Lean Muscle Party - Part 2

Part 1 of this entry can be read by clicking here.

I came out of the bathroom wondering whether or not someone was finally going to give my ass a good pounding that it always hungers for. And then I got my answer.....

The answer was "NO".

I ran into the blond again, and we pretty much picked up where we left off. We started making out again, and as I was rubbing his so-plump and fuckable ass, I got a hard-on. Although I was getting frustrated because I thought as the attendees were mostly White (like the handsome couple), they probably had the often mistaken preconceived notion that by me being Black, I had to be a top. But the feel of the blonds ass made me not mind putting off trying to get topped just a little bit longer. So I asked him, although already knowing the answer, "Do you want me to fuck you?"

He responded with an excited, "YES!"

So we went over to a mat, and I bent him over a fuck his plump and juicy ass. Massaging it and lightly spanking it as I thrust in and out of him. And when I slowed down, he moaned in ecstasy as I slowly glided my cock back and forth inside his well-lubed hole. His boyfriend came out and was cheering me on. And I was cheering myself on, because I got to fuck both of that handsome couple's hot asses. Then I stopped to let a friend of their get some thrust in. And as soon as I took off the condom, a guy started going down on me, and the blond's boyfriend was getting a blowjob at the same time.

When the blond's admirer had stopped fucking him, he went to wash his hands of the lube. Meanwhile, as the tall guy and my admirer's had stopped, I decided I was going to go for something else I had wanted all night. While I longed to see the handsome couple fuck, I also longed to have the tall guy's cock in my ass. So I got up the nerve, started rubbing his muscular chest, and soft ass, and said, "Is there any chance that you might fuck me?"

He said "Definitely".

I got on my back, and he started fingering me. I was wondering why he was fingering my hole for so long, then he said, "Wow, you're tight., Do you think you can take it?"

I said, "My hole feels tight, but your going in won't hurt."

So he slid his dick into my ass, and asked, "Are you OK?" Obviously, my hole was quite tight around his dick. That's why to fuck me, a guy has to be rock hard to get in.

I told him, "Yeah, Im' fine." Then he started thrusting into me. Then I started throwing my ass on to his dick.

When he realized me thrusting as well, he said,"Oh you like to ride me?!". So he laid on his back and I rode the hell out of his dick, while kissing his boyfriend.

We later parted ways, and before they left the party we didn't exchange numbers, but we did exchange names, then I went back for more action. Because those 2 made me insatiable.

I wound up fucking about 3 more guys before I went home. I spent so much time with one guy, because he was just couldn't get enough of my dick it seemed. He was definitely over 6' tall, not skinny but slim, with an amazing ass. He spread out over this bench and just didn't want me to stop fucking him. He wanted me to pinch his pierced nipples. But what really turned me on was when he made me spank his ass hard while I fucked him. I made sure I had the thrill of watching his ass bounce as I spanked it and slammed into it. I even at one point wound up making out with one of the host of the party, which was hot.

Not too long after all this, I shot my load that I was holding back all night because they were so many hot guys that I would have loved to released some jizz with. Needless to say, I'm looking forward to the next one, and I hope a lot of the same guys show up so I can play with all the guys I missed out on this time around. As well as some new hotties, so there can once again be so many men, so little time.

B.U2B. FREE,

Tré Xavier of Tre-X.com

Friday, August 31, 2007

Tre's Got A Brand New Bang

I always said, "I don't do toys". Well I got drawn to it. Especially when I saw the website for it, and saw a few of the many models I've jerk off to the fantasy of fucking me ferociously using it on themselves. Even while using it, I found my cock staying hard with the thought of it wrapped around their beautiful hard cock. That and the thought of some nice asses I would love to make jiggle when I slam my groin into them should the opportunity ever present itself that I get to fuck them.

So I caved.

I brought a Fleshlight. Yes, that male sex toy that you stick your dick into and get off with. I had to have it. So I bought the Clear with the Super Tight Butt insert. I thought maybe I could play with someone one day, and get an idea of what their cock looks like going back and forth in my ass. I believe I mentioned before how I love nature, so the thought of seeing a hot guy's hard cock sliding back and forth in a man's ass or woman's pussy is a vision of beauty. So any toy that brings me closer to have some idea of what that looks like, is a toy I will welcome in my home.

So I lubed up my dick, and the ------.



--> Fucking that hole made me think back to one of the rare occasions I got to fuck C from the Jersey City couple I used to fool around with. You see, C was a top. He was just nice enough to let me try topping on him, because I adored his ass, and I would rim it infectiously. As you can see of his ass, you know why I wanted to fuck it.

So when I fucked him, you know that hole wrapped around my dick nice and tight. He couldn't take it much, so I wouldn't fuck him for very long. And after my brief time of fucking him, he fucked me that much harder to remind me of who the real top was - him.

But that was then. Because with a little more practice with this Fleshlight, I may become an ever more versatile bottom than I already am. In fact, I may become totally versatile. Stay tuned.

B.U2B. FREE,

Tré Xavier of Tre-X.com

Sunday, August 5, 2007

Bi-Sex Neutrality

I've been saying for a while now that I'm bi with a gay preference. I said this on my personal blog, and because at the time I said it I had never had a sexual encounter with a woman, I received a lot of criticism from people overstepping their boundaries by basically telling me who I am. And how I can't know I'm bi until I've been with a woman. And my argument was the same as it is now. I knew the same way without having sex with a woman as many a gay man knew he was gay way before having sex with another man.

Last Tuesday, however - that all changed.

At my return to the AllMaleParty event, the host informed me that the guy whose apartment the party was held, hosts his own party there, as well. The difference is it is a bi-sex party. The host of the AllMaleParty event remembered this part from "Getting Out The Kinks: Step To Me - WET!":

....simple wetness makes me hunger for a guy's cock. I love going down on a guy with a wet cock, be it hard or soft, and no matter why it's wet - I want it in my mouth. It could be by the shower, sweat, piss, pre-cum, even pussy juice. And I've had a cock in my mouth wet by all of those things, but pussy juice. Well, if that bi-3-way or orgy I'm hoping for ever comes my way - it will be my lucky day.

Because I showed that I wanted an experience with a woman, he pointed me in to the host's direction of the bi-sex parties.

What happened there? Well, you have to go to the blog on my website to get those details.

So what am I writing about then?

The fact that some of you are probably disgusted by the fact that after seeing me take on Double R's thick dick, and use my mouth and ass to worship Dillon's cock, I still actually wanted to give pussy a try.

Although it shouldn't matter, let me start off by saying not much has changed. I still prefer a dick in my ass, or a male asshole wrapped around my dick to get me off. But now, I can say for certain that a venture into a pussy once in a while would not be a bad thing FOR ME.

I have a theory as to why some may have a problem with my having sex with a woman. I believe the militant gays are the ones with the problem. Those that want to propagate a war between the gays and the straights. And they bitch about us bi guys because that's one less guy they can try to recruit for their war, due to the fact that most likely we are neutral in this war. A war that shouldn't exist.

Well, this is my statement to say that I take pride in my neutrality over this foolishness. Whether it's brought on by my bisexuality, my common sense, or both. Because we all have a preference, be it only men, only women, or some ratio that compares one to the other. Since, I am mature enough to respect that in you. Please show me the same respect regarding my preference. After all, while Karma can be a bitch, when you do right by someone, it can be a sweet-kissing angel.

B.U2B. FREE,

Tré Xavier of Tre-X.com

Sunday, August 5, 2007

Return To AllMaleParty

As you may know from some previous blog(s), I recently moved into my current place 2 months ago. Between that, setting up my internet, and catching up on my writing, and being asked to assist Will Clark with his Porn Star Confidential, I didn't have much time to fulfill my membership agreement to Mr. G at AllMaleParty.com. I'm supposed to attend at least 1 a month, and I missed all of both May and June. Just when I was about to send an email telling him why I've been MIA, he sent me an email about the next event. So with my head no longer spinning in too many directions at once, I RSVP'd, and made my return appearance to the party Monday night.

