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…

JBK