It's Bear Party Time!

Bear Party Magazine finally released it's summer edition today and I'm on the cover!

I knew they were going to run a photo from my the awesome shoot I did with photographer Ken Slater somewhere inside the magazine... but I didn't know I was going to be the "Summer CoverBear" and have a three page spread inside. VERY, VERY COOL!!!

I'll post the inside spreads in the next few posts. Wish I could get a copy of the magazine as a keepsake. I haven't been able to find it here in Fort Lauderdale. If any of my friends in San Francisco come across a copy I would be VERY GRATEFUL if you could snag me a copy or two!

The Pride I almost Died

Two days after my shoulder surgery was the Fort Lauderdale Stonewall Gay Pride Street Fair. To say I was feeling under the weather would be a huge understatement. Besides being in pain I was also week and dizzy. NOT a good time to go the event mentioned above.

So, of course, I went.

Friends of mine were having a little brunch (complete with frozen margaritas) and I really wanted to hang out with them. It was HOT as hell that day (like it always is during any outside event in South Florida) and by the time I got to the place I was already almost passing out. A couple of frozen margaritas later and I was feeling a little better. Well enough to attempt to walk the 6 blocks of the fair and end up at Rosie's restaurant and bar where the Pride Tea-Dance event was being held.

Unfortunately, after walking about half a block, it was clear to me that I was NOT going to make it. My truck was parked farther than Rosie's so the lesser of the two evils was to make it to Rosie's and pass out in whatever friend's arms I might find waiting for me there. (Of course, no one could actually take the time to slow down and walk... I mean shuffle with me.)

• After 1 block I was white as a ghost and severely overheated.

• After 2 blocks I had bloody blisters on my feet from the freakin leather sandals I was wearing. (I only wore them because I couldn't actually tie my shoe laces yet.)

I sat on the sidewalk for 15 minutes to recover and then I continued my journey.

• After 3 blocks I was so week and dizzy and the sky was swimming above me.

Another 15 minutes on the sidewalk and I picked my weak ass off the ground and continued to trudge along. Mind you, the whole time acquaintances were walking by, saying "Hello", giving me the "Oh my God... what the fuck is wrong with you?!!!" look, and then walking away.

• After 4 blocks the pain from my blisters was so extreme that it actually took focus away from the pain in my shoulder and distracted me from the need to pass out.

Another 15 minute break on the sidewalk. This time I was just tempted to curl up in a ball and wait for vultures to start swooping down and slowly but surely put me out of my misery.

• After 5 blocks I could see Rosie's and the tent with the Tea Dance where all of my friends were having a great time dancing and drinking. I felt like Dorothy when she finally woke up from the fucking poppy overdose and saw the Emerald City on the horizon.

I'm trudging along, shuffling my the bloody stumps where my feet had been only a short time ago, and as I look up there is my friend Matt Rush. As I say "Hi" to him my photographer friend Patric (from PornForPatric.net) grabs me and says, can I take a picture of the two of you?

NO!!!! What the fuck are you an idiot?!!! I'm white as a ghost, sweating like a whore in church, covered in stubble because the freakin nurse at the hospital shaved some pagan sign into my chest, loosing gallons of blood from the bleeding blisters on both of my feet, covered with bruises, razor burns and bandages. NO YOU CAN'T TAKE A FUCKING PICTURE!!!!

Of course, that is what I thought. What I actually said was. "Ummm.... I'm really not feeling that well right now. I think I'm going to sit this photo out."

To which, he promptly grabbed me by the arm (thank God not the one in the sling!), shoved me next to Matt, snapped a photo, and wandered off.

Ugh.

The results of that lovely photo shoot can be found at the top of this post. There is Matt looking tanned... and buff.. and tall... and healthy... and beautiful. And there I am looking as close to death as possible without actually being dead.

I never actually did make it to Rosie's. Instead, I fell to the ground, pulled out my cell phone, and called my ex to pick me up and drop my limp body off at my truck.

