Peter Peter Penis Eater

That was my attempt at creating a porn name. Not very good. I could have put more time into thinking about it but I seem to have few precious moments to write anymore so I thought I should get to the point. So, to the point...

It is Friday, and I am already looking forward to the highlight of my weekend: The Gay Porn Awards (officially called the GayVN Awards). I haven't actually scored tickets to the award show yet, though I am in the process of begging my friend Jonathan for freebies. I don't really care so much about the awards, but they are being hosted by Margaret Cho and Janice Dickinson, so I imagine it will be pretty hilarious. Whether I attend the award show or not, however, I will definitely attend the official after party at a new nightclub downtown. Jonathan has already scored D (boyfriend) and I VIP entrance. Apparently there will be stars in the room wearing boots and shoes and nothing else. I'm told its a super-sized cock smorgasbord. I don't know what you'll be doing tomorrow night at midnight, but I'm pretty sure you won't be having as much fun as me.

My anticipation of this event has got me thinking in the last few days of my connections to the industry over the years. Jason was the first friend I had who did porn. He was actually straight and started doing movies just after he stopped dating my friend Rowena. At first I thought his foray into gay porn made him a big closet case, but as time went on I started to think that he was really just a rabid exhibitionist.

Jason used to like to tease me a lot. One night we were hanging out at his place having beers and watching movies. Just for the fun of it, Jason stripped down to nothing so I could see his big uncut dick flopping around. This was really pushing my boundaries. I mean, we were friends and all, but I had an immediate salivary response that made me quite uncomfortable. I refrained from reaching for it while he stood in front of me, so I think to test me a bit, he grabbed a pair of pliers off a nearby table, raised one leg, and placed his foot on the back of the couch. He licked one handle of the pliers and then, much quicker than I expected, made it disappear in his bum. The actual sight of pliers in a butthole was not much of a turn on, but the fact that he was being so desperately rude was. The moment passed, but the tension remained. Later that night, Jason reached over and grabbed my dick. After he got me hard, he put it in his mouth. He gave me that bad over-the-top kind of blowjob that you can only learn from straight porn for about 30 seconds, then stopped and turned away. That was it. Jason told me years later that that was the only time he ever "messed around" with a guy without getting paid for it. Lucky me.

So let's see. I had an acquaintance named Ken who was only the third man ever to make more than $100,000 for a single movie. Later that year he told me that he had recently taken a lot of crystal and let his dog do him in the butt.

Through my mid-20's I lived in San Francisco, home of Falcon Studios, Colt Studios, Hothouse, Treasure Island, and countless more production companies. I met the "stars" at the gym, at the bars, at the clubs, on the street. I didn't know guys who did movies in Sydney, but then I met more when I lived in New York. Arpad Miklos asked me out a couple years ago (his picture is below). He found me online and told me that he wanted to play with my butt. He said he had a 10-inch penis and had pictures to prove it, though that really wasn't necessary because his dick is plastered all over the internet. We went on a date one day and because of his amazing hotness I was determined to make him like instead of just sleeping with him on the first date. We actually had a good talk and hung out for quite a while. But he really just wanted sex, and I wouldn't sleep with him. I think I finally understood the magnitude of my more recent transition to serial monogamist as I kissed him goodbye. He lifted me up to kiss him by grabbing my ass and literally lifting me off the ground, bringing my lips to his (he's very tall). As we kissed I could feel his claim to fame pressing against my leg. And damn, it was hot. But I gave him a wink and a smile and walked the other way.




Recently I have become friends with a guy named Kris who is a producer for Colt Studios. Now you have to understand, I have always thought of Colt as the ultimate in hotness. They don't just allow any guy with a boner to be a Colt Model. They take the big rugged manly ones. Several months ago, Kris asked me to be a Colt Model. I was insanely flattered, but I told him that I just couldn't see myself actually having sex with someone on camera (for commercial release anyway). He said that I could just do a photo shoot, and that they would use it for a magazine or calendar or promotional material. After months of thinking about it, I decided one-night to go for it. Unfortunately though, I didn't anticipate my boyfriend having a problem with it. But he did. Fair enough. So I'm not going to do it anymore. Sorry Kris if you read this and you're just finding out that I can't do it. I haven't had the balls to say no to your face yet. But let me thank you from the depths of my narcisistic soul for validating me so wonderfully.

So anyway, there's only one more day before the awards, so I better get to the gym. I haven't decided what I'm wearing yet, but its likely that my outfit will consist more of skin than fabric, so I have no time to waste. If anything exciting happens, I promise I'll let you know.

Its A Small (Gay) World After All

Hola senoras y senoritas. I'm down in Buenos Aires and in awe again at the power of the gay network. I came here alone, not thrilled that my boyfriend or best friend couldn't join me, but happy to come see this city nonetheless. Then two days before I came, I was at the gym and told my friend James that I was coming, and he said his husband was going to be here at the same time. I said, "No way! Where is he staying?" He said, "I think some fancy gay hotel." I said, "The Axel Hotel?" He said, "Yeah! That's the one." I said, "Holy crapballs that's where I'm staying!". We figured out that Stephen would be here 4 of my 5 nights. Nice.

So I flew Friday and arrived Saturday morning. When I got to the airport I went in search of an ATM, and while I stood in line I looked back behind me toward the crowd at the airport. The second person in line behind me was an acquaintance named Casey. No way! He said he had just flown in (on a different airline) and was here with his husband Steve, who is also a friend of mine. I asked where they were staying. The Axel Hotel. No way!

When we got to the hotel we went for a walk. When we got back I went up to the pool to see if I could find Stephen. He was there with a friend named Tim, a flight attendant who he met last year and became friends with. He didn't know Tim would be here. Another man walked up to talk to us. Mark lives in LA, and knows Tim. Tim didn't know Mark would be here. We now had a group of 6 people hanging out, all loosely tied, and instead of going out alone last night I went out with a posse. Dinner was fabulous. The club was ok. We all got really drunk.

This morning (well, afternoon) I woke up and went down to the pool. I gave Stephen a kiss hello, but as I looked up across the pool, I saw a guy named Greg who I used to hang out with in New York. No way!

Ok so that's the last person I have recognized so far, but I have only been here 30 hours.

Oh wait, I almost forgot Kristina. I posted on Facebook that I was coming to BA and she wrote to me saying that she was here as well. She actually gave me a tour of the neighborhood where she is staying yesterday afternoon and took me out. That's right. Not part of the gay network, but an odd coincidence nonetheless.

This is a short post. My friends are at the pool on the roof (not to be confused with the pool on the ground floor). The one upstairs has a glass bottom, and in the daytime the sun shines through it and lights the center of the hotel. It a-mazing. I tried to get a pic for you to see from the website, but they use graphics. Check it out: http://www.axelhotels.com/en/

Actually, I found one. If I walk out my room and look up, here is what I see:

Buenas noches! Besos a todos!