Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
I'm looking forward to seeing how my interview was edited (if at all), because if you've read any of my past interviews, you then know that I give very detailed answers, especially regarding certain issues. So my biggest concern is that those certain issues weren't dodged. I hope it was shown that while I greatly enjoy what I do, it could be if possible) multiple times more enjoyable if those factors that should and could easily undone, were undone.
I'm also looking forward to reading what some of the other models that I've lusted so long for have to say. I'm hoping they didn't show themselves to be as dumb as a bucket of rocks, or even dumber by letter a PR machine do all the work of answering Owen's questions. Instead, they made themselves a whole lot more sexy by showing there's a truly intellectual being within that gorgeous face and bod that I would love to kiss, grope, suck, and fuck.
ULTIMATE STARZ comes out on October 30, 2008 so you can order yours now at Amazon.com. I'm sure you'll also soon be able to buy it from other gay book retailers as well. So ENJOY, and I hope I did you proud.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Well, to be honest what ever degree of cute I may be should not dictate as to whether I'm single or not. ANYONE being in a relationship should be dictated by finding someone who they feel is worthy of their heart, mind, body, and soul. And I have yet to find that special someone yet, and I'm not forcing it. So you may be asking with some many people out there, what could be stopping me from finding a special someone.
What's stopping me from finding that special someone is the fact that no one so far is man enough to show some individuality by not being so loyal to the rules of some culture that they take on the negative traits from that culture as well.
This should not come as a surprise. I have often said that I don't like stereotypical people. And why would I when I myself am not a stereotypical Black man? After all for starters, I do talk proper English.
There are many rules within certain cultures that are positive, and some are negative. Whether that culture be based on ethnicity, regional origin, religion, sexuality, etc., we have to show the individuality it takes to separate the positive and the negatives of that culture. My single status is due to the fact, that while I try to live by that rule, few males do the same, thereby making themselves overgrown little boys unworthy of sharing in what my heart, mind, body, and soul have to offer. I am by no means claiming to be perfect, but I'm sure most of my flaws are based on my distinct personality traits, instead of cultural traits as practically all the guys from my past.
A perfect example of this can be shown by my revisiting a name you loyal readers haven't heard from me in awhile - Igor. While being originally from Russia claiming he was (as I am still) disappointed with American gay culture, he adopted so many of the negative stereotypical traits of American gay culture (such as the shallowness) that he not only made himself unfit to be my lover as I was originally hoping for with him, but he adopted those negatives to the extent that he made himself become deemed unfit by me to be even just a friend. You see, I could except flawed judgement to an extent, because while I said that I'm not perfect, I accept that in others as well, but some imperfections just go too far for my tolerance.
This may ruffle some feathers, but iof the many cultures I can use as example, I'll use the most common - Black and White. Black culture, which nowadays is more and more being dominated by hip-hop culture therefore has rules that are based too much on street-smarts for my taste. Because besides the improper English, it is also stereotyped with homophobia and disrespect towards women in general by constant use of the word, "bitch". While White culture is based too much on book-smarts for my taste. You have no idea how much I hate the stereotypical White terminology, "I'm educated", because most (if not all) of the people who I've known to make that claim have traded book-sense for common sense. Trust me on this, I see this everyday at the law firm I work at where me and my co-workers get asked the most simple-minded questions that just a little use of common sense would make no need to ask. And the reason why this happens is because neither one exhibiting stereotypical behavior decides to create a balance between street-smarts and book-smarts.
Now while these behaviors may be common to those stereotypical of their race, it is of course possible for people to adopt the rules of other ethnic or societal cultures, as I mentioned in Igor's case. BUT all too often, they adopt the bad more than the good of that culture. Hence the reason you have Whites who call themselves "wiggas"and are usually just as rude and obnoxious as the stereotypical Black, and Blacks who call themselves "educated", but just like their Whites cohorts, have traded book-sense for common sense.
