BLAKE BAXTER — FUCK YOU UP — 1991{ish}

“I believe all the problems of the world could be solved by a night at the Sound Factory.”

A West Hollywood PnP bareback party in full swing.

Its funny, but with the sling up in the bedroom and the boys sitting around the computer resting in between “sessions” {read that to mean acting sketchy after hours of tweaking and fucking as they try to line up more boys on Manhunt to join the party} while their friends carry on with business this feels oddly familiar to me.

I mean this could have been filmed my bedroom in New York fer fucks sake.

Except of course for the fact that my bedroom was tastefully furnished.

And none of my play mates would have had frosted tips or bleached blond hair or worn a puka shell necklace.

Anyway, on many an occasion I was host to all manner of boys doing all manner of drugs and all manner of shit to each other in that bedroom.

I had a huge floor to ceiling mirror that was at least ten feet tall and 6 feet across set up across the room facing  the foot of the sling.  While over the sling was a long mirror mounted to the ceiling.  And next to the sling, so that the guy in the sling and the guy or guys working over the guy in the sling could see what they were all doing was my television that was hooked up to a video camera on a tripod just across the room so that it could catch all the action.

And next to the sling was the toy chest that contained dildos and butt plugs of all shapes and sizes as well as stuff like masks, gags, fetters,  etc., while next to the toy chest and within easy reach of the sling was a surgical station that contained all the various surgical instruments and electro devises like a Tens unit, lubes, syringes, sounds and other such miscellanea necessary to conduct a rawkin’ hawt sex party.

Oh, and on the floor under the sling was a nice big rubber sheet that could catch all the . . . ummm. . . other, wetter by-products that resulted from said rawkin’ hawt sex party.

And the sling itself was situated right, smack in front of this big picture window that looked out over just about all of the city of New York and its major landmarks, like the Empire State Building and the Chrysler Building.

It was without a doubt the finest spot to get fucked or fuck someone in all of New York.

Except maybe actually out on my terrace on a warm summer morning as the sun came up over the city.

Picture naked boys frolicking and fucking out here like horny little wood nymphs.

Note — I like to post this picture of my terrace from time to time because I know how much it drives Alex Erik from Roids and Rants crazy.  I’m considerate that way.

LOVE YA ALEX ERIK!!

I know I’ve often quoted my ex boyfriend Patrick from time to time here and who has always said that, “shit is not sexy.”  And I too subscribe to this opinion so I tend not to discuss fecal matter in polite society.  But since you people do not now, nor will you ever, constitute polite society I feel I can discuss this with you without risking offense.

And if I do offend, too fucking bad says I.

So here’s the deal:  I’m pretty sure that I produce a greater volume of daily bowel movement than any other human being on planet Earth.

No, seriously!  Hear me out.

I generally rise at about 5 AM and by 6 o’clock am perched happily upon the throne enjoying my morning glory.  Yet if by 8 AM I have not yet taken two more full-on, copious dumps I feel there must be something wrong.  And generally speaking I can be counted on for at least five, if not six, productive motions before the day ends.

And we’re not talking baby pooh here — oh no! Nor am I talking about the infamous “Ghost Pooh” — you know, where you have to go to the bathroom and yet, regardless of all the contracting and contorting and grunting and pushing you do you produce absolutely nothing.

No, with me we’re talking consistent major volume of the sort one could expect to see coming from the south end of a well fed Lipizzaner Stallion.

And yet here’s the thing; I don’t really eat all that much.

Breakfast is generally a bowl of cereal with a piece of fruit and a single cup of coffee.  Lunch might be a sandwich and bowl of soup or leftovers from the night before.  And dinner is just dinner — salad, veg, carb {generally a serving of wild rice} and a normal sized portion of protein — nothing major.

And I almost never have seconds and I NEVER snack between meals

I’m sure it has something to do with all the HIV meds I take and have taken for more than two decades but you would not think that they alone could be responsible for a person producing daily waste that is measured in Imperial tons rather than ounces.

Anyway, my daily “productivity” sort of reminds me of this great scene from The Madness of King George.

I’ve been watching one of the scenes from Hot House Entertainment’s recent release — Reckless 2.  OK, I’ve been watching one of the scenes from Hot House Entertainment’s recent release — Reckless 2,  OVER AND OVER AND OVER

Reckless 2 is showing in the Backroom and it features Paul Wagner and his real life boyfriend Scott Tanner.

The scene opens with this extreme close-up shot of Wagner that absolutely slays me.  I mean could this outrageously sexy boy have any more camera presence if he tried?

It’s as if he’s daring the camera to let him fuck it.

The scene itself is such a spectacular one on so many levels, not the least being the chemistry that comes across between the two boyfriends.

It doesn’t take a Sherlock Holmesian level of deduction for the viewer to see just how much Paul loves taking Scott’s big cock up his ass and, conversely, how much  Scott likes doing just about anything to and with his smoking hot boyfriend that will make Paul happy.

And who the fuck wouldn’t want to keep Paul Wagner happy?

I don’t even know the guy and I want to keep him happy.

If you click on the Backroom Live banner on the left of this page it’ll open the Hot House Backroom for you.  Then, when the Backroom opens, click on Reckless 2 in the column on the left titled “recently released” and you’ll be able to watch the trailer for scene 2 and see just what I’m talking about.

It’s short but you won’t be disappointed.