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"ENDGAME" TEASER TRAILER

This went up on TheSword.com last week, but it was replaced fairly quickly, and I don't think you can find it via their regualr channels, so I reposting the link here:  The ENDGAME teaser trailer!

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OKAY, IT'S TRUE





"ENDGAME"

starring
CHAD HUNT
TREVOR KNIGHT
CORT DONOVAN
NASH LAWLER
SCOTT CAMPBELL
PHENIX SAINT
TYLER SAINT
KYLE PIERCE
JAMES HAMILTON

produced by DINK FLAMINGO
written & directed by JETT BLAKK

Currently in post-production...

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WHAT'S THIS I'M HEARING ABOUT CHAD HUNT?

So, I come home from Day 2 on the set of ENDGAME to read these rumors about my new movie and CHAD HUNT.  Apparently, when I kept seeing my p.a. slipping behind the set, he was taking pictures instead of blowing models or peeing on the floor.  And what pictures!  Why, taken out of context, one could easily mistake those blurry, ill-framed clandestine snaps of posturings and positionings of Chad Hunt to be interpreted any number of ways.

As to the rumors, well, I decided to post some pics from the film and let you dear readers be the judge.







Now, does it look like Mr. "King of the Tops", Mr. "I'll Never Bottom on Video" is about to be gang-banged?

Why, I've never heard of such nonsense!

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WE INTERRUPT OUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAMMING TO BRING YOU THIS IMPORTANT MESSAGE ABOUT "ENDGAME"

Today, production begins on ENDGAME, my new film from DINK FLAMINGO's Dirty Bird Pictures.  I'm very excited about it, for three reasons:  1., it's Dirty Bird's most expensive, most land-spanning production to date, and Dink has entrusted me with it; 2., we're going to Bodega Bay to cameo a location from one of my favorite movies; and 3., something's going to happen in this film.

Something BIG.

Those who've followed this blog know that there are some things I've been determined to capture on camera:  NICK CAPRA bottoming (FRENCH KISS), CHRIS DANO bottoming (THE DRIFTER and DRIFTER 2: LIKE FATHER LIKE SON), JACOB SLADER bottoming (DIRTY LITTLE SINS)...even ROD ROCKHARD bottoming (in the upcoming REDDEVILMEN.COM site launching soon).

But I've hit the top, so to speak. Today is the Big One.

You'll see what I mean.

Check back on Sunday...

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RINGLEADER: PRODUCTION DIARIES--DAY 2

I awoke the next morning to see my breath in the air as I exhaled. I arose and turned the air conditioner up to take the chill out before showering, then called CVK to see how his previous evening had been.  Uneventful. 

Getting dressed, I went down stairs around 7:30 and drove to a nearby Albertson’s where I stocked up on soda, water, chips and other snacks, as everyone had torn through the previous day’s offering.  I was struck by how friendly everyone in San Diego was. As I pushed my cart around, strangers would greet me with “Good morning!”  An assistant manager broke off a meeting with a delivery man to ask me if he could help me find anything, and as I pushed my cart slowly around a corner into the next aisle, a woman with a child in her cart said, “Oh, look!  Someone’s coming to meet us!” and when I saw her, she said,“Thank you for the slow turn.  I see you had safety first in your mind.” 

The bagboy asked if I needed help to my car, and when I said no, he replied, “Please?”  I told him it really wasn’t necessary but that there was a woman with a baby in the store that was concerned about shopping cart corner safety, and he was off like a flash.  I loaded up my car and was out of the Stepford Albertsons parking lot like a bat out of hell.

BOOMASTER knocked on my door at 8:40, and we each took a camera down stairs where we met ANTHONY, who was sucking on a cup of coffee, and DAMON, who we immediately set upon to find out if the Phantom Pervert had struck again.

“Yes,” he said, “he called again a few times.  I finally told him to come over, and I never heard from him the rest of the night.”

I asked Damon if anyone had been in the hallway when he went into his room, and he said he hadn’t been looking, so he didn’t know.

We wagon-trained it back to the studio and moved the wrestling mat to a different area.  As Boomaster mopped it down, Anthony started his stills on CHAZ, who had a splitting headache for which aspirin had done nothing.  I told Anthony to get a good “high school” wrestling pose on each model, because DINK FLAMINGO and I were tinkering with the idea of making some trading cards of the boys in their wrestling togs.  After Chaz, it was COLE'S turn, and he grumbled a bit, saying Dink already had glamour on him, but I told him we wanted shots in the singlets, so he begrudgingly agreed.

