The two day break did not seem long enough. We were going to shoot a scene with BRETT MATHEWS and ZACKARY PIERCE in a cargo van which was supposed to take place at night. So, 8:00am, I arrived at the auto rental shop with CVK to pick up the vehicle. Now, I knew that the garage it was going to be parked in was 80" high and 17' deep, so when they pulled this montrous white behemoth out, I told them that no way was it going to fit. They brought out another one, a beat-up shorter model, and I signed it out.

After almost being sideswiped on the way to the location by a moron more engrossed in his breakfast burrito than in driving a straight line, I arrived at the location only to discover that this van was also too big. Dammit! So back we went. But the only thing they had that would work was a blue pickup truck.



I told them I wanted it for one day, but since this was Saturday, the man said, I couldn't bring it back until Monday. The truck was also pretty beat-up, but it ran, and that was the important thing. I just knew that for the sex scene, I could not shoot over the top of the truck bed, otherwise, the illusion of it being parked outside would be shattered.

Back at the location, the truck fit nicely into the garage, and ANTHONY DURAN took stills of Zackary on the back porch while Brett filled out his paperwork. Suddenly, the next door neighbor, a little old lady appeared and freaked Snappy out, sending everyone scurrying inside. The owner of the house laughed and said she was blind as a bat and hard of hearing, and a quick thrust of the head outside soon revealed that she had seen nothing as she chatted away happily on the phone to her sister.

Meanwhile, in the garage, Brett and Zackary were about to start their scene. The day was surprisingly cool, so the temperature in the garage was just right. Zackary sneaks a peek at a gay magazine he finds in the glove compartment and pulls out his dick for a quick stroke, thinking Brett is asleep. Not so, as the handsome truck driver's hand quickly wraps around Zack's dick. From there, it's a frenzy of sucking and fucking that made for a truly amazing scene, especially since Zack kept twisting Brett into position after position.




A quick cleanup and wrap, and I sent Snappy and the crew to my house to set up for the next scene, which would start with a layout, while the guys and I raced toward Malibu. We stopped at Plume Road to shoot some B-roll of Zack hitchhiking, then drove frantically to Point Dume Beach. The sun was going down, and it was a race that I was determined to win. We were going to shoot the tango, which I had been looking forward to for weeks, and nothing was going to cheat me of the pleasure.

We arrived at the beach at 4:45. I anticipated a 5:15 sunset, which would be plenty of time. I got to the water's edge, and stopped. There was a huge sandy incline down to the water, which was very near. The tide was coming in, and the flat part of the beach was quickly disappearing. But how to get down? The high part of the beach sloped downward very sharply, almost vertically. I found a groove cut into it by another visitor and started down, but the incline was too sharp, and when one foot sank too deeply into the sand, I lost my footing and tumbled head over heels. Sand in my shoes, pockets and shirt, but I held the camera aloft and kept it safe. The others followed, unsuccessfully suppressing giggles, but soon we were all at the water. Ty played the tango on my boom box, and I recorded Brett and Zack doing the dance about a dozen times before I felt it was covered. I thought it was beautiful. They danced as the waves swept in around their bare feet. A couple of times, I got too close and received two soakers for my trouble. But it was worth it.



I hugged both guys, and sent them on their way, then Ty and I headed back to my house, where Anthony had shot a layout on Red Devil discovery AARON ARCHER.


JOHN ROECKER, director of the film LIVE FREAKY! DIE FREAKY! was there shooting behind the scenes footage for a new documentary tentatively titled EVERYTHING YOU EVER WANTED TO ASK A GAY PORN STAR on his HD camera. Aaron and boyfriend NICK CAPRA pulled on some bathing suits from Andrew Christian, whom DREW WARNER had arranged for us to do a promotion with, then slid into the hot tub.


They performed some dialogue in which Nick tells Aaron about a time when he drank too much on a business trip and awoke to find the bellhop sucking his dick. "I've used this technique!" Nick laughed. The scene started with Aaron sucking Nick's always-ready cock before the boys jumped into the pool to continue.




Drew Warner had arrived and was dozing on the family room floor when the call came for him to strip down and suit the camera up for the underwater footage. Aaron could only stay down for about 5-6 seconds at a time, poor guy, but he kept diving back down.


The underwater stuff has a dreamy, hazy glow to it, and the red rim light, which looked beautiful on the guys' faces in the hot tub and backlit the steam rising from the water, make great crackling patterns on their bodies underwater.


Nick wasn't content with just sucking underwater. Flipping Aaron over, he performed an underwater ballet that Esther Williams could only dream about.



I sent Ty, who was helping me out by p.a.ing, to the airport to pick up R.C. RYAN and take him to his hotel. I put him up at the local Motel 6, since I knew he'd probably want to go right to bed, and it was close, clean and inexpensive.

When it came time for the anal, it was too dark underwater, so we had to move it back to the hot tub, which was in view of the backyard neighbor. His house was dark, though, so I didn't feel there was any danger. Nick called for the lube, and after a few unsuccessful attempts at penetration using Wet Light (the water from the hot tub kept washing it off), I grabbed a bottle of Wet Platinum. Nick squirted some on, then plunged his dick into Aaron's tight ass.

"It's burning," Aaron said, almost immediately. "Is it supposed to do that?" Nick looked down and started to laugh. "It's foaming up!", he said, and indeed, there was sudsy white lather all around his dick. He grabbed the bottle, checked the label and began to laugh. "This isn't Wet Platinum," he said. "It's Wet Platinum remover!!

Aaron washed his butt off, and we found the real thing. Pop! Nick's dick breached Aaron's barrier, and we were off and fucking.


Cum shot. Cum shot. I called a wrap, and everyone packed up their gear. It was about 10pm, making it a 13 hour day. But I knew the first day would be the hardest, and the remaining two days would be one scene each, making it a bit easier. Little did I know what the next day had in store for me...

Nick and Aaron spent the night in our guest bedroom. They went upstairs to bed, and before I retired, I checked my e-mail. From my office next door, I could hear them talking softly and giggling like a couple of kids. They seem good together. They were moving into their new apartment the next day. I hope they make it.

CVK and I hit the sack, too. And I fell asleep thinking of the tango and ocean waves crashing against the shore...

To be continued...

JBK