I woke up surprisingly late (for me) at 10:15am. I was to be at Falcon at 11:45, so I showered in an incredibly small shower and got dressed. I called CVK to find out how close Falcon was (only 4 blocks away from the hotel), and I decided to walk. I arrived at the offices which had a very attractive front to the building. I pushed the button and waited.

"You have reached Falcon Studios. Please leave a message at the beep."

What? I looked in the window and saw that no one was at the front desk. The message continued through its scroll of extensions, before finally giving me the tone, and I said I was waiting outside. Suddenly, the door buzzed, and I entered the grand lobby. It was truly awesome. White walls with a large spiraling staircase going up the left side. The man behind the desk asked me who I was there to see. I told him I'd like to see JACK SHAMAMA and MARKUS RAM. Jack is their production manager and co-creator of GAYPORNBLOG.COM, and Markus is a model and in charge of their internet operations.

Jack came downstairs, his head covered in shaggy curly hair and a scruffy beard, looking damn sexy. Markus entered the lobby immediately after and gave me a big bear hug. Eight years earlier, I had been a devout viewer of his personal website, frequently spending hours in his chat room talking to him (and indulging in a bit of cybersex with him, once). An amazingly handsome man, I had tried to talk him into doing a video, as there weren't a lot of black men of his calibur in the biz. He was flattered, but declined. The bug was planted, though, and he eventually did a few movies for Chi Chi and Falcon.



I can't tell you anymore about what happened at Falcon, though, as I signed a release of non-disclosure.

But, I CAN tell you that Jack, Markus and I went to lunch at a little cafe/laundromat called BRAINWASH.



The food was good. I had a flat-iron chicken sandwich with organic greens salad, which I wolfed down while talking about porn with Jack and Markus. We talked about the industry, dished and gossiped and had a really nice time, pushing the limits of Jack's lunch break. They walked me back to Falcon and said goodbye. I walked back to the hotel and put my feet up for a few hours.

At 6:00, I met MARIO CRUZ for drinks at the lobby bar.



Mario looked hot, as always. He gave me a big hug and kiss and we sat at a table at the far end of the bar so we could talk freely. He told me about the recent LORDS OF THE JUNGLE shoot in Hawaii for Raging Stallion, and what a good time he'd had. He said the shoot had its difficulties, with the heat, humidity, wildly overgrown jungle vegetation and bugs the size of hub caps, and that he had gotten ill toward the end, but he was still proud of his work and thought it would be a great video. He told me that he was thinking of moving back to L.A. in the very near future.

I had dinner plans with MIKE STABILE of NAKED SWORD and GAYPORNBLOG.COM, so Mario and I shared a cab over to a very nice restaurant called HOME.



I said goodbye to Mario and entered the restaurant. I didn't see that Mike was sitting at the bar until I was halfway to a table. As he joined me, I noticed that he had shaved his beard down to stubble and with a tossed mop of hair, he was adorably cute. Mike is quick to smile and his eyes sparkle in a way that just makes you feel like you're his best friend within minutes of meeting him (although I first met Mike and Jack a couple years previous at the GayVNs, introduced by JACOB SLADER).

We stuffed outselves with delicious food (we shared some duck spring rolls and I had a really good steak) and ordered some silky merlot and began talking. Now, Mike LOVES the porn industry. He is more enthusiastic about it than anyone I know. We talked about past trends and future probabilities. We talked about favorite porn stars and movie stars. We talked about what we liked in porn and in mainstream film. As we talked, we drank more wine. Three and a half hours and two bottles later, Mike's smile was coming very easy, and his head was drooping noticeably. I thought to myself, "Shit, I hope he doesn't pass out! I have no idea where he lives, if I had to carry him home." (I keep forgetting that big guys like me have more stamina when it comes to alcohol, and Mike is a lean little thing. lol) I could have continued the conversation for another few hours (it was THAT good and definitely the highlight of my SF trip), but, at 11 o'clock, Mike and I left the restaurant, hugged each other goodbye, and I grabbed a cab back to the hotel, where I swallowed 2 aspirin, chewed up 2 Tums (my pre-emptive hangover remedy—it ALWAYS works!) and went to bed, where, oddly enough, I dreamed of Mike and Jack walking around in a free-range chicken corrall. I just dream 'em, I can't explain 'em.

Day 3 would be Raging Stallion. More to come.

JBK