After the pics, it was wrestling time, so Cole and Chaz, both with some experience in grappling, dove at each other.  It was an exciting thing to watch, and easily the best match in the movie, even though we had to stop every few minutes because Chaz was in so much pain.  I had Chaz take some Xtra StrengthAdvil gelcaps that I had in my satchel, and they seemed to help.


Time for sex, and I filmed as Chaz sucked Cole, who returned the favor 10 minutes later.  Then Cole worked his big cock up Chaz’s tail and pounded the smaller, blond man for 20 minutes before spraying his load all over him.  Chaz had been on the edge for the last 10 minutes and soon gushed his juice.

Cole cleaned up, then he, BROCK and KASEY went to the upstairs office to shoot the B-roll of the contract-signing scene.  All the guys did a great job with the dialogue, and I was particularly impressed by Cole’s acting ability.

Now, Dink had come to the set again with the guys, but he had left early to get everything ready for a BBQ that he was throwing everyone.  At the proper time, we all piled into my car and headed for Dink’s house, a wonderful hilltop abode with a back porch that overlooked the San Diego harbor.  His house was nautically-decorated with lots of wood, navigational instruments and even a ship’s wheel!  The food was amazing, and we all had a great time.

I had drunk about 5 glasses of merlot and taken a few puffs of something being passed around, and in the warm night, chatted with Dink about Dirty Bird, Red Devil, and our plans for the future of our companies.

Damon had been flitting around like a hummingbird all night. The wine had really loosened him up.  I had never seen him like this.  Normally, soft-spoken and introverted, Damon was loud and laughing and running from straight boy to straight boy.  You see, Damon has never been able to understand how a straight man can have sex with another man.  The very act belies the term “straight”.  So that night, he was bound and determined to get to the bottom of this.

At the table, REESE was talking about his troublesome girlfriend, revealing that they had been arguing and he had finally shouted at her, “See? This is why I have sex with men!”  lol.  Damon pounced on this, asking him directly, “So you’re bi?”

Reese closed his mouth, paused, then said, “All I’m gonna say is this:  ya’ll got me cumming with a dick in my ass.”  Damon laughed and did a jig, finally getting the confession he wanted. Thank goodness I had a camera on Reese at the time, so you can all hear him say it for himself on the Behind the Scenes footage.

About this time, Brock, Kasey and Chaz came out with their shirts on their heads, looking like pharaohs, and danced for us.  SPENCER showed up and did some “characters” for us, and Reese showed us his King of the Hill Boomhauer impression.

Inside the house, Kasey, Chaz and DOMENIC were playing around with some dildos.  “Suck it!” cried Boomaster, who was filming.  No one took him up on it.  Kasey stuck a dildo to the wall, and backed up on it for a funny thrust. “Pull your pants down and take it up the butt!” someone yelled.

“Where’s Damien?” Kasey shouted, mispronouncing his name. He can take all 3 of them at once!”  At this moment, Damon appeared.  “What?” he asked.

“Back up on that dildo!” Chaz shouted.

“Not with the camera rolling!” he replied.  The Behind-the-Scenes shot ended there, so who knows what happened.

Around 11:00pm, we decided it was time to head back.  We had to shoot tomorrow, after all.  After the wine and mystery substance, I didn’t even have a buzz (one of the few advantages of body weight), so I drove us back to the motel.  Anthony, sitting in the back seat, was terrified, however. 

“Are you okay to drive?  You had a lot of wine,” he said.

“I’m fine,” I replied.

Boomaster reinforced this.  “I’ve seen him drive after drinking lots of times.  Trust me, you’re safe.”

“Watch out for that car!”Anthony shrieked, motioning toward a car that was two lanes over.  “You’re going to kill us!”

“I’m going to kill you, if you don’t keep quiet,” I replied.

“Pull over!  I’ll drive us!  You’re going to crash us!” he shouted.

“I’m not pulling over!  We’re almost back to the motel!  Just calm down!” I said.

A police car appeared in the rear view mirror, which caused Anthony to ratch it up a notch.  “There’s a cop!  He’s going to pull us over!  You’ll be arrested for drunk driving and we’ll all go to jail with you as accomplices!”

“Will you calm down and shutup, Anthony!” I said.  “I’m goingthe speed limit, and the cop’s not going to pull us over.  Please be quiet!”

