** Bootylicious 2 — 3 full hours of booty action on DVD – from our webpage: EnriqueCruz.com will be offered 1/2 priced for the next three days (hurry this offer is only while supplies last, so once our stock is gone the offer is gone)!! — regular price: $44.95 ….sale price: $22.95 plus shipping fees

Oh, and don’t forget the big “Bring a Cutie” Pool Party this saturday!!

I’m really curious - how many of you hate music in porn as much as I do? In the early days it was pretty fucking bad, I grant you - thumping disco or actual songs played, often chosen to provide…uh…ironic counterpoint to the action. That’s done with, thank God, but the music plays on.

It sucks. It’s unnatural and hurts the sex. C’mon, now. When you fuck and suck, do you make sure to have a soundtrack going in the background? When you hook up in a gas station bathroom, do you stop to ask the attendant to pump in a few tunes? I didn’t think so. Be it the ’70’s or today, all I want to hear when I watch porn is the raw, ordinary, natural sounds of grunting and heavy breathing. Music to my ears.

- Jack X, who likes dirty talking too

One of the great things about being middle-aged is you can look back and see how gay porn has evolved. And it has, big time, if only in volume. Back in the day - and I was in NYC, too - there was just a handful of films and even fewer producers. There were droopy mustaches, lanky bodies, huge cocks and a lot of pubic hair. There were stars too, and these rare men were, to my mind, sexy as fuck. Jack Wrangler. Roger. Lee Ryder. Bruno. I suppose it was the repression of the times and in my life but no porn ever got to me like that since.

Then it all got…sleeker. Different companies had different styles, from the muscle bottom dudes at Falcon to the endlessly cumming beauty boys at Bjorn. Then, side by side with the Net, the ‘amateur’ stuff became hot shit. I can’t even list today all the producers who specialize in seducing supposedly straight dudes on camera. I will, however, give them credit for having the balls to still hang onto the myth that the jock with his tongue in his buddy’s asshole never had sex with a guy before. When bullshit is that huge, you’ve got to admire it.

So, what’s happened within gay porn work? What are the real changes we see when we pop in the DVD and unzip? Stay tuned.

- Jack X

When you shoot porn, everything becomes either tense as shit or funny. I mean, even the standard words to film a scene take on new meaning: ‘action’. ‘Cut’. And it’s hard not to crack jokes when you’re bare-assed with several other bare-assed guys, waiting till the director has his lighting and angles down.

The worst shoot for me, back in the ’90’s, was supposed to be the easiest. Hell, I wasn’t even fucking; the director just wanted to use my house. Cool. Easy money, and I’d get to see a few studs going at it in the bargain.

Uh…no. It was a nightmare. He was filming with eight studs, all of whom trooped into my house nearly nude, spent hour upon hour sucking and fucking, and made enough grunting and shouting noise for about a dozen Mardi Gras’. OK, you say. So, what was the problem? My landlady. Who lived in the house in front of me and chose that ONE FUCKING DAY to do what she never did: bring stuff into the garage adjoining my house, for storage. Talk about a movie within a movie…

- Jack X, retired

by Enrique Cruz

‘Been doing everything to avoid packing for my trip back to Sunny Ft. Lauderdale on Saturday – (for new model castings ; location scouting, party biz)…if you’re out in that area and can help out behind the scene with any of that…be sure to drop us a line!

So….Reading today about the “Grim Reaper Pussy” — (how ’bout that for a movie title?)– or the amazing Pussy Cat of Death: a Kitty named Oscar that predicts when nursing home patients are going to die by laying next them…now there’s a final lap dance you’d want to avoid!

I say when you gotta check out, be sure to go out with a smile…and a cutie by your side (or something very close to that): 

Check out our own “Cutie Weekend 1/2 Price DVD Sale!”