knightbreeders' 'The Best of Damien Silver' ...but...above all, Treasure Island Media's 'Fuckholes' and sequel 'Fuckholes 2.'

The 'Fuckholes' schtick was that the tops and bottoms did not formerly know each other.  That in itself was a major turn-on, even if it wasn't quite true all of the time.  These were videos that you didn't fast forward.  Each scene was distinctive, and up to now, one would have thought all bases had been covered.  'Fuckholes 3' proves that was not the case, for there's a lot of new stuff I never quite considered as porn materials.  I know better know.

Fuckholes 3 opens with a Ryan Cummings gangbang, and here is the main reason why I ordered the dvd via mail order and didn't wait to buy it in the store: I couldn't wait to get my hands on it...Ryan Cummings, the hottest multi-cumming hole in the business had been brought into the Treasure Island family, just as I had blogged about earlier this year.  Ryan is the most intense bottom around, so you are not a weak sister if you find you must take him in short doses.  I think maybe TIM agrees: Ryan takes only 10 loads in this opening sequence, and also injects 110 loads up his ass to be fucked out by the biohazard tattoo guy, fabulous Tony Bishop.  The loads must have been filtered, because they look as pure as Perrier.  My collections when defrosted look murky yellow and scummy.  As for the stench, ah...yes.  I think a Ryan Cummings dvd, in the manner of Dawson, is the next logical development.  I can't wait for that.

The hardest, stiffest top in the business Rob Yaeger fucks transgendered Sami Price.  I don't wish Sami any ill will, and I thank Max Sohl for expanding the discussion, but...well, you know...I was kinda hopin' the roles would be reversed: with a butch bottom getting pumped by a big black TG, although a drag queen top might have been good enough.  I think we'll see more of this, I surely hope so.

If Siouxsie Q had been banged by a gang of rapacious queers, that would have been something, but these guys are all straight.  At the right time, I might have enjoyed it more, but I'm still having trouble with girly voices in porn.  I used to mute straight porn so I wouldn't have to listen to those femmy squeals.  My experience is that women don't talk during sex; however, whores do, inspired by bad porn.

Rocco Steele fans (count me in), Lukas Cipriani fans (uhm, maybe, don't know yet), and Tommy Delucca followers...will love this vid.  Tommy looks all of 28, and he's been in porn for what(?)...maybe...10 years?  He's matured nicely, see for yourself, buy this video.  The other guys are mostly new to me, so I still have to imagine my own fantasies involving them, which means nothing to anyone but me.  I didn't know Dane Ford (Fuckholes) or Taylor Means (Fuckholes 2), and now they are among my favorite bottoms of all time.  Fuckholes 3 will definitely be along for the ride on my next trip to the desert.  Buy it!

The End of Condom Porn

A few years hence, historians will look back to 2015 and declare that sometime during that year, gay condom pornography just sort of petered out.  By next September, you'll be hard pressed to find condoms in gay porn, and by the end of 2016, there will a few condom fetish sites (I mean, yeah, there ARE some sexy things you can do with condoms), but that will be it.  It all has to do with Neg+Prep; it's happening right now and bareback sex and by extension, porn, won't be the same.  Hey, it's still sex, and nobody's complaining, and maybe such discussion will become merely academic.  But..along with the condom fetish, there will be more dedicated poz bareback fetish sites, and there will still be chasers and gifters, and conversion parties will become more acknowledged and maybe typical, and the poz bareback cult will intensify, but I'll leave that discussion for another time.

So, the Condom Era lasted from 1989 until 2015 and at that era's dawn, I was a big Falcon Videos fan, and I remember big stars like Jeff Stryker crossing over from bareback (the term didn't even exist then!) to condom, but a lot of big names from the Pre-Condom Era already had their tickets punched for the Big Nowhere.  They had been dropping off since the mid-80's, and let me tell you youngins out there, them was creepy times...you gotta remember they were still trying to figure out what the hell AIDS was, much less working on a test or medications.  But enough about that for now...the Pre-Condom Era produced some really great stars who will live on forever, thanks to video...and I just can't help thinking: oh what Paul Morris could have done with Chad Douglas, Jon King, Kevin Williams or Chris Burns.  Shit! The mind boggles.

So we watched the old Falcon stuff all through the Condom Era, and were aware of names like Rob Cryston but didn't much care.  ChiChi LaRue became a millionairess without any help from me.  By the mid-90's, things began to change.  The advent of new drugs changed life expectations, lifestyles and sex.  The Bareback Era started somewhere around late 1997, I would say, with a couple of fisting videos directed by Steven Scarborough and videographed by Michael McKey.  I just checked Scarborough's videography on a couple websites where he's credited on about a hundred videos, and Depth Charge I & II are not listed.  I could be wrong about giving Scarborough credit, or maybe the politically-correct powers-that-be deleted both Depth Charges.  Anyway...both videos were (just about) exclusively barefisting, with a little bit of bareback fucking and one pearl of cum that somehow made it through the editing.  Now Plain Wrapped video had been releasing fetish and fisting videos for a while, but wrapped is wright; it was all condom.  Depth Charge was bare fisting, deep and real, and we were shocked.