Anthony shrieked and whinedall the way back to the motel, and of course, nothing happened.  I went back to my room and collapsed onmy bed.  I set up my video iPod toplay HELL NIGHT, considered prank-calling Damon to ask him if he wanted to suckmy cock, but decided against it and fell asleep.

To be continued…

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RINGLEADER: PRODUCTION DIARIES--DAY 1

The night before the shoot, BOOMASTER and I arrived at the glamorous Motel 6 in San Diego and checked in.  The rooms were small but clean, which is why I keep coming back to the 6.  Well, let’s not fool ourselves.  That and the rate. But I had to put up 4 people in separate rooms for 4 nights…and the rooms are clean. 

We then went to the train station and picked up DAMON DEVINE and checked him in.  Still photographer ANTHONY DURAN was coming in very late that night, as he was finishing up a shoot in San Francisco, flying back to L.A. then driving down to San Diego. 

The next morning, we all gathered in the hotel lobby, smiles and eager to face the day.  I was told almost immediately that Damon had been kept awake most of the night by an obscene caller who rang him every hour to ask him if he could come over and suck Damon’s dick.  Damon complained about it to the front desk, and they said they’d look into who called his room. 

We climbed into 2 cars and headed over to the 30th Street Garage studio. where ERIC, the manager, was waiting for us.  Boomaster unloaded the car, then I sent him over to Carl’s Jr. for some breakfast sandwiches while I scoped out the premises.  It was a very large space with an upstairs office and a side kitchen.  I mentally chose which scenes could be shot where, and producer DINK FLAMINGO arrived with the boys in tow. 

Now, I had given Dink the call times for which guys needed to be there and when, but I didn’t expect him to walk in the door with ALL of them behind him.  It was almost the entire cast:  COLE, CHAZ, BROCK, KASEY and REESE.  It was like Old Home Week for these guys, as they chatted and laughed and teased each other like the good buddies they were. 

I gave Brock his King B wrestling singlet and helped Reese pick out one for himself, then told the others to go through the remaining singlets and choose the ones they liked best.  There was a gold singlet with red and black stripes down the side that I liked, but no one else did.  Kasey looked at it and said, “I ain’t wearing nothing the color of piss!” before choosing the red one with yellow side stripes.  Looking back, I realize that the gold singlet was a mistake.  The gold color didn’t go with any one’s skin tone.

I got Anthony started on Reese’s glamour stills, then Brock’s, both of which you’ve seen on my blog already.  Then, we had a quick lunch, and got down to shooting the scene.  Brian (Kasey) decides to see what Slambash is all about, so he takes Crash (Cole) up on his offer to visit the event.  When he arrives, he sees King B (Brock) and Reed (Reese) wrestling on a mat while a rich Texan (Dink himself) urges Reed on.


Brock has had some wrestling experience, so he knew how to handle himself on the mat.  Reese was nowhere near Brock’s level of training, and he was outweighed by about 20 pounds of muscle, so Brock pretty much wiped the floor with him. lol.  But Reese took it like the man he is.  I shot some cutaways of Cole and Kasey and some of Dink in his sunglasses, then Reese gets pinned, ending the match.  Dink changed out of his movie clothes back into his regular ones and went outside to join the others in a smoke, and we shot some B-roll with Brock and Reese.

Then the sex started.  I was concerned that these guys, all being straight(ish), would have issues, namely hard-on problems, and while it did raise its head (or not) once in a while, for the most part things went fine.  Brock set out his laptop which played straight porn, and whenever he needed a “recharge”, would run over for a few seconds, then come bounding back, his hardon bouncing happily back to Reese’s mouth.

Anthony snapped pictures of the sucking and the first fuck position, then I came in to shoot the video for the anal.  This is our usual routine when we shoot a scene:

1.  Shoot video of sucking

2.  Shoot stills of sucking and first fuck position

3.  Shoot video of first fuck position

4.  Shoot stills of second fuck position

5.  Shoot video of second fuck position and cum shots

6.  Shoot stills of cum shots

I find this streamlines the shoot and makes everything go faster and more efficiently.

During the 2ndfuck position, as Brock is pounding Reese, who is lying ¾’s on his side, I told Brock to slap Reese’s chest.  He did—hard—and Reese let out a gasp followed by a groan of appreciation.  Wow.  So Brock kept smacking Reese’s chest, which soon turned a nice shade of burgundy, and soon the bottom moaned that he was close.

“Tell him to fuck you,” I shouted, widening out to catch Reese’s dick and face in the frame.

