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Even with the vodka and the sleeping pill I took before bed I woke up too early. Obviously not terribly concerned with being tired for most of the day, but being exhausted kills my erection like nothing else. Tyler had bought coffee and doughnuts. I'm still trying to figure out my eating for when I go on vacation, but thought I could get through my first scene without breakfast and not risk my stomach fucking up.

The 'roid boys left for the gym, I worked out in my room then watched Mason practice his tumbling outside. He was a cheerleader(?) previously, so walkovers and the like. He asked me to film him doing them in a line, and quoted Vanessa Carlton when he finished. Love. He also coached me on doing a back bend, the first step to doing a walkover. And helped me with my handstands.

My first scene was with Teddy, the heavily tattooed roid boy who'd asked about my shirt the first night. He was having a hard time getting cleaned up, but we finally got set up a little over 30 min after our scheduled start time. He still couldn't get hard, despite having a shot. I'd brushed my teeth after my morning coffee, but he asked me to do it again. Whatever helps you, man. He still couldn't get hard, so Michael Roman came in and fucked us both briefly. Then Teddy pretended to cum inside me, and I fucked him until I came. He had loud, fake, porn shouts the whole time and it was distracting. I'm pleased with my performance, tbh. I was clean, stayed hard, etc. But it still fucked with my head, because I have chemistry with everyone, and he clearly had none with me.

I had a little time before my scene with Tyler, so I had a sammich, made sure I was clean, and messaged Dave to say Happy Birthday. While Mason made his lunch, I heard a faint bit of the music he was listening to. It could have been any trip hop/dream pop group, but the girls voice is somewhat distinctive. This led us to a whole discussion about Grimes, and Mo, and several others. It was wonderful. Not so wonderful was a few minutes later while I laid down in bed reading and I felt the familiar *pop* and trickle in my nasal tract that meant a nosebleed. It eventually subsided, and I got called in to do some photos. I took a couple okay, but then he asked me to get wet for one of them, and as I came up from the water, my nose started bleeding again. Fuck.

Teddy was serving as cameraman for my scene with Tyler, and commented on how smooth and pink my ass was. Thanks. Tyler is a really rough fucker, normally slamming your head into his crotch while you suck him. I advised against this with my nose, and he threw up his hands in frustration. While we were still slow fucking, he noticed a tiny bit of blood on the tip of his dick, then more when he went to fuck me doggy. Nothing to be done about it, I got cut from the scene. FUCK.

I was crushed. Livid with myself for not insisting on more lube yesterday...and all the other times I've ripped myself. Some other boys checked in with me, and Tyler himself did later. Yes, I fully understand why they had to cut me. I am still livid with the situation. I'm not sure if I'm glad I didn't have a lighter or not. I might have been able to cauterize the fissure, or I might have made things worse. I briefly considered calling or texting someone, but while I have several people who would "be there" for me, I wouldn't know what to do when they were.

The other boys in the house went to a movie, Michael went to the Strip. Everyone gave me downright horrified looks when I declined the movie. I stayed home and drank. I tried to get some journaling done, too, but all I had was my phone on me and that's pretty fucking slow. I saw that Mason had posted our selfie to Twitter and had also tagged me in it for his followers. With the booze's help, I sent him a thank you text for generally being an amazing person and the highlight of the weekend so far.
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Woke up at 5, which was less than ideal. Tried to make use of the time, at least, by edging and getting clean. Should have made coffee, but by the time I gave up on sleep, I didn't want to risk that upsetting my stomach. Christian showed up on time, tried on the suit - it actually fits him better than it does me, since he's a bigger boy. We packed up the car and headed out.

I'd have liked for us to shoot the intro again, but I'm just as bad as a newbie when it comes to asking for another take, or stopping the action, etc. The shoot itself went great. I topped him in a couple positions, he fucked me in several positions. The flies were all over us, and we should probably have some way of holding down the sheets on subsequent shoots, but the sex was pretty hot. He took a bit to cum, and had possibly the loudest orgasm in porn history. My shot was fairly disappointing, for me. It landed square on his chest symbol, though, so that's kind of perfect.