Then Michael McKey, based in Phoenix, produced a few of his own videos; the production values and qualities were superb but his cast of players, all friends and ordinary guys, ranged from semi-hot to butt ugly.  Most of them would qualify as bears today (a few were downright obese), but that term was not widely in use in 1998.  Cigar fetishist Titpig became the first bareback star to an audience craving more.  Around the same time, Bill Gardner and John Singleton, professional cinematographers based out of Palm Springs, started Hot Desert Knights with a video called 'Bareback Buddies' and a guy in San Francisco named Paul Morris produced a little VHS tape entitled 'Raunch Lunch,' featuring a performer with my favorite nom de porn of all time...Wyatt Trash.

It was all shocking to me, based on the climate of the times, but I had been living an insular life for a few years, having unknowingly converted, losing weight, sleeping 12 hours a day, falling asleep at my computer, and not interested in sex...finally ending up in the emergency room (collapsing at work!), then living on a weird schedule of nine pills a day, and abstaining from sex all together, thinking I was just plain gonna die.  I just wanted to get through the year and not embarrass my family with an AIDS-related death.  It was 1997, a transitional year, and a lot of us were fucked up mentally.

Bareback sex was totally, inarguably and positively taboo.  If you indulged in barebacking you were signing your death lease for a condo in the deepest reaches of Hades.  It was ignorant, irresponsible and immoral.  Barebackers were fucked up shitheads who didn't give a damn.  They were ballin' down the highway, a one-way road to Hell.  Hell.  Hell.  Hell.  You're gonna die a miserable death and you're gonna end up in goddamned Hell!

So.  Escape to video.

Imagine the shock of watching for the first time, Paul Morris' second video, Breed Me, when a dude works his ass with a dildo, and a torrent of sticky, slimy, messy cum just flows out for about five minutes.  No sound except the tolling of bells...like at a funeral.  Death.  Do not ask for whom the bell tolls, etc. We were all going to hell, together.

You know the rest.  The early porn characters were our sex life by proxy, then an inspiration, then as we gained confidence, role models.  Dick Kraver, Mac Curtis, Big Ken, Billy Boyd, Tom Shannon, Will West, Chad Adams, Ray Butler, names that now sound pre-historic.  Dawson was still a few years down the trail.  Websites were still pretty basic, if they existed at all.  And you couldn't buy these videos at the porn shop.  I ordered my first TIM video from an ad in one of the many amateur 'zines circulating then, and it came back by mail order.  Then Paul would send us a notice of the next video through the mail with a self-addressed stamped (if you can imagine that!!) envelope to his mail drop on Market Street.  And of course we ordered them as they came out and eagerly awaited the next.  There was an underground aspect to all of this.  Barebackers were shameful, nasty, dirty guys and keeping it hush.

Well, I and millions of others are still here.  I resumed by sex life in 2000...that's how long it took for me to overcome the fear of barebacking, from '97 to double aught, well, just 3 years...some guys still haven't come to grips with it.  Neg+Prep will change all that, too.  In the meantime, thanks Paul, Mike, Bill (r.i.p.), and John, for 17 years of adventure, inspiration, exploration and a lot of really hot sex!!

Ah-men.

Billy Twee Wants Breeding Season 3

This is a dvd I'm actually going to buy without previewing first.  I would have it by now except my local porn emporium in San Francisco still doesn't have it in stock, and I've tried to buy it three times already.  It's supposed to be in today, Friday, December whatever, and I probably will check again.  I really want this video.

Why?  Why this particular video?  Aren't all Treasure Island Media videos all the same?
They most certainly are not!  But this one is particularly attractive, because of the match-ups: lots of poz tops churning fresh butterbutts, lots of veterans of the HIV battleground spreading their tainted DNA, lots of newbies taking raw poz dick up the ass like there's no tomorrow.  I'm especially anxious to learn how the implicit poz seed sowing is handled.  TIM has been dancing around the HIV issue for years now, but now I'm guessing that Truvada is going make it all irrelevant.  Whatever road TIM takes will make a difference, however.  I'm pretty sure that HIV won't even be an issue at all, unless the porn studios (influenced by TIM, the industry leader) take a turn at poz fetishism, which could be the next likely step.  Max Cameron, as hot a piece of ass as you're likely to find, is on prep according to his profile on barebackrt.  He'll probably become a big star if he wants to, but he'll only help define the Neg+Prep era.  I wish there were something I could do to keep the Truvada whores from killing the business.  Of course, I want negative guys to do whatever it takes to remain negative, but I'm talking about bareback video here.  Barebacking won't be risky or taboo anymore, and instead could become as thrilling as Mom-and-Dad sex.

Treasure Island Media has posted an intelligent interview with the porn daddy of the moment, Rocco Steele, who has been pretty thoughtful and philosophical about his HIV status.  Maybe this is a beginning.
And by the way, my comments on the TIM video, 'Viral Loads' were rebutted by one of the stars, Steven Richards.  I re-read my 'review,' as it was posted on the Treasure Island website, and I thought I qualified my statements about the HIV status of the 'Viral Loads' performers.  I'm not in the mood to get into a debate based on the semantics of HIV and video, but to set the record straight, I am offering a retraction of sorts, and that is, contrary to what I may have implied, porn star Steven Richards is not HIV positive.

Now what about 'Breeding Season 3?"  I just got back from the store: it's still not in!! Gawddam!!

