This is Stash’s first full-on sex scene. Bryan had actually planned on putting Stash with a dude that would be way into his “twink” factor, but the model dropped off the map.
Teo was available, and Bryan did worry a bit about putting these two guys together. Teo is straight, but seems to be able to work up some muscle worship during these videos. Bryan thinks that is mainly because most his buds are prety hard core gym bunnies.
Tommy has a new friend to play with this week. His name is Peter Black and he hasn’t appeared in a scene before, let alone with a guy. Peter is a 22 year old surfer and Tommy’s looking forward to riding his wave. Okay, that was corny, but there’s nothing goofy about this new guy. He’s hot, hung and ready to party.
Omar is back to get some head, but he wants it his way! His demands are that Lesbian porn is playing on the DVD and that he can bring his favorite chick magazines to also look at during the Blow Job. Oh yeah, he had one more demand, he wants to be able to cum in the cocksuckers mouth, because as he puts it ” I hate to pull out just as I am about to bust a nut“.
Steve Prince came out 10 years ago and in the birthday spirit, he’s reminiscing. The Unending Journey
By Steve Prince
Recently I volunteered for a phone-counseling program designed for gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgendered, and questioning youth. Some of the callers are older, but most of the kids calling are ages twelve to twenty-four. No matter how much I prepared myself, I wasn’t able to even fathom all the different reasons people would call. He called because he had a fight with his boyfriend and didn’t know who to talk to. He called because he can’t stand the breasts that he was born with. She calls because drinking is the only way she can feel comfortable around the straight girl that she’s in love with. All of these callers are under sixteen-years-old.
They call because they need to be heard. Need to be consoled. Need to be loved.
“I can’t go back there again!” Through the helpline phone I can hear the frustration in Shawn’s thirteen-year-old voice.
“Well, Shawn…” I pause. I don’t want to sound like a parent, but he has to go to school. “What do you not like the most about school?”
“It’s the names.” Shawn says, his voice cracking. “I know I shouldn’t care, but if I get called fag one more time. I’m sick of it. Do you know what it’s like?”
Faggot. It’s just a word but it still stings. I try and wish that sting away, but it’s still there. It still evokes pain. Not as much as it did when I was young, but it still lingers like a bubble in a murky pound that slowly floats to the surface and pops, causing a small but distinct ripple in the water’s clouded surface.
This week it has been ten years since I came out of the closet. It’s one of the greatest acts of love I have ever given myself. Today in Los Angeles, I am so lucky to be able to live my life openly and carefree, yet I often forget the trauma of my own coming out process. As much as I loved growing up in Oklahoma, I often forget the huge amount of heartache I went through in the heartland. As I talk to kids on the phone listening to their struggles of coming out, my own memories flash through my mind like scenes in a play. To answer Shawn’s question, I do know what it’s like…
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Rascal Video exclusive, Cole Ryder was found dead today according to as-yet-unconfirmed reports. Though initial claims said that the porn star died in his sleep of a staph infection, that claim has since been retracted. At this time, his cause of death remains unknown, pending autopsy results.
A hot and hairy five-feet, 10 inches tall and 195 pounds, Ryder was one of the emerging crop of versatile, ultra-masculine performers under contract with Rascal since 2006. More as this story develops…
UPDATE: August 15th
Although final results of his autopsy are still pending, the coroner’s first impression is that the immediate cause of Cole’s death was congestive heart failure. Preliminary tissue studies showed Cole suffered from severe, hereditary, arteriosclerosis, a hardening of the blood vessels, which can lead to heart attack, stroke or aneurysm. Final autopsy results are pending.
Friends of the late porn star issued a press release in which they solicit commemorative donations to The Life Group LA, an Los Angeles-based organization for HIV education and support. Funds donated in his name will launch a support program for emergency veterinary care for the pets of HIV+ men and woman.
Director Chi Chi LaRue sent over the following statement: “Cole Ryder was a beautiful person on the inside and the outside! He had such a great manly appeal and the heart of a gentle giant. Cole was always such a pleasure to work with and I’m deeply saddened by his passing. I can only wish now that he is in peace and he will always have a special place in my heart and the C1R Family.”
His friends have also launched Cole Ryder Tribute MySpace Page. The page is sweet in that it makes the deceased porn star look simultaneously hot and dorky with just a twinge of sadness — the page has only 19 friends. It alternates pictures of him shirtless in gay bars and clothed traveling the world, and lists “the joy of his life” as a 12-year-old dachshund, “Peanut.”
It’s time for some more three-way action. Today we’ll be showing off Richard Cynderblock, the slim skateboarder, Dylan McLovin, the young personal trainer and Slade, the oldest of the trio. Dylan was interrupted by Richard skateboarding around the house naked. When Richard rolled over to his friend, Dylan McLovin figured there was only one thing to do to teach him a lesson…suck his cock!
You’re in a bedroom-slash-pubescent prison-slash-goth art space-slash-rehab gone wrong-slash-interior-slash-exterior of a real-slash-fake home where everybody, your best friend, and worst mother are all “Whatever 2000” speeded-up, reversed, replayed, and zoomed-in with hypercolor face makeup, non-stop jerky handcam, desktop digital effects editing, stylishly insubstantial banter, and mockery about caring about caring. Texas-born Ryan Trecartin, the 26-year-old wunderkind who was the youngest artist in the 2006 Whitney Biennial, is the director of I-Be Area, a slippery, almost non-narrative, 100-minute feature-length film in which Trecartin’s friends portray the clones, poseurs, avatars and wanna-bes of contemporary Internet culture. Trecartin veers between surrealism and science fiction, between comedy and horror, between Mamet-style conversation in which characters talk more to themselves than anyone else and everything is said and done completely for appearance. Call it “weird,” call it “nonsense,” call it “pastiche” or “self-indulgent”… but the one thing you can’t call it is boring or unimportant — you’ve honestly never seen anything quite like it. Read more about Trecartin’s creation of I-Be Area, see more of his film and sculpture, and get links to reactions to his work after the jump!
Boys will be boys, and Brett and his buddy Burton are no exception. These two dark haired hotties are kicking back, taking turns with a bottle of booze and talking about sex. Brett claims to have fucked Burton with vegetables , but on the menu today is his hot cockmeat! Once these tattooed dudes are nice and relaxed, the clothes come off and the action starts. These two guys clearly have chemistry, and Brett is a good top- he sucks on Burton’s juicy cock as soon as he yanks off his pants!