As I often answer questions before you can put them in any comments you may have, I must assure you that as a Black man, my annoyance with Blacks claiming to be "educated" has nothing to do with me envying them because I have a high school education. After all, considering the constant display of common sense and looking below the surface of things that I have displayed on this blog since its beginning, I ask you, what reason would I have to envy them? NONE AT ALL, because I practice what I preach by trying to create a balance of both street-smarts and book-smarts that I feel has and still does give me survival skills in this world that make me practically invincible. To the extent that I will only be beaten by the hands of God.
So in regards to the Black and White friends that I have, they are my friends because they don't so follow the rules of their race's culture that they've (massively, if at all) adopted it negatives, nor have they erroneously so followed another race's culture that they have adopted that culture's negatives. They have learned the art of taking on the good and leaving behind the bad. The same as I try to do.
That is why with all of the variety of people I have come in contact with, I personally have taken note of both, the behavioral traits embedded in them because of a specific culture they allow themselves to be ruled by. Also, just in case I might not be around them for long, I listen to what they have to say are the traditions within the culture that they allow themselves to be ruled by. With that in mind, I have tried to live my life by adopting those behavioral traits that make me a productive individual, and discarding the ones that do not. If I could meet a single male who is individual enough, therefore adult enough, therefore man enough, therefore intellectual enough to do the same, then I might not have the single status that I have today.
Well according to the book, "The Secret Language of Birthdays" people born on my day are very tenacious, so I am quite patient in waiting for what I want. And as an Aries, I am quite stubborn about not accepting anything less. So until that sweet day that I meet someone man enough to be his own man, therefore not so puppeteered by some culture rules that he lessens the worth of his existence, I will revel in my single life, basking in the fact that at least I'm living life by the standards not set by some culture, but set by the individual ME.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
I have often corrected the notion here that just because I do porn, that does not mean I am also an escort. They are 2 separate things. For one, as a porn actor, it is inevitable that there will be sex and it will be seen by the public, while as an escort, sex might be involved, and whether that sex is seen would be up to a client/escort agreement. I AM ONLY A PORN ACTOR, but the aforementioned misconception may have led to my getting a little experience as an escort.
While I was at HustlaBall, a gentleman approached me saying that he saw me at the Gay Erotic Expo, an he thought I was really cute. I thanked him for the compliment. He then asked me if I wanted to have some fun. I responded by telling him that the only fun I have is for free, and I don't get paid for it. And he wasn't a bad looking guy at all, so having fun was actually a possibility. This happened just as the VIP Lounge was starting to get jumping somewhat, so I was by means ready to distract myself with anything else, especially after paying for that VIP ticket. With that in mind, I told him that I may be interested later.
Later came sooner than I thought.
While I was talking to someone I only chatted with at Daniel Nardicio's Oktoberfist the night before, that same gentleman walked pass me. I greeted him with a smile as he passed by. The next thing I knew, while I was still chatting with the guy from Oktoberfist, the gentleman was coming over to me offering me a beer. He then whisked me off over near a small area on one side of the bar. We conversated with him asking me things about the porn business. I did allow him to feel me up to the point of giving me a hard-on. I know he wanted more, but I didn't allow it. He even wanted to give me a blowjob right there. But I stopped him because Daniel Nardicio was hosting the VIP Lounge, but I wasn't working it. So tonight, I might allow a patron to cop a feel of my cock, but not a taste.
He actually put money in my pocket for spending time with him. He gave me the option to leave, but since he really was a gentleman, I stayed with him a little longer before going back to the party. It was then that I caught up with Vin Nolan and Sergio Anthony.
