Sex and Death, Part One

I learned the other day that The Naked Guy had died. That he had committed suicide in jail. If you don't know who The Naked Guy was, he was a strapping, muscular young man who attended classes at UC Berkeley in the nude. Here are a a few pictures of him.











He was 6'4", handsome, confident, intelligent and, for the most part, happy. I used to hear about him occasionally, and what I heard was always funny and sexy: when he got an erection in a Russian Lit class it was reported in the SF Chronicle, the Village Voice and every campus newspaper in the country. Anyone who can make a single erection so celebrated and infamous...well, he has my vote.

He made what little money he had by loafing (Walt Whitman's favorite word for invaluable pensive non-activity) and selling a bumper sticker he'd made.





I like the bumper sticker for several reasons. First it addresses ("Hey man...") the fact that most of the people who protested his daily public nudity were men. Also it hits head-on the fact that the general populace has a relationship with men's genitals that's based in fear and anger and insecurity. I can imagine The Naked Guy saying "Give up the shame and just enjoy your dick, man." A sentiment a pornographer can certainly stand behind.

The Naked Guy was someone I admired. His activism was based in pleasure, humor and intelligence. He said, "I don't want to facilitate the power structure with my conformity," but his non-conforming protest was, ultimately, as gentle as Gandhi.

His family said that he had emotional and mental problems, no surprise given his non-conformity. He'd had periods of joblessness, homelessness. Resisting "the power structure" can play hell with a guy's life. And late one night, in jail for having been in a fight, he tied a clear plastic bag over his head and suffocated.

I'm sorry he's gone. He was 33 years old.

---Paul Morris

Bulls and Balls

Semen is the ultimate creative medium (no pun intended...). It's meant to be worked with, played with, used in a thousand different ways.

The only way sperm should not be used is for the production of children. All of the world's ills can be traced to the root problem of over-population. The solution? Find ways to get straight men - the primary culprits in the overpopulation problem - to do better things with their spooge.

The world of all-male porn is hot on this issue, as I'm sure you all know. My confederates-in-porn are working around the clock and around the world, cooking up ways to divert rivers of straight-guy semen from ending up inside women. It's a noble cause and I like to do my part.

A few months ago Nick came in to discuss upcoming shoots. One involved a couple of straight studs jacking off next to each other on a couch. I looked over their pics and read their interview forms. They had never been touched by a guy, and they both said that they definitely wouldn't do anything sexual with a man.

The one on the left is Al. The one with the baseball cap is Michael.



I liked the way they looked, so I suggested that we try to stretch their limits a bit. I told Nick to offer them more money to let a guy suck them off.

"They won't do it. They won't let any guy suck them off," Nick responded. He'd done the interviews and has a nearly infallible eye for non-negotiable straightness.

I thought a bit. I'm a dyed-in-the-wool, old-fashioned ball-lover. I love hairy ballsacs and will slurp and slobber over 'em forever - so long as the bulls don't mind.

"Fine." I said to Nick. "Tell them he'll just lick their balls. They'll do it."

Nick called them, and they both said no. He told me they couldn't understand why a guy would want to lick their balls. I told him to offer them more money. This time Al reluctantly said yes. Nick had to go back a third and then a fourth time to get Michael to say yes.

So here they are, watching straight porn, showing the goods and nervously waiting for a ball-washing:



Nick brought in Jason Croft, one of my favorite cocksucker pups. He couldn't believe he was going to get to slurp on the ballsacs of these straight dudes. Al glared at Jason but had no problem staying hard. He seemed to get into having a submissive guy worship his balls.



Michael kept his eyes closed and lost his hard-on every time Jason came close.



Here are some shots of Jason thoroughly enjoying himself. You'll have to imagine the sounds of straight porn in the background:








At one point, Nick told the guys to stand up so Jason could get a different ball-licking angle:




Jason was about as happy as a young man can get:



Al had no problem coming. Michael had to work at it, but eventually managed to squirt a nice hot load.