I saw one well-built guy in his underwear as soon as I walked in. I won't built up any anticipation as to whether or not we fucked, because to my disappointment - we didn't. There weren't many guys there this time. Me and Mr. Perfect Physique weren't the 1st to arrive, but we were the 1st to get undressed. I walked into the bedroom, where "Camp Freshmen" was playing, and the guy asked me, "Is it always this slow?"

I told him, "No. Not usually." Then I laid down on the bed. Being as shy as I am, I wanted to make more of a move than rubbing myself while watching the movie, but didn't. What made him even more enticing was the fact that he bore a slight resemblance to "C" of the Jersey Boys. And if I never said it before, let me tell you, "C" could fuck. And I don't mean fuck, I mean FUCK. So with my theory about whether or not people who look alike fuck alike running through my mind, you know what I was wondering:

Could this guy drill my ass until I had an anal orgasm the way "C' could?

During our stand-off, some of the few other guys walked into the room. Then I set my sights on a new possibility. A slim guy over 6 ft., walked in and stood up against the wall. When he saw I was checking him out, he got on the bed and laid next to me. I always wanted a tall slim guy so here was my chance. Besides, Mr. Perfect Physique seemed out of reach, and I've had guys with perfect bodies before, so Mr, Tall, Slim & Handsome would be new territory for me. I started licking his nipples while he played with his uncut cock. UNCUT - Oh boy! was it tempting to tongue his cock until he gushed a sticky and stringy load all over my face and into my mouth. But I practiced restraint and paced myself. So instead, I massaged his thighs, which were very nicely toned. I tongued and nibbled on his nipples, then licked down to his belly button, where I stuck my tongue inside. Then finally, I got to taste that big uncut cock. I was laying a little on my side, and he reached for my ass. So I went back to sucking his nipples and laid on my stomach so he could get a better feel. And his massaging my ass kept my dick hard like my blowjob was keeping his.

One of the other guests decided to get into the act. He started rubbing on my back down to my ass. So at times, there were 2 hands on my ass. One hand from each guy per cheek. Then just as I expected, I found myself being put in position to get fucked. All this time I never looked back to see exactly who was touching me, so who I was about to get fucked by was somewhat of a mystery. But I had a strong suspicion of who it was. Anyway, I felt a cock grazing my ass searching for my hole. I was actually enjoying the sensation of his dick sliding against my crack, so I let him do that for a bit before reaching back to guide him to my eager hole. The sounds of sex are a real turn-on for me, so the sound of him putting more lube on my hole made my already hard cock start jumping. He then slid his cock into me. And I could tell his cock had a big head by the way my hole opened wide then closed down on his shaft. So this mystery guy is fucking me doggy-style while Mr. Tall, Slim & Handsome and I are still rubbing on each other. I reached back at one point and felt the mystery guy's ass. And from what I could see of his thighs and feel of his ass, I figured he was a little husky. I had no preconceived notions about the sexual prowess of husky men, so this fuck was an education on that. A very exciting and moving education might I add, because I started throwing my ass back on his dick. Which means either he was boring me, so I had to move to keep myself awake, or he was exciting me so much that while he was fucking my ass, I needed to fuck his dick.

It was the latter.

He stopped then laid down. And I laid down on my back and discovered who my mystery guy was. I was not surprised. He was a little husky, and a red-head. He was actually the 1st guest I saw when I walked into the party. So I was laying between him and Mr. Tall, Slim & Handsome, and we all smiled at each other. Then I took note of the other guest including Mr. Perfect Physique, who were jerking off looking like they wanted a turn at fucking me. I laid there to see who was going to make a move and no one did. Including Mr. Perfect Physique who just simply left after that. Maybe he wanted to tap my ass after all. Well, if he wanted it, instead of standing on the side trying to look pretty, he should have made a move. I kept looking over at him to give him a sign to take my ass and get primal with it, but he never looked over at me - until then. So his lost was 2 other guys gain.

I turned onto my side and went back to playing with Mr. Tall, Slim & Handsome, because I wanted him next when actually, he could have been the 1 and only for that night. During that time, the red-head got his steam back again. The red-head reached back for a condom, put it on, then proceeded to fuck me again. This time is a spoon position, while I still played with Mr. Tall, Slim & Handsome. Then taking me away from him again for a new position. This time he put me on my stomach. Then changed again by doing me missionary. And that's when the red-head came with his cock inside me. Which is such a Catch 22, because I like my ass to feel a man's cock throbbing when he cums, but I also like looking at his jizz (no matter how much) come out of his dick.

Afterwards, one of the other guests came over and I played with his cock with my foot. I wanted some of him, too. He had a thick cock, but way more appealing to give me a hard-on for him was his juicy ass I would have squeezed if he would have fucked me. So when he left, the only ones left in the room was me, and my first intended - Mr. Tall, Slim & Handsome.

Maybe it was the people watching, but once they left, not too long after, Mr. Tall, Slim & Handsome got his hard-on. He stood on the floor, put me in a doggy pose, and started pounding. AND I LOVED IT! That anticipation made that fuck a PHENOMENAL FUCK. After wards, I went in the bathroom to clean up a bit before I left. Then he walked in. He patted me on the ass, and told me what a nice ass I had. I was about to take him back in the bedroom to go for Round 2, but I just smiled, and got dressed so I could leave.

He actually beat me getting dressed. When he was leaving, he thought I was ready too. Maybe to my misfortune, I wasn't. But I did see him when I got outside the building. As I was crossing the street I saw a guy who looked like him on a bike. It was him. He was riding a bike. So now I know how he got those toned thighs and nice ass of his. As I watched him keep riding down the street, I just thought how even with not many people there, that party was great for me, because I got some pretty great fuck out of it. So come the next party, if my horniness is in high gear (which is practically always), I will be making an appearance.

B.U2B. FREE,

Tré Xavier of Tre-X.com

Saturday, July 28, 2007

Getting Out The Kinks: Step To Me - WET!

I know I've mentioned it before. My love of the sight of wet hot guys. I love it to the point that I'm writing this blog entry with a hard-on because of all the images flashing through my mind to inspire all I'm about to say.

I don't know what started this kink of mine, or how many people share it. Maybe it's because although I'm an Aries (which is a fire sign), my rising sign is Pisces, a water sign. Most Pisces and others I know who are water signs, have expressed interest in sexual and romantic scenarios involving water, which is what brings me to that conclusion about water signs being a factor.

It doesn't matter how he got wet. A guy being drenched in the rain is about the only time my kink for wetness gets turned on by a man being fully-clothed. His shirt clinging to his body showing definition of his body that would be a mystery to you on a sunny day. The day I started writing this was such a day in New York City where I saw so many cute guys with their dress shirts & T-shirts clinging to them. Therefore, it's not hard to believe that my 10-minute walk from the WTC PATH Station to my day job had me searching for a comfort-zone because I had a hard-on for most of the walk.

A guy taking a shower is a sexy scene. Occasionally, I can get turned on by a wet T-shirt here. BUT don't wear anything below the waist, and that includes underwear. I've taken showers with guys and although I've experienced it on a few occasions, everytime I step into a shower with a guy, I ALWAYS WANT HIM TO FUCK ME - HARD. I want to feel and hear those splashes of water from each time his wet groin slams into my wet ass.

Now we usually shower to get rid of sweat. For me, there's no hurry. The only reason you may have to rush to the shower if you're sweaty is because of the odor you might have picked up from the environment you were in before hand. Otherwise than that, I'm commanding him to take off his clothes, and get more drenched with sweat by putting in a workout on my ass.