Me and my friend Ben Marksman had a discussion about escorting, where we concluded as to how it's no different from any other profession out here. Because the bottom line is that as long as you are not compromising yourself, then you are fine doing what you do. So for I or anyone else to look down upon it is hypocritical. I enjoyed the pleasure I gave this gentleman by only being in his company, and I don't feel I compromised myself at all. Now while others would not have compromised themselves had they went any further than I did, I knew that I personally would have, hence why I can't be an escort. Therefore, while I am not a pornstar/escort as some assume are one and the same, I am just Tré Xavier - Porn Actor, and I'm content with that.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
With all that being said, do I feel that I will go next year. Most likely not, and that decision has nothing to do with the fire. It's because of everything I mentioned before. If I do attend, I will most definitely not be paying for a VIP ticket, because my only motivation will be to chill with friends of mine that might be there. So far that, I'll do what I did last year, and pay the general admission price. Because you know like they say, "if it ain't broke, don't fix it", while paying for a general admission ticket last year, I was happier with the end result. So this further solidifies the truth behind the saying of how you can't buy happiness.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Let me breakdown my thoughts on the fellow partners in crime that I met for the 1st time by working with them at Max Scott's booth.
Anyway back in reality, I can't get over the boys from B.C. Productions. This is one ethnic company that I would like to give a whirl at working with. From their stage performance, these guys seems really into each other, instead of the interaction void of chemistry that I complained about in "Black Man Meet Black Man - Now Fuck!". I walked past their booth a couple of times, and make eye contact flirting with some of their models, and I got the same look from them this year that I got when I stopped by their booth last year as a patron. They looked at me as if the opportunity presents itself, my ass is in for a ram and pound session I won't soon forget. I did sent my pics, stats, and info to them, so you never know - that may be something you actually see sometime soon.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
I've have since been written up for excesssive absence and lateness. While I admit to my lateness, (1)my abscences have not been excessive, and (2)they have since implemented a new way of days you're allowed to take off called OLP, which were at first allowed to be taken whenever you want, as long as you don't exceed the number you are allowed in a clanedar year. They have since claimed that days must be acrued. Now, if the powers that be expect to be respected, shouldn't they make up their minds of how these things are to be handled.
They tried making me sign a paper about that meeting and I refused. My mangager and HR Director didn't speak to me for a while because of my refusal. Besides disagreeing with the claim that I had excessive abscences, another reason I refused was because of the way my records were retrieved. They were retrieved by way of my keycard. If they used that same method with other co-workers (one in particular within my department) they would be in even worst shape than me, because while I may come in late 15-20 minutes late on a bad day, this person comes in 15 -20 minutes late like it's their regular time. While I admit to my wrongdoing in being late, proper managerial practices is to look over all of your employees, and not pick and choose. Especially when I'm prone to being singled out because I'm the one who takes a stand when they want above average work performance, yet treat us as less than average existence at the firm.
After awhile, we she decided to speak to me again, the HR Director laid it on thick with her fake greeting every morning to say "Good morning". I'm sure she doesn't like me considering the fact that I threatened her in the past with the fact that our previous mananger was doing things that were borderline to harassment to me and my co-workers. She attempted to laugh in my face, but it's obvious she said something to him, because he didn't bother my-co-workers for a good while. You see, since he got away with it for so long thanks to HR's incompetence, that there's no way he would totally stop on his own unless he reitred or died, and he did the latter. I didn't wish him death, but I most definitely glad his being the racist waste of space that he was is gone from here.
On September 24th and 25th, the firm was holding seminars for all of the employees telling us what our rights are and who to go to in order to make a complaint. Some of he firm's employees at the time I attended were the Human Resources Deaprtment.
The speaker at the seminar was an attorney for the KKLLP. I was getting increasingly annoyed because she kept forcing the idea of going to "internal channels of command". If you read between the lines (as I always do) you know the reason why this speaker was stressing "internal channels" was because the moment a complaint goes to an outside channel like the EEOC, the person making the complaint stands to possibly take the firm down if those claims are proven valid.
So with my annoyance towards her lawyer jargin, I asked the question even though I pretty much knew the answer already. I said, "You said that if we have a complaint to go to our supervisor. If we feel we can't trust our supervisor, then go to our supervisor. And if we can't trust our supervisor, then go to Human Resources. Now, what if you don't trust your Human Resources department, then who do you go to?"
With that question, I heard a chorus of gasps from the other employees.
