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Thursday, May 31, 2007
"Y&C": New Time, New Place, New Site
Tomorrow night (Friday) will be KSEX's first live broadcast from their new station in Chatsworth, a brand new building with three full studios for starters -- and The Young & the Curious, hosted by your's truly, available in streaming live video (and archives) to JasonCurious.com members, will be one of the first shows ever at the new locale!
We've got a new time slot too! Back to two hours of live Jason every week, The Young & the Curious is FREE to listen to at KSEX.com or you can WATCH the hot in-studio action as a member of JasonCurious.com each Friday from 8:00 pm - 10:00 pm (PT). The show is rebroadcast every six hours throughout the weekend and will then be immediately archived with KSEX's new format.
My scheduled guests for the month are as follows, but subject to change, of course, at any time. You can stay tuned to the changes here on the Events Hotline or on the calendar at MySpace.
Normally I review straight movies without reviewing it from the gay man's perspective, but I'm going to make an exception here just because I can take it no longer.
If Evil Angel is wondering why so many gay men love their movies, they can blame John Leslie. He started it! In nearly all of his titles not only are the men ridiculously hot, but their cocks are always touching each in some way whether it's in a girls' mouth, in a double penetration where one slips out, whatever. At first we thought it was an accident. I'm not buying it anymore though. It's become a staple and Leslie totally knows what's up. There's almost as many shots of man ass in Crack Her Jack 7 as there is woman crack. And I, for one, am not complaining.
My favorite scene without a doubt is the opener double pen featuring Nekko and Frank M. giving it in both holes to Linda. She only has one name and that's all she needs. She is a powerhouse fuck who can take more cock and harder than most girls in this business. Mr. Pete takes on two hot black chicks Andriena and Kapri Styles with his signature rough house style of gag 'em, choke 'em and fuck 'em. The hot blonde Kylie Wilde squirts in Mark Davis's face while Mick Blue fucks the living hell out of her pussy and ass. Natural hotties in fishnets Ana Lya and Vanessa Hill get a piece of young stud Cage who likes to get violent with his bitches (and they still wonder why the gays love it) and Maria Belluci ends the movie as it opened with a double penetration from Lauro Giotto and Matt Bird.
And if you're wondering why there's so much more straight porn made than gay, maybe it's because the gays don't fuck like this. *shrugs*
Director Chris Ward has revealed that Roman Ragazzi will be penetrated by the super hung Barrett Long in an upcoming Raging Stallion release. Ward doesn't named the movie, but mentions a September release and has snuck us a few shots. Perfect casting! Should be one helluva romp.
Well, not so much furious as damned disappointed. He's unhappy that the new book, Naked: The Life & Pornography of Michael Lucas, is in his words a piece of "trash" written by an author who couldn't "write his way out of a paper bag." Lucas participated in a series of interviews for the book but pulled out (so to speak) after reading the drafts.
So Lucas has decided to take up the pen on his own to write the story of his life. And why not! He already writes a fascinating blog and an enlightening magazine column all by his lonesome, despite what some nay-sayers and detractors may tout. I think writing may actually be Lucas's biggest talent.
Well, maybe not "biggest" in the physical sense, but... you catch my meaning, no?
P.S.: Personally, never all that attracted to him until these heavy eyeliner shots surfaced. I think he should go punk rock or something. Seriously. Ditch the suave business man look because you are one hot bitch working those dark eyes.
Hot Desert Knights certainly loves a little aliteration these days and their Hung House Husbands love a lot of bareback sex! And not just with their partners, but with the whole damned neighborhood.
Truthfully, the opening scene had me at the life-sized poster of Barbra Streisand in the background throughout, but Dominik Rider is one helluva bitch bottom for Ardon Masters. Rider's body is completely smooth and he talks direty to Masters throughout, telling his man how he owns his ass. He's probably one of the top three best performers I've seen in HDK's movies after having seen this romp. Masters cock is hard as a rock and he looks like the perfect husband.
Ray Adams and Dave McGraw take turns plowing Alan Gregory by the pool in the next scene. If you're a Gregory fan, buy his other movies. He's not looking his best here and is on all fours with his head down for most of the scene because of it. It's also one of the shortest sex scenes in HDK history with little chemistry.
