Laying low... real low

Haven't posted in a few days. Been laying low. Working on my house. Fixing up the yard. Bought a new art desk to help me work easier and free up time for creativity. Hitting the gym and preparing for my next round of shoots and my upcoming trip to New Orleans for Southern Decadence.

Recent events have cause me to retreat back into my cave and roll the boulder back over the opening.

The fucking asshole stalker who keeps posting and calling me an aids infected alcoholic whore with no regards for anyone else upset me more than I cared to admit. I mean... the fucking douchebag could not be more wrong about... all of that... but it still sucks to be hit with that. And not only on my blog... on other sites. He's been stalking me on Twitter as well. So I haven't been posting anywhere. I went ahead and put "comment moderation" on this blog so sorry if your comments do not appear until I review them. It's the soulless, dickless stalker you have to blame about that. It's probably a good thing though because it might prompt me to respond more to comments on here.

It seems the more "popular" I get... which basically means, the more my photo appears on some random sex hook-up site without me getting paid for their use thanks to porn advertisers... the more venom that gets spewed my way.

In P-town I had a friend of a friend come up to me after we hung out the day before, and say...

"I always just judged you by the friends that hung around you. I'm glad I got a chance to actually hang out with you because you are a really good guy."

Awww.... flattering and nice to hear!

That night, drunk and high off his ass, he stomps over to me at a club and says...

"You will never have a boyfriend. Never."

"Huh? What?"

"Because you do porn." You will never have a boyfriend because you did porn."

I explain how I'm 47 years old, it's just a part-time job, and that if a guy that I was dating didn't like the porn stuff, I would quit in a minute and get a part-time job somewhere else.

"You will never have a boyfriend" was his response.

After he repeated it about 6 more times and then said...

"Can I put my dick in your ass?"

I left the club, went back to my room, and crawled into bed. Ugh.

I'm not looking for anything from anyone. I'm always the one taking care of everyone. Why do people have to come at you with hate? It fucking sucks.

I'm keeping the boulder in front of the cave for a couple more days. I'll roll it back Thursday morning so I can get on my flight to New Orleans. Hopefully, there will not be any "friends" with messages of the hopeless doom of my boyfriend hopes and hopefully there will be no scumbag, chickenshit stalkers. Although... I kind of wish I would run into one of them... face to face. Cause I'm tired of being fucked with. I'm about ready to kick someone's fucking ass right about now.

Behind the scenes...

I try to only write about porn related stuff that I am involved in but I got this promo for the newest Cocksure Men video and I thought you guys might find it interesting. It's a funny "behind the scenes" video of Tristan Jaxx and Brady Jensen. It gives you a feel of what it's like to be on a porn shoot. The funny, uncomfortable moments that you remember, instead of the hot and sexy stuff you would expect. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy. Click here if you want to see free previews from Cocksure Men.

I'm gonna get back to cleaning my house and getting it ready for my next trip. Off to New Orleans next Thursday for Southern Decadence! It's going to be a busy couple of months ahead with the New Orleans trip, then a shoot with Extra Big Dicks/Men Over 30, then San Francisco for the Folsom Street Fair, and then back to San Francisco for a Bound Gods shoot. I HAVE to get my house in order eventually!!!
Click here if you want to see free preview from Cocksure Men.

This is why I don't shower that much

UPDATE: The refrigerator started working again! Thank God. In the end all I lost was my food and some art supplies. My ex said he would pay to replace them and I hope he remembers. Things could have been a lot worse.

Last night I passed a milestone while driving my truck and nothing bad happened. (See speedometer photo.) I'm not really superstitious but you can't help but be a little nervous at those times.

I'm just back from the foot doctor, where he gave me painful injections in one of my toes to get rid of a ganglion cyst. Fun. NOT!

Now, I'm heading for my final round of laser hair removal on my back. This time they turn it WAY UP and fry me. DAMN is that painful. Worse than getting a tattoo. SERIOUSLY! And the worse part is, after 8 sessions... the hair still comes back. This was one Christmas gift that I wish I could return.

After that I'm going to head home and finally bury the dead bird that is still in my freezer. Going to be a fun day all around.