Poz Stigma Makes for Hot Sex - Part Two

The notion of a stigma, attached to an HIV-positive diagnosis, prevails among the mainstream media and what I call the AIDS mafia, those organizations and activists who evidently want us seropositivos to hang it up and spend the rest of our lives wallowing in self-pity.  I think that most seropositivos have already rejected the idea that we are victims and must retire from sex.  Sero-sorting has become a way of life for us and we might as well bareback because we have no illusions about the reality of our status.  I wouldn't go so far as to say that all the hot gay men out there are already HIV-positive, but I think I've made my point.  We're alive, we're positive and we're having sex.

About a year ago, the Washington Post published an interesting article using D. J. Steedley as an example, of the 'new face' of HIV in this country.  Like most of us poz types, D.J. is on an anti-viral regime (in fact, part of a study group associated with the NIH) and doing just fine, both physically...and significantly...mentally.  He's adjusted to his status and is living his life accordingly. If you don't know him, redeem yourself immediately and check out the Treasure Island Media website; he's an All-American type, handsome, blond, clean-cut...an intelligent frat boy.

However...shortly before the Post had filed the story, D.J. did a very sexy thing that outraged the AIDS mafia: he signed a contract with Treasure Island Media to fuck in bareback videos.  The Post, being the great paper that it is, subsequently clarified this development, without acknowledging that D.J.'s porn contract is merely a manifestation of how some of us are getting on with our lives.  In his case, he's a hot top who is going to earn a little money doing what he likes to do; like fucking hairy daddy George Glass in TIM's 'Bad Seed.'  Poz stigma, they'll say.  I say, 'what poz stigma?'  Now that I know that D.J. will be pumping his nasty manjuice up the receptive mancunts of sleazy ass bottoms who don't give a shit...he's hotter than ever.  And as everybody outside the mainstream media already knows, there's full disclosure on the Treasure Island Media shoots.  Any bottom getting D. J.'s poz load knows and wants what he's getting.  Of course...that makes it even hotter.

As for D.J.'s porn debut, let's just say I'm looking forward to his future pairings with some white trash bottoms.  And as for 'Bad Seed,' I think it's TIM's best video so far this year; that Preston Johnson, uhm...wow.

Poz Stigma Makes for Hot Sex - Part One

I was at a bareback party in Palm Springs last weekend and had a great time.  I got fucked by only four guys but each fuck was memorable, and happily, each dick was certifiably positive. 

One fucking was delivered by an old friend, we've got it on many times before.  He's dumped his poz cum deep in my ass many times.

The next match was with a fit, older white guy who had rolled down his briefs just enough for me to engage in some cock sucking ...and just enough to see the biohazard tattoo at his waist.  Man, I could hardly wait to get his pozstick up my ass, which I did. 

A little later, after fisting a friend in a sling elsewhere in this favorite sex garage, I returned to my preferred station on the fuckpad, face down and butt up, and felt a prod poking around my pucker hole.  When this happens I push out my big hole to swallow up whoever's there.  A long and slender thing slid right in and immediately went into piston-fucking mode, getting so furious that I thought it was my old buddy the Energizer Bunny whom I've blogged about before.  But wait...this dick didn't feel like Bunny's...this dick felt thicker and certainly harder.  After pounding my ass for a good ten minutes, the top finished and withdrew; but I had enough time to turn to see that it was a guy who had fucked me a couple of times before and although we've never spoken, I know him from his profile on barebackrt...not the cutest guy, but positive.  Three toxic dicks up my poz ass.

Within minutes, another dick was diggin' out my hole; another spirited, dedicated fuck.  And finally, conclusively, a blast of cum was shot up my mancunt...where cum belongs.  I turned quickly to see who had made this generous donation, and as the slim, old-young/young-old white guy walked away, I saw the beautiful stylized biohazard tattoo on his right cheek.  Fuck!!!  Four out of four poz tops, and a poz load.  If I had tried to plan it this way, it wouldn't have happened.

Recalling how Sean Storm related to me in an e-mail, 'we do love those poz loads, don't we?' led me to wonder why this is so.  Sean's comment is absolutely true: poz bottoms (and chasers) love all loads but especially poz loads.  Such is the erotic power of the taboo, or the stigma of Positivity.  If that isn't a word, I just made it up.

I was going to segue into the media-enhanced Poz Stigma power of Treasure Island Media studlet, D.J. Steedley (seen in 'Bad Seed'), but rather will continue this tread in a second posting.

Popular Gay Barebacker Dies, A Suicide at Golden Gate Bridge

I met Jonathan Klein through a barebackrt hookup.  At the time, he was still living in a rather large nondescript wood frame house at the end of the Castro streetcar line.  He was hosting, but by the time I got there, he wasn't up to sex.  Now I have been refused by the host a couple of times in my bareback career, but never before in such a gracious manner.  Jonathan had changed his mind about sex...at least about sex with me...but he offered me a soda and we had an engaging chat in his kitchen.  He's a slightly burly, bearish guy, and he was dressed in a filled out tee, sweatpants and socks.  He couldn't have been nicer and I really wanted him to fuck me because I had already watched him in action.  I recognized him as soon as I saw him in person, after a slight inkling based on his profile headshot.

Erich Lange filmed Jonathan fucking Max Holden in the Treasure Island Media video, 'Fucking Crazy' a few years back.  'Fucking Crazy' was actually a documentation of an erstwhile San Francisco gangbang phenomenon, the Cute Boy Bareback Party.  If you don't know this video, check it out and the format of the CuteBoy will be explained to you.  Jonathan was a regular at these parties, I think, stuffing his pozdick up the asses of some of the legendary bottoms of our time: Jeff Palmer, Sean Storm, Rob Rodin, Max Holden among them.