Leo Sargent gets a pair of twinks in the following scenes. First he takes on the pool boy, Antonio Marquez and then he uses Jerod Steele (aka Carter Longway) like a total bitch in a scene that consists of Steele's getting his hole eaten and fucked and nothing else. Marquez finishes both off by fucking his cum inside of them raw.
There's also a hot bathroom romp between Steve Tuck and C.J. Michaels, but it's the movie's end scene where the entire cast uses Tim Skyler who becomes, literally and metaphorically, the life of the party taking multiple loads inside of him from the guests as the subject of one helluva bareback gangbang.
Pornstress and fetish film super star Shannon Kelly has wrapped on her first ever interracial shoot where she works opposite Sean Michaels. The scene, directed by Mike Adams, will appear in I Want It Black and Deep In My Ass #8, tentatively scheduled to be released by Metro next month.
"It was the best scene I've done to date, to be quite honest with you," beams Kelly. "I couldn't have picked a better person, really. I've been wanting to do this for a while and Sean is just such a gentleman. He is like the smooth, black gentleman of the porn scene. There was no 'acting' needed. We just clicked and it was a bad ass scene. The director said it was the smoothest transition from vaginal to anal sex he had shot."
Always looking to broaden her horizons, Shannon Kelly is also slated to release her first boy/boy/girl scene in the coming weeks. Details will be forthcoming at the porn star's official site, Shannon-Kelly.com, or you can visit her MySpace page at: www.myspace.com/sexyshannonk
Hot House's Justice took home the most and the most major awards at The Grabby's over the weekend including Best Video, Best Actor, Best Director and Best Sex Scene.
Falcon Studios'sThe Velvet Mafia 1-2, also took in a number of awards and Trevor Knight was the most honored performer of the evening.
Wall of Fame inductees included industry legends Paul Barresi, Blue Blake, Gino Colbert, David Forest, Max Phillips and Bruce Vilanch with hostess Chi Chi LaRue getting a new award for Lifetime Achievement.
For a full list of winners, visit Grabbys.com and for the few photos up so far from the ceremony and parties, click here for our gal Shamama's GayPornBlog.
Oh, speaking of which! The gossip you won't hear elsewhere. (I don't go to the damned thing and I still get the dirt.) I hear Shammy's yet another to have left Falcon this year. And Jett Blakk and Ray Dragon are rumored to be the newest directors for the company! I'll have to check with PR maven Troy Prickett to confirm when the dust from the Grabby's settles.
It's one of the biggest weekends in gay porn as the group takes to Chicago for The Grabby Awards and the International Male Leather convention! You can find all the events and porn stars involved at the official Grabby site: Grabbys.com
I will not be there for once, believe it or not! Will Clark will be resuming his post as host of the Cocktails at the Gentry event. (Last go around, I was actually only a fill-in for him at the last minute -- and only under the condition that he could return the following year if he choose.) And while I will miss my usual red carpet reporting, you don't have to miss me! ...If you're not going, that is.
If you're in the Los Angeles area this weekend, come see me starring in the new musical adaptation of the movie Jaws. It's a ridiculous horror/comedy and one helluva kick ass rock opera. All That Jaws makes its debut at The Out of Bounds Improv Festival in Santa Monica this Friday night at midnight!
So if your'e not getting pissed on in Chicago, come piss your pants laughing at me as The Shark himself, who in this version naturally is a cross between Joel Grey in Cabaret and Tim Curry in The Rocky Horror Picture Show.
I have it on good authority that Chi Chi LaRue will be adding yet another venue to her local DJ schedule. Hot West Hollywood hang out here Lounge will be featuring LaRue on socialite extraordinnaire Jonathan Chang'sPopular Saturday nights.
Chang's Saturday night Popular has always been a huge hang out for gay porn stars and porn insiders so LaRue should feel right at home with a posse of her boys at her side.
