Fire Island Weekend @Daniel's 3, Part 2

After my excursion in the Meat Rack, since it didn't result in me cumming, I was still horned up. In Daniel's place, I was sleeping on a sofa, and one of the 2 good-looking couple's staying there was in a room that's directly in line with the right side of the sofa. So when I came back from my Meat Rack excursion, I could easily hear them going at it. BUT it turned out being that I was also able to see that they were in a 3-way, because their door wasn't just ajar, but wide open. Now, if it was just sounds outside of a not even locked, but simply closed door, I wouldn't dare enter. However, a door wide open to room with sex going on in a house full of mostly exhibitionists is saying to most of the house's guests and inhabitants, "If you want to watch or play with us, FEEL FREE".

And since I was seeing good-looking guys go at it, so became my intention.
However, I couldn't right away, because I had sand all over me from my fuck session with that blond hottie. So I took a quick shower, then made my way into the action.

Daniel wasn't there that night, so he let the Englishmen (mentioned in previous posts about Fire Isalnd) stayed in his room that night. The Englishman was actually the 1st to get hooked up in a 3-way. The reason I mention this is because while the 3-way with my entrance has now become a 4-way in one guest room, my sixth sense felt the sexual energy suddenly kick up a notch telling of a 5th person being in the room. I at first chose to ignore this, and proceeded to enjoy all the sucking, fucking, and massaging of asses and balls I was partaking of. Then all of the sudden, out of the corner of my eye I saw another head. In my sexual daze, I thought I was seeing things, so to make sure, I started counting heads starting with my own, and realized there actually was a fifth head in the room. Just as I realized this, I heard an English accent say, "Excuse me, does anyone have some lube?"

It was the Englishman, creeping around the room naked. And we all busted out laughing at this very comical moment. We did find the lube, lent it to him, and then he went back to his 3-way, and we proceeded with what we were doing. During all of this the other good-looking couple staying in the house returned, and played voyeur to all of this.

After all of the guests from outside went on their way, all of us staying in the house got in the hot tub. All of us being the 2 couples staying there, the Englishman, and myself, which totals 6 sexually-free men, hence how we easily became a big touch and massage circle.

As the crowd dwindled down at about 5 in the morning with the sun starting to rise, I laid down on the sofa with the voyeuristic couple and one of the guys from the couple I was in the 4-some with were all in the living room talking. I actually was able to fall asleep in the midst of all this for about 2 1/2 to 3 hours, which is actually just a tad less than normal for me.

When I woke up, after seeing the guys still sitting there talking and flirting, I looked up at the ceiling fan. Now imagine looking up at that ceiling fan where the last time you saw it, there were spaces for 4 light bulbs, but only 2 bulbs were in it. BUT you wake to find all spaces are filled to make it look like what is in this video:

Yes, you are seeing correct, someone put dildos in those 2 empty light fixtures. Hence why the 1st words in my head that morning were, "What the fuck....?!"

Those dildos were 2 of 3 sitting on top the wine cabinet that you get a glimpse of in the video. In fact, you actually can see a glimpse of the 3rd dildo (that looks like a White man's cock) still on top of the wine cabinet.

As the talking and flirting continued, it led to moments of fellatio here and there, which I got in on. And not to brag, but I did show off my oral prowess. Oral prowess that NONE of the 2 online sex scenes or 10 scenes for the 8 movies I have done have ever been able to capture fully.

http://www.gayforit.com/video/19767/Tre-Xavier--Mouth-In-Action

So truth be told, if you think what I do on-camera is good, I've saved the best for off-camera. And the cum-geysers that have gushed either into my mouth, or onto the bodies of the hot guys I've sucked off proves it.

What's funny about all this is that people come to Fire Island looking for things like this to happen, and I don't look for it. They just happen, and I think that's why these things happen to me. It's because I come to a place hoping for the best, BUT expecting the worse of letdowns or nothing at all. Just like I admitted going to the Meat Rack looking for action out of curiosity, not horniness - look what happened. I got horny instead.

So for all those who go to Fire Island looking for an adventure - stop looking, and just let your adventure be born from where the mystery of the days and nights take you.