Then I was walking up 18th St. in the Castro one day and passed maybe the last, full-service old school travel agency in the whole world: Now Voyager Travel (the title taken from the famous Bette Davis movie) and there sat Jonathan at his computer, providing the personal service for which he was well known.  I had occasion to pass Now Voyager many times since, and just about every time Jonathan was there, working his ass off for his loyal clients.  It follows that he was well-known in the gay business community and well beyond Castro Village.  And of course, I wasn't the only guy who met him through barebackrt.

It turns out that the building has been sold recently and the future of Now Voyager uncertain.  Jonathan had also recently taken a buyout for his Castro apartment (rather than fight an eviction) and had moved to Bernal Heights, a desirable rustic cottagey hill neighborhood a bit removed from the gayness of the Castro.  He had turned 60, and he was poz, two factors which the local gaypaper Bay Area Reporter seemed to take as negatives contributing to depression.  Alas, suicide is often impulsive and always final.  I wish Jonathan had gone online to solicit a hot ass to fuck, rather than to make that last trip to the Golden Gate Bridge.  In short, his life didn't have to end this way, despite all these setbacks ganging up on him.

The last time I saw Jonathan was around 2011 at a Jayson Park video shoot at the Playspace on Folsom St.  Jonathan was in line to have his turn with Jayson's fine ass.  We said 'hi' but not much else, though Jonathan did feel me up nicely.  He seemed his old friendly self.  I left before Jonathan did, but I assume that Jayson did get some of Jonathan's poz seed planted deep in his ass, but regrettably, I don't recall seeing it in the video, but I could be wrong. 

It's always sad when a good men elects to end his life prematurely, and in this case, the world is worse off for his departure.  R.I.P., Jonathan.

Trap Boyy Getting Fucked by His Fans

Trap Boyy broke out sometime around 2010-2011 and by 2012 was the hottest fresh bottom in the business, and acknowledged accordingly at Blatino Oasis in Palm Springs last year.  He worked exclusively for the feverishly torrid Black Rayne enterprise where he was paired up with every swinging thick black dick in the industry, and as it happens, developed quite a following among porn connoisseurs who search beyond the Treasure Island/Machofucker/Slut Machine/Hot Desert Knights/SX Video circuit.  Black Rayne is for the connoisseur of Black Dick, and is the alternative to Black Breeders which features a distinctively different brand of Black Man.  They're both awesome; BR works the thug angle and BB goes the way of the mature type, like all those brothers in Oakland who are doing their best to keep my white ass in shape.

Then late last year, Trap Boyy had a falling out with his producer, and I guess his association with Black Rayne is over, unless there's been some reconciliation.  Jamari Fox has posted Trap Boyy's substance-fueled rant on his website, and for 8 captivating minutes, Trap Boyy delivers an impassioned endorsement of safe sex.  Although high as a kite, and extremely entertaining, Tray Boyy lays it all out and there's no reason to doubt his sincerity.  What to make of this?  Hell, I don't know, but one thing is certain: Trap Boyy for all his bloviating, doesn't quite come clean about his own HIV status, whichever it may be.  And he had 8 minutes of talk, and I don't think the clip has been edited or doctored, despite contrary commentary by the poster.  Check it out and make up your own mind.

I certainly hope TB gives a call to Treasure Island Media to discuss his next step in his porn career, as I think he's got a couple of good years left and TIM will know what to do with him.  He could be the first black bottom superstar.  Come to California for good, Trap Boyy.  I don't know where he lives now but I don't think it's West Coast.  He should do more porn, do some escorting if necessary, go to school, then move on.  Trap Boyy is no dumbass; speaking of which, those perfectly sculpted cakes of his are a Gift from God...you can't get good stuff like that from working out.

Until Trap Boyy takes his next fateful step in his porn career, you can see him in some amateur stuff by googling the title of this post and watching 2 black fans (heads are not revealed) cut up those cakes...despite some awkward angles and the absence of creampies, this amateur scene is amateur in the best way: we get to make up the details.  How did TB meet these dudes, where are they, etc.
That you can dream up for yourelf. 

Black Christmas

There is no black man in these here United States who is unworthy of my ass.  If any blackman wants to nail this ass...this ass is his...no discussion, no bullshit, gay, straight, neg or poz...my ass is his.  This explains why I was navigating the back streets of North Oakland on Christmas Eve...feeling my way through the dimly lit avenues, noting the abandoned sofas on the street, the shady characters hanging out in front of corner liquor stores, the peace and calm of this holy night.  C'mon, it's Christmas, Jesus rules, only good things happen on Christmas Eve...like getting fucked by black daddy, thank you Lord, I believe! 

I had a date with a guy I'd buddylisted on Barebackrt so far back I couldn't remember when it was, but I was happy to have hooked up finally.  With Treasure Island's 'Breeding Mike O'Neill' playing, this daddy put me through all kinds of gymnastic moves before he went for the gold, pounding my ass missionary style.  I love my dads, there's almost always some substance there.  And handsome as only a black man can be...his unshaven shadow buzz read white against his hot chocolate skin color.  Fabulous. 

This man was dedicated to blowing his wad up my ass, and when getting fucked missionary, one can make eye contact, and I love reading their faces (his face), a study in sexual destiny: that seed is going to travel from his balls deep into my ass.  It's exhilirating, inspiring...and fulfilling...even better when it happens twice...yeah, two fuckin' hot black loads deposited deep into my cumbucket on Christmas Eve.
Forget Santa.  This was a gift from Above.