It's a shame they don't mention the dudes on the box cover of Adam & Eve's latest sex comedy spoof, The Devil Wears Leather, because the stars of the movie are Steven St. Croix and James Dean. They're given more screen time than anyone else and in terms of acting, they have the best chemistry and work off each other incredible well. St. Croix has been showing his genius comedic chops for years, but Dean is truly a talent too. Both will draw you in as "the nerd assistant" and "the devil" and have you laughing so hard you won't be fast forwarding through the dialogue. Hopefully, the movie will get nominated for Best Sex Comedy and the boys for Best Actor. They are much deserved nods. Now, onto the sex...
Tyler Faith sure knows how to work a strap-on and she makes Ava Rose her bitch after some lengthy mutual pussy eating. Rose bounces up and down on Faith's fake cock and even takes it lying down in what is one of the hotter girl/girl scenes of the year so far.
Jezebelle Bondand Marcos Banderas are made for each other as performers. He's a bad boy with a big cock and she's a bad girl with a yearning pussy. He fills her and fufills her wildly in all the usual positions, but it's really the chemistry that makes the most of this scene. Between the screaming orgasms and the laughing fits, you can tell these two are having fucking fun!
Mindy Main and Aubrey Addams take to Steve St. Croix. The flourescent wig thing in porn is a little overused these days, but St. Croix makes the most of the scene with his nymphs by basically directing them himself it seems, telling them exactly what to do and how to do it. He can do that. He's an old pro. And the scene stands out amongst the others directed in full by Daniel Dakota.
Chelsea Rae is made up like a total whore to look like some cross between Christina Aguilera and Paris Hilton. A charicature version, more like it. But it works. She's hot as hell, all natural and has that emotionless expression as she screams her way through what is one of the hottest scenes in the movie -- not to mention, the lone anal romp as Anthony Hardwood does the honors.
Ava Rose returns for the movie's final scene as "the nerd" becomes "the stud" and James Dean fucks her silly. Wow, who knew he had it in him all this time? And who knew his dick was so insanely long?! Dean carries the entire scene on his shoulders; he never stops talking dirty to Rose or smacking her ass as hard as he can. Rose seems to love being treated like his "little bitch," as he says, and he gives her enough to make her cum on his cock mutiple times before he busts on her face. His relentlessness though is what shines through in the scene making it obvious that he is one of the more formidable new straight sex studs on the scene today.
Daniel Dakota helmed a real gem here. Let's hope Adam & Eve talk it up and push it in the right direction.
It's kind of spooky, but Brent Corrigan and I were actually writing blogs about the death of Jerry Fallwell at the same time on Sunday evening! Mine is in the "Diary" here and his is in his blog. It's actually the first penmanship from Corrigan that has made me smile in a long time. It was really refreshing to hear him wax political and most importantly to talk about something other than himself or pornography in general. I'm sure at this point, with all the media attention and speculation, even Brent Corrigan is sick of reading his name! There are more important things going on in the world and I for one found it speaks volumes that he recognizes that.
As I mention in my own post on the subject, it seems lots of bloggers and forums have been weighing in with their own rants and memories of Fallwell. CruisingforSex.com is even throwing an exclusive Jerry Fallwell Sale "to celebrate in the way that would most offend Fallwell and his followers." And I won't even begin to go into how reading that quote disgusted me -- again, see the "Diary" for my take on our community's reactions to Fallwell's death.
But the one I found the most interesting came from the man who fought him right up to the Supreme Court, his supposed arch-nemesis, Hustler magazine publisher and 1st ammendment activist, Larry Flynt.
Flynt tells a very different story of Fallwell and remembers the man as, of all things, a very good friend.
LARRY FLYNT: My Friend, Jerry Fallwell The Los Angeles Times
THE FIRST TIME the Rev. Jerry Falwell put his hands on me, I was stunned. Not only had we been archenemies for 15 years, his beliefs and mine traveling in different solar systems, and not only had he sued me for $50 million (a case I lost repeatedly yet eventually won in the Supreme Court), but now he was hugging me in front of millions on the Larry King show.
It was 1997. My autobiography, "An Unseemly Man," had just been published, describing my life as a publisher of pornography. The film "The People vs. Larry Flynt" had recently come out, and the country was well aware of the battle that Falwell and I had fought: a battle that had changed the laws governing what the American public can see and hear in the media and that had dramatically strengthened our right to free speech.
