Cracking Up
By Steve Prince
“You won’t think I’m a bad friend?” Alex asked, putting both of his hands on my shoulders. Behind him a sea of gay men flowed into the theater, most in pairs two-by-two. It was like a gay Noah’s Ark—the actual Bible story, not the terrible show.
“No!” I scoffed. “It’s fine. Go. I know you and Richard have a table. It’s not a big deal. Besides, I’m happy you two are so smitten for one another.”
The last sentence finally seemed to work. Alex’s face melted into relief. Then he gave me a hug and hurried into the theater to an awaiting and smiling Richard.
“Steeve,” Troy called out on the other side of the hall, “Are you coming upstairs with us?”
I waved and nodded my head.
You couldn’t actually pay me to sit in the expensive seats today. This was the third year in a row that the boys and I attended the Trevor Project’s Cracked X-mas event. We come every year because it’s fun, because it’s so gay, and because there’s an open bar; however, the event’s also a yearly marker of our friendships. We all met as volunteers for The Trevor Project—a suicide helpline for LGBT youth. For one night a year, the Wiltern Theater in Los Angeles becomes a hotspot for GLBT hob-knobbing amid a sea of orange banners—the Trevor Project color.
Alex was sweet to be so concerned about what Omar, Troy, Cody, and myself would think if he sat with Richard at one of the tables. It wasn’t that big of a deal to us. I mean, yes, I would rather he sit with us and the rest of the volunteers, but it was fine. He’s in a relationship which often means compromise.
“Everything okay?” Troy asked with a look of concern. Two at a time, I launched myself up half of the stairs, where he stood.
“Yeah,” I said. “Everything is great. Alex was just apologizing for not sitting with us.”
“Well,” Troy said in a snobbish voice, “he should—dumping us just because his boyfriend can afford expensive seats!”
I looked at Troy sideways. “You’re such a bitch,” I said jokingly though meaning it at the same time.
Without missing a beat, Troy answered, “I know.” He cleared his throat. “Tonight, you’re hanging with all the newly-single boys, so don’t bring up that adorable boy of yours, because it makes us jealous… let’s go!”
He took my arm and led me up the rest of the steps to the upstairs bar. We mingled through the crowd and finally found Cody and Omar.
“There she is!” Cody catcalled to me, while handing me a drink. Beside him stood a gorgeous Latin man with jet-black hair—Tommy.
Even though I’d met him several times already I was still taken aback by Tommy’s beauty. To say he looks like a model is an understatement. Of course he had a body fat index of negative four, but so did tons of other gays in Los Angeles. Tommy’s face was just… perfect. Even the small scar on his forehead looked as if it was meant to be there, touched by a really gay God.
I watched Cody look at him; his eyes danced as he watched Tommy talk. He was really falling for the guy. They initially met through a friend and planned on just hooking up. However, I guess you can’t choose who you fall for.
“So Steve,” Omar said with an obvious slur, already tipsy—Omar can’t turn down an open bar—”why didn’t you bring Peter?” he asked.
Jimmy is a 24 year old of Irish German descent who was raised in Idaho. He worked as a bicycle repairman and hopes to find that same work here on the Islands. This broke amateur had never been photographed naked before and he decided not to tell his girlfriend. When Jimmy first stripped, Island Studs was delighted by his beautiful lithe body and hairless chest; but when he started to jerk his dick, we were shocked by how big and fat his hard cock became! It’s clear Jimmy loves wanking his big stick. But do check out the massive gobs of goo that shoot from his fat dick head and his facial expression when he cums. Priceless!
Abel says he’s born for this type of stuff and that neither of his friends (there was a third one there that night as well) are gonna be able to compete with him. Abel is 19-years sold, 6′ 3″ and weighs around 190 lbs. He kinda reminds Dink of Colin in a way and he’s sure you’ll see what he means. Abel played football in high school. When he has time he likes to snowboard. He says he decided to join the military because he was going to college and working constantly. He had no time for himself and when things got tight, he decided to join up. Abel tells us he’s not shy and it’s pretty obvious. He’s out to have a great time and he’s certainly got the personality to make that happen.
Micah Jones fucks Jack Griffin! The first time the Dudes worked with Jack he said he’d never get fucked. Now, many months later, Jack is showing us he not only like to get hammered but that he can take it hard and heavy! Jack has really learned how to take it like a man. Micah Jones, towering at six foot four, with a powerful thick cock to match, lays into Jack with an eagerness to please and relentless fucking.