All the while I was getting tapped, I kept lookin' at this black daddy's pecs, and was getting myself off on how hot they'd look in a black leather vest.  That thought was so provocative that I promised to bring a vest for him to wear the next time we get it on.  I gave this poor guy I real workout, using all my Castro Clamp talents to give him a good time.  And rewarded I was...with two blessed loads.
One black man satisfied, and so many more out there to go.

I love Oakland, poor homely sister to Queen Lady San Francisco across the Bay.  No harm meant, though, Oakland is a seething hotbed of sexuality, with a great many black men to serve and to love, in our own animalistic way.  I hope to come back to North Oakland...again...and again.
Merry Christmas to all you Christians (would-be and otherwise) out there and Season's Greetings to humanity, all.

Love to all my fellow men.

Billy.

Treasure Island Media Revives 'Breed Me'

The landmark bareback porn video 'Breed Me' is now available to all you children out there.  This video was released in VHS format and is not available in dvd, as far as I know, but it is available through the Treasure Island Media feature, TIMFUCK...and I advise you all to check it out.  You must realize how important this porno is.  The Father of Bareback Porn, Michael McKey, introduced some bareback sex in a fisting video he directed for Hot House...that video was called 'Depth Charge 2,' and for a few minutes we are treated to some bareback sex, and a little bit of cum oozing from a freshly fucked hole; there's also a lot of barehanded fisting, a lot of fisting.  This would have been around 1997...the AIDS cocktail had just been introduced, the 'seropositive' stigma had been relaxed, and people were taking chances again in the pursuit of satisfying sex.  Keep in mind there were fucktards who had been barebacking all along and when they were videotaped, they became objects of controversy and awe.  Michael McKey then began producing videos on his own...'Bareback The Movie', followed by 'Bareback 2, Once in a Blue Moon.'  These productions came out of Phoenix, Michael McKey's home base.  About the same time, a guy named Paul Morris came out with a video called 'Bareback Lunch,' and we were titillated by his audacity...here was condomless sex without apology or qualification, in defiance of the political correctness of the time.  Then Paul Morris followed up with a little effort entitled 'Breed Me.' 

From the very first minute, we were captivated by the straightforward depiction of willful, dangerous and unapologetic, cum-drenched sex.  A faceless subject with the use of a dildo, coaxes rivers of cum to flow from his used and abused asshole.  It was shocking at the time, as so-called safe sex was very much the order of the day.  As far as we could tell, it was all very real...no phony cum concocted from pina colada mix here.  And with the music and sound effects, the sense of taboo was greatly enhanced.  The rest of 'Breed Me' features an anonymous bottom taking numerous loads.  These are internal spunk deposits, and occasionally we may see a pearl of cum on an asscheek, but in the mood of the time, the very sight of a dribble of cum was radical, scary, sexy and to a great many of us, completely irresistible.  A taboo had been broken. 

'Breed Me' when compared to some of the stuff coming out today, will seem restrained, but trust me, it had quite an impact when it came out, so enjoy it by imagining the response it provoked among the AIDS mafia and self-appointed protectors of the gay constituency.  This video changed everything and Paul Morris kept up the pace with 'Raw Shots' One and Two, and Hot Desert Knights entered the marketplace, eventually linking up with Michael McKey, and the rest has been history.  RJ Parker is the only identifiable performer in 'Breed Me,' otherwise there are no faces shown.  So watch with the understanding that 'Breed Me' made possible every single second of bareback porn you enjoy today.

Dick Damonson Dies

Rawtop has reported that porn pup Dick Damonson was found dead in his New York apartment earlier this week.  Dick was a cute little Marine (so I've read) who played in some Treasure Island Media videos, notably closing one of TIM's best videos ever, Fuckholes 2, with some sizzling group action where he and Marcelo Masko entertain a gang of determined tops.  Rawtop actually fucked little DD on a couple of occasions and blogging about those New York liasons makes for some interesting reading.

It's thought by some that the death may have been drug-related and I'm sure that's the story circulating around bars in Manhattan and San Francisco, but as far as I can tell, that's still only a rumor.  With the recent death of mainstream pornstar Erik Rhoads of a heart attack brought on by steroid medication, one hopes that a third pornstar's imminent passing remains limited to idle chatter and conjecture.  These things don't necessary go in threes.

Rest in peace, guy.  In your short time on earth, you made a lot of us happy and the world a better place.

Antonio Biaggi: What Next?