The main body parts I yearn to feel when wet are the ass and dick. Me, loving a wet ass? That's no surprise. But being that I'm not a size queen, you may be surprised to know that something like simple wetness makes me hunger for a guy's cock. I love going down on a guy with a wet cock, be it hard or soft, and no matter why it's wet - I want it in my mouth. It could be by the shower, sweat, piss, pre-cum, even pussy juice. And I've had a cock in my mouth wet by all of those things, but pussy juice. Well, if that bi-3-way or orgy I'm hoping for ever comes my way - it will be my lucky day.

Once again, I'll leave you with some pics to further your understanding of the latest edition of my "Getting Out The Kinks" series. Or may you have had it all along, and just didn't realize it. Now you know. Enjoy.

B.U2B. FREE,

Tré Xavier of Tre-X.com

Tueday, July 24, 2007

Blame Dateline NBC? Blame Your Guilt-Ridden Brother!

I was skimming through the newspaper the other day, and came across something that makes me disgusted with the U.S. court system. I believe you have seen at one point or another that I try to come to the defense and/or understand the underdog. With that in mind, it might not surprise you that I at one time considered becoming a lawyer. As I watched more news while getting older, I realized the American court system would have made my being an attorney be for naught. And it became obvious I made the right decision for myself recently.

A few short months ago, some of you may have seen Dateline NBC had a "To Catch A Predator" episode that showed them closing in on a 56 year-old prosecutor with a 20-year law enforcement career for going online to try and solicit sex from a male minor, when the minor was in fact a decoy from the organization Perverted Justice. When the police came to the prosecutor's house to arrest him, the prosecutor shot himself in the head and died. Now, the prosecutor's sister plans on suing NBC for $100,000,000.

My question is why is she allowed to file such blatant ignorance with our courts and waste taxpayers' money?

This is why I chose not to be a lawyer. I would not have become a lawyer displaying my intellect and savvy for a court system that plays the biggest part of being an enabler of a crime like child molestation. Actually letting this woman waste taxpayers' time and money to play the "Blame Game" for her brother's child-damaging perversions.

After all, a move like this from her, gives us a deeper look into how this guy was able to display sick behavior like this for so long. Maybe they're from a family of abusers themselves, or a well-to-do family. And in both cases, taking responsibility for the consequences of their bad actions is not something they usually know how to do. But whatever the case may be, no matter what wrong-doings our families do to us that can cause us to do some unseemly things later, we as adults have the innate responsibility of undoing that damage, so we don't pass that suffering on to others in any way, shape, or form. And her brother in not taking responsibility, ran from his rightful punishment and killed himself.

So what NBC aired the progress of the arrest? My feeling is and always has been, if you're going to be ashamed being caught doing something, then you shouldn't be doing it. Just as some people later want to hide their past in porn. You should have thought of that before you did it. And so should that prosecutor showing himself to be the biggest hypocrite of all. Supposedly defending the welfare of the public he's suppose to serve, yet he himself endangers the welfare of a child. I mean, he got caught because of a decoy this time, but how many times before was there when an actual minor's welfare was endangered?

This may seem cold, but it is beyond honest. If this prosecutor's sister wants someone to blame, then she should blame her dead brother for being unable to deal with the damage he would have caused to a youngster and/or the damage he has already caused. Even though what her brother was doing was appalling to say the least, I do wholeheartedly understand her grief. Yet she needs to get real. NBC's cameras being present did not kill her brother. His guilt that he should have for what he did is what killed him.

In researching for this blog, I went to one website that lacked such humanity through journalism that I won't even mention their name or address. In trying to say NBC sensationalized this incident, they actually compared this to the incident on "The Jenny Jones Show" about 12 years ago. The incident I'm talking about is when on her show she had same-sex crushes, and after the show, the object of the crush shot and killed his admirer.

There is no comparison

That incident was between 2 adults. Now, if the admirer actually knowingly outed the object of his affection on national TV, then (once again as it may seem cold, but beyond honest) I feel no sorrow for the admirer because he crossed a line. These boys that this prosecutor may have solicited sex from however, don't have the full adult logic on their side that should tell them what lines not to cross. So although I don't wish death upon anyone, since he was too cowardly to face his punishment, I look at that prosecutor's self-inflicted gunshot wound as self-inflicted justice.



B.U2B. FREE,

Tré Xavier of Tre-X.com

Sunday, July 09, 2007

Show Of Hole, Then I Blow

A few months ago, I went out to Splash bar in NY, and hooked up with this trick who had the potential to become a fuck-buddy. After we first hooked up, he called me a couple of times later for us to get together again.The problem was the 1st time, I had just arrived at the 9th Avenue Bistro to celebrate Will Clark's birthday, and after all Will had done for me, there was no way I was going to bail on him for a piece of ass (I know, considering the horndog I am, I can't believe I'm actually that loyal). Especially considering the fact that when me and this guy hooked up the 1st time, we fucked 4 times before I left his place. 3 times of him topping on me, and the 4th time us flip-fucking. And the 2nd time, was during a snow storm.

The 2 times after the 1st fuck would happen by us going to sleep cuddling. Then as soon as one of us changed position, the other woke up to keep the cuddling going. Next, the cuddling would lead to stroking the skin, then to him grinding against the my ass, then our 2 hard cocks, then my hard cock under on my stomach, and his hard cock sliding in and out of my ass ferociously. The last time was the opposite where it wound up being me grinding against his ass, then I started fucking him in the spooning position. I don't usually top, but how could I not after feeling his tight hole wrapped around my cock, and his soft ass bumping against my groin.

With that in mind, we ran into each other at Splash again recently. We smiled and said "Hello" to each other. As we gazed at each other flirtatiously for a moment, he asked me, "So what do you want to do with me?" Now, I had a bottle of water in my hand that some other guy who just disappeared bought for me. At this moment, I noticed myself to become a lot bolder than I was maybe just a year ago. I put that bottle of water down on the bar, and planted kiss on him playing inside his mouth with my tongue to make sure that I going to soon leave there to fuck his ass, and get some of his dick. And that's exactly what happened. 3 flip-fucking sessions with me starting each time fucking him from missionary to doggy, then he finishes by fucking my ass like a wild animal with me on my stomach.

Now, when I went out that night, I knew that the next day I was planning on making a video with my webcam. Luckily, I never shot a load with him. You see, I'm a bottom who can get fucked and be totally satisfied by the sensation of a cock hungry for me sliding in and out of my hole. So the video below is the webcam video I shot just about 3 hours after he pounded the fuck out of my ass for the 3rd time that morning. Therefore, that hole I show before I shoot my load is pretty much freshly fucked, but still tight. Enjoy

B.U2B. FREE,

Tré Xavier of Tre-X.com

Thursday, June 07, 2007

Bi Way Of Bi-Curiosity



I recently went to Boysroom for their Friday night party, "Barely Legal", and met a guy there who told me that he's only been with women, and never with a man. I said to him, "So you're bi-curious?"

He said with a beautiful smile, "Yeah. I guess you can say that."

I told him how hot I thought that was, and how I always fantasized about being with a bi-guy. It's true, because one of my fantasies that I want realized the most is a 3-way with me, a bi-guy, and a woman. The bi-guy fucks the woman first to make her come, then with his cock still wet with pussy juice, he fucks me until me and him cum, and he shoots his load all over me.

But since there was no girl on his arm, I had to settle for the possibility of it being only me and him. And there was nothing wrong with that. After all, he had a muscular body and a juicy ass I could see myself eating out relentlessly before letting him fuck my horny ass just as relentlessly.