I guess things could have been a lot worse. A month later, my shoulder doesn't really hurt that much, my blisters have healed, my hair has grown back, I have some color, and I don't feel like passing out. I'm still short but I can live with that. Most importantly, I can look back and laugh at the whole event. Ohh... AND I got a nifty blog post, complete with disturbing photo, that will no doubt be picked up by other bloggers and porn websites and fuel a rumor how I am either dying from some horrible disease or hooked on drugs. Nice!

A work in progress

As promised, here are some photos of my new tattoo. I have a lot more work to do on it but it looks pretty great considering it was only one session of three hours. I only expected the outline at this point but I already have the black shading and some color. I HIGHLY RECOMMEND my tattoo artist if you need a custom piece done!
I'm all scabby and burned from the other nights tattoo session but I can't wait to do another and get some more work done. Should take about 3 sessions before it's all done. I'll keep you guys posted if you are interested.

White

My friend Pick at Adventures of a Country Boy asked me to post some "white shirt" pictures. I aim to please so here goes. (Hope you guys like!)

Getting inked

Here's the first touch of needle to skin. Sat for 3 hours last night and we got so much done. It looks AWESOME!!! I'll post some photos later.

Fuck!!! Getting my new tattoo. OUCH!!!

Bring on the pain!

Because my physical therapy (which is really going AWESOME!) is not painful enough I figured I'd bring a little more pain into my life. Actually, A LOT MORE PAIN!

I'm going to start on the rest of my sleeve tonight right after work. The tattoo guy designed it around the work he already did on my arm. It's going to keep the traditional Japanese/Zen design. A big, colorful lotus blossom with some more flowers and lots of water and waves to blend it with my Koi. Also some "air" elements to tie it into the Dragon. I'm so psyched!!!

I've already shaved my arm in preparation. So I have one hairy arm and one bare arm. It looks freaky! I also have a couple of demerol ready to pop right before I go into the shop and I'm picking up a bottle of Coconut Rum. That combination usually will get me through 4 hours of having my skin ripped apart. Hopefully, that will be enough time for me to have the entire outline and maybe some of the shading done.

And if that wasn't enough pain...
Tomorrow morning I go for my 3rd round of Laser Hair Removal on my back, shoulders and neck. I never really even wanted that but I got it for a gift last year and I have to use it. IT HURTS LIKE FUCK! They say it feels like a rubber band snapping on your skin. Ya... if that rubber band is on fire and is being snapped from the moon!

So I should be crumbled up in a ball and crying like a little baby by tomorrow afternoon. Wish me luck!

Me a daddy? YUP!

I just found out the news and I couldn't be happier. I'm going to be a father!

Well... kinda. Actually, my beautiful white Zebra Finches layed and egg and soon there will be the pitter patter and flutter of a little finch in my house.

I hope it has my eyes! (...or my ass.)

Physical Therapy or BDSM... What's the difference?

I finally started my physical therapy on Friday. Wednesday and Friday for the next month I'll be tortured by a sweet lady at the Rehab Center. She was kind of shy and reserved when I first walked in and I was not going to go through a month of that. So when she asked how I got my injury I told her, "Working out at the gym." Then I leaned in close and whispered, "And I do bondage videos. It takes its toll on you." She looked at me not quite believing and I gave her a big smile and nodded my head. "Bet you never heard that one before?" She laughed and laughed. I finally broke the ice!

After she caused me as much pain as Tyler Saint caused me during our Naked Kombat wrestling match, she came at me with an E-stim machine. As she attached the pads to my shoulder she asked, "Have you ever had this done to you before?" I smiled and she already knew she shouldn't have asked me that. "Umm... ya. Only it's usually turned up to the max and put in some very inappropriate place." I bet she's looking forward to our session tomorrow morning.

The video above is part of the at home pysical therapy I did last night. Gotta say I've done more exciting things in my bed. McFlurry incident is not included on that list.

McBlowjob

• The price of a Large McDonald's McFlurry with Caramel on the Bottom... $2.69

• Having your date throw up that large McFlurry all over your cock and leg while deep throating you... PRICELESS!

Hope everyone had as much fun as I did this weekend.