“Fuck me!  Fuck me!” he screamed as his cock spurted its load all over his chest and stomach as Brock kept churning his dick into the thinner man’s ass.  Brock pulled out and beat his cock for about 2 minutes before he blasted all over Reese’s body.

The guys cleaned up, and Boo scurried about the studio, breaking the equipment down and cleaning up the place.  Dink and the guys left to go to dinner, and soon afterward, Anthony and Damon got in their car to follow Boo and me back to the motel.  We went to a pharmacy first to stock up on condoms, and Boomaster wanted some shampoo, then we headed back to the 6.

Now, I have a Gio for my GPS, and I was still learning how to use it. So, I programmed the motel’s address, but as it was taking us back, I realized that it was taking us the wrong way.  I pulled over to re-do it, then had to pull over to do it again a few minutes later.  Anthony pulled up alongside us and asked what the problem was, and I told him it was nothing and would just take a minute. He turned around and parked on the other side of the street, waiting.

Finally, I got the thing to work, and looking up, I saw that Anthony and Damon were gone.  “Did you see them leave?” I asked Boo.

“No.”

I called Anthony on my cell and asked him what happened. “We’re almost back to the motel,” he said.  “We saw a car that looked like yours and followed it by mistake, thinking it was you.”

I hung up and related thestory to Boomaster.  “Do you believe that?” I asked him.

He shook his head.  “They saw another car that looked like yours and followed it?  We were sitting across the street 15 feet away.”

We returned to the motel ourselves, and I called everyone to see if they wanted to go out to dinner.  Everyone but Damon agreed.  As I was changing my clothes, Anthony called back.

“We didn’t see another car that looked like yours,” he said, his voice dripping with that guilty tone a 6-year-old has when confessing something bad to his parents.  “We ditched you.”

“I know,” I said, in my best Sherlock Holmesian manner.  “But why?”

“We were tired and wanted showers and didn’t know what you were doing, so we just went ahead.”

“I see.  You know, Anthony, I consider all of us…you, me, Boo and Damon…a family on these shoots.  Or at the very least, close friends.  Friends and family don’t ditch each other.”

“I’m sorry.  I won’t do it again.”

We went to Black Angus for a delicious dinner of steaks and wine, then back to the 6 where I went to my room to look over the next day’s shooting schedule.  It would be wrestling, sex and dialogue with Cole and Chaz.  Nothing difficult.

I put my iPod speaker ring on a chair next to my bed and plugged in my video iPod (yes, I got another one—a BETTER one—after my disastrous mindfuck at the GayVNs earlier this year) and set it to play GODZILLA VS. THE SMOG MONSTER to help me sleep.  I turned the air conditioning waaaaay down and crawled under the covers. Within minutes, I was in the arms of Morpheus.

To be continued…

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RINGLEADER'S BROCK!

This towering man of inked muscle has done videos for a couple other companies, but it's at Active Duty that he really shines.  Brock is a tough-talking, tough-acting pool-playing man with a loud laugh and always ready to smile.  During the shoot, when he needed a hard-on, he'd text message dirty talk with his girlfriend.  He loved being "King B" and got a thrill out of his black and yellow singlet.  Brock had some real-life wresting experience, so he really dominated his matches, as you will see in the scene where he pounds Reese to the mat.  Lots of tattoos and muscle, Brock is sure to make you sweat!  Enjoy these pics from Dirty Bird Pictures' RINGLEADER!

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RINGLEADER'S SPENCER!

From Dirty Bird PIctures' RINGLEADER comes SPENCER!  At the BBQ that Dink threw, Spencer was a little dynamo, full of energy, always ready to perform for the camera and with an arsenal of imitations at hand, some of which you'll see on the Behind the Scenes material on the dvd.  Lean and ripped and a hounddog for the gals, Spencer isn't above throwing his junk toward a guy if the mood strikes him.  Enjoy!

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RINGLEADER'S CHAZ!

CHAZ was quite the character on the set of Dirty Bird Pictures' production RINGLEADER.  Always cracking jokes, acting goofy and constantly smiling (which you'll see plenty of in the hour-long Behind the Scenes footage on the dvd), Chaz made the shoot a fun time for everybody.  Then, of course, there's his gorgeous ass, handsome face and stunning blonde hair.  Chaz was one of the other cast members who had some wrestling experience, and he had a great time throwing COLE around the mat.  I think their scene is the best wrestling scene of the six in the film.  His character's name in the movie was Spastic Chaz, and he liked it so much, I think he's going to legally change his name.

