2015: Death of Condom Porn/Best Video/AIDS Mafia Shenanigans

It happened...gradually...month after month...through the whole year: fuck websites and fuck videos, one by one, abandoned the condom and transitioned into bareback products...as I predicted.  Michael Lucas is now producing his superb, honed and buffed bareback videos with his Hollywood glitz and glam marketing, and from what I can see, using on occasion, models who "crossovered" from trailblazers like Treasure Island Media...Drew Sebastian, among others, if I'm not mistaken.  I only read the box wrappers (which are beautifully rendered) of the Lucas videos, as I'm just not interested in his stuff; it's mostly fantasy beyond reach whereas Treasure Island Media stuff is within reach, if you're wanting that life, you can get it...just channel your favorite TIM man.

So at the time that pornographers are putting the condoms away, the AIDS/HIV mafia have succeeded in getting a measure on the California ballot that would require pornoistas to sheath their studs at porn shoots in California.  In this digital age, this whole idea is pretty ridiculous.  Of course I haven't read the the ballot Measure, so I'll just wait until I get my voter's pamphlet, but I can assure the language will be so simple that whatever happens, the law will be unenforceable and a big waste of time and money.  I'm pretty sure that Paul Morris has read the ballot Measure, though, and if you're interested, check out the TIM blog where he parses the discussion down to the basic fact: with the advance of PreP medications, the AIDS crowd fears for its relevance...and their jobs.  To justify their existence and keep the donations and contributions coming in, they brought in the ill-informed or ambivalent public to vote on this business matter.  It's certainly less of a health issue which is the origin of the AIDS mafia's existence.  I guess the Measure would require monitoring video production and some element of censorship, and the public's involvement in porn production.  Are you bored already?  This Measure will pass, and bareback porn will continue...maybe not in California...and the California economy, as big as it is, will not miss the income generated by porn.  But generally, this whole thing is a fuckin' bore! Well, enough of this shit.  And by the way, get ready for a lot of boring articles about Truvada and the rise of old fashioned STD's in 2016.  Like I said, it's a fuckin' bore.

I don't pretend to see every video that comes on the market, so my comments must be qualified, but there's so much shit out there, I don't need to or want to.  Treasure Island Media produced some great stuff this year, and I'm going to write about 'Fuck Off Homo' in a separate posting on a specific thrill it gave me.  Having said that, TIM achieved some interesting things last year, taking porn in some new directions, with 'Fuckholes 3,' certainly the most significant achievement in 2015.  TIM called it the first 'inter-gender bareback movie.'  Fair enough.  There's a gangbang, a tranny sequence and the debut of 'international mega cum whore' Ryan Cummings.  Only 10 tops fucked Ryan in his scene, and his followers know that's what he can do in the time it takes to stand in line at Starbucks.  Ryan took thousands of dicks last year alone, so I think we can look forward to some great things in 2016 from Treasure Island Media and Ryan Cummings.  They'll let you know, trust me.

All in all, 2015 was interesting all around...my buddy Jayson Park turned director for Hot Desert Knights, cumming out with 'Creamin' Daddies' starring some bareback veterans and xtube fave Tiger Milner.  Jayse is honing his topping instincts as well.  A true icon, Cole Tucker (from the condom era, but a barebacker in private) passed, I'm sorry to say...and Dominik Rider is showing some gray hair, I swear, but is as hot as ever.  Blue Bailey developed into a bull of a top, and he carries it very well.  Little Armond Rizzo (I remember when he just plain Joey Rodriguez) was everywhere getting schlonged by everybody...in porn there's no such thing as being overexposed...a great year from Armond...fabulous tops Cutler X, Rocco Steele...Antonio Biaggi with his own video website, was in great form.  And here's hopin' that in 2016 we'll see more of top Viktor Rom and bottoms Kyle Ferris and Owen Powers.  Kyle could be the next great little bottom superstar...his hole 'reads' beautifully, so we'll see what happens.  I could be wrong, as I was with Taylor Jackson or...was it...Jackson Taylor.  Oh well.  A great 2016 to y'all.

Hung Muslim Plows My White Ass

I don't engage in sexual politics, as a rule, but I won't deny that it pleases me that among the studs plugging my hole of late, is this hardworking guy with two kids, drives for Lyft and satisfies tricks on the side.  And no, I didn't go on the prowl looking for a Muslim guy to fuck me, nor was I trying to make a point.  The fact is that he'd been taking care of me way before Donald Trump dropped his pants and churned up the pent-up resentment of menopausal white men Republicans and the girls who want to be like them.  However, like I said...my sex life won't take a political slant, but I'm so happy that Islamic seed has coated the walls of my own love canal...just too fine...better than ever thanks to Trump.  Sometimes sex takes on an unexpected significance.