He declined to stay for the orgy, but maybe wanted to go out later. The orgy participants, predictably, started asking for menu specifics. How many guys, how many tops/bottoms, needing pics, etc. I'm not really here for that, and I told them as much. Bryan was home playing Dragon Age, and while I'll kick someone out if I have work, tricks can grow the fuck up if they have a problem. I'd have invited him to join in, but he apparently has a fissure in his ass and gonorrhea and/or chlamydia in his dick. So that's not gonna work. Most people no-showed, but that's why you accept so many RSVP's - because 90% of them aren't going to cum. We ended up with a 4 way, and it worked better than previous 4 ways I've had. It helps that me and the guest of honor were both vers. We fucked each other, the two tops took turns fucking us, everyone came in me.

Tim showed up just as we were finishing up, Bryan still playing Dragon Age. One of the tops, another Eric, decided to go to The Hole with me, but Tim needed to take my car and get fuel first. On the drive out there, Eric ran his fingers through my hair. The Hole was surprisingly not crowded. I bought us drinks but opted to keep it to just one. Briefly chatted with Jason and Paul - Paul was dressed as an Easter Bunny and handing out little chocolate eggs. Perfect, really. We ran into Jake, and ended up talking to him for most of the rest of the time there. He wants Eric to come down again for various house music festivals. I want them both to fuck me and to get it on video.

It also got very cold very fast as the afternoon stretched on, so I offered to make dinner for Eric. TJ's had closed at 5, which ruined my plans for dumplings, but I got sweet and sour "pork" at Ralph's instead. Tim was predictably still at my place. He'd gotten sucked into watching Iron Fist with Bryan. Bryan would later tell me that he stopped playing Dragon Age because Tim kept making obnoxious remarks.

Dinner came out fine, Eric curled up on the couch with me, talking to other boys online about me. I told him I was fine with having whoever he wanted over, or just keeping it us. I'm easy. He ended up having a bottom over. The bottom was a tall man with a *massively* thick dick. Also more than a little weird, and more than a little pushy when it came to getting loads. I pretended to cum in him while I was Lucky Pierre, then actually came while Eric was fucking me. My dick and ass were both chafed and sore as fuck from fucking all day, so it was more to suggest an end than it was out of a pressing need. Eric jerked off again, the bottom left, and we fell asleep. I thought about sending him home so Lady Miss Friday could have her bed back, but it got later and later, and I finally just turned out the lights.
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FINALLY able to focus at work, and not a moment too soon. Several urgent cases need matching, bunches of claims came in. In other awesome news, I got an email from Hairy Adult Modeling. I'd applied with them a while back but hadn't heard, and recently found a Chicago casting call from them in my Spam folder. This one is for possible shoots in PS, which is much better. I might double my total number of scenes this year....which says more about how little I've done than how much I'm gonna do this year. I'm excited at any rate.

I also mustered the courage to send out an email about my upcoming show. Not company-wide, but I'm still quite proud of myself for even sending it. Such an odd dichotomy to be as self-spotlighted as I am, but so nervous about "bothering" people.

Still no Bryan when I got back. I meant to lay down with Lady Miss Friday, but tried to get some updating done on my journal instead. That was only marginally successful, and then it was time to go. I got to the place just a little early - we got moved to a smaller, if deeper room for the first half of rehearsal. Also our first night with the "cell doors." It didn't go well. At least in this room, the cell doors squish us in to where we block each other from view and there's no room anywhere except in front of them to dance. We got through Cell Block, they also rehearsed Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, which I'm glad I'm not in. Then on to Newsies. Ben is upset that I'm in front of him on our pique turns across the stage, and tried to pique past me. This, of course, just ended with our hands smacking into each other. Later during A Musical, I tried to battement and ended up pulling my hamstring. Fuck.

Lights were on when I got back. Bryan didn't say where he's been, and I didn't ask. I did ask how the job search is going, and I'll touch base on that at least weekly from now on. I set up a new condo for Hover. I was just going to replace his current one, but decided to add to it instead. I think he's happy. I'm bleeding, which means I waited too long to get fucked/fuck myself. Iced my index finger and my hamstring, took some ibuprofen, crashed.