He told me that he just had straight sex that past week. That immediately put the image in my head of his hot bod sweating from pounding some girl's wantin' pussy while she moans "Oh yeah" repeatedly because he's so good with his dick at hitting all the right places. I told him I wished I could have seen it, and he smiled. He probably was fascinated by my wanting to see him fuck a woman, while letting him know I wanted to be fucked by him.

He started rubbing my crotch, and told me I had a big dick, and I told him that it's not that big. Then I rubbed his crotch, and told him so was his. He smiled and said, "Not really."

And I told him, "It's big enough to make me want it. And even if it wasn't that big, I'm not a size queen anyway. For me, you're a hot guy with a cock, and that's all that matters."

I moved to finally doing what I wanted to do in the first place - groping his ass. And I told him how nice it was. He then told me that a lot a people tell him he has a nice ass.

I guess because of my compliment, he then asked, "Do you want to fuck me?" I told him, "Maybe. If you let me, but just for a little while. I'm a versatile bottom who loves a top with a nice ass � which you most definitely have. But what I want mainly , is to massage your ass while you fuck me."
"That's different", he said.
"What?", I replied. "You mean to tell me, no girl has ever grabbed that hot ass of your while you fucked her?"
"Nope", he said shaking his head.
I told him, "That's a damn shame. I was sure someone would have given that ass a proper massage by now."
"Well, it's never happened."
"So I'm giving you something new right now, huh?", I said with a sly smile.
"Yes, you are", returning my brand of smile back to me.

As we were making out, he pushed me up against the wall, and while I was running my fingers through his hair and massaging all the muscles in his back, shoulder, arms, and ass, he started undoing my pants. He tried repeatedly, and at one point I was so enthralled by him kissing my neck (an Aries hot-spot), that when he undid my pants, he stood real close to me, and pulled out my cock. Which of course was rock-hard by now, therefore quite difficult to just slip back into my pants, but my panic made it go down just enough to slip it back in and avoid a problem.

It was getting close to closing time, then he said he was going to the bathroom. Since Boysroom isn't that big, I knew he couldn't just slip out with saying something to me, but I wasn't sure if I should stay put, and possibly get an invite to his place, OR go to the bathroom before calling it a night, and risk giving him the chance to jet. Since, I wasn't really expecting to leave with him, I took the chance and went to the bathroom to take a leak before I hit the road. And if he left, no big deal.

After I came out, it turned out being that he left. And I wasn't at all saddened or disappointed. After all, I had fun with him. Even with the questions I had about him in my mind. Questions like: 1) was he just bullshitting and he wasn't bi in anyway? And he just went to this great extreme to fuck with a gay man's head?; 2) Was he really bi-curious and got scared because he saw I was willing to be his first, and he wasn't ready yet. Well, no matter. Because no matter what question has the answer of "Yes", one fact that remains is that I made out with a hot guy and got him incredibly fuckin' hard. Now, if we ever meet again by way of his bi-curiosity, I will most definitely try to pick up where we left off.

B.U2B. FREE,

Tré Xavier of Tre-X.com

Friday, May 25, 2007

Double R Fuckin Style Massage Therapist

The old saying goes, "looks can be deceiving." And proof of how true that saying is presented to us everyday. Such as the fact that I'm actually 36 years old. Surprised? I'm sure you are, as many others have been over the years. Well it may also surprise you to learn that during the filming of my scene with Double R for "Love Of The Dick 4", I was getting over some serious PAIN. And as much as I wish that the pain I was getting over was a pain in my ass from taking on a big cock like Dillon's again, or even Supreme's (that man earned his name), that is not the case here.

About 10 days before the shoot, I was scheduled to go-go dance at Will Clark's Birthday Bash at SplashBar here in New York. The whole day, I was fine. When I first walked into Splash, I was fine. But I think my nerves got the better of me, then all was not fine. You see, I've danced on the box at Splash many times, but as a patron, as they are allowed to do when the go-go boys aren't up there. So this was my first time up there getting paid to show my moves and work the crowd. In other words, I was actually working. And that reality didn't hit me until I was about to go get changed. And boy did it hit me! It hit me as I stood in front of the locker in the form of a back spasm. A back spasm brought on out of nervousness.

I was looking forward to this, and I was not going to let this stop me. This was my background in mainstream entertainment kicking in making me abide by the rule, "the show must go on". So with that back spasm, I did four (4) 35 min. dance sets. And if you ever saw me dance in a club, then you know I don't dance soft. Therefore by the end of the night, I was hurting. Hurting to the point that I was out of work for the entire next week.

After I returned to work, I was still having pain, but I made it through each day. The biggest challenge came a couple of days later when Pitbull called for me to do my scene with Double R. I was hoping that the shoot was in a couple of days. A week later would have been even better. Instead, they wanted me that evening. I could have said "no", but I chose not to thinking I could do it. So I went home and got ready and took the 800 mg Ibuprofen tables the doctor prescribed for me along for the ride, accompanied by the fear that the Ibuprofen might fuck up my cumshot.

I got through the scene. Was the sex hot? Of course, look who I had to work with - Double R. But to my surprise, I got put in every position someone in my physical state at the time should not be getting fucked in. Now, of course, I could do all those positions and then some. Actually, Double R pounding the hell out of me acted as a good massage and exercise for my back. After the shoot I hurt like hell, but the next morning, I was much closer to being as good as new. Who would have thunk it? Thanks Double R. Maybe you should look into making your fucking style a new form of massage therapy.

As for whether or not the Ibuprofen effected my cumshot, it might have. It also might have been because while I was laid up, I did jerk off a few times, but each time, the orgasm gave me pleasure but even more intense pain at the same time. So the lousy cumshot might have been because of my fear. Mind over matter. Funny thing is, like I said Double R's fucking took that pain away, which I was not prepared for. But if I was prepared for that pain-free orgasm, thanks to Double R. you might have had a milk fountain sprouting out of my cock. Especially since it was some days since my last jerk off. Well, keep checking up on me, you'll find one.

B.U2B. FREE,

Tré Xavier of Tre-X.com

Monday, May 14, 2007

Dillon's Poundin', So Brace For Impact

I remember the shoot for "Dillon: The One" very well. Mainly, because unlike my other shoots, my going to a shoot that day was not planned, and I had no knowledge of who my scene partner was. I just got a call from Charles Hovland saying that Pitbull was in desperate need of a bottom, so he wanted to know if he could give them my name. I gave the OK, then Pitbull got in touch with me to give me the info. Mind you, all these phone conversations are taking place while I'm on my day job as a Mail Clerk at a law firm doing my hourly mail run. So my new plans for the afternoon was to run home and get myself ready for a fuck by "I don't know who", then hop back on the train to get over to Pitbull so I can come face to face with "I don't know who".

When I was getting introduced to everyone, the last person I was introduced to, was actually the first person I wanted to meet, my scene partner, "I don't know who". Well "I don't know who" turned out to be Dillon. He was a good distance away from me, and to no one's knowledge, I wear glasses. But that didn't stop me from being able to tell that Dillon was HOT. Now my only question was, that when the camera starts rolling, will I really be acting, or will every moan and groan be for real because Dillon's style of fucking is just as intense as his good looks. To put it best, my scene with Dillon should come with this disclaimer:

NO BOTTOMS WERE HARMED DURING THE FILMING OF THIS SCENE.

ALL SLAPS AND ASS POUNDINGS WERE VERY MUCH WELCOMED BY THE BOTTOM. THEREFORE, ALL MOANS, GROANS, AND OUTBURSTS FROM THE BOTTOM WERE BORN OUT OF SHEER PLEASURE. DO TRY TO ACHIEVE THE SAME BEFORE, DURING AND AFTER THE VIEWING OF THIS PRODUCTION.