King was conducting the interview. It was the first time since the infamous 1988 trial that the reverend and I had been in the same room together, and the thought of even breathing the same air with him made me sick. I disagreed with Falwell (who died last week) on absolutely everything he preached, and he looked at me as symbolic of all the social ills that a society can possibly have. But I'd do anything to sell the book and the film, and Falwell would do anything to preach, so King's audience of 8 million viewers was all the incentive either of us needed to bring us together.
But let's start at the beginning and flash back to the late 1970s, when the battle between Falwell, the leader of the Moral Majority, and I first began. I was publishing Hustler magazine, which most people know has been pushing the envelope of taste from the very beginning, and Falwell was blasting me every chance he had. He would talk about how I was a slime dealer responsible for the decay of all morals. He called me every terrible name he could think of -- names as bad, in my opinion, as any language used in my magazine.
After several years of listening to him bash me and reading his insults, I decided it was time to start poking some fun at him. So we ran a parody ad in Hustler -- a takeoff on the then-current Campari ads in which people were interviewed describing "their first time." In the ads, it ultimately became clear that the interviewees were describing their first time sipping Campari. But not in our parody. We had Falwell describing his "first time" as having been with his mother, "drunk off our God-fearing asses," in an outhouse.
Apparently, the reverend didn't find the joke funny. He sued us for libel in federal court in Virginia, claiming that the magazine had inflicted emotional stress on him. It was a long and tedious fight, beginning in 1983 and ending in 1988, but Hustler Magazine Inc. vs. Jerry Falwell was without question my most important battle.
We lost in our initial jury trial, and we lost again in federal appeals court. After spending a fortune, everyone's advice to me was to just settle the case and be done, but I wasn't listening; I wasn't about to pay Falwell $200,000 for hurting his feelings or, as his lawyers called it, "intentional infliction of emotional distress." We appealed to the U.S. 4th Circuit Court of Appeals, and I lost for a third time.
Everyone was certain this was the end. We never thought the U.S. Supreme Court would agree to hear the case. But it did, and though I felt doomed throughout the trial and was convinced that I was going to lose, we never gave up. As we had moved up the judicial ladder, this case had become much more than just a personal battle between a pornographer and a preacher, because the 1st Amendment was so much at the heart of the case.
To my amazement, we won. It wasn't until after I won the case and read the justices' unanimous decision in my favor that I realized fully the significance of what had happened. The justices held that a parody of a public figure was protected under the 1st Amendment even if it was outrageous, even if it was "doubtless gross and repugnant," as they put it, and even if it was designed to inflict emotional distress. In a unanimous decision -- written by, of all people, Chief Justice William H. Rehnquist -- the court reasoned that if it supported Falwell's lower-court victory, no one would ever have to prove something was false and libelous to win a judgment. All anyone would have to prove is that "he upset me" or "she made me feel bad." The lawsuits would be endless, and that would be the end of free speech.
Everyone was shocked at our victory -- and no one more so than Falwell, who on the day of the decision called me a "sleaze merchant" hiding behind the 1st Amendment. Still, over time, Falwell was forced to publicly come to grips with the reality that this is America, where you can make fun of anyone you want. That hadn't been absolutely clear before our case, but now it's being taught in law schools all over the country, and our case is being hailed as one of the most important free-speech cases of the 20th century.
No wonder that when he started hugging me and smooching me on television 10 years later, I was a bit confused. I hadn't seen him since we'd been in court together, and that night I didn't see him until I came out on the stage. I was expecting (and looking for) a fight, but instead he was putting his hands all over me. I remember thinking, "I spent $3 million taking that case to the Supreme Court, and now this guy wants to put his hand on my leg?"
Soon after that episode, I was in my office in Beverly Hills, and out of nowhere my secretary buzzes me, saying, "Jerry Falwell is here to see you." I was shocked, but I said, "Send him in." We talked for two hours, with the latest issues of Hustler neatly stacked on my desk in front of him. He suggested that we go around the country debating, and I agreed. We went to colleges, debating moral issues and 1st Amendment issues -- what's "proper," what's not and why.
