Gay Porn Memories: Logan Reed — Mystery of The Sex Sphinx

Sunny, cute, vivacious, playful.

These are descriptions applied to any exemplar of the endless supply of chipper, collegiate male starlets who have populated gay porn down through the years.

Sultry, intense Logan Reed was none of the above.

No, Reed was a popular yet still strangely unknowable presence in gay porn beginning in the late ’90s — a star who seemed to defy categorization as he hinted at a curious human mystery that played scorchingly on camera.

Where did he hail from? Who was he really? What ultimately became of him? These are among the myriad questions that surround one of the medium’s most enigmatic players.

Come back to the Five & Dime, Logan Reed, Logan Reed…

Reed did a dump truck’s worth of porn, so even if you don’t know him by name, you’ve likely encountered his work at least once. Much is made of his numerous physical attributes, particularly his billy club of a cock and his perfect chest hair pattern (he was usually trimmed for on-camera duty, said to have been epically hirsute when unshaven). For me, I have to say his face was the real marvel. Leonine and chiseled, it has this sphinx-like quality that made it temple- or pyramid-worthy. He could’ve been H.P. Lovecraft’s hot-assed descendant, and depending on the light and expression, he could look bright-eyed (damn, those eyes were blue) and open or haughty and forbidding. It’s not often the word “mercurial” gets bandied about in waxing ecstatic about gay porn, but Reed is that exception.

In terms of concrete biographical details, this sphinx is a true riddle. It’s known that he hailed from Colorado and headed westward, ho! where he was pretty much immediately snatched up in the biz, becoming a real fixture on the scene for almost a decade. And boy was he versatile, tapping ass and getting plowed at alternating turns. Super-stubbly and square-headed, he nevertheless had a certain pleasing boyishness to his physique, all of which made him easy to cast and even easier to contrast with virtually any co-star.

Just a quick glance at my DVD shelf has but a few of his career highlights coming to mind. The hilarious Dark Side of The Moon has a terrific flip-flop between he and Matt Bradshaw in an outdoor shower, Bradshaw pogoing for dear life atop his obelisk. In Beach Buns, he’s the beach trick that Rod Barry enlists to deflower him (according to first-timer Barry, for real). Reed works over Barry’s hole with his tongue before pounding the blond lifeguard tease out like he deserves.

Tulsa County Line, in which he essays the hottest UPS guy ever, is real hoot. Check out his uproariously priceless pregnant pause when, after a delivering a new video camera to backwoods sluts Matt Sizemore and Nino Bacci, he’s asked “Do yo mind if I videotape you?” He looks back and forth between the two men. “Naw, I guess it’d be all right,” Reed concludes, which, natch, leads to him mounting Bacci on the couch as Sizemore watches, Reed politely laying back on the coffee table so that the pair can spray all over his tits. My fave has got to be from Jeff Stryker’s Underground, wherein he gets doubled-teamed in a bondage mask atop a pool table by Paul Morgan in the front and Jeff Stryker in the back, Morgan blasting a climactic geyser of jizz in his face.

Reed retired from the industry in 2005. Some sources claim he made a career segue into restaurant management, now living largely incognito outside of being recognized by fans. Other assertions are less heartening, his Cock Fight co-star Blue Blake writing that Reed hit the meth pipe hard and went to seed, unable to make a legit go at it.

Here’s hoping Logan’s post-porn run led him into the sun.