The speaker stumbled her words at first, because like I said, she was trying so hard to sell us on the idea of keeping the situation within the firm. But her response was that if you can't trust HR, then go to the managing partners. To that response, I still considered to be bullshit. The reason why lies in this question I asked myself:
Why would I trust even the managing partners when they ignorance allowed someone inept as this HR Director to be in power as long as she has, putting the firm in jeopardy of being sued and/or investigated because of her overstepping the boundaries of her position?
Like I said, I pretty much knew the answer to the question before hand. So why did I ask the question while also being fully aware that people from Human Resources were in the room?
Because I was drawing the line.
The line between my being real, and the HR Director (with the initials DR) being a complete phony. Since I'm on the side of being real, if I don't like you I have no desire to talk to you. Actually not even wanting to be cordial and say, "Hello". While the HR Director is on the side of being phony.
I said before that this firm has become a revolving door of attorneys and staff spinning out of control. One of my friends at work is so in denial he actual said that constant coming and goings is the nature of the business. But my common sense over my 6 years of being here as a Mail Clerk compared to his 3 as a Paralegal give me an inside track to be able to watch how often I have to take on a new name, or remove one from my memory. And for the last couple of years to have a rate of change that is off the meter, and to include partners leaving the firm, shows that there is a definite problem.
Maybe I'll be one of the next staff members to go out of that revolving door never to return. If so, I know better things await me, because there are things going on right now for me that I can't make a parade over just yet. And even if I fall on my face, at least I took a stand with my integrity as my weapon of choice. So with that in mind to that HR Director I say----
-----"Your move, Bitch! If you think you can make a move to break me, give it a try. But you're sure to fail at that just as you have at being a worthwhile existence of a human being."
Thursday, October 9, 2008
I've always had a fantasy about being fucked by a guy wearing part of his uniform or some of his gear. You know, like a hunky repairman wearing only his tool-belt,
or a cop wearing not much more than his holster since it most definitely makes a hot ass more of a target,
or a football player wearing his shoulder gear. Maybe with his cock sticking out of his jockstrap so the friction of that elastic rubbing against his dick and balls while he's fucking me will make him have give me a massive cumbath when he shoots his load.
I've had that kink for years. This is one kink I'm not sure I can explain, but I will try anyway. Even though the hard-on it gives me makes me care less as to whether you get it or not, especially since I don't care if I get it myself. The most I can gather is 2 things:
(1) It's a another form of my kink for guys wearing fitted shirts;
and (2) that uniform or gear is a sign of the adventure that must be performed while wearing that uniform or gear. And since I am enamoured by a man of action, it makes perfect sense to be drawn to the sight of the gear they must wear during that action.
Now, with all that being said, all I need is some guy(s) willing to wear their gear while giving me a fuck, I'll never forget. For this kink, I must say that as far as I can see, I'll be a total bottom to play out this fantasy.
So any of you hotties in uniform or gear wanna play? Make sure it's firm fit for a firm ride ;-)
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
It's stories like this that are the reason why if I do venture to websites like Manhunt and have an exchange with someone, I don't make either one of our homes the initial meeting place. I've always had that rule, but on 3 occasions I did meet up with someone, I didn't stick to it. Since I've left from those instances with only memories of pleasure and none of harm, I think it best to not tempt fate. Because all it takes is 1 time for something this bad to happen.
I am more than aware that once you leave that public place with a stranger, something as bad as what happened to Mason Wyler could still happen. But my feeling is why greaten your chances of harm by not being in a public place and conversating with the person first. You see, I never make my hook-ups be about knowing the person ONLY sexually. I always learn something more. That public meeting lets me read their eyes, body language, and in between the lines of what they say.
Right now, I have possible hook-ups from guys I've had email excahnges with on Friskylist.com and DList.com. And I'm proud to say that I have stuck to my guns and said, "Let's meet in a public place". While none of those possibilties have yet to come to fruition, I'm in no rush, and it shouldn't be such a rush that I break that rule.