Enjoy!

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RENTBOY POOL PARTY (HOLLYWOOD) PICTURES!

It was 5:00pm last Saturday, and my stomach was upset.  I had eaten the Prime Rib burger from Carl's Jr. for lunch and it wasn't sitting well.  I really didn't want to go to the party, but I had promised NICK CAPRA I'd be there, so I got dressed and headed out around 5:30pm.  "Come late in the day," Nick had said.  "It will be cooler."

I drove out to Griffith Park Observatory and followed my Gio until I came upon the big metal door of the house.  There was plenty of curbside parking just 20 feet away from the door, so I pulled over, set my parking brakes, and got out.  I noticed there were four porta-potties outside and deduced that the partygoers were not allowed to use the facilities.  It would be a long trek for those that couldn't hold their liquor (I'm talking' DOWNTOWN!).  At the check-in tent, I gave the two handsome men my name and they looked it up.  The tall guy in a cowboy hat asked me, "Are YOU Jett Blakk?"  I answered that I, in fact, was, and he just whispered, "Wow..."  His partner interrupted, saying that he found my name, and asked if I was a friend of Nick Capra's.  I told him yes, and he laughed and said that Nick had LOTS of friends there today.  In fact, he had the most friends of all the guests.  "That's my NIck," I said, and let them seal a white band around my wrist.  I also had to sign a paper stating that I wouldn't hold any of the party sponsors or the owner of the house responsible if I did something stupid and hurt myself.  There was also something about my immortal soul, but I had gotten rid of that a long time ago.  Suckers.

 "Follow the brick path," he told me, and I thought they should have painted it gold for the occasion.  I went around the side of the house toward the back, passing about six twigs in speedos on the way.  "The owner's poor grass," I thought of all the guys wearing a path through his side lawn.  I could smell the pool water and my skin actually got depressed as the level of humidity rose noticeably.  I walked into the back yard, and saw lots of men, all shapes and sizes, all kinds of swimwear, splashing and walking around and lying on the grass.  The large pool was relatively empty, but the hot tub was jam-packed with guys.


The pool area.


The side yard.


The view of Hollywood from the 2nd floor terrace.


Big autographed rubber ducks.

I looked around to see if there was anyone I knew.  Suddenly, I heard "Jett!" and looked up to the 2nd floor terrace to see TREVOR KNIGHT waving wildly at me!  I waved back, then heard "Jett! Jett!", so I turned back toward the pool and at the other end saw my pal SAN DIEGO TOM.  I went over to him and gave him a hug.  "How long have you been here?" I asked him.  "Since 1:00," he replied.

"What's the rules on taking pictures?" I asked him.

"I don't think there are any, this time," he said.  "I've been taking pictures all day of everyone and everything, and no one has said 'Boo!'"

I asked him if he'd seen Nick, and Tom thought he was upstairs, so I thanked him and headed up to the 2nd floor terrace.  At the top of the stairs, I was hit full force by a small, irresistible force:  namely, the adorable, dimunitive TORY MASON, who wrapped his arms around me in a big hug.  And wouldn't let go.

"Hey, Tory, how are you?" I asked, feeling my body heat rising uncomfortably where he was holding me.  He didn't say anything, but just kept on gripping me.  Finally, he looked up at me and asked, "How are you been doing?"  I deciphered the question and responded, "I am been doing good.  Really good.  And you?"  He buried his face in my stomach again.

Suddenly, I saw Nick coming up the steps with a hunk in tow.  He almost walked past me until I reached out and grabbed his shoulder.  "Hey!  You made it!" he said, hugging me (and Tory).  I introduced them to each other, and Tory let go of me, scampering off to get another drink.


Nick Capra looking studly, as usual.

Nick introduced me to his friend, AGO VIARA.  They were a couple for the night.  I asked him if he was having a good time, and he said it had been a fun day so far.  Then, he looked past me and said, "Ohmigod!  Chi Chi is staring at you!"



"That's okay," I said.  "I'll go over and say hello in a minute."

"She's really got her gaze locked on you!"

"Maybe the back of my shorts are ripped out," I said, checking.  Safe.  Jett don't like his Blakk ass showing unless he wants it showing.

"Do you want a drink?  Let's go downstairs, and I'll get you one," Nick said, grabbing my arm.

"Wait! Wait a minute!  I have to say 'hi' to Chi Chi!"

