musclebutt2
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10+ years ago I was putzing around the upstairs pool table at The Cafe one early afternoon. It was almost empty except for some barflies getting their drink on. After a few solo games, I was approached by a handsome, tall, and lanky stranger to play pool. I readily agreed. I won a few games and he suggested we make it more interesting, "let's play for tops or bottoms." I was young and the cocktails were flowing. I didn't really make the connection as to what he was talking about so I said sure, why not.
He trounced me hard the next couple of matches and I lost royally. I've been had and it was time to pay up. We went back to his hotel room and I was in for a shock. For the very first time, I came face to face with 'Monster,' I cock big enough to scare small children and little animals. But I was a trooper, and did the best I could. A bet was a bet, afterall.
I belatedly learned his stage name was Michael Brandon. When we were playing pool I think he mentioned he was in porn but I dismissed it as pure braggadocio. Since that initial encounter, Michael and I have remained friends. We tried to date, but I don't like long-distance relationships and decided that friends with benefits was a better arrangement. He is a sweet man and before we both found our respective boyfriends, I stayed at his house a few times when visiting Los Angeles.
Our paths crossed last week in front of Harvey's, and we re-connected. He's a good man going through some hard times but still a long-time friend; hard to come by in a transient town like San Francisco. We promised to renew our acquaintance.
I have known other people in the porn industry besides Michael, and I concur that it is a mixed bag. For some inexplicable reason, the nice and sweet ones always stand out most in my mind. I find it difficult to watch people I know personally perform in porn videos. It turns me off. It's not jealousy nor possessiveness, but due to objectification and fantasy. A rather strange voyeuristic idiosyncracity, I admit.
He trounced me hard the next couple of matches and I lost royally. I've been had and it was time to pay up. We went back to his hotel room and I was in for a shock. For the very first time, I came face to face with 'Monster,' I cock big enough to scare small children and little animals. But I was a trooper, and did the best I could. A bet was a bet, afterall.
I belatedly learned his stage name was Michael Brandon. When we were playing pool I think he mentioned he was in porn but I dismissed it as pure braggadocio. Since that initial encounter, Michael and I have remained friends. We tried to date, but I don't like long-distance relationships and decided that friends with benefits was a better arrangement. He is a sweet man and before we both found our respective boyfriends, I stayed at his house a few times when visiting Los Angeles.
Our paths crossed last week in front of Harvey's, and we re-connected. He's a good man going through some hard times but still a long-time friend; hard to come by in a transient town like San Francisco. We promised to renew our acquaintance.
I have known other people in the porn industry besides Michael, and I concur that it is a mixed bag. For some inexplicable reason, the nice and sweet ones always stand out most in my mind. I find it difficult to watch people I know personally perform in porn videos. It turns me off. It's not jealousy nor possessiveness, but due to objectification and fantasy. A rather strange voyeuristic idiosyncracity, I admit.