Nothing like a heatwave to break the ice between neighbors.
When you live in a big anonymous apartment building and you’ve been eying the handsome black buck that moved down the hall, but getting no response — well, there’s nothing like a little assist from mother nature. Of course, blessings come in disguise:
That’s what happened to Sean Storm, a former Nightcharm discovery, now a porn star. After the third day of 90+ temps, he thought he was going to throw himself off Coit Tower.
San Francisco wasn’t suppose to have heatwaves. Nobody had air conditioners, except the hotels, and a sure way to spot tourists was that they were the ones in short sleeves in August — the shnooks! – trembling when the fog rolled in, as it always did at 4 in the afternoon, turning San Francisco into perpetual October.
But it was hotter than hell now, the fog had never materialized, and Sean had tossed and turned all night on hot sheets. Pressing a cold beer against his forehead, he wandered up to the roof to catch a stray breeze.
And there found his neighbor, lying out on a beach chair, with the same idea.
The big black man glistened with sweat and wore only a skimpy pair of track shorts that left little to the imagination. But when you were packing like his neighbor was, obvious even in the suits he wore every morning on his way to the BART station, Sean never had to exhaust his little gray cells all that much.
They started talking; his name was Jay. The girl he had move in with had left a few months back to go live at that all-women art commune in Taos, finally, as she always told Sean she wanted to do. Now the new neighbor was on his own. He worked over in Oakland, in a computer-game startup company. What, he asked, did Sean do.
“I’m an insatiable bottom,” Sean replied.
“A .. a what?”
Sean explained the ropes of the porn industry to Jay. Every porn actor has a certain niche, a certain role the fans expect him to play. In Sean’s case, though, he wasn’t ever play-acting.
“Really …!” Jay glowed.
Well, one thing led to another, the city by the bay got a smidge more steamy, and after it was over, Sean asked Jay if he would like to do it all over again — on film. For Raging Stallion Studios.
Jay thought that would look cool on his resume (NOT) but agreed anyway.
And so we offer you Raging Stallion’s fabulous Gay Dreams 2 within the Video Launchpad in the Inner Circle: the night that Jay met Sean … and the temperatures soared!
(MEMBERS / non-MEMBERS)
Despite its marvels, one might wish that Nightcharm could master the difference between transitive and intransitive verbs–one you’re doing, the other you’re done to–lying out is what you do, laying is what is done to you, if you’re lucky.
Or what you do to someone else. In any event, your black stud was “lying” out.
Does everything have to be so stereotypical when it comes to interracial gay porn? The blacks and latino’s are usually tops and asians and white guys are bottoms, I doubt that it would be hard to find a black bottom it’s not that hard, I know cause I happen to be one myself. It just be nice to see something new everyonce in a while.
God, it’s so hard to get properly laid nowadays.
Thanks, LAO for the correction. We have switched “laying” to “lying.” For all you fellow grammar freaks, here’s the way things … um, wait, let’s get it right … lie:
From Dictionary.com:
Now you may consider yourself properly laid!
YOU GUYS HAVE WAY TOO MUCH TIME ON YOUR HANDS.
Well, with the world falling apart, I feel happy to have helped get ONE problem solved! Love to all!
If no one will to talk about the model, Jay, then I will; he’s a beauty!!! Once again great pics Nightcharm.
Lucas from
TX
oh my gosh–
poor Elliot!
Ol dis gais need burn!
Is that Welsh? *laughs*
I copied the box of lie/lay into a Word document for keeps. I’ve never gotten in right in 40 years, and I stopped worrying about it 20 years ago. But every now and then I think I should try to scribe the correct usage, so perhaps this weakness I have in grammar will improve. Now how about sit/set? That one should be easy to represent pictorially.
It must really hurts but it’s hot
these are the diatribes of which up with i cannot, nor wish to, put.
think that one over, fuckers!
from Churchill…………..in WW II
get real, men!