Some may say that Mason is young, but there are people twice Mason's age and beyond who would make the poor judgement of inviting a stranger they met through the internet into their home. But before I go any further, I must make clear that I don't feel that his poor judgement makes what happened to him totally his fault. Those animals attacking him was their own fault that they must answer for, be it by the justice system and/or bad karma.
Who could blame Mason (especially as public persona) for making that mistake with his first and foremost motive of inviting someone into his home being to get his wallet returned? I'm sure most of us could have made the same mistake with the possiblility of getting our missing wallet returned being on the line. Making out or hooking up with that supposed good samaritan would have been at least a secondary thought, if at all.
What moves me to feel so bad for Mason Wyler is of course (1) sheer human compasion, and (2)I am a fan of his. I'm probably a fan because he looks like a double of a young, blond Southern trick (from Kentucky) I had a few years ago. I even blogged about that tryst in Mason Wyler Doppelganger.
In Mason Wyler's latest post, he seems to have learned from his mistake in judgement. I just hope that he heals well from this situation. Not just physically, but more importantly - mentally and emotionally.
So to Mason Wyler - all our hopes are with you.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
This guy's being short didn't lessen his being HOT not one bit. The 1st guy I dated after coming out was shorter than me. He was a Libra (who are about just as horny as Aries - paging Owen Hawk), and a slim Cuban who after the 2nd time we had sex, he came from me riding his dick claiming that I made him come so hard that I made his balls hurt. And I was his willing bottom each time he was willing to fuck me be it 2, 3, or 4 times a day. The only reason it wasn't 5, 6, or more is because he always filled a good portion of our days with riding around in his car going somewhere. And based on that and my other experiences with shorter guys as tops (like one of the sexy Swedes) , I've come to the conclusion that they can give you a ride on your ass that outdoes some taller guys you may be lusting after.
Anyway, I seem to be getting off the topic, but you can see where my head was going looking at this guy. And evidently by his actions so was his.
I noticed 2 things: (1) he was peeping at me, and (2)he was slowly making his way to get closer to me. I was standing with inches between me and a pilar, and he in between 2 pilars on the subway platform. The next thing I know, he's leaning on the pilar next to me. As he moved closer, I noticed something else - while I didn't get the exact color, he saw that he had some beautiful light eyes. I imagined the intensity that they must show when he's having sex.
I just realized that I'm assuming this guy was a top, when he may have very well have been a bottom willing to give his plump ass up to me, and I would have gladly accepted. I guess because he was more aggressive in pursuit of me makes me come to that conclusion. My shyness is what didn't allow me to be more aggressive in this situation just like in The Power of Attraction.
When a train had finaly arrived on that track, it turned out being an A train, while I needed a D. But my possible hookup got on board the A. I could have easily got on as well, and while the train ran express between 59th and 145th Street, me and this cutey could have conversated to decided what we wanted, be it an exchange of phone numbers, a date, or a hook-up. Just to be sure I'm wasn't being over-confident about him being into me, I looked back just before the traindoors closed. I looked him in the eye, and he gave me a sexy smirk, and I return the same. So that action confirmed that this sexy little number was into me.
Who knows what could have happened had I got on that train, or if fate put us on the same train? But that hottie sure peaked my interest with thoughts of "shoulda, woulda, coulda's". Maybe if there's another prospective suitor, I'll get up the nerve and it'll be a tale of "wanted it, took it, fucked it". Stay tuned.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
I went to another Hot Jock party this past weekend. I wasn't going to go at first, because I have never gone to a party 2 consecutive times. It's my little hang-up about not appearing desperate to get laid. And it wasn't about that at all, because I have some guys more than willing to hook-up with me right now, and the feeling being quite mutual. My trip this time was more of an ego trip. I was sure word got to the organizer about my blog, and when I arrived, I discovered that it did. So once I got that ego stroking, I could have easily walked back out the door, because I got most of what I came for. I could have then just waited a few hours, then went to hang with my friend, Andrew who works at The Cock. But when I see cute guys with nice bods walking around in the undies, why would I want to leave so soon? Needless to say, I dropped trou, and hung out for a bit.
As time went on, a couple of my blog posts came back to haunt me - but in a good way.