Back in the day when Vietnam was changing people's lives and not for the better, people fucked for peace. That's what they themselves said, as I recall.  The symbolism eluded me at the time, being too young to understand what were customarily dismissed as longhaired hippie weirdos, but people 'fucked for peace.'  Well, I'm fucking Muslims for peace.  And a fair shake.  Donald, pull your pants back up.  Please...before your hotels, and all the nice people who work at them, go to hell.

Michael Lucas AirBnB Shitstorm: Bitter Queen Trolls at Work?

The woman who owns the lovely Acacia Mansion in Ojai, Calif (a bucolic oak-studded town northwest of LA) has leveled a lawsuit against Michael Lucas for trashing the place and for renting it under 'false pretenses,' i.e., a pornshoot.  This story came out through the British press and was picked up by the SF Chronicle which is where I found it, and after some investigation I can say there are many things wrong with this story, and btw, the Daily Mail...dailymail.co.uk, has included photos which reinforce my doubts.

The plaintiff claims the Lucas crew broke the bed (literally), wrecked the mattresses, left sex toys, hypodermics, enema kits scattered about, shit and semen stains on the bed linens and carpet, shit in the hot tub and turds floating in the toilet.  Okay, I added the turds for some color, but come on...enema kits(?)...nobody in professional porn uses enema kits anymore, does he?  Also, nobody leaves toys behind...they fuckin' cost money (!) and shit everywhere (?)...well, the last time I checked, ML had not ventured into scatporn, and I'm pretty sure about this.  If anything Michael Lucas is a professional and judging by his remarkable success, he understands good marketing.  As for false pretenses...uhm, I doubt AirBnB requires much more than the 'business' box to be checked when declaring a reason for the visit.  After all, porn is business, and NOBODY more than Michael Lucas understands this.

Michael Lucas has his detractors.  Most of them are not serious, because it's always fun to take a poke at the guy at the top of the heap.  Michael Lucas performed in a cameo role as an underworld gangster for the RuPaul film, 'Star Booty.'  When the RuPaul character riddled Michael Lucas with a barrage of machine-gunned bullets, the cheering crowd at the Castro Theater showing, stomped and rose to its feet.  I was among them.  But that was all in good fun, it was a fun evening.  There are some others, however, who, for whatever reason, are serious to the point of evil misdoing.  I believe that's what happened in the Ojai situation.  Somewhere, and not evidenced in the Daily Mail photos, lurks an evil, bitter queen.

These evil bitter queens function as trolls.  They lie, they make up and spread rumors, they churn the gossip mill, they sabotage, they sandbag, they call the cops.  Thinking back, I'm pretty sure they were responsible for the Robby Mendez dust-up at one of his bareback parties down in the desert.  Robby was spreading disease, encouraging men to engage in unprotected sex, the usual Miz Priddy bullshit. The issue was eventually settled somehow but Robby did have to spend a brief time in the Cathedral City jail.  Some bitter queen troll phoned in a complaint, I'm pretty sure.  Some queen who ain't gettin' any, I'd venture.  In Ojai, she had enough time to shit on the bed and leave a filthy buttplug behind

The great 'Cadillac Ranch' bareback parties in Palm Springs abruptly came to an end one night with the intrusion of half a dozen cops, I was there that night and I've blogged about it.  There was some talk about neighbors complaining about a driveway being blocked.  Six cops for a complaint like that?  No, I think it was something more like the Robby Mendez case.  Another bitter troll hard at work is what I think.

In gay culture, there is some acceptance of congenital bitchery...a queer bitch gene keeps turning up, there's no getting rid of it.  Some queens just seem to thrive on it; their world is one big mean girl sorority, and it is so...so..so much easier being a bitch than getting laid, which is what they really want.  Somebody...somebody fuck these bitches now.  Please.

As for Michael Lucas, I am not a fan..but I don't wish him any harm either.  Since he shifted to a bareback product only recently, and I've been interested only in barebacking, he's been off my radar for too long.  Anyway, his products are too polished, refined, buff and sanitized for my liking.  He's not much into the grunt, snarl and sweat that I desire.  But in this Ojai case, I think he'll come out on top, and I wish him well.

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.

Butt Gymnastics

It is said that if one is a good dancer, he is probably good in bed.  And a good dancer also knows how to follow...and I consider myself a good follower.  Needless to say, I'm also a good dancer.  The daddy who fucked me inside, outside, downside and up, definitely knows his game and was easy to follow. A good bottom does what the top wants, and an experienced bottom just knows how to flow...especially when following a good top.