Here are some photos from the 8th scene from Steel Mill Media's "Dirty Pigs". It's the scene where I get "waterboarded". If you want to see more, head on over to the Bound Muscle website and check it out by clicking here.








If you want to see more, head on over to the Bound Muscle website and check it out by clicking here.

Coming home to death and destruction

Getting home yesterday was a freaking nightmare! Seriously.

The night before they announced that there was a 90% chance that the high-speed ferries were not going to be running the next day and that slow buses would take their place. My ferry was scheduled for 3:00pm, and takes about 1 1/2 hours, and my flight was at 6:40pm. That was perfect. Now there was no way I was going to make my flight if I took the slow bus at 3:00pm.

So I woke up early yesterday and called the ferry company. They told me to get to the wharf IMMEDIATELY and try to get on the 10:30am bus (even though it was already sold out). So I packed quick, checked out, and RAN to the wharf. All the way to the end where the ferry office is. No room on the buses. Ugh. They told me to run to the other end of the wharf (FAR!) and talk to the chamber council (or whoever) and see if they could help. It took forever to even find the office but they got me on a bus that was going to take me right to the airport. The ride took about 4 hours with all of the traffic.

I get to the airport and check in and then all the delays start. And Spirit Airlines (THE suckiest airline in the world) was not updating anyone on the status. Thank God for free airport internet! We finally left about 9:00pm. We puled away from the gate, drove down the runway, turned around, and went back to the gate. ARGHHH!!!!! A sick passenger had to get off the plane. Couldn't they just lock her in the bathroom for the flight? Another 30 minute delay and we were on our way.

I landed, met my friend Southeast Leather boy Sean at the arrival gate, got my bags, stopped for some food and picked up my dog at my ex's house. He took care of Cynder and checked on my birds, hamsters and fish while I was away. He told me that my little white bird, who has had 4 strokes and been very sick, finally died on Friday. I had told him to put him in plastic wrap and put him in the freezer if he died, so I could bury him in the back, with the rest of my dead pets, when I got back. He did.

I opened the door to my house and there was a strange and unpleasant odor. What the fuck? The bird was wrapped in plastic in the freezer and the freezer door was open. FUCK! ALL of my food in the freezer and refrigerator had gone bad. And my refrigerator was not running any more.

I was up till 6:30am cleaning up the mess and looking on the internet for something I could do to fix the refrigerator. (The internet is NOT just for porn.) It was either that the fan had burned out, the motor had burned out, the coils had frozen solid and shut the whole thing down, or all of the above. I followed their advice and pulled the plug on the fridge and left the doors opened while I went to bed. I woke up to find a flood of water in my kitchen, hall and dining room. My books and art supplies, drawing/painting books that I had left on the floor in the dining room when I got back from the trip last night were destroyed. ARGHH!!!!

On a good note... I plugged the refrigerator back in and it seems to be working. And my ex felt bad about the food and is going to replace it. This was NOT the way I wanted to come home. But at least I'm home.

NEW VIDEO: Nick Moretti & Jake

The video that I did with very huggable teddy bear Jake Cruise is out! You know how I like those teddy bear types... and those muscle bears... and those trashy rocker guys... and... jeez, I like a lot of types!

Synopsis from the Jake Cruise site...

Put the kids to bed cause the daddies are ready to play. After watching Nick Moretti get his fur stroked by the likes of Devin Draz and Tyler Saint, I knew I had to have my turn next. His hairy chest and curved cock are enough to drive me wild! After tickling the back of each others' throats with our cocks, Nick shoves his up my waiting asshole. The wait was so worth it! Nick feels more amazing than I could have ever imagined. He pounds me long and hard until we both blow our loads onto ourselves.

And from Jake Cruise himself...

I was SO excited to work with Nick Moretti. I seldom get to work with big muscle studs, especially some of the older guys. Nick Moretti’s smile and totally adorable personality have endeared him to all of us but his raw sexual energy sends me into heaven. We didn’t waste much time getting down to business. His hairy body and the way that he maintains eye contact with you while he’s fucking your asshole… well, he’s a very passionate lover and I feel luckier than ever to have worked with him

Awww shucks Jake. Now I'm blushing.