I can only aspire to be Susan Lucci

I got a mention in the latest issue of GAYVN Magazine (which is now actually only 4 pages and can be found, probably by accident, at the very back of the AVN Magazine). It's in the article Xtreme Measures which talks about how extreme and BDSM sex has gone from strictly fetish to mainstream video. The part that mentions me talks about BDSM video company Steel Mill Media and says "The company's latest film (Bullwhipped) features a top-notch cast that looks like it came from a mainstream hit: Tyler Saint, Tober Brandt and Nick Moretti."

OK... so I'm "top-notch" (and occasionally versatile-notch). Then why am I NEVER on any "Top 50" or "Top 100" porn star lists? And why have I still not been on the cover of any of the videos I've been in? Unless you count ghosted out photos, like on "Brief Encounters", or "Bears in Paradise", or the new release "Bullwhipped" which was mentioned in the GAYVN article (see photo).
And while I'm at it...

This blog has gotten lots of great critical aclaim, was the only Gay Porn Star Blog to get an "A" rating by Unzipped Magazine in an article they did a few months back, and repeatedly gets mentions on Naked Sword's blog, "The Sword". So if my blog is good why is it never nominated when awards time comes around? I can't even say that I'm the Susan Lucci of porn. At least she gets nominated!

Maybe I need to do some self promoting. Wolf Hudson recently did his whole "I'll tea bag you if you vote for me" campaign (ABSOLUTELY AWESOME!) to get votes for him hosting the Grabbys and it worked. I have to think of something "Nick Moretti Style" to put out there and get me nominated for best porn blog this year. Or get me on a list of top porn stars. Or at least get me on the cover of a video where the photo doesn't look like it was taken underwater by a blind photographer. Anyone have any ideas?

(The "Butt Shot" photo leading this blog post was taken in May, 2009 by Ken Slater of Bear Party Magazine.)

Thankful

I used to have another blog before I started doing porn. It was really very popular and I made a lot of good "blog friends" from it. Some who I am still good friends with today. Many of the friends I made were alcoholics in recovery. I identified with them. Not because I drink a lot (which I kind of do sometimes) but because I really liked the way they approached life. They took joy in every minute of every day. Like it was a gift. I guess after having an addiction consume your life for so long, getting another chance at life makes you appreciate it more. Dave, one of my alcoholic friends, used to start out every day by posting the things he was thankful for that morning. It was a very simple yet highly inspirational reality check. I could use that reality check right about now. So here goes...

• I am thankful that I am strong and free and that I have the ability to choose whatever I bring into my life... or keep out.
• I am thankful for the people who show me love and support and offer guidance when I am lost in whatever bad thoughts that consume me.
• I am thankful for the birthday gifts I got. A great new knapsack (To replace the cheap one that the rats had chewed through.), a VERY beautiful flower and fruit arrangement from Lee (Good Guy Bear), a new iPhone 3GS (Which gives me the ability to zoom into any screen and actually read what's on it. (My eyes are not what they used to be and I couldn't even read the text messages on the old one.) It also gives me the ability to shoot some little videos and post them on my blog. (See below for my first iPhone video that even cums with a happy ending!)
• I'm thankful for all of my pets. They bring me such happiness by just being what they are.
• I'm thankful that I have a pretty big dick, that I am able to develop my body into whatever shape I want too and that the years have been kind to me. I don't take these things for granted.
• I'm thankful for the ability to moderate comments on this blog. (I'll leave that one at that.)
• I'm thankful that I have a good job, a good education, and that I am blessed with artistic creativity.
• I'm thankful that I am respected by others. (Well... at least some.)
• I'm thankful that I am able to help others.
• I'm thankful that I reconnected with my spiritual side after being so bitter and against it for so many years.
• I'm thankful that I recently discovered the "Italian Margarita". (Just add a shot of Amaretto.)

OK... enough of the emotional stuff. Like I said, I got a new iPhone. And what is the first think I always do when I get a new phone with a built in camera? I take a picture of my dick! (Admit it... you do too.) But this phone has a built in video camera! So the first thing I did was take a picture of my dick in action.