So in a nutshell, I enjoy Dillon's dick immensely. Especially since he was fucking me hard, which is how I like it. In fact, he fucked me so hard with my back on the massage table at one point, I could feel that the table could fall over. So I had to use my weight to hold it down. The hard part about that is that I weigh only 145 lbs. If you look closer at the scene, you'll see my left arm reaching across to the other side of the table. Now you know why. Part of me wanted to stop and let them know what could possibly happen at any moment. But 2 things stopped me: 1)for the sake of the scene, I didn't want to break the hot rhythm we had going; and 2)for the sake of my personal pleasure, because Dillon's cock was sliding so fast and furious in and out of my ass, it was taking me to an euphoric state of mind.

Here's another tidbit for you, when I was grabbing the back of Dillon's thighs, I was actually aiming to grab his ass, but I couldn't reach that far. If you recall, that although I'm more of a bottom, I'm VERY MUCH an ass-man. I don't require my top to have a big cock, but I do require him to have a great ass. It just happens to be undeniable that Dillon has both, a big cock as well as a great ass.

After the shoot, the director noticed that I seemed really into Dillon. I thought to myself, "Was I that obvious?" I admitted that while I like a wide variety of guys, Dillon does fall into that variety. The thing is, that my being into him got more intense while he was fucking me. Because I LOVE being fucked by a guy who is so soft-spoken when you meet him, you would never predict that when his dick is getting satisfied by pounding your hole, he turns into a beast that makes you have to scream to every nerve in your body, "Brace for impact!"

The funniest thing about watching that scene is that I still get off on it, like it's not me on that screen. So even though I was there, and we all see it's me Dillon is thrashing the fuck out of, I still watch it as if I'm just the average bottom viewing it wishing that it was my ass he would fuck like that. Hmmmm, maybe I could get my memory refreshed? That would be me getting lucky - again

B.U2B. FREE,

Tré Xavier of Tre-X.com

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Friday, May 11, 2007

Erotic Poetry: Pussy Boy



I first heard the words "pussy boy" in the film, "ANOTHER GAY MOVIE". The term stuck in my head, and I knew I was going to write some lyrics around it. I was trying to create a scenario for the lyrics, but something about the term, "pussy boy" was subconsciously bugging me. Then I figured it out why. It was because for me to call a gay man "pussy boy" would suggest he calls his ass a "man-pussy" or "pussy", and I hate that. I'm a gay man who loves having his asshole pleasure by a hard and eager cock, and I have no desire to associate myself with being a woman. I feel for a bottom to call his asshole by a name associated with the female genitalia means that he wishes he was a woman, so he uses his asshole in place of a pussy because it's the only hole he has to get fucked. So I decided to meet both mine and that other way of thinking half-way. I decided to make the scenarios being 2 straight men(Verse 1-a fantasy with your favorite straight porn actor, Verse 2 - a straight male in real-life you lust for) so hungry to fuck that they're even willing to fuck a guy's ass, and by calling the bottom his "pussy boy" makes it easier for the straight guy to fuck that bottom with just as much passion as he would if he was fucking a woman, with "pussy" being the word to start the power of suggestion. So tell me what you think.

Pussy Boy

Alone tonight
On a horny night
And I'm left with my TV screen
To see you ride a body
Lustin' 'til it makes you cream
Knowing your preference
Is the female scent
I still put the movie on
With my fantasy, instead of her, it's me
You're bangin' deep and hard
In my fantasy, you're alone
Needing a hole that fits you nice and tight
So here I come to your rescue
And your hunger makes me a pleasing sight


Call it bi-sexual
Or try-sexual
I'm ready to turn you on
As long as we're consenting adults
Who's right is it to call us wrong
So make me moan
Like you make girls moan
Then drive them to scream your name
I hunger for you to enter me
And make me do the same
Take advantage of it being my pleasure
For me to assume a position
As long as your body rain and milk is the prize
To your craving, I'm in submission


This tryst can be our little secret
Or for all the world to see
From what I've heard of your prowess
I hope you'll chance to give the world a peek
Call my hole a pussy, or a twat
Whatever name you need
To get you to that release
Tonight, I'll rid you of your frustration
As I'm your tool to sexual peace


You can call me "Pussy Boy"
To be your pleasure toy
Go so deep within
We're skin to skin
Over and over and over again
Do me like you do the girls
Showing me your naughty world
This ecstasy
Stays with you and me
Come thrash me and set your tensions free

B.U2B. FREE,

Tré Xavier of Tre-X.com

The Asian Experience Part 1



I find all races sexy. And while the prowess and presence of Blacks in the porn industry are understated, therefore under-appreciated, thereby under-utilized, the sexiness of Asian men is practically completely unstated, therefore unappreciated, thereby not utilized at all. But I have a couple of experiences with 1 Asian that shows why that should not be the case.

This Asian was someone I dated very briefly. Only one date to be exact, but after that date, we remained friends. However, even hanging out as friends, I sensed some sexual tension, and confronted him about those feelings. He said we were friends, but that he does have friends that he hooks up with occasionally. Since he didn't mention me as one of those possible hook-ups, I thought the coast was clear. And just when I was about to go into another subject, he burst out with, "But I still think about it with you, too."

A part of me knew it, but the other part of me was in shock, and unfortunately the part in shock is what took over my mouth, because I told him that we had a good thing as friends and I wouldn't want to ruin that. What makes it worse is that I knew I was lying even while saying it. Because as that lie flew out of my mouth, I was thinking back to how on the night I met him, while we danced, I enjoyed rubbing his smooth chest, feeling his well-toned arms, and sneaking a touch of the 1st inch of roundness of his ass, just below his waist. We never spoke of it again, but a few short months later, he got me.

Back when Avalon had Sundays as their gay night, we once ran into each other. From 10 - 11, only the bar was open, then after 11 or 12, they opened the dance floor. We walked around all the levels together, then we got to one of the upper levels. We looked back, and we saw a dark area near the stairwell.

He said, "It looks like a dark alley way. Maybe they meant for it to look that way." He then turned to me, and started rubbing my chest, and I showed my true feelings and returned the favor by rubbing on his. He then walked away, and went into what seemed to be a single bathroom near there. Now, I'm not one for bathroom sex, but I figured, it's clean, no one's been in there tonight, so go for it. And he must have been hoping I would because he left the door unlocked. I walked in and he asked if I had a condom. I told him I did, pulled one out of my pocket and gave it to him. I didn't even look down to see his dick, I just turned around dropped my pants, and waited for his cock, however big it was, to open my tight hole.

From the second the tip of the head of his cock touched my asshole, I got completely relaxed. Because all the mysteries about him below the waist were about to be revealed. I reached back, and massaged his balls and played with his pubes while guiding his cock into me. Once he was in, I reached back to massage his ass, and I could feel it flex with each thrust into me. I didn't realize how much I wanted his cock until I became aggressive and started grinding up and down on his dick. But that was too much for him, because he told me, "Oooh, don't do that with your ass, because you're going to make me cum too soon, then I'll have to go home."

So I had to for once, just be still and enjoy the sensation of a cock sliding in and out of my hole, and the moans that came from him, because he loved how my tight asshole wrapped around his cock. And it was AWESOME.

Once he came. I started grinding up against his butt and fondling his sweaty balls and his dick still moist from the mixture of cum and lube from the condom, and massaging his thighs as well. I then squatted down, then kissed and licked both ass cheeks.

I told him, "I've always wanted to know what they look like naked."

As you can see, to make me reveal my sexual attraction to him like that, when I say 'he got me', he really got me.

Afterwards, we went our separate ways. I hung out with someone else, and so did he. And we didn't talk to each other for a few months. That is until one summer night, when I was considering going out to Splash, my cell phone rang with the surprise of it being him on the other end.

B.U2B. FREE,

Tré Xavier of Tre-X.com

The Asian Experience Part 2



My cell phone rang one summer night, and I knew who ever it was, had an Asian accent. I had no idea who it was because I didn't recognize the phone number.The guy sounded pleasant enough, somewhat familiar, and he knew my name. Then I asked, "Who is this?"

