Sandblast Sunday really should have started with something more substantial to eat. Oh well.
The Berkeley Hotel was running a special where you could check out at 6pm for an extra $25, so my room packed up and moved into the other room our crew had gotten. And then the drinking started. Before we hit the pool party, Morehead I ran down to the coffee shop in the Pavilion for another cherry smoothy to spike.
Honey, by the time we got to that party, it didn't even matter that it was overcast! I had a nice glisten going; I was wearing one of my favorite speedos; and DJ Steve Sidewalk was giving me exactly what I needed! With our poolside dancing, lip synching and fake voguing, I was asked later in the night if I was one of the go-goes they'd hired.
This whole time, I still hadn't met Brad, the executive producer of Sandblast and the man responsible for my stay at the Berkeley 2 weekends beforehand. I finally got Sidewalk to point him out. And it just so happened that he was hanging with TheMaverickMen.
In my very limited experience with porn actors, I've grown to not expect very much as far as ease or pleasantness in interacting with them. However, Cole (the daddy) and Hunter (the cub) seemed really fun to be around right off the bat. Not creepy or skeezy at all! Of course, when they invited me to an after-party at the hotel and Cole even gave me his number to make sure I caught up with them, I wasn't exactly sure what to expect. At all.
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But there was no way I was missing this party.
Then the beach balls came out. I had my camera in my hand with the wrist band in use. And as I went to spike the ball into some unsuspecting cutie's face (because I flirt like I'm 4), I felt my camera slip out of my hand.
I watched it fall. I figured it wouldn't bounce 3 feet and slide into the water. Then I figured it wouldn't sink to the floor of the pool as quickly as it did. A nice bottom, who was already in the water, dove down and grabbed it for me, and I ran upstairs to blow dry it. I probably could have saved it, but I got bored pretty quickly.
At 3, I rallied the troops for our next group stunt: grass skirts and lays. I didn't realize that the grass skirts had like 4 strands of 'grass' each, but it was the perfect time for a costume change! The crowd loved it.
Around 5:30, my people started prepping to gather their stuff and leave. As I was feeling 'adventurous', I had the front desk hold my bags and went back to the pool.
After grabbing dinner with a fuck buddy from my past (a serendipitous run-in), I returned to the hotel. When I turned down the hall towards the room, I realized I was headed for the one with the door open where the music was coming from. This obviously wasn't some sketchy sex party (whew).
It was quite the opposite, actually. I, being shirtless, felt slightly underdressed. But I was immediately offered a cocktail when I grabbed a seat next to Hunter and Brad.
Thank god for Brad. He was just as curious about Hunter and Cole's careers as I was, and he was asking all the questions that I'd feel weird about asking someone I'd just met. How did you start? How do you find guys? What's your MO? Do you guys have a type? They even got into a discussion about monogamy and long-term relationships. I had very little to add to the convo, but I was mesmerized! Hunter and Cole are really just two guys who are cool to talk to and fun to hang out with. It just so happens that they fuck guys on camera. Really fucking well.
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PS, their Deep Woods Fucking DVD: highly recommended (my suitcase barely hit the floor before I popped that badboy in my laptop the next day at home).
I ended up missing the last train that night, but I was offered one of the 2 pull-out couches in the hospitality suite (Cole, being the sweetheart that he is, would not leave until he knew I had a place to rest my head that night).
Did I mention that my camera was fine 3 days later... but that I ended up losing it between that weekend and posting this? Yeah.
Click here to check out my day trip to Sandblast '10.
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