Most of my adventures lately have involved models.  While I don't mean to suggest that the sex is routine, but it has become...ritualized.  The computer and cell phone are involved, cab fare is on the table, it's butt up, pump, dump, and thanks, see ya.  I live in a tiny studio so it just works out best this way.  When I got to daddy's loft South of Market, there was a lot of space and we took advantage of it.

During a relatively long session, daddy twisted me like a pretzel, gently and I followed...any way he wanted me...sidesaddle...reverse this, reverse that...scissor style...and his dick never slipped out....in a masterful fuck, controlling, dominating in an assured way rather than the usual pistonfuck.  I just went along with his moves, it was great, a real workout...at one time, the inside bend of my knee was around his neck...while his dick was deep in my ass.  The last part was the familiar missionary, but intense...we were in direct eye-to-eye contact, as he shot a poz load deep into the hinter reaches of my gut.  Ah......nice.

I had met daddy in Palm Springs and later in a sling at a Polk Street fuck motel, but these were group fisting sessions, so we talked about meeting up one-on-one, since we're fairly close to one another here in the City.  There's a lot of such communication in the gay sex universe, but we finally made it happen.  Am so looking forward to next time.

Kid Satyr Leads 271 Dick Assault on SuperUltraMegaBottom Ryan Cummings

Men, catch it all on xtube...start with Ryan Cummings.  This super cumpig has yet to reach his ultimate capacity, since he's constantly aiming towards new heights, which ain't easy for him, since he's based in Edmonton, hardly the center of the gay universe.  He is one of two entities that I actually follow on Twitter; the other is Ray Dalton.  If you check him out on Twitter, you will learn that he will be in Los Angeles next month, featured at CumUnion and at the Slammer, and most probably another weekend of pump and dump action at one of Hollywood's sleazier motels (Oh God, that is so HOT!!).  His xtube download is of a previous no holes barred cumfest on a earlier trip to LA, and it's rather long by xtube standards, over an hour of non-stop action.  Keep in mind that this venture still qualifies as amateur but it's damned good, and certainly better than adequate.  For the ultimate Ryan Cummings gangbang video with superb production values, we'll have to wait for a major studio (Treasure Island Media, guys?) to document it all.  Be patient, all...as I'm pretty sure that it will happen, yes indeed.

The raunchiest sex I've enjoyed has been at the old Cockpit parties in SF and the Hot Desert Knights 'dungeon' ('warehouse' would be more accurate) parties in the desert, where I took one dick after another and just gave up trying to keep count...oh, I guess...maybe 30, but Ryan leaves nothing to chance or the imagination or estimation...he keeps count with an electronic tabulator.  When he says '271' he means '271,' it's right there on the machine.

So who's Kid Satyr?  He's a very hot black poz daddy in LA who used to blog as Mindspring, well, as I recall, for he gave up blogging a while back.  But for a time, he was my source for what was going on in Hellay.  He also uploads some of his videos on xtube, including a couple with Ryan, all very sexy, steaming, cummy, sloppy...what's not to like?  Kid Satyr opens and closes this latest Ryan Cummings video, performing with his usual aplomb...his styling is just fabulous, so go to xtube and check out Ryan Cummings and Kid Satyr, or better yet, get your ass down to Lozangeleez and feel for yourself.

The Cum is on the Floor

The cum is on the floor.  I got reunited with a fuckbud this weekend and he fucked my ass just like old times, and it was even better because he had stored up a few days of his poz jism and gave me a generous deposit after some extended stroking...yeah, even better because this load was just as big as he had promised, unlike the old times when he took care of my ass on a weekly basis, and it was great, but oh yeah, this time it was even better.  Like most bottoms, I want to keep that load up in there for as long as possible, with my buttwalls absorbing all that toxic juice, sending it to every corner of my deserving bod.  But also like most bottoms, just thinkin,. about all that cum up there, keeps me restless and horny as hell.

Something had to be done, as there is nothing like a restless fagwhore; we just can't concentrate on anything except gettin' more dick up our asses.  At times like these, I have learned to rely on local sexcare givers for psychological and physical support.  These lovely boys can be at your disposal for cabfare and lunch money, and so what if it sets us back a couple of Franklins?  So a local caregiver came right over and delivered his much desired and needed care, and another generous deposit.

Well, I know this can't go on ad infinitum, after all I ain't Ryan Cummings, you know...but I did keep these loads up my ass through the night, and upon waking the next morning, I was still restless and horny as hell.  But since I couldn't afford cabfare and lunch money for another caregiver, I'd  have to fall back on Mrs. Fist and her five daughters, as their services are free for the taking.  So in getting ready,  I took a squat on the hardwood floor and shat out a copious blob of natural lube that had marinated all night.  I mean, a big fat wad of gorgeous, deadly squat.  I couldn't touch it, it was so beautiful.  It is so beautiful.  It's still there.  The cum is on the floor.