When he said the name, he put me in shock once again. It was him. My Asian hottie who gave me a fuck I'll never forget in a single bathroom at Avalon. He then gave me another shock. He was planning on moving back to Hong Kong by the end of the year.

We had a good conversation about what each of us were up to. Then he asked me, "You've never been to my apartment, have you?"

I replied, "No".

"So you want to come over", he said. "We can have dinner and watch a movie."

I was all geared up to go to Splash and dance the night away, but I said, "Sure."

We planned a time, and I went. Completely unsure if this invitation of dinner and a movie included sex. I arrived late, which being the perfectionist I am, bugged me, but he was cool about it.

While eating the dinner that he cooked (very well might I add), he told me that he had been thinking about moving back to Hong Kong for a while now. In fact, he officially made the decision about just before he met me, which explained alot. Such as the reason I stopped calling him was because I felt he wasn't putting in enough effort to get to know me. At that point, I realized why. His plans for the future were pre-occupied.

He also told me he was spending a lot of time at the beach. Then he proceeded to tell me he had a tan that I would get to see later. Well that answered my question. Sex was included in the invitation to dinner and a movie.

After dinner, we took a shower together, and I got to see how his upper body and lower legs were darker than his butt and thighs. With my thing for wet male bodies, you know I enjoyed soaping him up and rubbing his entire back from the neck on down to his ankles.

After the shower, he gave me a pair of bikini underwear to put on. It was a pair that matched his. He caught himself babbling about how good my ass looked in them. Which I enjoyed, because I knew the more excited he got about my ass, the more intense a fuck he was going to put on me. He then had me lay on a chair that was the width of a love-seat, but long like a twin-size bed. When I layed down, I noticed I could see myself - in a full-length mirror angled in the direction of the chair. Now, I was getting real antsy to get plugged with his rod, because I knew when he started fucking me, I would see his ass flex while he pounded me.

And that's just the view I got when he started to fuck me. He would sometimes tell me to look in the mirror, which there was no need to. I was seeing just what I wanted to see. His light ass flexing and shaking with each thrust into me. And me constantly groping his ass. I kept moaning things like, "Oh give that dick", "let me squeeze that ass", and "Oh Baby, your ass looks so fuckin' good, work it while you work that dick in me."

And I didn't lie. Meanwhile, he's moaning and sweating with drops falling on me. And when I saw the sweat in the mirror on his back and ass, I really started begging for his dick. And when he came, every final hard thrust was my cue to grab another sweaty body part. His thighs, his ass, his back, I wanted it all.

Afterwards, we layed together on the chair and watched "Alien Resurrection". So it was a weird order of things. Instead of the usual: dinner, movie, then sex. This time it was - dinner, sex, then the movie.

After the movie, we decided to go to bed. He let me sleep on that huge chair, and he opted to sleep on a day bed in the living room. But a little while later, he came back, and joined me on the chair getting in front of me to spoon with me. We were both laying there with the same pair of underwear on. And as he leaned against me, my dick started getting so hard. I wasn't a versatile bottom, then. Back then, I was only a bottom. But it was asses like his that made me start experimenting with guys later. For being a man of few regrets, one of those few regrets of mine is that I didn't grab a condom, slip my hard-on right in between those smooth round mounds, and fuck him senseless just as he pleasingly fucked me. Instead, I fell asleep with a smile on my face because of 1)his body warmth in front of me, 2)my hard cock that wanted to ravish his ass, and 3) even though his cock wasn't that big, he fucked me with such passion , it felt like his cock was still in my ass.

The next morning, we got up and I wrote down my email address before he walked me out, but we kissed so much after I wrote it down, we both forgot to make him give me his. Before he finally left for Hong Kong, I did run into him a couple of times, and it always slipped my mind. I do however run into a friend of his when I go out dancing, so maybe one day I'll get it from him. And if I do, should I discover he's coming here to New York, I may invite him to another tryst, or maybe I'll just say "Hello". That's the funny thing about time passing. You never know.

B.U2B. FREE,

Tré Xavier of Tre-X.com

Saturdayday, April 28, 2007

Getting Out The Kinks: Fitting Shirts Only

We all have kinks, and some are more common then others. And as this may become a series, I decided to start off with one kink that I have that I haven't really heard anybody else mention. I have a thing for seeing guys naked with only a shirt on. I don't mean a sweater, dress shirt, or loose-fitting shirt. I mean a guy wearing a t-shirt, tank top, regular or form-fitting shirt that comes above, at, or slightly below the waistline. There is just something about a hot guy wearing that that makes me so ready to service his dick and ass with my hands and mouth.

I'm always trying to figure out why I like what I like. Trust me, I don't analyze it to the point of taking the fun out of it. But it's fun to figure out the appeal of that specific kink. In this case, I think it's because that shirt blocks out the details of the torso. Don't get me wrong, if a fat will never appeal to me with this kink of mine, I like a fit torso. But that shirt blocks out whether or not he has a six-pack, chest hair, or birthmarks, etc. My focus on a hot guy is his ass and his dick, in that order. I've said it many times, I can go for a good-looking guy with a nice ass and a small dick long before going for a guy with a big dick and no ass. In my two movies with Pitbull ("Dillon:The One" & 'Love Of The Dick 4"), I was lucky to get fucked by 2 guys with the combo package. Those guys being Dillon and Double R.

Speaking of Double R, a perfect example of that kink is his outfit in the fetish fashion show part of "The Show - Part 1". You can't tell me you didn't notice his nice ass cheeks peaking out from under that rubber shirt.

I damn sure did. To the point that his outfit is the only one I specifically remember from that fashion show.

Now talking about a nice ass and dick would not be correct without talking about Supreme. And for this topic, let's not forget his scene getting a blow job from Ray in Love Of The Dick 4.

We all know Supreme is a fine looking man (to put it mildly), but from the look at that ass and that dick, he could have stayed in that top for the entire scene with no complaint from me, as far as I'm concerned. For all the ass-men (like myself) out there, just imagine being able to focus on the sweat making Supreme's ass shine while he's pounding the fuck out of Ray. Nice thought, isn't it.

I know right about now, I seem more freaky than you originally thought I was. OR I've opened your mind to something you never thought about before. Why don't you try it sometime? Maybe you need a few more pics for inspiration.

From "Love Of The Dick 3"





From "In The Heat"

Until next time, ENJOY!

B.U2B. FREE,

Tré Xavier of Tre-X.com

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

My Little Death, Interrupted

They say just before you die, your entire life flashes before your eyes. I always wondered unless you're Haley Joel Osment in "The Sixth Sense", and you can whisper the claim, "I see dead people", how do you know that? Then I figured it out. It had to be someone in a situation where death seemed to be coming fast and inevitable, but fate at the very last second said, "Not today." Situations like that have been known to change some people's way of life. Most likely because when these people saw their life flash before their eyes, they became extremely aware of all the good, all the bad, all the shoulda-coulda-wouldas, etc. in the life. And strange as it may seem, I recently came to realize an extreme awareness of sorts also comes during an orgasm.

I'm sure you heard it before, how the French have referred to an orgasm as "la petit mort" or "the little death". And for whatever reason, I've never thought much of that expression. In fact, I thought it was foolish. That is until recently. I had a situation that made me realize to call an orgasm "the little death" is not so foolish.

The situation happened at a party. A nice and dark backroom where plenty of groping and oral sex was going on, and just a tad of anal sex. Anyone who has been to a party like this know the rules. The rules being:

1)You fool around with one guy, and in some cases you go to the next phase (fucking), but in most cases, you move on to the next hottie;

2)You may or may not come in contact with that guy again, but no matter how many times you come in contact with him again, once that guys moves on, he is not to become your obsession.

