End of CLAW--and an excuse for pictures...

My Playroom—April, 2015

I packed up early on Sunday morning.  Marco and I helped Roger get things into his car and waved him on his way.  I packed.  Marco and I showered together.  I got on the road as he napped for another hour in the room.  I got onto the tollway and made it past one rest area.  By the next one I had to pull in—and nap.  I fell asleep to a swirl of naked flesh in the back of my head.  With one man in particular…

I woke up an hour later feeling much more rested.  I drove on.

Once I was home, I had to do some research.  I had told David, quite truthfully, that I had recognized him, but not his name and I hadn’t seen much of his work.  I don’t watch much mainstream porn.  So I surfed a little.  I found lots of pics that certainly reminded me of that night.  My dick thumped that tattoo...

I watched some scenes.  For some one fairly new in the industry, he’d done a lot of work.  And I hadn’t been misled when he was performing for us—in each scene I found, he really was the one you ended up watching. 

I also found an email address.  I wrote him a short note, telling him who I was (there is also a picture of me on that gmail account) and told him about the blog.  I asked if I could use his name—as he was working that night—or would he prefer I say ‘the hot porn star.’  I told him I would abide by his decision.  He graciously wrote back, almost instantly, telling me to call him by name.  And to send him the link when I published.

Which is exactly what I did.

And I’m glad to say he liked it…

Writing the piece was about all I could manage.  I was in bed just about the time the sun went down.

But what a great weekend…