Fire Island Weekend @Daniel’s 3, Part 1: The Meat Rack Experience

In regards to the sex romps during my last trip to Fire Island, I went into it bearing in mind the theory of how lightning doesn’t strike the same place twice.

Well, the perfectionist that I am has been proven wrong - somewhat.

Because lightning struck my libido last time with my ass getting pleasured. This time around it was my cock that got pleasured.

For starters, besides the usually make-out stories that can come from Daniel Nardicio’s Underwear Parties, I had my 1st successful experience in the length of woods separating Cherry Grove and The Pines known as, The Meat Rack. I’ve ventured to The Meat Rack in the past and have grown to not expect much in regards to cute guys being on the prowl, but my Aries stubbornness and determination led me to believe that I was not the only well-preserved fit guy strolling through there. They say 3rd time's a charm, and it must be because I was finally proven right, as soon as I got a few yards deep into making a early turn, I saw a slim frame walking behind me. My sixth sense told me this person was familiar to me. At first, I thought that was silly, but then I decided to let the guy pass me, and that’s when we saw each other. And it turned out he was familiar to me, he was someone I saw earlier in the day at The Ice Palace when we were setting up for the underwear party. I said nothing to him then because he was with someone who I wasn't sure was a boyfriend or just a friend, but his blond hair and gorgeous face were imprinted into my brain.

The guy was using his cellphone to light his way, and that’s how we saw each other. We looked at each other and were instantly attracted to each other. Not out of the usual “I’m horny, so I’ll fuck anything” attraction, but this was a genuine attraction.

We told each other how hot the other was, started kissing and feeling each other up. Once I dug into the back of his pants, and felt his ass, my intuition told me he was a bottom. However, knowing how my ass seems quite inviting to many while I myself am now actually versatile off-camera, I wasn’t quick to judge. Based on his next question however, you wouldn't be able to fault me if I was quick to judge.

He asked me, “Do you want to fuck me?”

I whispered to him with one of the most dirty lust-filled drawls I’ve ever heard roll off my tongue, “Yeeeah.”

He then wanted to go somewhere more private. As far as I’m concerned, unless you go in the bushes, you’re not going to get private, which is exactly how it turned out. You see, the Meat Rack is a bunch of woods with sandy paths, and he did not lead me to fuck him in the bushes. Instead he led me to a sandy path.

With his ass, plus he never removed his tank top which only fed my fetish of guys wearing only tops, I didn’t argue. And my not arguing, had us treating the sand like we were fucking on an actual bed. It also had me finding a guy who bottoms like myself – where it’s not the all too common thought of how the top fucks and the bottom gets fucked. Instead, the top and bottom fuck each other.

http://www.gayforit.com/video/74496/Tre-Xavier--Bottoms-Up

He asked if I had lube, and I told him I did. So I lubed up and fingered his hole. I also had condoms, which I feel if you know you’re going to The Meat Rack for sex with strangers, you should definitely have both of those on hand. So I rolled one on, dipped into the warmth of his hole, and both thrusted my way AND got thrusted upon to a new chapter in my sex adventures.

Every position I topped him in, he begged for me to fuck him both deeper and harder. While I made his wish my command, he simultaneously followed his own command to me by throwing his ass so hard onto my dick that I couldn’t help but go deeper inside him. And his constant change in positions only made it even more fun. First, he got down on all fours to be fucked doggy-style, then he laid down on his stomach on the sand. I found myself having to slow down pounding on his ass because the excitement was so much that I was on the verge of cumming way before either of us were ready. He then got on his back to got at it missionary. Still never ceasing to fuck me back, he did just as I do when I bottom in missionary, and threw his ass onto my cock while grabbing my ass. Lastly, he told me to lay on my back, then he started giving a fierce hard ride to my hard-on.

I never came from fucking this guy. Remember me saying how we were actually along one of the sandy paths? Well, we did have a couple of passerbys while we were going at it. The 1st one didn’t come off as a hindrance. He came by from behind me while we were going at it missionary, so my trick saw him and motioned to the passerby how he wasn’t interested in having him join in. The 2nd one wasn’t a problem at first, until he started feeling my trick’s ass while riding my cock cowboy-style. That’s when the sex stopped.