In the years that followed and up until his death, he'd come to see me every time he was in California. We'd have interesting philosophical conversations. We'd exchange personal Christmas cards. He'd show me pictures of his grandchildren. I was with him in Florida once when he complained about his health and his weight, so I suggested that he go on a diet that had worked for me. I faxed a copy to his wife when I got back home.
The truth is, the reverend and I had a lot in common. He was from Virginia, and I was from Kentucky. His father had been a bootlegger, and I had been one too in my 20s before I went into the Navy. We steered our conversations away from politics, but religion was within bounds. He wanted to save me and was determined to get me out of "the business."
My mother always told me that no matter how repugnant you find a person, when you meet them face to face you will always find something about them to like. The more I got to know Falwell, the more I began to see that his public portrayals were caricatures of himself. There was a dichotomy between the real Falwell and the one he showed the public.
He was definitely selling brimstone religion and would do anything to add another member to his mailing list. But in the end, I knew what he was selling, and he knew what I was selling, and we found a way to communicate.
I always kicked his ass about his crazy ideas and the things he said. Every time I'd call him, I'd get put right through, and he'd let me berate him about his views. When he was getting blasted for his ridiculous homophobic comments after he wrote his "Tinky Winky" article cautioning parents that the purple Teletubby character was in fact gay, I called him in Florida and yelled at him to "leave the Tinky Winkies alone."
When he referred to Ellen Degeneres in print as Ellen "Degenerate," I called him and said, "What are you doing? You don't need to poison the whole lake with your venom." I could hear him mumbling out of the side of his mouth, "These lesbians just drive me crazy." I'm sure I never changed his mind about anything, just as he never changed mine.
I'll never admire him for his views or his opinions. To this day, I'm not sure if his television embrace was meant to mend fences, to show himself to the public as a generous and forgiving preacher or merely to make me uneasy, but the ultimate result was one I never expected and was just as shocking a turn to me as was winning that famous Supreme Court case: We became friends.
Nothing Raging Stallion has produced has ever come close to the epic, Mirage, and never before has Chris Ward been at his all-time best as a director, pulling outstanding performances out of a truly diverse cast of thirteen men. With an Indiana Jones -esque plot that revolves around Egyptian tomb raiders in search of one of the most valuable artifacts in the world, it's pretty amazing the lengths some men will go to for a little gold statue. What's more amazing is how hot they are doing it in this two-disc set that might very well sweep the next awards circuit as one of the most ambitious, visually and sexually stunning masterpieces of 2007.
Max Schutler and Justin Christopher get things going in the opening romp, so hot the rest of the movie does its best to outdo. Schutler's past performances as a power bottom are no match for Christopher who has his gigantic schlong so far up there it must be hitting the boy's guts. What's more, he removes it from the Schutler's magic hole regularly and makes him gape his hole open with his fingers.
Tommy Blade steals the threeway where he and Rambo fuck the living hell out of Marc LaSalle and Schutler soon returns, this time as a top to plow Dominic Pacifico's bubble butt. As a top Schutler is actually surprisingly equally adept and incredibly talented -- but there's no denying he's best when he's lying on his back with his legs in the air.
Hairy man beast Hussein meets up with hairy stud boy Steve Cruz for an oral scene that lovers of daddies will not be able to get enough of, leading into a group orgy featuring all of the cast thus far. While other directors have been known for their prowess in the "orgy" department, here Ward proves that he's gaining on them and deserves to be in the company of the greatest contemporary directors of gay pornography.
Without giving away too much of the plot (if you're into that sort of thing, there's actually a good one here!), disc two begins outside the tomb, which begins Raging Stallion's on-location shoots from the gorgeous island Hawaii. It's hard to believe at this point that we're just getting started.
Dirk Jager plays a Sheik in his palace of gold and uses his concubine, Matthieu Paris, like the little whore that he is, gagging him to tears with his cock through his robe before bending him over and showing him who is... well, the Seik.
When it comes to videography, the oceanside scene between Jake Deckard, Steve Cruz and Collin O'Neal is the highlight here with the three men grinding into each other atop high rocks as the sudsy waves crash beneath them.