Evidently, I fooled around with a guy who didn't get the memo. Especially the last part of it, because no matter who I moved on to after fooling around with him, he found me. And I never go so deep in the dark that I can't see a face, so he (my stalker) knew it was me everytime. I tried politely to make it known that I had moved on by not touching him or looking his way when he touched me while I was making out with someone else. But he never got the hint, and if he did, then his only concern must have been just to touch me. I was nearing the end of the party, and I knew the lights were going to come on soon. This guy was giving me a blowjob, and a fucking great one. My stalker was rubbing on me, and I was able to tune him out, enough that I felt a rare thing happen. The guy was giving me such an incredible blowjob, I knew I could come. I was getting closer to my "little death."

That is until that heightened awareness that comes with getting extremely close to "the little death" made me aware of the nuisance known as "my stalker" touching on me, so my cum load screamed, "Retreat! Retreat!" So I kept letting the guy give me a blowjob, hoping I would keep "my stalker" from ruining it this time. But I never got the chance, because as the usual sign for the party being over, the lights came on. So I had to go home, and imagine those lips and tongue working my uncut cock into a frenzy while I jerk off. All because "my stalker", Mr. Obsessed, interrupted my orgasm, my "little death".

Just like a real death, with an orgasm (a little death) you don't get to tell of all the things you became aware of when you actually experience it. How often can you recall experiencing a feeling or seeing something that you didn't know of before that orgasm, yet afterwards, you can't recall the specifics of what you felt and/or saw, but you know something came to your attention?

It's amazing how 2 things that seem so opposite are actually so parallel. With the moments before death being the highest point of existence on Earth, and an orgasm being the highest point of sexual pleasure. And while both bring forth a sense of liberty, for this instance, maybe w should re-do the statement by Patrick Henry in 1775 of "Give me liberty, or give me death".

In this case, let's make it "Give me liberty, with many little deaths".

B.U2B. FREE,

Tré Xavier of Tre-X.com

Monday, April 23, 2007

No Slutty, Slutty Friday, But ... Realizations

Well, it was a Slutty, Slutty Friday, but not at Bana due to the fact that it was cancelled. Which means I made up for it elsewhere, but I won't get into that. There's something more insightful I want to discuss with you. In thinking about all the sexiness that goes on at Bana, I started rehashing the details about my playtime with that worker in the steam room. One detail that won't leave my mind is how when me and him, a white guy, walked in there together, everyone left. I didn't even realize that everyone totally cleared out of the steam room until I moved further away from the door, because if you recall, we started making out less than a yard away from the door. I thought to myself, why did everyone leave? When some white guys are making out, it usually becomes a show that you either want to be a part of or get off on watching to see what happens next. So what made them clear out this time, with the next thing you know being that I'm surrounded by shadows and sounds from guys getting off on the sight of me enjoying getting my ass pounded? Is the sight of me having sex that special? If so, why? And since this is not the first time people crowded around like that when I'm being sexual at a sexy party, I used all the evidence and figured out why. It's not the sight of me having sex that is so special. It's the sight of seeing a contradiction of the naive belief of theirs that Black men don't bottom. So to see any Black man being a bottom for a White man catches their attention. And to all those find a Black bottom so strange, before I go on, I have this note for you:

HEY DUMB ASS, THERE ARE BLACK COUPLES OUT THERE. THEREFORE, SOMEONE IS A TOP AND SOMEONE IS A BOTTOM, OR BOTH ARE VERSATILE. A LITTLE THING CALLED COMMON SENSE (INSTEAD OF SELF-ABSORPTION) WOULD HAVE LONG AGO STEERED YOU TO TOWARDS THIS REALIZATION. THANK YOU!

The same thing happened at an AllMaleParty.com event when Matt Hyland fucked me. Guys left watching another couple of guys fucking perpendicular to us on the bed to watch me and Matt go at it. Besides the fact that our moans more than clearly showed that he enjoyed my ass just as much as I enjoyed his cock, I knew there was something else drawing them to watch us. Just as they watched the Asian guy who fucked me later on. You see, when I first got there that night, that Asian guy was topping someone, so he became the center of attention twice that night, and I believe for the very same reason, naivete. The naive belief that a little Asian wouldn't top, especially on a bigger person.

As much as I love my porn, I am more than aware that the mainstream porn studios play a big part in these misconceptions. After all, if you have an attraction to a certain race but don't see many in person to explore that attraction, then what are you going to use to give you some idea of what that other race is like sexually? Porn. And the misrepresentation of Blacks in mainstream porn have made the me into an oddity. All because I'm a Black man who is small-framed and more of a bottom. And it has done the same disservice to Asians among other races as well. Which goes to show how (probably without even knowing it) many studios entertaining is sometimes actually used as a needed educational tool, so they have a responsibility to educate the audience with some truth within that fantasy.

What makes this so unacceptable is because any race being misrepresented is an insult being that we all make up a big part of the industry's buying public. So as a THANK YOU to fans, I feel studios should take note in the variety of bodies and positions of minorities, just as they do their White counterparts.

The last time I met with Michael Lucas, he asked what kind of kinky things I was into because people don't want to see just fucking anymore”. I beg to differ, because based on the situations I mentioned earlier, they do want to see fucking, but from more of a variety of people, and not always in the same position. Those aforementioned experiences showed me that people are getting bored with seeing a twink fuck a twink, a daddy fuck a twink, a bear fuck a preppy, a buffed Black guy always being a top, etc. Until mainstream porn studios gets a clue, you'll have to see Pitbull Productions and Dark Alley Media collaboration The Show, being that it was a display of 2 studios that got the clue. And it's success (more so than it's being a GayVN Award-winning production for best ethnic themed video) proved that the mainstream porn buying public wants more of this. And don't take my word for it. After all, it's still on the JRL Charts for goodness sakes.

I believe this is where I say, point made.

It's amazing how such realizations can come from one little diversion in plans.

B.U2B. FREE,

Tré Xavier of Tre-X.com

Tuesday, April 18, 2007

Slutty, Slutty Friday

Well, there's Bloody, Bloody Sunday. And now come this Friday, it will be Slutty, Slutty Friday because Daniel Nardicio of DList.com is throwing another Bana Pool party. I, of course can't resist even though I CANNOT SWIM. So why am I going? To satisfy another kink of mine that I'll be getting into at a later date. I love the sight of hot guy's body being all wet, which considering what I witnessed at the past 2 parties I went to, THERE WILL BE HOT GUYS A PLENTY. Whoo-hoo! It will most definitely be a slutty Friday, because the last time I went I got fucked for many to see in the steam room. By a guy who was working there no less, and it was my pleasure to bring so much pleasure to his break. Be it for me to break the usual routine, because the actual fucking usually goes on in a dark area. The first time I went, I hated the swim trunks I was wearing. They were actually swim shorts that came down to my knee, and were not made for a guy with an ass that protrudes like mine. When someone wanted to fool around with me, those things were hell to get off. So for the next party, I definitely needed a change.

How does a change like this grab you?

I saw this suit, and thought I could have fun with this because against my skin tone, one's initial glance would make people think I'm naked, until they notice the orange stripes. And it did get me a lot of attention, because the steam room was just 1 example of my fun that night. I also stroked a few cocks, and massaged some hot asses as well. In fact right now, I'm fondly remembering the hot ass I massaged in the jacuzzi. If you're going to have the combo package, he had the one I want - a nice soft round ass and a thick cock I wanted to ride to the point of making it erupt with jizz like a volcano all over me. So Hot Stuff, if you're reading this, and I see you Friday, know that whether there or somewhere else - IT'S ON. This time around, you would think that because I can't swim, I should just stick to my one hot suit, right. WRONG! I ordered one online from N2N Bodywear, this past Friday. Take a look at this number:

First off, I liked the mesh. But what made this my pick was what I didn't see right away.