And here's the good part. When they came, Jason surprised everybody--including Nick - by pulling out a silver spoon! He scooped up the fresh warm sperm and slurped it down, just like medicine. He knew they wouldn't let him lick it up and he thought he'd earned a taste of that fresh-from-the-cock straightman cum.



Al even cooperated by milking the last drops of cum into the spoon for Jason.




Jason scraped a gob of sperm off of Michael's thumb. Nick was actually a little worried that Michael might slug Jason, but the big lug just went along with it.





After the guys left, Jason couldn't wait to pull his dick out and jerk off: the whole experience had him way too excited to hold off. Check out the spooge-spray hitting his face:







When he was done he spooned up his own load and swallowed it. Then he trundled home with that glow that nuzzling bull-balls and swallowing bull-sperm gives a guy.

We never heard from Michael again, which is a real pity. But Al decided he liked being serviced by a guy and let Damon Dogg suck him off in Damon Blows America 7. He used the porn name "Alessandro", even though that's not quite his real name. But it's close enough.

We all slept better that night--Jason, Nick and I--having done our part to save the planet.

--Paul Morris

Dial "G" for Glory

My favorite shoots start with a phone call from a stranger. I like these unexpected calls and I depend on them. They keep me connected to non-porn sex in the real world. Taping these anonymous encounters is what keeps our porn weighted toward the real, the documentary.



When a guy called me the other day, he let me know that we'd never met. But he knew my vids, and was certain I'd be interested in his proposition. He was going to a local bookstore to put his ass up to a gloryhole for anyone to use. He wanted to know if I'd like to watch but what he really wanted was for me to tape him getting fucked.



He didn't have to ask twice. I grabbed one of the cameras that shoots well in the dark. Damon and I drove to the bookstore and did our best to saunter in casually. One of the reasons I never appear in videos is because I like to do things like this without being recognized. I love my anonymity---and I depend on it.

So I was able to get in unnoticed but Damon was recognized by the guy behind the counter, a fan. While Damon answered the guy's questions about what it's like to have blown half the men in America, I cruised the back, looking into the booths. I finally found the slut-bottom with his ass already pressed against the hole in the stall wall.



He turned out to be sexy and he had a perfect little fuckhole. I later
learned that he's a surfer who lives down the coast. He spends his time riding waves and riding cock, and that's given him a lithe muscled body, ready to be used.

Here are a few shots of him getting fucked--and felched--through the
hole.









He was hoping for a dozen or more loads up his ass, but I only had
time to tape him taking three before I had to get back to work. I went back
later hoping to fuck him myself. But by then he was gone.

--Paul Morris

Things they are a-changing

at Treasure Island Media. My name is Jack and I'll be guest writing the blog for awhile. Writing for the TIM blog is new, weird and a little scary — Saul kept the level of writing pretty damn high. So I’m thinking the best thing to do is stall for time.

Most of the guys here at T.I.M. are pretty outgoing but I would say I'm more like that guy you see at the bars, the one who stands and watches everything going on. The voyeur. A primal voyeur. And I have to say that TIM is the perfect place for a voyeur.

I mean I participate in life, but I’m also not the most outgoing personality. Maybe it’s because I write. Writers are by necessity watchers. So as a guest-blogger, I’ll be filling you in on the oddities and absurdities of my life at TIM.


A lot of you are eager and hungry for new material and apparently can’t help but remind us with your constant emails and phone calls about our next release. Fear not you horny fuckers: post-production on our newest and wildest fuckfilm yet is moving along. It's a hot one full of sweaty guys and flying cum. Here’s a sneak peak…







Ok, that’s it for now.

And, to follow Saul’s pattern, here’s a contest (he loves those contests!). The first five guys that can give us a link to another blog that talks about us, good or bad, win a free t-shirt. Ok, ok, the first five guys to respond get a free t-shirt.