I don’t know if too many guys who’ve ever got any action at the Meat Rack can testify to such intense extremities like I experienced. Hence why I said in past posts why I nicknamed myself “The L XTreme” - because with my legal name starting with “L”, everytime I try something new, or have success at something I’ve failed at with prior attempts, I always wind up in an extreme scenario. And I think getting sand all over yourself from fucking with a definite hottie you find at The Meat Rack constitutes as an extreme measure. Along with how finding an actual hottie at the Meat Rack is already an unusual occurrence.

We walked back down the walk together until I got to Daniel’s place. By not cumming from such a HOT experience, I was still horny as all hell. And what I saw and heard when I walked over to the sofa I was sleeping on gave me another potential avenue of release.

What happened? I’ll just say that if the sight of dildos, and tales of orgies and fellatio tickle your fancy, then you won’t want to miss this one.

Fire Island Weekend @ Daniel's 2 (conclusion)

My Friday night did not end as abruptly as I may have made it seem. There is more story to tell there.

After the Underwear Party, I met this cute guy who worked at the hotel. We started having a conversation, and next thing I knew I got invited back to his room. We cuddled all night long, with me occasionally giving him head. I seem to be quite skilled with oral lately. In fact, at the last sex party I went to, I saw myself take in 2 cocks in my mouth, and neither one was puny. Such a sight made the voyeurs quite pleased yet jealous of the recipients.

Anyway, come morning I asked for what I've been wanting from him the moment he took me to his room. I told him, "I want you inside me."

He gladly obliged. He laid down on the bed and I straddled him. I had to pace myself, because I was getting off on the fact that there is a mirror on the wall at the head of the bed, and I was seeing mysef ride his cock with a smile on my face due to the fact that his dick felt so good and right inside me. He came by jerking off together, and he sprouted like a volcano, and that sight inspired me to spew my jizz not too long after.

Early in the afternoon, I went to the beach. It was fun to sit out there, which I didn't do the last time Iwas there until the late night. After I came back, it was time to set up Daniel's palace for the radio show and cocktail party.

During the radio show and cocktail party, Daniel asked me to man the room used for guests to try out the Real Touch. I was not surprised to be asked, nor was I surprised by the fact that one of the guests wanted me to show in explicit detail how it worked - using my dick. So I put on a condom, and put my boner in the Real Touch. Once again, I knew the sure fire movie to get me off was going to be just like last week was Denis Reed in "Bareback Gang Bang Nr. 1". I thought choosing that movie might cause some controversy because of the barebacking (an issue I have yet to tackle here, but soon will), but I decided that it's one of the few movies they had listed that I knew for a fact would get me off, so I went for it.

The guest who wanted to see me use it was pretty fuckin' hot. He held the Real Touch, while I held the base of the condom. You see, the Real Touch is not made for multiple users, and if you go to the website and see how it works, you'll realize that it's easy for a condom to get pulled off. So while I was holding the condom, the guest used his other hand to play with my nipples, and feel my ass. While watching the computer screen, my peripheral vision caught the growing bulge in his shorts from watching me. A bulge that I wanted to satisfy and examine more closely, but being the "cum"-sumate ---- I mean consumate professional that I try to be, I practiced restraint. I was so close to cumming, but rather than waste a cumshot with my condom-laced dick inside the machine, the guest wanted me to pull out and jerk off and watch my load fill the condom. Between the guest and watching Denis Reed in that movie, that did not take long at all before I released all that sexual tension.

Hey, it's a dirty job, but someone's got to do it. And at least I had fun doing my dirty job.

After the radio show and cocktail party, I relaxed a bit, and prepped my brain for some fun Saturday night before my return to New York City Sunday afternoon. Well to make a long story short, at one point that fun Saturday led to me sucking the long curved cock of one of the boys from DirtyBoyVideo who was also staying at Daniel's. I got some good rides out of his cock, but the words, "It hurts" kept coming from someone's mouth. The surprise is that it wasn't coming from me, the bottom. It was coming from the top as he couldn't take the tightness of my hole, while once in, I was riding it like I was King of the Rodeo. I would tell you exactly who he is, but since I like to get permission to tell the identity of the people I fool around with, even of porn actors, I have yet to hear from this guy, so until then, I can only tell you that I did get to taste that ass in the 1st pic, and the curved cock you see in the 2nd pic was in my ass, and spewed a nice tasty load from being in my mouth.