Oh, that reminds me...
• I'm thankful that my recent injuries and surgeries were on my left side and that I am a right handed. So I can still do something I really like to do! :-)

Taken with my new iPhone 3GS

Happy Birthday to me? Ugh.

(Note: This post has been heavily edited so that certain people won't feel bad.)

First, here is the traditional picture of me in my birthday suit. (Damn I wish my chest hair would grow faster and I can't wait to start back at the gym!)

I've been growing my beard out for a couple of weeks but finally shaved last night because I wanted to start my new year out clean and fresh.

So today is my 46th birthday. I can't say it's a happy one. I'm back at my desk after a long eventful weekend. Unfortunately, it ended badly. Very badly. I wrote a whole long, well written post detailing my whole weekend, filled with lots of irony and angst, but I'm not going to post that. I've been trying to keep my personal life... personal. I've been hurt enough and I'm not trying to hurt anyone else. Even if he hurt me very, very badly. So this is all I'm going to say about my weekend...

Thursday night went to a much needed meditation class at the Drolma Buddhist Center.

Friday, I gayed up the bird cage with lots of plants. It's really beautiful now. I had a nice dinner with my good photographer friend Howard (Sylvester Q) and then ran into Ty LeBouf, who was visiting for the weekend. He is such a sweet and fun guy. I couldn't stay out for more than a half hour because my shoulder was killing me.

Saturday, the 4th of July, I went to the beach for a bit (first time in over a year) and then went to see the fireworks at the beach near my house at night. AWESOME!!!

Sunday was the grand opening of a new club on Fort Lauderdale beach that will host an Alegria party every now and then. This was the first party and I was not sure I was going to go due to my shoulder. But, hey, it was my birthday evening and I wanted to go out, have fun, and celebrate.

The night started out great. The place was beautiful and I danced with my friends. It all went downhill really quickly though when someone that I had cared for did some really crappy things to me. I spent midnight alone because I couldn't find my friends.

What a great birthday. Ugh. I took a Lunesta and went to bed. I had to work in the morning. Oh... and I have a nice bruise on my back.

I woke up this morning feeling very sad. But the universe has been trying to cheer me up. My birds were happy and singing as I got ready for work. Beautiful, fragrant Jasmine greeted me as I stepped out of my door. A huge Hibiscus flower waited for me as I stepped into my truck. I drove to work listening to NPR and trying not to obsess about the night. But, of course, I did.

I'm sitting at my desk at work now feeling really bad about what happened. Feeling hurt that this guy hurt me again. That he didn't even own up to it. That I trusted him again. Maybe this year I'll actually grow up and learn how to not set myself up for heartache. Thank God for birthdays and new beginnings. So... here's to 46 and a happy new year for me. Hopefully filled with peace, love and happiness.

Happy 4th of July!

Hope you guys have a Happy 4th of July!

And while your at it check out my latest, just released, Bound Gods video "Kink University".

ALSO...
The countdown till my BIRTHDAY has begun! Only two more days till I turn an even older. Does anyone know how to slow this shit down?

Let Nick Moretti teach you a lesson at Kink University

Bound Gods just released the latest video I shot with them. I was kinda worried about this one because it's not a "Master Nick" leather, dungeon video. This one takes place at Kink University and I play a teacher who's pissed off at his slacker student. So to set him on the right track I put him in some tight bondage, flog him, cane him, do some electro-tourture on him, play with some breath control, and then fuck the shit out of him. I'd call that a good day at school!
Click here to check out this video.
Here are some stills from the scene and you can find the official synopsis right after them.














































Here is the official synopsis for the video: Zane Jacobs is a lousy student at Kink University. His parents harass Nick Moretti for giving him poor grades. Fed up, Nick keeps Zane after class to teach him a real lesson. Nick ties him up and flogs him for being lazy. Nick also introduces Zane to the Zapper, the cane, breath play and more. Nick rewards Zane at the end of the day with tough love in bondage.
Click here to view this brand new Bound Gods video.