CLICK HERE FOR A FREE PREVIEW OR TO SEE THE WHOLE THING

Gotta run now... it's time for T-dance at The Boatslip here in beautiful P-town!

NEW VIDEO: Bound Gods visit Steamworks

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Eating Out in Ptown

I LOVE to eat out when I'm on vacation. And Ptown has some of my favorite food!

Last night I had an awesome meal with the BEST Steamers and Fish & Chips I have ever eaten. Every time I'm here in Ptown I make sure I head over to Bubala's by the Bay and have both of those things.

Steamers are these gross looking steamed clams with a big black tongue sticking out of their crack. (See photos below.) You pull the clam out by the tongue and dip it in the butter or the clam broth that they serve it with. Fucking delicious! And it goes great with beer or with a very dirty martini... or two... or three.








The fish and chips are just amazingly delicious. So wet and juicy and hot on the inside and just the right crunch on the outside. The fries are also awesome and they serve them with malt vinegar. YUM!!! (See photo below.)


This morning I had breakfast in bed. (See photos below.) It was probably the best I've ever had on vacation. A big beefy portion that I couldn't stop devouring. It was so good and he was so sweet that it actually turned into a nice lunch at another local restaurant (Bayside Betsy's) that has THE BEST New England Clam Chowder anywhere. I'm hoping to have the same breakfast a couple of more times before I leave Ptown.

NEW VIDEO: Outdoor Fuckin' 2

The Cocksure Men video "Easy Riders" I did with Tyler Saint is finally out on video and is named "Outdoor Fuckin' 2" If you remember me posting about it you'll know it was a HOT, outdoor, flip-flop scene on a motorcycle.

SYNOPSIS: Whether hanging out in the garden or hiking through the hills, there's just something about the great outdoors that brings out the horn dog in hot guys. Five minutes in fresh air and these guys are ripping off their clothes and putting their mouths and tongues where the sun rarely shines. From there it's a short step to full blown, hard core action, with big, gorgeous erections sliding in and out of nice, tight asses. Out door Fuckin' 2 gives a whole new meaning to 'America the Beautiful!

CLICK HERE TO CHECK OUT OR BUY "OUTDOOR FUCKIN" 2".








CLICK HERE TO CHECK OUT OR BUY "OUTDOOR FUCKIN" 2".

Getting to Ptown

My trip to Ptown was a freakin nightmare thanks to the amazingly fucked up SPIRIT Airlines and a water taxi driver who doesn't listen.

I got to the airport around 5:30am for a 7am flight and after waiting forever to check my bag (which I prepaid online to make things go faster) I, and about 75 other people, were told that the flight was now closed and that we had missed our flights. FUCK!!! We waited in line for a representative from Spirit to come talk to us and 20 minutes later no one had come yet. I pushed my way to the front and used whatever charm I have and batted my puppy dog eyes and got a nice lady to help me. She took my bag, told me it probably wouldn't make it since I was late (5:30 AM IS NOT LATE!) and sent me off to security. Which was a long line and a mess! I used my charms to get a security guy to escort me to to the front of the line and through security and to my gate. JUST MADE IT! And the freakin SPIRIT Airlines has the balls to charge $3.00 for a small cup of diet coke on their filthy, (seriously) filthy plane. I will never fly them again! EVER!!!!

I land in Boston and make my way to the harbor by shuttle bus and board a water taxi, showing the guy exactly where I needed to go. 20 minutes later, after an awesome boat ride (see video), I arrive at the wharf and look for the High Speed Ferry company that will take me to P-town. And it's the WRONG WHARF!!! Ugh. Luckily, I find friends who had the same thing happen only with a land taxi and not a water taxi. We stop their cab before it drives off and race to the correct wharf.

The rest was smooth sailing from there and I arrived in Ptown in time for the Tea Dance at The Boatslip (see video) and a nice dinner (alone) with an awesome very dirty martini. Last night I was kinda beat but I went out to The Paramount club (which is conveniently in the hotel I am staying at) and hung out for a while and then had some pizza at Spiritus before calling it a night.

I'm rushing to meet friends at their house now so we can all go out on their boat for the day. CAN'T WAIT! I hope you guys have as good a day as I am planning on having!

Cluster Fuck

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Heading back to Cali

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It's all for the birds

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