First, I was fooling around with a blond hottie, and this other guy joined us. This other guy was hairy, bringing to mind my recent post about not shaving a hairy man. Thick eyes brows, hairy from his chest to his crotch, with a great ass. During our 3-way makeout session, I did get to bury my face in that bush of pubic hair while sucking his dick. I actually saw him when he first walked in, so this opportunity to fool around with him was very much welcomed. At one point, he left me and the blond, and right next to me, I got to see this guy fuck that cute ass of his. I definitely copped a feel of his ass bouncing while it was getting pounded. That wasn't the only time me and this hairy guy crossed paths. I get to our next encounter later on.
The next blog that haunted me was about my wanting to see Asian studs in more American-made gay porn. I witnessed some Asians top a couple of guys royally that night, and once again got the privilege to experience one's sexual prowess 1st hand, thereby proving my case made in those blog posts. A couple of Asian guys seemed to walk in together, then they went and did their separate things. One of them stood there looking at all the action, and had an amazing body. I made my way over to him , and he immediately took to me. He pulled out his cock, I played with it for a bit, then I couldn't contain myself. I had to suck it like a baby with a pacifier. He was already getting hard, and I made him totally hard. He got a condom, and I bent over ready to give the guys a show. One that undid 2 moronic misconceptions:(1)that Black guys are always tops, and (2) Asians guys can't top because of their little cock. Well there I was (a Black guy)bottoming for an Asian with a pretty nice sized cock who gave it to me doggy-style, and everyone standing around watching was getting off on it.
Bottoming for all them to see must have done something, because after that, some of the White guys who already saw me all of the sudden seemed to find me approachable. They probably left me alone before, because they were tops. If that's the case, I guess some Black guy had to bottom since the other Black guys there, as far as I saw, only topped. So if I had to only bottom for the sake of undoing that misconception, then it was worth it taking one(or in this case 2) for the team.
That second cock came later on, when me and the hairy stud crossed paths again. This time, I was standing there, and he was walking by and I thought he was going to walk past. Instead, he stopped as soon as he got next to me. He started feeling me up, I stood in front of him grinding my ass up against his semi-flaccid cock. I knew this was making him eager to fuck me, because once his cock got totally hard, he started slapping it against my ass, and sliding it up against my crack. As preparation, I had put a few condoms in my sock before entering the room. I reached down for one, and gave it to him. I laid down on the bed, because I was longing to be in missionary position before the night was over so I could squeeze some ass while getting fucked. And he did not disappoint. Just as I mentioned loving the feeling of that pubic hair hitting my ass, his unshaven pubes definitely satisfied me. Of course that was second to loving the intensity in which he fucked my ass. And I returned the favor by showing exactly why I like my tops to have a nice ass. I massaged his hot ass while I fucked his cock with my ass - and he loved it. I get off on making tops say "Oh yeah, give it to me", instead of ONLY moaning while they work my hole.
If you think my night was done, think again. I fooled around with another phenomenally fit Asian there who had a nice smooth round ass that I would have gladly either fucked or groped while getting fucked. I actually asked if I could fuck him, and he said he didn't really want an audience. He was right to think that would have happened, because the pounding I would have put on that sweet ass would have definitely drawn loads of attention. And speaking of "loads", that's what he wanted from me. He said he wanted to come, and he wanted me to shoot my load on him. So he sat on the bed with me in front of him, jerked off, and when I saw his load sprout from his cock like white lava from a volcano, I shot mine right after. And it was a pretty good load, too. Between all of the watching hot sex and having great sex, my balls had build up a pretty decent amount of cum. So this guy's torso was white from both of our loads.
If I go again anytime soon, I don't expect to have another tale to tell. But when I saw those blogs flashing in my mind because of these hotties coming up to me, I had to tell the tale of that night. At least, those blogs haunted me to react with a smile by knowing that I was right in what I said. Well, if a blog entry is going to haunt me at a sex party, I'm glad what I said in it played a part in getting me off by getting other's off.