As you can see it had quite an eventful weekend. And would you believe I left out some true details that could make this true tale even hotter. Well with all that in mind, it's understandable as to why on they way back to New York City, we decided to give Cherry Grove the same rule as they give to Las Vegas....

.....What ever happens in Cherry Grove, stays in Cherry Grove.

Fire Island Weekend @ Daniel's 2

I just spent another weekend working for my stay at Daniel Nardicio's Home for Wayward Boys out on Fire Island. This weekend was quite different from the last. For starters, I can promise you more make-outs, sex, and cumshots than last weekend.

I was a bit nervous going out there on my own with so many transfers between trains, taxis, and ferries. You see, my last 1 times out there I was in the company of someone else. Last week, I came out there with Daniel after a party he had at the bar, The Hose. And a few Saturdays before that I accompanied my friends that I was supporting for their appearance, singer Lovari and advice diva Robbyne Kaamil. Well, I made it there at my planned arrival time of 10 AM. I was more prompt traveling completely away from New York City than I was going to my former day job at Kenyon & Kenyon. Like I pretty much said in that post, when I'm going somewhere I really want to go, and is made worth my while, I will be for the most part - prompt.

Once there, I knew the routine of placing fliers all over the island, What I didn't count on was this week's fellow helper not being as efficient as the Englishman I mentioned working with last week. So to make a long story short, the same can't be said for my walk around the entire island, as I was the for the most part the only one putting up fliers for the Underwear Party that day. That took me about 4 hours, so needless to say, afterwards I was tired.

I did have a big awakening later on. In the form of a young (at least at that moment) cute guy with a nice body and wearing speedos coming into the room Daniel let me stay in with the dancers. I had no idea of who Daniel hired to dance, and no other dancers had shown up by that time, so when he said that he was hired to dance, I let him in. I have to admit that I knew immediately when I saw him that we were going to wind up fucking before the weekend was over. It became solidified figuratively, as my cock did literally when he came close to me, and started rubbing on me. Thus begins our make-out session. He then bluntly asked me, "Do you want to fuck me?"

With my past as a dancer for Daniel, I told him I did, but he should reserve his sexual energy for when he dances. I tried getting some rest, while he sat on his supposed bed a bit wound claiming he was tired but didn't want to sleep. I decided to take some advantage of the situation, and figured if he laid with me, the horniness that had him wound up would subside. Well either the weekend went by quick, or I didn't even wait an hour, because as we laid there with him on top of me as I rubbed his smooth back, and slipping into his speedos for a feel of his ass, I told myself, "Fuck that wait!"

I got him off of me so I could get a condom a lube from my bag, We both got undressed, he got on all fours on the bed, and I ate him out, making him moan like crazy. I then lubed up his nice tight hole and my wrapped up cock, and went in for the kill, and fucked him missionary. And he grabbed my ass just like I love a bottom to do when I'm topping him. I then pulled out and we jerked off together, and we ended spraying both of our loads all over his torso. So I ended up christening the room for fucking. And with that accomplishment in mind, I had me a nice nap until I had to return to work later at the party.

I later discovered that this guy was a hustler, and wasn't a dancer for Daniel at all. As much as I hate being lied to, when I think about the fact that his asshole most likely wound up being loosey-goosey by whoever else he was going to hustle for the day, I take solace in knowing I got to plow it at a time where it was tight enough to get off.

At the Underwear Party, Daniel asked me to check in on the Real Touch Theater that was set up. I told guys who came in about how it works, some sampled it with their fingers, while others who wanted to sample it with their cocks were apprehensive, which is why I brought condoms along. Some pretty hot guys were coming back there, so it was my pleasure to help them out - especially with the perk being that I get to see how much meat is being confined to those undies.