The grand finale of Mirage is another hard hitting orgy featuring the sex men of disc two and a total of fifteen cum shots. Deckard really gets his mouth beat up by everyone's massive dicks here. When he finally gets his chance at Cruz's hole though, it's a fight to see who is the ultimate pig with spit and cum flying, muscles hard and cock and hole everywhere. And who wins that battle, you ask? Probably Cruz. He gets double penetrated!
There's no question that Mirage is Raging Stallion's best release to date, but it may also be the movie for which Ward himself will be remembered.
As a reviewer, it is sometimes difficult to make sure I'm not basing what's hot in what I personally find aesthetically appealing. So let me just say up front, if you like pretty boys, skip Mustang Studios'Limits. And that is not meant to offend anyone in the cast, as it is chocked full of handsome, rugged real men's men. That said, if you like them hairy, balding, a little beefy and drenched in sweat to the point that you know they must smell, well this is definitely your kind of movie!
Limits is an interesting title because it doesn't neccessarily test the limits of someone's sexuality or their asshole even (unfortunately), but it does certainly push the limits of what Mustang has done so far. It's dirtier, sweatier and skankier than any title previously put out by the company with lots more spitting, arm pit licking and shoe licking than in movie's past.
There's also lots of props, from leather straps to cock rings to a nifty chair that allows Brendan Davies to sit and get his hole eaten by Jake Dakota before Davies plows the living hell out of his hairy ass. One of the neater elements is a pair of vinyl wrestling uniforms with the ass cut out that Kristian Alvarez and Trey Casteel make the most out of, full on hardcore wrestling before getting it on. They even leave the uniforms on the entire time Casteel is getting his ass raped. Steve Carlise gets tied up and blindfolded so Brett Mathews and Steve Trevor can easily take turns with him, but not before some serious dildo play to open his hole. Brendan Davies returns for the final scene, a threeway with Park Wiley and Steve Cruz but first Davis holds down Cruz and shaves his entire head! Like I said, props abound!
Forgive me but I'm a little confused as to who we're supposed to be paying attention to in Nectar Entertainment'sExxxtasy Island 4 -- the hot chicks or the hot dudes? Not that I'm complaining! Nor would any girl who you happen to take Exxxtasy Island 4 home to, making it one helluva couples movie. With two hours of sex, seven Brazilian babes and some hot anal hardcore thrown in for good measure, it's no wonder this series has been sweeping the awards.
I don't have a clue who these bitches are but they know they are there to please these rugged muscle studs for whom sex on the beach is a lot more than a drink! These uncut thick cocked tan hunks are the only things that can calm these insatiable coppertone goddesses it seems. Director Marty Zion does a fantastic job of capturing what looks like seemless sex that probably didn't even need much positioning. These are probably the greatest porn talents of Brazil.
I love me some Flower Tucci and here she's getting her asshole fucked and squirting all over the place at the same time!
Last time I saw her she told me she had just been fucked by hottie Simon Rex, whose semen was still somewhere on her. Or in her? Something. Can't remember.
If you're around this afternoon at 3:00 pm (PT) and you're a member of our site, you can chat live with Brad Rock as he takes your questions and requests during an hour of hot solo sex on "JC TV Live".
If you're not around, you can always catch it in the archives in the coming weeks, like our most recent one featuring Andy Kirra! Here's a sneak peek. Full gallery and video available exclusively to JasonCurious.com members!
According to an inside source, this morning Harlow Cuadra and Joe Kerekes pleaded "not guilty" to all charges against them. Though Barry Taylor has been removed from counsel due to conflict of interest, the dynamic duo that ran BoyBatter.com, now accused of the murder of Cobra Video owner Bryan Kocis, will fight extradition. The federal government has supposedly seized all of their assetts.
I'm told one of the most interesting pieces of information the affidavit provides is that police believe many of Cobra Video's masters and model releases were destroyed prior to the fire. Allegedly, the area where Kocis kept all of Cobra's material was severely thrashed!
There's more than a few things here that don't add up, leaving more holes in this story than any of Cobra's movies.
Brent Corrigan and Grant Roy have now been named as "informers," having assisted the police in gathering the evidence necessary against Cuadra and Kerekes during a secretly recorded conversation at, of all places, a nude beach. This leaves for a lot of loose ends and unanswered questions.