I turned and walked over to CHI CHI LARUE, wearing a long white transparent gown with another garment underneath.  He saw me and said, "Hi!", hugging me.  I felt several layers of clothing underneath that robe and wondered how in the world he wasn't sweating like a horse.  I only had on a t-shirt and shorts, and I was squee-geeing buckets from my forehead every few seconds.
 
"Thank you for saying those nice things about me," Chi Chi said, referring to an article on GayPornBlog.com which detailed her latest movie, a bisexual opus called SHIFTING GEARS.  In it, porn stud BLAKE RILEY, a gay man, had sex for the first time with a woman, and in a bit of marketing fun, Chi Chi had announced Blake had gone "straight-for-pay".  For some reason, this caused a furor, and 90% of the comments left had been negative.  Not just negative, but in some cases, really nasty and hurtful.  This has really bothered WOLF HUDSON, by the way.  I didn't understand this attitude from the posters, so I stepped in and posted that I thought it was natural for people to experiment with sex and it didn't matter if they were getting paid for it or not or if it was on camera or not.  I didn't understand what the big deal was, but that Chi Chi was the best at handling these kinds of subjects and these kinds of films, and I was sure she would do her normal excellent job of it.  Someone needed her attention, so I said goodbye while she disappeared into the VIP room.



Nick and I went downstairs where he got me a vodka and cranberry, which wasn't on my top 10 list of favorite drinks, but the bar seemed very limited.  Nick told me he was starving, so we went back upstairs to get a hamburger.  I refrained, because I was eating dinner with CVK later, and while Nick waited for the cook to grill his patty, I looked around to see who else was there.  First, there was a guy in a lounge chair getting a handjob from an attentive friend, but I wanted to see people I knew.

I noticed Blake Riley in a pair of yellow trunks that hugged his hot ass.  I couldn't get him to turn around, so I snapped a pic of his best asset instead.



BOBBY TRENDY waved to some fans as he walked under the terrace.


Bobby Trendy

HOWARD from Fabscout jumped me with a kiss to the cheek and showed me his new boy, JASON MICHAELS.  It wasn't too much later that Nick told me Jason had been his scene partner for a recent Titan video.


Nick asks Jason Michaels if he has any buns for his burger.

COLIN O'NEAL came by, and I introduced myself.  "I've heard your name, of course," he said.  "But I've never had a face to put it to."

"Sorry, but this is the only one I've got, so it'll have to do," I said.

He laughed, and said, "It'll do just fine."


Colin O'Neal on the left.

TRISTAN MATTHEWS bounced by for a drink.  I shot a solo of him for an upcoming website, and then a scene with him and ZACKARY PIERCE for Dirty Bird Pictures' FATHER KNOWS BEST.  I congratulated him on his recent marriage to ANDY KIRRA, and he gave me a wide grin and said thanks.


Tristan Matthews


Tristan Matthews and husband Andy Kirra.

Nick was wolfing down his hanburger when I noticed BARRET LONG.  making his way through the crowd.


Barrett holdng the cup.  Notice the dainty pinky.

Barrett had e-mailed me weeks ago asking me if I would write a script for him.  I responded yes, and asked him if he had an idea or if he wanted me to pitch him some.  I never heard back.  So I went up to him and told him who I was, and he apologized for not replying, but he wanted to talk to me with an idea for the script he wanted me to write.  He told me, and I was surprised, as it was something I had also been thinking about only 2 days prior!  I won't say what it is, only that it involves...fake skin.

ROSS CANNON came by and said hello, and we talked a bit about the sets for my new film ENDGAME:  a stairwell, an office cubicle, an interstate men's room a hotel room and...a cave.  For the latter, there had been a standing cave set at Indian Springs Ranch, but the manager told me it had blown away during the last bout of Santa Ana winds.

It was about that time that JASON SECHREST took over the microphone and announced that the show was about to start.  "Show?" I asked Nick.  "There's a show?"  He looked perplexed for a second, then went back to snuggling and snogging Ago.


I noticed some other love connections going on, too.



I also noticed a hot guy in tan speedos and thought he looked like a porn star, but I didn't recognize him.  I asked NIck if he knew the guy, and he said no, then yelled, "Hey, Tan Shorts!"  The guy turned, saw us and smiled, then walked off.  "Who are you?" Nick yelled.  The guy yelled something back, but we couldn't hear him.


The half-ass on the right was Guy in Tan Shorts.  I never did find out who he was.

We found a place on the railing and waited for the show.  As we did, I saw Trevor Knight at one end of the pool, his swimsuit off!