Nothing gets me hotter than seeing the newest pics of nude Latino dudes. Also, Black men. Do you get up with a massive bone? I do. I need to beat off every day and these hot boys help me get it done.

There’s something elementary in sex. We’re men and we need it, we need to spout off our seed. Visual aids don’t hurt. It’s exciting to see men stripped bare, raging cocks either hard or soft. Hell, I don’t care. In fact, I like them soft. That gives me the opportunity to get them stiff. When I was a kid, I fantasized about soft men. It was an errand, as it were - I had a job to do and I knew how to do it. I used to dream about these guys grunting and moaning and cumming. I still do.

- Jack X

Big balls mean a lot. They mean, in fact, more than a big dick. Men with big brass balls have a great deal to give – they’re men. They can shoot long and hard. It’s always exciting to see guys with big balls because they’re the essence of what a real man is, a breeder, a seeder.

Now, I also need to see hair on those nuts. I want it natural. It’s so sexy to see that area – what is it called? – between the nuts and the asshole. I love the hair around the hole. And let’s not forget, those dudes with the massive balls command attention. A big dick is a fine thing. But huge nuts tell you that you’re with a true stud. I don’t like the fake ones, the balls that are dragged down by chains. They gotta be plump and full and ready to blast. I also don’t like the balls that swing too low. They’re usually scraggy. Nope. I want ‘em huge and ready to flood the whole show.

- Jack X

It’s hard. Well, of course it is. But it’s a bitch when you’re not a bottom, even though you want to be one. I never got it, as a boy. It always felt like rape. These days, however, I’m eager to take it.

There’s a surrender that takes over when you get older. You want that big dick plunging into you, hurting you. You turn into a slave and you like it, a receptacle, a seed dump. That means your man is breeding you and, yeah, you take it. He’s totally in control and his dick is more in charge. God, it’s hot as fuck.

- Jack X

Teabagging. I didn’t quite know what it was until a straight bud educated me. This is yet another sexual thrill for the straight guy, be it done by a buddy or a girlfriend.

For me, it’s empty. I just don’t get it. There are dudes who love having their nips suck and it leaves me cold. Simialrly, with teabagging, which translates to dropping your nuts into somebody’s mouth. So many guys get off on it, it staggers me. They love having their balls sucked. I don’t. It’s too vulnerable an area, for one thing. For another, there’s no sensual pleasure for me. Then again, though…I like the guys who like it. It’s an easy way to get a bud off, and they go fucking crazy. Makes me feel like a woman, in a way.

- Jack X

Just yesterday, I posted about the great stars who fell victim to drugs and/or AIDS. But today I’m feeling more optimistic. Let’s give tribute to the new breed, the new man.

Bisex is the new gay. Today’s boys don’t really give a shit if they’re with a dude or a girl, and that’s just fine by me. Long ago I was in an oyster bar at the beach and a very sexy man was hanging out with his buds. One of them made a reference to ‘queers’, but this guy was so cool, he laughed it off. In front of his peers. “Hell, I’d sleep with a dude,” he said. That took balls back then, believe me. Had I not been with someone, I really think I would’ve chased that sailor down.

Sexual mental health is on the rise. Men have options today and they’re happy to explore them. And I think, too, that emotional and romantic health will follow in the path. The fewer restrictions, the more openings in a man’s life.

- Jack X

I sincerely hope that as gay porn becomes more integrated, more mainstream, we won’t lose so many stars to drugs. As we have in the past. Sure, some stars survived. Roger, Jack, a few others. But too many went the way of heroin and early death. Like the fantastic Lee Ryder.

What was it? The nasty underside of the business back then, a combination of shame and wild partying? Joey Stefano, Vincent, even the relative newcomer Haus Weston - all gone. I wonder what made them turn to drugs. I suppose it could have been that filming gay porn back then was just too traumatic. I’ve known amateur stars, too, who passed away from AIDS. But usually, from all the bios I’ve read, it was smack. Let’s let sanity take over. Men make choices these days. And if there’s anything to be said for increased gay freedom and rights, it just may be that we don’t watch more talent die from a needle.

- Jack X

Not long ago I paid tribute to a vintage top, Jon Vincent. Now it’s time to salute a man who really led the way in topping, and who was probably the first Latino star of his day. Anthony Gallo.

I used to think he was Italian. Well, the last name is Gallo, after all. But it turns out he was Brazilian. And he was very, very hot. Is he still with us? I hope so. I used to marvel at that chest - I’d never seen one so sculpted. Then there was his big uncut cock and the passion he put into all his scenes. He was balding, he was handsome, he was hairy, he was sexy as anything. Just to watch Gallo eating ass before plowing it, those pecs heaving…I never needed anything more.

- Jack X

Another great reason to invest in EC videos: computers stall. They fuck up. I’ve got cable, so everything should flow smoothly, right? Well, it don’t. Not always. I guess it depends on the upload, too - some load quickly and some take fucking forever.

Yeah, the free porn blogs are terrific. They bootleg very hot shit. But that doesn’t mean much when pop-ups jam your screen or the vid is loading at a snail’s pace. There’s an urgency when we’re at the PC, one hand on the keyboard, trousers dropped and the other hand…attending to business. At that point, when I can’t deal with any further delay, I’ll resort to vintage pictures or a few saved movies. Still and all, I just don’t understand why cable lets me down. You pay top dollar and yet you wait and wait. So I say - go with the vids you can thrust into your DVD player.

- Jack X

I always marvel at men who can inhale big dick. I’ve tried it, believe me, and not just one time. We all make those promises pre-hook-up, anyway - oh, baby, I’m gonna take you down all the way. I’m gonna suck you down to the root.

Sadly, I can’t do it. I gag. I choke. I can take maybe four inches down but then my gag reflex kicks in and I have to pull back for air. On the plus side, good hand action works very nicely with a decent amount of sucking on the head and first few inches. But I still wonder - how do those major cocksuckers do it? You’ve seen them. If you’re lucky, you’ve been with them. They effortlessly swallow nine inches all the way down, no choking, no gagging. It’s a gift, I guess. Yet I also feel that the sword swallowers don’t give all the best there is. They can take it all in, yeah. But the greatest pleasure comes from the lip and tongue action, and I tend to think that gets lost when the dick is planted down the esophagus….

- Jack X

I don’t think I ever told EC about this - in fact I’m sure I haven’t - but I got into big trouble in Tennessee because of some very hot Latino construction workers.

All right, I was loaded. But what you gonna do when you pass a work site and a half dozen sexy Latino men are digging up rubble with their shirts off? I know what I did. I cruised them shamelessly. I looked into the excavation and saw them, sweaty and erotic as all hell. I hung around. Then I made eye contact with a few. They responded in a way that gave me hope of a major group scene on the dirty premises.

Unfortunately, the foreman was also on board and did not at all welcome my interfering with their work. I paid a big price for that cruising - time in jail, in fact. But those guys still fuel a whole bunch of fantasies for me, and that I do not regret.

- Jack X