He's certainly been around these past couple of years performing everywhere...from lower end (but still mega-hot) studios like Knightbreeders to the top of the line Treasure Island Media, and straight videos, too, I gather. Given the shelf life of pornstars, he's aware and smart, because he has a lot of other things going on. I'm talking about the super mega superstar top Antonio Biaggi, of course. He's dabbled in retail and now he oversees a baking enterprise, which according to his website, is expanding to inclusion at the Williams-Sonoma stores. His website is an interesting read, although he doesn't get into his personal sex life very much; he does get into political, social and cultural commentary, and he's charmingly candid. If he's as smart as I think he is, he'll market himself through his own videos, in the same way that Chase Coxx and Robby Mendez have in their individual endeavors. Any Antonio Biaggi porn enterprise is going to have legs, and it shouldn't be hard to find an angel, an investor to get him through the spendy parts. With luck, he could end up a porn mini-mogul. What I like about Antonio (and he's from Puerto Rico, not Italy)is that he appears to be totally into being a pornstar. He's having a great time and Paul Morris at Treasure Island Media is cultivating an image for him, and Antonio is along for the ride. Literally. TIM's latest video 'Park and Ride' is thematic, something I've been strongly encouraging, alluding to mobile pick-ups. I gotta confess that I have not seen the whole video...I can't afford to buy videos anymore, at least for a while...but the 'limo sequence' with Logan Stevens is notable, not the least for packaging Antonio like the superstar he is. The scene opens with AB riding around the streets of Manhattan in a long, low, black limo, and we're introduced to his square-boots up to his casual dressy shirt and jacket...he looks like a professional athlete, a rock promoter, a restaurateur or a classy drug dealer. But the camera moves slowly, letting us take in all the details...we already know enough to get our fantasies roaring by the time he picks up a white trash street hustler played by Logan Stevens. Mr. Stevens is a well-marketed escort in New York, a top most of the time and openly poz, so knowing these details, my fantasy machine was smokin'. You can't go wrong with these two, and you'll have to get the video for the details, but let me say that LS gets stripped down to his bare feet as he gets fucked in the backseat of the limo, something a lot of us have wanted to do. Buy this video...times are rough for the porn industry, but more about that in another blog. There have been a few porn tops who knew what they had, or at the very least, were game for what the director wanted and went along with it, very capably. Jeff Palmer did the trashy, glittery, bleached out rockstar angle...minus the spandex. Jeff Stryker channeled Elvis (and very nicely) and Chad Douglas did the Hollywood gigolo bit...ah Chad Douglas, shirtless with that '80's shag trailing down, in a Cadillac convertible trolling the hills of Bel Air looking for rich frat boys to fuck...Kevin Williams, Kevin Wilde, Cory Monroe all took Chad's killer seed up their little butts. Now that's something I, and others, remember to this day. 'I want a personal exercise coach...and his name is...Chad Douglas,' Kevin Williams says, phoning an escort service. Even now, years later, my cock starts to stiffen. I really hope TIM has more plans for Antonio that follow along the theme set in 'Park and Ride.' Maybe I'll start buying dvd's again.

Watch Out for the Wolfman

Treasure Island Media exclusive Ethan Wolfe made quite an impression in 'Manfuck Manifesto' when he impregnated All-American twink Jackson Taylor with a pozload, recorded for history. How do I know it was a poz load? Because the Wolfman is the top with a nice, big in-your-face biohazard tattoo on his belly. That makes for great video. Now for the follow up, Ethan bottoms in an upcoming T.I.M. video, and you can catch the trailer on the website, where I saw it. Paul Morris knows his shit. Mark my words, in his next appearance, Ethan Wolfe will bottom...in missionary...for a top with with a similar biohazard tattoo, somebody like Sean Hunter or maybe Spit or maybe somebody yet to make his presence known to Treasure Island Media. We'll be waiting for that one, and it will happen in time. Ethan Wolfe is an ex-Marine, so I've read. Actually, there's no such thing; once a Marine always a Marine. Ethan Wolfe is a Marine, and that's something you don't lie about. We'll be watching Treasure Island Media and Ethan Wolfe with great anticipation, what?

Return to Meat Rack - Review

Read my review of Max Sohl's latest 'Return to Meat Rack' on the Treasure Island Media website.

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.

Manfuck Manifesto - Review

I thought I'd never see Matt Sizemore bottom, but indeed he does just that in Treasure Island Media's 'Manfuck Manifesto.' He gives it up to the ultimate sex pig Ray Dalton, who demonstrates his true versatility by turning Mr. Sizemore into just another big ole bottom in a masterful sequence that closes one of TIM's better videos in recent memory. You shouldn't necessarily skip right to Matt's and Ray's scene, however...especially if you're into daddies pluggin' young and tender boi-holes, because that's what this manifesto is about. TIM serves up some newer boy butt, to be worked over by veteran daddies Brad you know who, Derek you know who, BJ you know who and Jack, where the hell have you been all this time? These reliable tops deliver gallons of cum up the fresh holes of guys like Blake Daniels, Noah Foxx, Tennessee, Dimitri and sensation-waiting-to-break out Jackson Taylor who claims his sex life started at the truly tender age of four. Litte, cutie Jackson gets pozzed by daddy Ethan Wolfe who sports an in-your-face biohazard tattoo on his groin. Man, I'm just waiting for TIM to get him in action from the bottom's POV, on his back with that biohazard warning in full view. In its usual fashion, TIM has some overlap with totally fucked out poz bottoms Ian Jay and John Sullivan, and their fans won't be disappointed. This dvd has something for everyone, but it will be remembered as one of the best dads-on-lads themed videos ever made. There's poz ass taking poz cum in this one, even though Brad and Derek are famous for being HIV-negative, you poz fetishists will get off on 'Manfuck Manifesto.'
Coming up: TIM's next 'Return to Meat Rack,' linking it up with one of the best videos ever made, except the seasoned Christian takes over where Dawson left off in the original. Funny, Christian seems more Coney Island than Fire Island, but judging from the promo shots, nobody's going to be disappointed here, especially those of you into interracial fucking, white tops on black ass, musclemen, the ever punky Christian and sex in the great outdoors.

