My SF Trip (XXX)

Holy Fuck!  This wasn't so much a trip as it was a mentality, which I guess makes it a head trip?

First off, I will say I roomed wtih Jessy Karson.

Brad McGuire was in the room next door.

Jerry Stearns had some kind words to share with me after we met, the whole studio has been talking about what happened when we met. 

Treasure Island Exclusives are not randomly selected.  It was less like porn and more like sex than anything I have ever done with a video camera and lighting before.

And what can I say about the freedom being on vacation affords?  What happens when you walk into the Treasure Island Media/Naked Sword party at TRUCK you were supposed to be at, thirty minutes, and this immediately happens:

"you know, after our scene was finished, I wanted to fuck you so bad...  I went to your door but I heard voices and didn't want to bother you."

[ed. note: the voice was Jessy Karson, who would not have minded being interrupted, as he would have been happy to share me]

 

 your wish is granted.  no lube, no nothing.  just suck it till it's hard and wet and stick it in.  simple. 

 Sage Daniels is a dream and my biggest regret that weekend is that he only came inside me once.  I would happily be in his crotch for very, very long time.  And don't we look related?  

Brad McGuire is a dreamotherfuckingboat.  The first time (and every time thereafter) he put my head in his armpit, my knees went a little weak and I let out a low lecherous animal growl.  I'm pretty I sure I saw him chuckle a bit (and every time thereafter).  I am helpless.  The iciest, most piercing blue eyes.  Wolfy. 

I like my new family.

And, yeah, the huge poster behind us is Dawson and a puppy.