Last Thursday night, I went to see CHAD HUNT at Cocktails. CHI CHI LARUE was guest DJing next to a hot go-go boy, with the usual hilarious banter going going back and forth between her and JASON SECHREST. When I arrived, Cheesh grabbed the mic and yelled, "Hello, Jett Blakk!" I found Chad being courted by ROD ROCKHARD, who was in town for a vacation, to appear in a future production, but he didn't seem too interested. Tall, handsome JASON CREW was also nearby, and was soon talking to Rod, eager to do a film. They even swapped quick dick peeks next to me. Rod was upset that he didn't get a good enough look at Jason's, but the superstud was too nervous to give him a second look. I turned at this point to see Chad sticking his tongue into the go-go boy's very hot butt.

BRETT DRYSDALE of The Money Shot Report saddled up next to me to say hi, and soon after, TREVOR KNIGHT appeared with roommate/director ROSS CANNON in tow. Chad had his eyes laser-locked on a hot little CHRISTIAN OWEN-lookalike with a hot ass packed tightly into a pair of jeans, while I was trying my best not to drool over a Mickey's waiter with dark curly hair and a nice solid round ass hugged by black slacks. Brett and I were commenting on a tall, long-haired guy with chin spinach who we thought would make for a smokin' trailer trash movie, until it dawned on me that he looked like Ted Neeley from JESUS CHRIST SUPERSTAR. That kind of killed the fantasy.

Still photographer extraordinaire MOCHA and GINO COLBERT made appearances and DREW WARNER also popped in, sporting the beginnings of a new mohawk. And speaking of hair, ROD BARRY turned up to show off his short, ice-blonde locks. By this time, Jason Crew and Chad were flirting with both guys and girls alike, and Mr. Rockhard, having had perhaps one too many, got up on stage in front of Chi Chi's DJing table and started dancing. Ms. LaRue was very polite but stern in asking him to get off the stage before he fell and hurt himself, holding Mickey's liable.

"Chi Chi doesn't like me," he screamed into my ear.

"Why do you think that?" I asked.

"Five years ago, I met her and asked her why she didn't put black guys in her videos. She said she did, and I told her that it wasn't very often and when she did, they were 'token' blacks. She said, 'Well, fuck you!', and I said, 'Well, fuck you, too!' Ever since then, she hasn't liked me." Rod frowned.

"Gee, I wonder why," I said, taking another sip from the amaretto and coke Chad had bought me.

Rod tried to continue the conversation, but I must admit, something else of importance had captured my attention. Trevor Knight had Chad Hunt bent over my table and was humping his ass. Chad was making pleasure/pain faces (mockingly, but still hot) as Trevor slammed his denim-coated crotch hard against Chad's denim-covered ass. I jumped up and yelled, "I'll give each of you $2500 if you do that for real with my camera rolling!" It was a joke, but it would make a nice Labor Day present for Mr. Blakk.

At the next segment, Jason asked Chad if he ever bottomed. "Not on camera," he said. "Never." Jason then asked him if he ever let his boyfriend do it in their personal life. Chad grinned. "For Christmas and on his birthday," he laughed.

After the last segment was over, Chad was surrounded by a circle of men, blocking him from the view of the rest of the bar, so he could show off his dick. And it's worth showing off, believe me.

Breaking free, Chad grabbed me and said, "Let's get out of here," so we said goodbye to everyone and headed over to Bossa Nova, which was packed, so we ended up at Louise's Trattatoria where Chad had a chopped chicken salad. I had a sesame ahi tuna salad, and we talked about his life, his conflict with MICHAEL LUCAS and some ideas I had for him for future videos. He was very eager to do something story-heavy, to show off his acting chops. Well, he's talking to the right guy!

As we finished eating, Ms. LaRue called him, asking where he was and if he could walk her to her car. Chad laughed and said, "She always thinks she needs protection going to her car." I dropped him back off at Mickey's where Chi Chi was standing outside, waiting. We kissed goodbye, and I told him I'd be in touch.

A fast drive over the hill, and I was soon home, sliding into bed next to CVK, who had fallen asleep watching Are You Being Served? My baby.

JBK