Showgirls

Apr. 6th, 2016 03:32 pm
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I showered in the morning, to get the sweat off of me, and to get a good start to my day. Worked for the former, not the latter. I've been working really hard on getting to bed early so I don't need to drink so much coffee at work. However, the biggest downfall for my erections is exhaustion. If I'm tired, it's probably just not going to work, so I had a second cup at 2pm.

My friend Ryan messaged me in the early afternoon, wanting to hang out, or at least get ready for a leather event at my place. Ryan lives in north county, so it's fairly understandable that he'd need a place. He also has a lot of mental issues - anxiety, depression, etc. He has an adorable service dog named Sterling. Apparently he comes from money - Balenciaga, Coach, mum bought him a new car, etc. And he's used to getting his way.

The first hiccup was him being in my shower when I got home, because I needed that. Okay, the first hiccup was the first 5 Batmans who had to drop out for one reason or another. Anyway, I got cleaned up just fine, but then I started having stomach trouble. Like, delayed us an hour, continued late into the night and today kind of stomach trouble.

Ryan, on hearing that we were doing a porn shoot, offered to be crew, be on camera for free, do marketing, do anything. Sure. Lucky is friendly with other dogs, and Spencer is a service dog, so presumably well socialized. Both Ryan and my co-star were maybe a little too eager, often following us around and interrupting us to offer suggestions, or even just hear themselves talk (and talk and talk).

Ryan met Julian while we were together, did meth with him that one night, and apparently they're friends now. So I got a text from Julian on the way to the shoot, (the first since all his angry messages telling me he'd make my life hell and I should kill myself) which I declined to respond to, or delve into exactly how good of friends my self-proclaimed power bottom friend and horsehung ex are. I had more than enough to deal with.

Dan, owner of the only studio that consistently hires me, is supportive of my venture, and gave me a dose of TriMix for my costar. Lloyd is a sport for doing the shoot, but goddamn. TriMix and a half a Viagra and he could barely get hard. Then he was too close to cumming, then he almost couldn't cum at all.

It's tough to direct while you're performing, and tied up at that. I knew going into it that the set and costumes were cheap AF, so I was really counting on our performances to make it. Looking back, I'm now wondering if Lloyd has ever seen Adam West's Batman, because he started out deep, gruff, and angry, like animated series Batman, and ended up deep, gruff, and overly salacious, like Kim Cattral. (I kid!) Lloyd also apparently doesn't know anything about porn positioning and Dave wasn't forceful enough to position us for shots, because I was directing. But being in the scene, I can't see what's working for the camera, and being the tied up bottom, I'm not really in a position, so to speak, to maneuver us.

The rope used was too long, and he never really came to a conclusion about what to do with it - he was initially going to cut me out of it, but then had gone on fucking me so long that his "knots" started coming undone of their own accord, so sort of fumbled with them for a while. So we didn't get as long a shoot as Dave wanted - apparently only about 20 min, vs the 30 that a scene should be, there's none of me riding him, etc. In a nod to one of my fans, I had him rim me until I came, which might have garnered a few extra minutes.

Early on in the shoot, Sterling attacked Lucky because Sterling was playing with Lucky's toys and didn't want him getting close (TO HIS OWN TOYS), which was awful, and Ryan opted to take an Uber back to my place, but then said he left there just before I got home.

Dave is excited about the shoot, and going to have a rough edit available for me in less than a week. I'm not so confident. A while back, there was a Spiderman sex vid that involved two dudes(?) in zentai suits. I'm not even sure they actually fuck or cum, or if they just rub each other a bunch. I wasn't really around for it, and don't really go in for trainwrecks. It was comedy for all the wrong reasons, and I'm terrified of this being the new that.

On the plus side, I'm very pleased with my performance. My dick stayed relatively hard for the whole shoot, I came a lot, though not the distance I was hoping for, and despite having the most trouble I've ever had getting ready for a shoot, my stomach cooperated just long enough for us to finish and me to get home.

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