In between, my checking in on the Real Touch Theater, I made out with a few hotties. One older guy with an amazing body happens to live in New York City, so I wouldn't mind 1 get-together or more with him, because one major turn-on for me is when older guys don't let their bodies go. If they show themselves to have a nice personality as well, why shouldn't they be rewarded with a hot roll in the hay when you know you can provide it. I did give him my card, so I hope he decides to collect.

That was just Friday's happenings. Wait until Wednesday to find out what happened on Saturday. So on Hump Day, find out who humped who this past Saturday.

Shealita's Slip

....OR was it Shelita's schtick?

Early on during Daniel Nardicio's WFAG Radio show, Daniel had Bianca Del Rio and another drag queen, Shealita BaBay on the air. Shelita made a joke comparing 2 places. To be honest, I wasn't really paying attention to it, but I did hear the supposed punchline with Shealita Babay saying about the 2 places that, "They're both full of niggers".

Now, after my recent incident in the posts of "Sex, Then Violence Resurrection", you would think I would fly off the handle. Yet, I did not. It's simple to explain why I didn't lose my stack. In that blog post, I knew the person to a degree that I believed that I had no need for my guard to be up against hurtful words like "nigger". In this instance, I just met Shealita, so he was a stranger to me, which meant that guard was up, therefore him saying "nigger" had no effect on me.

They went to break then Daniel said he wanted me to respond to that comment. Of course he did, especially since others did gasp at such a punchline, plus it turned out being that I was the only Black person there. My initial thought was, "Fuckin' great! I'm trying to take a break from being on the soapbox, and here I go again. Have I made myself a lightning rod for raical controversy?"

Part of this frustration was the fact that during this weekend is when I was writing a piece for MOC Blog regarding the portrayal of Blacks and Latinos in gay porn, so I was trying to limit my soapbox standing to just that post, and nothing more. But thanks to Shelita slip of the tongue, my plans abruptly changed.

Once back on the air, Daniel asked me how I felt about what Shealita said. My response was that I let words have little effect on me, and when it comes to the word "nigger", I look at it the way Chris Rock once said in an HBO special, "There are Black folks, and there are niggers", and I am not a nigger. While I made it clear that I wasn't affected by such a punchline, I am well aware that this response might not be satisfactory to many Blacks who were listening and therefore became offended. That's why I'm using this post to address the matter. Because go into any more detail at that moment on the air could have easily had me unintentionally trying to make Daniel's radio show into "Tré's radio show", and I have always been one respectful of other's time and space, so that karma will have my time and space be respected in return.

Let me start by making clear that I can't speak for every Black person, so my replies won't make everyone happy. And I really don't care if they do or not. For the best I can do is explain my prospective, and try seeing and explaining how other Blacks may feel about a situation to those who need to understand the offense that could have been taken.

I did feel a twinge when Shealita made that remark, but it wasn't for myself. It was all the Blacks and racially sensitive non-Blacks listening who don't have that defense mechanism against cruel words that I have. I've always had that sort of psychic link to people where I pick up others' emotions, be they near or far. And I'm sure with the history behind that word, there were enough people sensitive to that word's history that feeling some kind of rage in the air from it being said was inevitable - starting with the people there at Daniel's house who knew that Shealita crossed a line by saying it.

However, call it a suspicious mind or what you will, I can't help but wonder would that chorus of gasp been as loud as it was had I not been there? I'm sure there would have been gasps, and I'm sure the joke would not have been allowed to go on unreprimanded, but I'm compeeled to ask, were the gasps I heard born from real emotions of shock and disapproval, or were they put on simply because after such a bad joke, my presence as a Black man became the elephant in the room?

While every drag queen has a schtick, and Shealita's being the portayal of a Southern Christian racist female, use of the word "nigger" by a White person is not amusing. He might be able to get away with it on Fire Island with its mostly White population, but the fact is the word "nigger" is offensive, no matter what color the person is who says it. Even when I have used it here in some blog posts, it is NEVER meant to be comical - it is meant to sting with offense. With that in mind, I think it would be best if Shelita found an schtick using language that didn't border on such a fine line. Because the reality is you can't really do a gig in New York City saying things like that. Here - that could be down right dangerous.