Kirk is a hot 25 year old construction worker from Florida. Kirk had sent Southern Strokes an email stating that he was a 25 year old that wasn’t at all shy and asking if they would be interested in seeing him naked. When they opened the attachment, they saw this hot boy without a shirt on and the face that just screamed “let me fuck you.” They immediately called Kirk and chatted with him for a while to discuss the shoot. Kirk has this real laid back confidence about him that even makes him hotter.
You may remember Lurid Digs, the blog that lampoons shitty home furnishings of gay nude photos. Or the Sticky entitled “What his bedroom tells you about him”. We decided to combine those ideas and critique the furnishings apparent in a few of our most recent posts, just to decode the message these studios are sending about themselves and their models. New York Straight Men: Smackdown
New York apartments are expensive. That’s why NYSM has converted their tiny place into a combination porn studio/wrestling ring/living room/suck dungeon, using the folding screen to hide their roommate. Also, having a ew pleather couches, shitty rugs, and lamps make the space feel less empty, unlike a New Yorker’s heart. Bel Ami: Josh Elliot and Sascha Chaykin Bel Ami’s men are first-rate, but their hodge-podge of imported furnishings make every scene look like they took place in a gay bed-and-breakfast or a cologne commercial from the 80’s—very glamorous (for Eastern Europe). We personally think that wicker furniture should be saved for sun rooms and retirement communities, but we guess it’s easier to replace once Bel Ami’s guys fuck it apart. Mason Wyler: Mason and Taylor Aims
Hooking up with Mason has its own risks. For one, what if this notorious bottom decides to ram you with his man packer, instead? Second off, he’s liable to say all sorts of horrible things about you smuggling meth in your butthole. And thirdly, he’s like the Norman Bates of porn. We’re pretty sure “his” bedroom belongs to his grandma and that he’s got several “actors” stashed away somewhere. But his otherwise blah furnishings ensure his monstercock remains the star.
Four more scenes decoded, after the jump!
Bryan’s gaydar went off a little bit on Ross. He says he is straight, watched straight porn to get hard and off to, but there is some sugar there when he talks and moves.
For the life of me, Bryan can’t figure out why some of these young guys don’t figure it out in this day in age. Maybe he is bi?, but Bryan just kept thinking, “Wake Up and come play on our team, we have better toys!”
Bryan always hates to make these comments, cuz he probably is straight, but honestly, Bryan just wanted to put gay porn on for him to see how he would have responded.
Ricardo Fumanal is a 23-year-old Spanish artist whose photo-realistic drawings take a cue from fashion magazines and pornography. Though his images of men tend to be playfully rude, they also exude a boyish affection for his subjects and a sort of collage quality that is as observant as it is off-kilter. He started off as a graphic designer and eventually amased a portfolio of illustrative work from several different Spanish fashion mags.
In a brief interview with the artist, Fumanal describes his inspiration for models:
The boys you draw, are they your friends?
In general no, but I would love to do it with some of them, although the majority of my friends are not so extrovert.
I have drawn colleagues in some cases and I’ve included myself in a composition as well, but normally I select them from fashion magazines, erotic photos, cinema and the vast world of the internet.
It’s always cool when you realize that pornography inspires a lot more than orgasms. It provides men more than one way to express their desire both on the page and in bed.
Via Sticky.
David Dakota, the Nordic blond beauty is a dream man. Naturally manly and soft-spoken. He looks like the kind of guy who’d bring home to mom but once he gets those pants off, David’s inner animal comes out and his fingers go right for his asshole. Showing off those blond pubes and defined body, David works out a big load all over himself, never losing that signature smile.
Rudy contacted Latin Boyz saying he really liked Daniel’s photos and wanted to know if he was down to do a scene with him. They asked Daniel and all it took was him to see Rudy’s hot photo set and he agreed. The chemistry was certainly there as they got into some serious dick sucking and ass pounding.
The Coach has returned to teach Sergio a few wrestling moves. Besides coaching H.S. football, he is also a wrestling coach, but this time he is going to play by a “different” rulebook…the looser sucks cock!
Being that Sergio has never wrestled before, the coach was more than confident that he would be getting his cock sucked. The Coach was right of course, but before all the happened, we get to see The Coach throw Sergio around and pin him down a few times. As The Coach mounted Sergio from behind, he took out his hard cock, pulled Sergio’s drawers down and rubbed his cock on Sergio’s ass. (One of these days, we bet NYSM will be filming The Coach fucking Sergio, but that’s another day.)