California Bareback Sex Calendar

Ah, to be missing out...'tis not a great feeling. There are three momentous bareback events taking place in California this week. One is a gangbang featuring Damien Silver, the hottest ass in bareback porn, in an LA hotel, Saturday night. I can only wonder if parts of it will be recorded for a new video to be released in the near future...one can only hope. The other is the monthly bareback party at the Camp Palm Springs, an event that has had its ups and downs over the years, but of late, re-inventing itself by featuring porn stars as an attraction. Jayson Park was the host's featured bottom last month and on Saturday, the party will star the talents of Sean Hunter and little Trey Maddox. We'll be coming back to these guys later.
Another bareback event on the California sex calendar is the Cockpit Party in San Francisco, which seems to be back in the good graces of barebackrts, since it's posted among the party listings, after being 86'd for a couple of months. I guess Gehno of the Cockpit and the Pornmaster at barebackrt have come to an understanding, for they were in competition for tops and bottoms until just recently. The bbrts party, Cummunion and the Cockpit party no longer take place on the same night, so I guess all's right between them.
Going back to Sean Hunter: you know him. He was a Hot Desert Knights discovery, a dedicated top distinguished by the biohazard tat on his groin. We saw him fuck Trey Maddox in an HDK video, and then Treasure Island Media picked up on him, and he got to fuck Christian (in 'Built to Fuck' maybe, I'm too lazy to check, but it's on the TIM website) and then he re-appeared to fuck Go-Go Eddie (Hibbs) in TIM's 'Bone Deep.' He's a reliable fuck and I'm sorry I won't be down in the desert to test him out. As for Trey, he was famously fucked by megatop Steve Wiley for Hot Desert Knights, on a massage table...'is there an extra charge for a prostate massage?' 'No, it's complimentary.' 'Cool.'...in a sequence remembered for the drops of cum that dripped on the camera lens. Trey was the featured bottom one night at the infamous HDK warehouse sex parties down in Palm Springs. The deal was the featured bottom got one of the big raised platforms all to himself and anybody could fuck him. Little (he's maybe, what? 5-2) Trey got a lot of attention that night. Anyway, the California boys have a lot going on this weekend, too bad for the rest of us. Way too bad.

Best Bareback Videos of 2011...Wrap Up

Here it is nearly March and I haven't done my wrap up of bareback porn videos for 2011. Well, obviously, there wasn't much last year that really excited me except for the breakout of 3 porn producers, who've been around but finally found their places in our nasty mondo porno.

Oh, I guess the video I liked best from last year was 'Real Cumdumps of New York' by the Raw Fuck Club. Yeah, I fell for the box cover with its biohazard logo on the back of a top's tee-shirt...I thought the top would be wearing the biohazard tee in the movie but actually it was just the graphic designer's placement of the artwork. And it worked. And it turned out to be a great entertainment. I like gonzo video, but I'm also in schticks, themes and even basic storylines. Owen Hawk took 4 very different types of New York pigbottoms and did a take on the Real Housewives genre. A very nice guy (sorry I can't access his name) plays the Third World immigrant type, Jayson Park plays the white collar intellectual type, Dominick Rider plays the gymn bunny type and Marco Cruise plays the streetsmart hustler type...and they're all hot cumdumps, all the sequences were nicely directed by Owen Hawk. And he's one of the three 'new' producers I'm citing as sources for hours of great pornsex in 2012, if they live up to their work issued last year.

The other two are Robby Mendez, long the Latino sextoy stuffed by numerous black dicks in Rawstrokes productions...Robby has his own brand now and he stars in most of the scenes, so check it out by starting with Robby Mendez in your search, these may be hard to find. It took me a while to warm up to Robby; I always thought he wasn't filmed quite right to show off his best asset, his totally receptive and talented hole. Now that he's in charge, he's showing it off to its best advantage.

Finally, the third producer is Black Breeders...where there are no stars as such, but always nasty sex. The sex was always there; it's just the production values that have improved substantially. And there's a bottom over there...a Gio (Joe?) Jones, the hottest black jizzhole among all the talent that Black Breeders, Raw Swagga, Thug Mania, Black Rayne, etc. made available to us in 2011. So there you have it....2011...Raw Fuck Club by Owen Hawk, Robby Mendez Productions and Black Breeders. That's where you'll find all the hottest moments in porn last year.

Now I'll have to get to my review of 'Manfuck Manifesto,' Treasure Island Media's newest dvd, in my next posting.

