RENTBOY POOL PARTY (HOLLYWOOD) PICTURES!
Posted by Jett Blakk at 8/25/2008 8:37 AM and is filed under uncategorized 
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!
Trevor spanks the buns of Guy in Tan Shorts.
That's it, folks! Good night! The end of The Trevor Knight Show. lol
The show started, and we heard songs from AUSTRIA ANDREWS...
Tristan Matthews follows Austria as they ease on down the road.
Next up was THE PRINCESS...
Then, we heard from PEPPER MASHAY, who encouraged everyone to "Let's get soakin' wet!!"
Then...my camera battery died. Seriously.
So I missed the surprise performance by CALPURNIA ADDAMS, and a final performance by someone made up and dressed like Heath Ledger's Joker lip-syncing MICHAEL JACKSON's "Smooth Criminal". This performance cleared the joint, and I was no exception. It was now 7:45pm, and I said goodbye to Nick and Ago, then headed back out the front, where I saw Tory Mason piggy-back riding some guy. I told him goodbye, and he grabbed me, pulling me close.
"You think I'm drunk, don't you?"
I hesitated, unsure how best to answer that question.
"Well, I'm not."
I patted him on the back. "But you're doing a marvelous impression," I told him and kissed him on the forehead. He grabbed my neck and pulled me toward him, laying a hard lip-smack on my mouth, then let go. I winked at him, then headed down the stairs, where I saw Jason Sechrest and some friends looking around, waiting for a tram or some kind of vehicle to take them to their cars. He asked me if I was waiting for it, too.
"No," I said, pointing. "I'm parked right there," hearing him shriek "What?!" as I walked to my car and drove home.
I don't usually go to events like this, but I must admit, it was fun, and I enjoyed myself.
JBK
Too funny!!!
I loved your play-by-play from the party. Was the next best thing to being there in a cute swimsuit myself.
A couple of things...
First, thanks for the warning on the Prime Rib burger!
Second, that is definitely an excellent pic of Blake's ass. One of the best I've ever seen! LOL
On a sidenote: I would snuggle and snog with Ago too. Come to think of it I did a little bit at the Grabbys.
Hope you are feeling better.
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I really likeBlake Riley and while it will be a little unsettling to see him in a hetero role I will still support him and his work by buying this film even if it is just for curiosities sake.
Personally I am more looking forward to seeing Cameron MArshalls scenes in the film, from the few promo pics(and there should be more) I have seen he looks absolutely A+ gorgeous and I am not really one for hyperbole.
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Thanks for being there, I am thrilled to read your report and glad you had a good time. It was nice to see you briefly! ...and wow, thanks for all the great photos. We were honored to have you there and look forward to seeing you at other event here and there. *wink*
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