Spike was advertising on Rentboy in the mid-2000s and I hired him.
I met him in his Hell's Kitchen apartment--actually a room on the third floor of a 4-story house where he shared the kitchen and a bathroom with the other tenants. He was a painter and, at the time, he was painting canvasses of martinis. They were all over his room. He explained he was getting ready for a display of his work at a gay bar in Manhattan. During our preliminary conversation he said he was glad I called because otherwise he was planning on spending his day "organizing my porn on my laptop."
He was very friendly, open, and warm--truly a nice guy. He was definitely a small guy--about 5'5" or 5'6". I am 6'6" so it was definitely a Mutt and Jeff pairing. He was a great lay. Very into the sex. After some 40 minutes of foreplay, I asked him if I could fuck him. He smiled and said "I think that could be arranged." He slipped a condom on me and sat right down on me without any hesitation. He went into a zone as I fucked him—eyes closed and moaning. His cum shot was like those in the videos. He shot about 2 feet in the air and it landed on my chest, face and in my hair.
What about his size? He grabbed his cock with both hands and still had an inch or so above his hands. When I grabbed him, my hands more than covered his cock. At one point, we were rubbing our cocks together and he said something like, "Look at this...two perfectly matched cocks." (I was hugely flattered to be compared favorably to a hung pornstar). We were indeed about the same size. He was a hair longer than me, but I was a little thicker. I'm about 7 inches when fully hard, but seven inches on him, a small guy, looked truly huge--while most people would probably say about me, "nicely endowed, but nothing really special." That was a lesson for me. Size in gay porn is (at least partly) contextual.
He charged $250 and when I handed him the money, he smiled saying, "Well that pays for the apartment for this week." He didn't kiss while we were having sex, but as we said goodbye, he stuck his tongue down my throat. His phone rang right about then and I waited to say goodbye. It was another client. He said, "Sure I can see you in about an hour." He then waved me out the door as he started making plans for meeting the next customer.
Spike...if you are on LPSG and read this, thanks for a great afternoon and for a lot of great memories.