First of all, you don't kill someone because they have one of a hundred "rival gay porn companies" and want to work with one of the stars under contract. That motive is totally ludicrous to anyone who works in the adult entertainment business. So ludicrous, in fact, it was spoofed in a movie that Corrigan starred in, The Velvet Mafia. It's almost as though the supposed motive and plot of this murder is lifted directly from the movie's script.
Furthermore, if the leaked quotes from the recorded beach tapes are true, what is with Harlow saying he felt like he got "revenge"? Revenge for what? How did he know Bryan?
It is also now revealed by the media that Corrigan and Roy claim during the initial Vegas meetings between the four, murder was hinted at by Cuadra and Kerekes to get Kocis out of the way. Though the quote given, where they ask what if Bryan were to leave the country, seems a far cry from murder.
At the very least, because of those Vegas meetings, Corrigan and Roy definitely knew who Cuadra was when the "person of interest" bulletin featuring a photo of Cuadra was released to the press. So why was I the first person to call the police with Cuadra's escort profile and contact info nearly 24 hours later? Why didn't they call?
And most importantly, the biggest burning question of all is why Cuadra and Kerekes would discuss the murder so incredibly openly with Corrigan and Roy -- unless they trusted them because they too were involved.
For up to the minute updates, visit Julien's Gay Rant Page, providing the most comprehensive listing of articles and legal documents regarding the case yet online.
All of the boys in Spunkvideo'sYoung Barebackers 2 are billed by only their first names -- like in the opening scene between Justin and Logan. But any constant reader or gay sexvid connoseuir will immediately recognize Logan as popular porn pup Jayden Holloway taking a different turn as a top this time around in one of the movie's highlights. Watch for him busting on Justin's hole and then shoving his cock back in his ass for some further fucking.
The rest of the boys are less recognizable but equally adept at the art of sexing, like the adorable barely legal hottie Kyle who bangs the hell out of bitch bottom Skyy who whines and cries and screams his way through the scene to this viewer's delight! R.J. is a total hottie too who like like a bad ass punk straight out of high school, but unfortunately instead of bottoming, he's topping Tyler, a totally emaciated dude about five years his senior. There's boyfriends Michael and Ryan too, totalling four bareback scenes by the movie's end.
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JASON'S PERSONAL CALENDAR
Tuesday, March 16th, 2010 - Hosting "PORN STAR RIM JOB" w/ live on-stage performances from porn star go-go boys at MJ's Bar in Los Angeles, CA from 10:00 pm - 2:00 am.
Monday, March 29th, 2010 - Hosting "PORN STAR KARAOKE" w/ live musical performances from half naked porn stars at MJ's Bar in Los Angeles, CA from 10:00 pm - 2:00 am.
Tuesday, April 20th, 2010 - Hosting "PORN STAR RIM JOB" w/ live on-stage performances from porn star go-go boys at MJ's Bar in Los Angeles, CA from 10:00 pm - 2:00 am.
Monday, April 26th, 2010 - Hosting "PORN STAR KARAOKE" w/ live musical performances from half naked porn stars at MJ's Bar in Los Angeles, CA from 10:00 pm - 2:00 am.
Wednesday, April 28th, 2010 - Hosting "GARAGE" w/ DJ Chi Chi LaRue, special guest Gus Mattox and porn star go-go boys Here Lounge in West Hollywood, CA from 10:00 pm - 2:00 am.
Tuesday, May 18th, 2010 - Hosting "PORN STAR RIM JOB" w/ live on-stage performances from porn star go-go boys at MJ's Bar in Los Angeles, CA from 10:00 pm - 2:00 am.
Monday, May 24th, 2010 - Hosting "PORN STAR KARAOKE" w/ live musical performances from half naked porn stars at MJ's Bar in Los Angeles, CA from 10:00 pm - 2:00 am.
Tomorrow night (Friday) will be KSEX's first live broadcast from their new station in Chatsworth, a brand new building with three full studios for starters -- and The Young & the Curious, hosted by your's truly, available in streaming live video (and archives) to JasonCurious.com members, will be one of the first shows ever at the new locale!