I don't know what kind of response came from listeners hearing Shealita say "niggers". Even if there was no response at all, I know my guts makes me feel the anger of the non-racists listeners. And I hope Shealita caught at least a whiff of that vibe as well.

A Fire Island Weekend @ Daniel's

This past weekend, I went to Daniel Nardicio's Home for Wayward Boys as part of his work-study program where I was stayed at the house in exchange for working for him with duties like distributing fliers throughout Cherry Grove and The Pines early Friday, which considering how many walkways there are in The Pines, it was a good thing that I had the help of the cute Englishman who was the other participant in the work-study program.

Friday night was the Underwear Party at The Ice Palace. In the past, I have been a go-go boy at some of Daniel's parties. This time, I got to see the party from a whole other prospective. Being the go-go boy was the easy part. That night, I help set up the platforms for the go-go boys, and co-man the door. That changed however when the line for the clothes-check got so long that the clothes-check attendant needed help, so I then became a clothes-check attendant. After that, I was asked to relieve the cashier so he could go on a bathroom break. So I got to see the party from all the hectic points of view as a doorman, clothes-check attendant, and cashier all within one hour's time.

I did go into the Real Touch Theater near the end of the night and give it a try. It just so happens that the movie that was playing was one of my many European favorites, Bareback Gang Bang Nr. 1. And it was playing at just the right scene where one of my favorite performers was about to pound the ass of the bottom. Part of the reason why I like that actor so much is because he bares a resemblance to the tall Swede from my blog post, Sexy Sweet Swedes. Although my fantasies have always had me being pound by that actor, what made the Real Touch hot was getting an idea of what he would be feeling if his hot cock was throbbing and sliding back and forth in my ass. I will admit that a drawback to the Real Touch is the noise it makes from all the gears turning. However, that didn't stop me from having to pull out, because had I continued, a big load would have been deposited inside that Real Touch. Although that near busting a nut could have been because of the fun I had earlier with some of the patrons.

Saturday was Daniel's WFAG Radio show. I was asked to help set up the house for the cocktail party that takes place during the radio show. Not expecting at all to be a part of the broadcast, but I did. I'll get into how that came about in Thursday's post that I will try to make as brief as possible.

What I will continue to tell about that day was the fact of who showed up at the cocktail party, but Dominic Ford. I neglected to inform you that we did speak briefly before when I was at Daniel's house on Fire Island before to support my friend, Lovari during his appearance on WFAG Radio. We didn't say much, but no evil glances or unkind words were exchanged between us. For the most part, the matter between us sparked by my blog posts was close to done.

Saturday however, we had a very long talk about the industry, and after that long talk, I must say that while I did write a blog post about a possible apology, I am making it official today that I am making a total apology to Dominic Ford, because I now clearly see his efforts and applaud them.

In our discussion, we discussed how when he uses Black models, his numbers don't go up, in fact sometimes, his subscriptions lessen. I seem to be getting more and more like the Barbara Walters of gay porn because, I don't think he was ready for my next question - one I feel was totally harmless, but unexpected. Since he just released his 1st DVD of scenes, I asked him which seems to be more profitable, the website or the producing of the DVD. I asked this because a good number of porn subscribers that so many of these sites are catering to are actually Midwestern redneck racist hicks, hence why his numbers either make no improvement or go down when he uses a Black model. Also, in that part of the country is where they have to keep not just their homosexuality, but their sexuality in general as a dirty little secret.

As for his reply to my question, Dominic told me to get back to him in 6 months which is when the numbers will be in well enough for him to have a definite answer.

What inspired my apology is Dominic's willingness to address this issue, and for that I have a great deal of respect for him. Michael Lucas knows of the things I say about him, but he's so high on himself that he's never tried defending himself knowing full well that people are agreeing with me wholeheartedly. The fact that Dominic Ford tried to settle this matter to the extent of offering a face-to-face discussion says a great deal to me about who between them has character and who has none. Therefore who of them deserves to be the next step in gay porn, and who should hang it up (no matter how many papers and magazines turn themselves into rags by commending him).

All this fun and excitement made my return home on Sunday become a day of my brain needing a rest. As for the how I wound up on the air during the radio show, remember to tune in Thursday for that bit. Until then....