Up the Gut - Review

'Up the Gut' is the latest from Treasure Island Media, with Max Sohl directing TIM's mostly New York crowd, your favorites and some new additions. This video features the usual format of unrelated sequences with few crossovers, and with those showing up in the big bang group fuck at the end. The show starts with a hot top sporting a highly stylized biohazard design fixed into a tattoo'ed arm band, or maybe I'm thinking wishfully here and reading something into it...fucking a fresh new pussyboi bottom who keeps his clothes on. And then...
I've written before that today's porn studios really do function more like the Hollywood movie studios of the Golden Era than the Paramount Studios of today (god, all the others...MGM, Fox, Columbia, Warner Bros. are history) in that they know how to market their stars and give audiences what they want..and I'm talking about the current crop of movies that are based on comic strip characters, video games and computer generated special effects. Hollywood has killed off all of its stars and doesn't want to spend money on developing new ones; actors are pretty much left to their own devices. So thank God for porn: porn knows what to do with stars, and TIM has finally matched up the hot top of the moment, Antonio Biaggi with video veteran fuckhole Christian. It is a thing of beauty: that thick dark Latin man meat plunging into Christian's perfectly groomed receptive hole, and we get the shots and angles we want. You can read Christian's buttlips working that fuckstick as it probes that hole. If that weren't enough, the following scene has two Kurts, Wood and Kaiser, pummel the exquisite ass of Euroslut Lucas, as he demonstrates the power of ass muscle...this scene must be seen to be believed...it's called Cock Control, and you'll see why...the poz fantasies attached to these three poz players will be sent reeling. Next Brad McGuire, 'old reliable,' introduces new pussyboi Puppy into the world of bareback video porn...I'm sure we'll see more of Puppy in the future, hopefully in the throes of drilling at the ends of some poz tops.
You may have seen Hot Rod in the Rawstrokes videos where he's done some very impressive and serious fucking; here he's paired with black bottom Ayngel Valentino (who looks familiar, but I can't place him) and we get the movie's best cum shot...freshly fucked asshole dripping goops of cum, you get the picture.
The final closing orgy scene didn't quite do it for me, but that's no reason not to buy this dvd. I think it has to do with the architecture of the scene...the placement of the bottoms, for starters...they're head to head on a black sofa, but it seems a little awkward, despite the efforts of the two superb bottoms, the aforementioned Lucas is joined by Cory Koons, the very hot Eurasian versatile whose artful talents haven't quite been exploited as they should have been by some other porn studios. We'll look forward to seeing more of Kory in future TIM efforts. The tops include some of your favorites, you'll recognize most of them. Maybe I'm being a little too critical, but remember, Treasure Island Media, in one of the greatest bareback videos of all time, Cumsloppy Buttholes, gave us the Dawson & Sean Storm dual gang bang, the gangbang against which all others must be measured.
This is a great video...buy it. Treasure Island will end the discounted price sale of this dvd within a few days, so if you can't get it locally, check out the website.

Folsom Weekend 2011 - Part Three - Kok Bar

After my 960 fiasco, I went straight to the Kok Bar, as it is just a couple of blocks away and Treasure Island Media was throwing a party. You never know with these guys so if TIM's involved, I always make sure I'm clean and ready to go, like I said, you never can tell.
I've blogged about the KOK Bar before; it has a back space that's conducive to some naughtiness, but tonight it was partly screened off, which I took as a green light to follow your instincts.
A Bud Light. Some of the best music to be found in any bar South of Market. A good mix of guys. I ceded the front of the bar to the Silly Millys with their I-phones and their bullshit, and made for the back 'room.'
I got in a sexy mood as soon as porn reliable Jake Wetmore showed up wearing a shirt with biohazard pig on it. I got a bit of rise just seeing him, and then he took his shirt off and some guy went down on him, and I thought this might be fun...it was still kinda early.
Back at the bar, I said 'hi' and chatted with Damon Dogg, not telling him he ranked pretty high on my list of San Francisco cheap thrills. Driving past the Treasure Island Media corporate (smile) headquarters on 9th Street and catching Damon taking a smoke break on the sidewalk = cheap thrill. Seeing Damon on 9th St. schlepping shopping bags from the Bath & Beyond store down the block = cheap thrill. Seeing Damon in the smoking patio of the Mix Bar in the Castro, smoking and wearing a red sportjacket or was it a tuxedo (?) = cheap thrill. See what I mean? I didn't tell him any of this. Nice guy, for sure, and a guy who knows how to get the party started. For Folsom Saturday, Damon was dressed in that Air Force jumpsuit barely zippered to his navel (= cheap thrill!) and sauntered into the back room, and started going down on a guy and then it just went crazy from there: a gang of a dozen guys feeling each other up, sucking cock, laughing and swilling beer. Damon then got fucked by about 4 guys in quick succession, and then some of those guys gave up their asses, more sucking and fucking, the sexual heat was on the rise.
It was still kinda early.
Then porn studlet Tyler showed up, shirtless...tall, tan and with those trademark luscious lips, carrying a bunch of shopping bags.
Show me your cock, he said. I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my fat dick that was even moreplumped because I had tied it up for Jayson. That was good enough: Tyler gave me a shopping bag, a wonderful gift of dvd's (including the TIM latest, Up the Gut) among other stuff, including a notice for the TIM contra-Folsom party on Sunday.
Thanks, Paul Morris and Treasure Island. For keeping it hot. All the time.
Damon Dogg was nowhere to be seen, but no matter, because now it was Tyler who was fanning the flames.
More sucking, one guy after another going down on Tyler, and Tyler fucking a couple of guys...you gotta understand, it was a crowd, like a circuit party, in a corner of a bar on Folsom Street. Then Tyler fucked a preppy type in a striped Ralph Lauren shirt...nasty college frat boys getting barebacked in a Folsom St bar...nasty...that got me hard.
A black leatherman started patting me ass. Have I mentioned how black guys seem to find me? To get fucked in a bar would be a first for me. What could be better than a bar in SOMA? I turned around and went down on him, doing the best I could but he couldn't get it really hard. The sucking was nice, however.
Such is the 'beauty' of Folsom Weekend. What started out as an expression of the leather lifestyle has blossomed to including just about every fetish imaginable, but still with enough room for frat boys bending over and taking it raw in a quasi-leather bar.
Folsom Weekend 2011.