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

The night before the shoot, BOOMASTER and I arrived at the glamorous Motel 6 in San Diego and checked in.  The rooms were small but clean, which is why I keep coming back to the 6.  Well, let’s not fool ourselves.  That and the rate. But I had to put up 4 people in separate rooms for 4 nights…and the rooms are clean. 

We then went to the train station and picked up DAMON DEVINE and checked him in.  Still photographer ANTHONY DURAN was coming in very late that night, as he was finishing up a shoot in San Francisco, flying back to L.A. then driving down to San Diego. 

The next morning, we all gathered in the hotel lobby, smiles and eager to face the day.  I was told almost immediately that Damon had been kept awake most of the night by an obscene caller who rang him every hour to ask him if he could come over and suck Damon’s dick.  Damon complained about it to the front desk, and they said they’d look into who called his room. 

We climbed into 2 cars and headed over to the 30th Street Garage studio. where ERIC, the manager, was waiting for us.  Boomaster unloaded the car, then I sent him over to Carl’s Jr. for some breakfast sandwiches while I scoped out the premises.  It was a very large space with an upstairs office and a side kitchen.  I mentally chose which scenes could be shot where, and producer DINK FLAMINGO arrived with the boys in tow. 

Now, I had given Dink the call times for which guys needed to be there and when, but I didn’t expect him to walk in the door with ALL of them behind him.  It was almost the entire cast:  COLE, CHAZ, BROCK, KASEY and REESE.  It was like Old Home Week for these guys, as they chatted and laughed and teased each other like the good buddies they were. 

I gave Brock his King B wrestling singlet and helped Reese pick out one for himself, then told the others to go through the remaining singlets and choose the ones they liked best.  There was a gold singlet with red and black stripes down the side that I liked, but no one else did.  Kasey looked at it and said, “I ain’t wearing nothing the color of piss!” before choosing the red one with yellow side stripes.  Looking back, I realize that the gold singlet was a mistake.  The gold color didn’t go with any one’s skin tone.

I got Anthony started on Reese’s glamour stills, then Brock’s, both of which you’ve seen on my blog already.  Then, we had a quick lunch, and got down to shooting the scene.  Brian (Kasey) decides to see what Slambash is all about, so he takes Crash (Cole) up on his offer to visit the event.  When he arrives, he sees King B (Brock) and Reed (Reese) wrestling on a mat while a rich Texan (Dink himself) urges Reed on.

Brock has had some wrestling experience, so he knew how to handle himself on the mat.  Reese was nowhere near Brock’s level of training, and he was outweighed by about 20 pounds of muscle, so Brock pretty much wiped the floor with him. lol.  But Reese took it like the man he is.  I shot some cutaways of Cole and Kasey and some of Dink in his sunglasses, then Reese gets pinned, ending the match.  Dink changed out of his movie clothes back into his regular ones and went outside to join the others in a smoke, and we shot some B-roll with Brock and Reese.

Then the sex started.  I was concerned that these guys, all being straight(ish), would have issues, namely hard-on problems, and while it did raise its head (or not) once in a while, for the most part things went fine.  Brock set out his laptop which played straight porn, and whenever he needed a “recharge”, would run over for a few seconds, then come bounding back, his hardon bouncing happily back to Reese’s mouth.

Anthony snapped pictures of the sucking and the first fuck position, then I came in to shoot the video for the anal.  This is our usual routine when we shoot a scene:

1.  Shoot video of sucking

2.  Shoot stills of sucking and first fuck position

3.  Shoot video of first fuck position

4.  Shoot stills of second fuck position

5.  Shoot video of second fuck position and cum shots

6.  Shoot stills of cum shots

I find this streamlines the shoot and makes everything go faster and more efficiently.

During the 2^ndfuck position, as Brock is pounding Reese, who is lying ¾’s on his side, I told Brock to slap Reese’s chest.  He did—hard—and Reese let out a gasp followed by a groan of appreciation.  Wow.  So Brock kept smacking Reese’s chest, which soon turned a nice shade of burgundy, and soon the bottom moaned that he was close.

“Tell him to fuck you,” I shouted, widening out to catch Reese’s dick and face in the frame.

“Fuck me!  Fuck me!” he screamed as his cock spurted its load all over his chest and stomach as Brock kept churning his dick into the thinner man’s ass.  Brock pulled out and beat his cock for about 2 minutes before he blasted all over Reese’s body.

The guys cleaned up, and Boo scurried about the studio, breaking the equipment down and cleaning up the place.  Dink and the guys left to go to dinner, and soon afterward, Anthony and Damon got in their car to follow Boo and me back to the motel.  We went to a pharmacy first to stock up on condoms, and Boomaster wanted some shampoo, then we headed back to the 6.

Now, I have a Gio for my GPS, and I was still learning how to use it. So, I programmed the motel’s address, but as it was taking us back, I realized that it was taking us the wrong way.  I pulled over to re-do it, then had to pull over to do it again a few minutes later.  Anthony pulled up alongside us and asked what the problem was, and I told him it was nothing and would just take a minute. He turned around and parked on the other side of the street, waiting.

Finally, I got the thing to work, and looking up, I saw that Anthony and Damon were gone.  “Did you see them leave?” I asked Boo.

“No.”

I called Anthony on my cell and asked him what happened. “We’re almost back to the motel,” he said.  “We saw a car that looked like yours and followed it by mistake, thinking it was you.”

I hung up and related thestory to Boomaster.  “Do you believe that?” I asked him.

He shook his head.  “They saw another car that looked like yours and followed it?  We were sitting across the street 15 feet away.”

We returned to the motel ourselves, and I called everyone to see if they wanted to go out to dinner.  Everyone but Damon agreed.  As I was changing my clothes, Anthony called back.

“We didn’t see another car that looked like yours,” he said, his voice dripping with that guilty tone a 6-year-old has when confessing something bad to his parents.  “We ditched you.”

“I know,” I said, in my best Sherlock Holmesian manner.  “But why?”

“We were tired and wanted showers and didn’t know what you were doing, so we just went ahead.”

“I see.  You know, Anthony, I consider all of us…you, me, Boo and Damon…a family on these shoots.  Or at the very least, close friends.  Friends and family don’t ditch each other.”

“I’m sorry.  I won’t do it again.”

We went to Black Angus for a delicious dinner of steaks and wine, then back to the 6 where I went to my room to look over the next day’s shooting schedule.  It would be wrestling, sex and dialogue with Cole and Chaz.  Nothing difficult.

I put my iPod speaker ring on a chair next to my bed and plugged in my video iPod (yes, I got another one—a BETTER one—after my disastrous mindfuck at the GayVNs earlier this year) and set it to play GODZILLA VS. THE SMOG MONSTER to help me sleep.  I turned the air conditioning waaaaay down and crawled under the covers. Within minutes, I was in the arms of Morpheus.

To be continued…

JBK