It's not all mesh except for the crotch. It's mesh from the left side of the crotch to the middle of the backside. The rest is solid. I thought that was unique (like me), so I had to have it.

Well, let's see how much heads turn on this one. I'm upppin' the ante here, boys. Brace for impact!

Or should I brace for impact, because of an ass-pounding I may get during or after the party because of that suit?

If you come to the party, you might find out.

B.U2B. FREE,

Tré Xavier of Tre-X.com

Friday, April 13, 2007

YOU ARE SEX!

I went to Splash this past Friday night. I was dancing, and this White guy caught my eye. Being my shy self, I didn't stare at him, so it was only a glance. To my surprise, a lot was said in that glance. About a minute later, he danced his way over to me, and said, "You're so sexy."

I flashed him a smile, said "Thank you", and let him go back to his friends.

After moving from place to place on the dance floor for about an hour to avoid being closed in and made uncomfortable by the desperate lurks of vultures eying me as their sexual prey, I wound up near this White guy again, but this time he was alone. We exchanged glances again. But this time we exchanged them repeatedly, and each time, we danced sideways until we were face to face. Although, he did speak to me earlier, I didn't take note of his accent. But there were other things that made me assume he was European. I don't know what are the differences between American and European cultures that make these differences in many White men, but whatever they are, they're the reason I go crazy for European White men more often than American. Those differences are 1)more European men seem to have a better sense of rhythm than American White men, and 2)more European men seem to have asses that I SO BADLY want to lick the hole, bury my face between the cheeks, and give a butt massage he'll never forget, then let him fuck me until he just can't get it up anymore.

And this guy definitely had those signs of being European. In fact, it turned out he was a Russian who lives in Denmark. So he was here on vacation. DAMN!

When I first really watched him dance, I was hooked. You see, I always equate being a good dancer with being a good lover. That's why I jerk off to the few go-go boys who can actually dance. My experience has been that knowing how to fuck, and having a body that can catch a rhythm go hand in hand. Even when you're pounding an ass or riding a dick hard like there's no tomorrow. So as you can tell, my imagination went everywhere with this guy after seeing his moves. As we danced closer we started feeling each others' bodies. Knowing that I could have let him pounded my ass right there on the dance floor without a care, I let him lead the progress of how we touched each other. When his hand went on my ass, I was so happy because it was my sign to cop a feel of his juicy Euro-butt. While we were dancing, he said something that really threw me for a second.

He said, "You're so sexy. YOU ARE SEX! Y-Y-You're all of it! The whole thing!"

Yes, I know it's a line, and a damn good one, you must admit. But what threw me about it was the fact that I was there as my real everyday self, and not putting on the "Tr? Xavier" persona, (like all porn actors) portraying myself as the epitome of sex. To hear that when I'm just being an "Average Joe" hanging out in the club was weird for me. No one has ever said those words to me even when they're groping me at an appearance. I actually said to myself, "Where am I? I'm just everyday me hanging out at Splash. I'm not go-go dancing. I only did that once last year at Will Clark's and DJ Randy Bettis' Birthday Bash. So Tr? Xavier is not in the building tonight." It also made me think, is that the sexual aura I carry around all the time? Is that why so many guys were trying to close in on me throughout the night? My conclusion about it was 1)since it was a line that he probably didn't mean whole-heartedly, don't take it too seriously, therefore letting it inflate your sexual ego, because after all, aren't we all sex in some way; and 2)stop thinking so much about it. It was one-night of fun dancing and making out so passionately with a hot guy on the dance floor and against the pillars, that we were the envy of many. Leave it at that.

The guy later on said to me, "I want to make love to you."

I said, "Where do you suppose we go?"

He told me that he was staying with friends, and I told him that I lived all the way in Jersey City. Besides, taking him home with me would mean that I would have to guide him all the way back to Manhattan. Remember, he's not from here, and that's too much work to have to do afterwards just so one can get a good night of fucking like rabbits. Having no idea as to whether he could get a hotel room just for the night, I didn't suggest it, or the fact that West Side Club is just a few blocks north of Splash. So again, I told myself, "Leave it at that".

Splash closed at 4 AM, and we left just 15 minutes before that. We walked each other to the train station, and kissed "Goodbye" there. They say you never forget your first. And even though I have no intention of taking him saying "You are sex" to heart, the fact that he's the first to say it to me in any capacity makes him unforgettable.

B.U2B. FREE,

Tré Xavier of Tre-X.com

AIDS Service Center NYC Tour

This past few weeks has been a time of revelations about the world and my life. I told my Mom that maybe it was because my birthday was coming up, and all the wisdom that comes with age was flooding at an amazing pace. One such instance happened was when I made my recent appearance at Will Clark's Porno Bingo. Afterwards, David Berman, the Assistant Director, Planning & Evaluation of AIDS Service Center NYC, gave me his card and sent an email offering a tour to see the good that the money we raised that evening went to help provide. The very moment he gave me his card, I told myself, "You're going. You're going to stop being the pretty little Porn Star, and make what you do really count by seeing with your own 2 eyes what you're doing it for, and how you're helping others." And I wasn't going to argue with myself about it. Because my conscience was right. I often wondered what the money helped to provide for the past beneficiaries my appearance helped, but this time I knew I had the time to find out being that I took this past week off to relax for my birthday from the bullshit politics I see Monday through Friday on my day job. I know most Porn Actors have a day job they have to go to, so I understand that they don't have the opportunity to visit the beneficiaries of the fund-raisers they make an appearance for, but those who do find themselves having the time, should definitely go as I did. If more did, even before the event, maybe excuses like "I forgot" wouldn't have had me having to fill in for someone, because they would have known the importance of the work that night's beneficiary was doing.

David Berman said that they try to make the AIDS Service Center a "one-stop shop", so those in need of their services don't have to go from one organization to another to get what they need. And from what I saw on my tour, they do just that. It's a place to go for testing. It's a place to learn about prevention. It's a place to get counseling, and so many other HIV/AIDS related services. In addition, it's also a place to get the tools to further your education. It's a place for the needy to get clothes. It's a place for the hungry to get a meal. The list of good deeds they do is so long, that I should have written them down as David was telling them to me, because there's so many, what I haven't listed can't be listed due to the fact that they're now jumbled in my brain. And I look at that as a good thing, because if the AIDS Service Center is doing that much good, then they're doing something right. And not just for those infected with HIV/AIDS, but a great many more in need.

Considering how much money this country has, these people shouldn't be in need. So it saddened me to hear that the AIDS Service Center recently lost a grant that caused them to lose some valuable members of their staff. Although, all the members of their staff are valuable, so the lost of any one person is a blow that they don't deserve.

When I got involved with Will Clark's events, I felt I was a part of doing a great thing. It was something I wanted to do even in my pre-teens with my desire to be a mainstream entertainer, so I'm glad I have to chance to fulfill that dream as an adult entertainer. Obviously, the tour I got of the AIDS Service Center had a profound effect on me. It was why I lashed out about the performer I had to fill in for last year in the first paragraph. I was annoyed by it when I had to do it, because I feel if you say you're going to be there - get your ass there. But that tour of the AIDS Service Center showed me just how wrong it was that he missed his appearance with the beneficiary for that night being The Anti-Violence Project. It's not only Porn Actors who can help the AIDS Service Center.

They can't function without the help of all of us, who may be just learning about all the services they provide. OR may find themselves in need of those services someday. You can donate money, food, even clothes as you clean out your closet of gently worn things. For even more details, go to www.ascnyc.org.

Thanks David and the staff of the AIDS Service Center NYC for a day of enlightenment.

B.U2B. FREE,

Tré Xavier of Tre-X.com