Out of the Blue

by Blue Blake

  I could tell that Crystal was trying to make amends for the check debacle so I smiled.

  “That would be great.”

  I gave Crystal my number and left the bar alone. It was a slow night. I hadn’t done a film in ages and it was probably time to get back into the business. I had seen Gino Colbert in hundreds of films dating back to the seventies. Gino was a good-looking Italian guy on film with a great smile, and he was a total sex pig. I had heard that he had relocated from his home in NYC to Hollywood and was fast making his name as a popular director. He had just made a film starring Ken Ryker entitled Matinee Idol. The film was supposed to star Ryan Idol, hence the title, but Ryan was “indisposed” and so Ken Ryker had taken the role.

  The next day I was lying on Greg Greene’s balcony tanning when the phone rang. It was Gino Colbert.

  “Is this Mister Blake? This is Gino Colbert.”

  “Yes,” I said, a little flustered. I sort of fancied him from the films.

  “Great job in the Tom of Finland film,”

  “Thanks.”

  “I’m making a film called Nightwalk, and Crystal Crawford told me you might be interested in appearing in it. Could I come over and interview you for the role?”

  “Sure.”

  I gave him the address and an hour later there was a knock at my door. I opened it and there stood one handsome man, Gino Colbert. He looked exactly as he did in all his films. I smiled and he smiled back. He had beautiful teeth. I love it when people have great teeth.

  “You’re perfect,” he said, without setting foot in the apartment.

  Hmmm, I thought, you’re not too bad yourself. After spending months in London training with Steve and living in South Africa I was in really good condition—huge pecs, small waist and a golden California tan.

  “Can I see you naked?” Gino asked.

  We went into the bedroom and I stripped off. Gino whistled.

  “Perfect,” he said. “You’ll be perfect for the role.”

  “Who will I be working with?”

  “Hank Hightower and Ryan Block.”

  Hank was a stocky handsome hairy Latino and Ryan was a straight, muscled biracial guy with smooth skin. This was a good sign. Obviously Gino knew what he was doing when it came to casting. Both guys were very masculine and I fancied both of them.

  “You’ll be the one getting fucked,” Gino added.

  Damn, I thought.

  “The movie is also being co-directed by a guy called Michael Ninn.”

  Michael Ninn was an enormously famous straight director. He had a big hit with a glossy straight movie entitled Latex. It turned out that the reason Night Walk was getting made was that Michael had shot a straight movie and rather than tear the expensive set down, the production company, VCA, had decided to shoot a gay movie on the same set. The movie was also to star Chad Conners and Dino De Marco, who I had met on the set of Lube Job. Dino was to play the role of the devil trying to seduce the young, blond, chaste bodybuilder Chad Conners. I was to play the devil’s minion and Will Clark was to play the role of the devil’s butler. Will was a cute redheaded boy that I later fucked in a film called My Bitch, in which we shared a prison cell.

  Gino gave me the role in Night Walk and told me that Ryan Block would pick me up the following day to drive me to the set.

  I loved that about porn: you were cast one day and the next you were on the set. Sometimes you were on the set within hours of being cast . . . or minutes even!!

  The set for Night Walk was astonishing. It had been built in a gigantic studio and consisted of futuristic landscapes and vistas further than the eye could see. In my scene a gigantic gong was banged to summon me from a vat of boiling water . . . to be fucked by Ryan and Hank. All the crew was straight and I got some perverse thrill for some reason out of them filming my arsehole. They seemed slightly embarrassed because they were used to shooting chicks. Michael Ninn was a genius and he and Gino worked really well together on the set. Unlike so many shoots, it was a totally stress-free environment. I relished the thought of working for Gino again. The sex was hot and I could tell the film was going to be an enormous hit. I felt like I was starring in Blade Runner . . . well, apart from all the cock.

  I took a real shine to Gino Colbert. We became friends and he was soon introducing me to people high up on the porn ladder who could further my career. One of the most important was Mickey Skee, a hugely famous porn reviewer who with his long blond hair bore more than a passing resemblance to Farrah Fawcett. I met so many people in the industry through Gino, and I owe a lot to his friendship.

  One day over lunch, Gino said, “I’m thinking of doing an interracial film. Do you want to star in it?”

  “What’s the storyline?” I asked. Gino was famous for making films with big plots and that always intrigued me, as I liked the acting part more than I did the sex.

  “Well . . . I thought you might like to write it.”

  Write a film? One thing I liked about Gino was he really believed I was more talented than I actually was. How the hell would I go about writing a porn film?

  “Ryan Block will direct it, I’ll produce it and you’ll write and star in it. Each scene has to contain a white guy and a black guy . . . we can call it Black and Blue.”

  I had absolutely no idea how to sit down and write a porn film but I knew the basic rules. If there were five scenes in a film, as the star, I could appear in the first, third and fifth scene. Four to five scenes were normal for a film. So I sat down and wrote. As I had an English accent I worked that into the script. I would play an English guy visiting his American cousin who I decided would be played by Chad Conners (the hot, blond, straight bodybuilder who I met on the set of Night Walk and desperately wanted to fuck in real life). In the film I visit my cousin and regale him with tales of interracial sex in the hopes he will become incredibly turned on and let me fuck him. The rest of the cast was made up of black performers—Gene Lamar, T-spoon, and Ryan Block—and white guys Paul Hanson and Giorgio Falconi.

  Chad’s apartment was built on a soundstage in the San Fernando Valley and the five-scene film was to be shot on four consecutive days.

  On the first day of filming, Milton, the owner of the studio where our set was built, greeted us. He was a stocky middle-aged guy who looked like he could have been captain of the high school football team when he was younger. He used to be a porn star himself and he always had young porn starlets wandering around the studio. The studio was basically a huge warehouse with dozens of different sets that could be erected within days. I never really liked their sets because when they built rooms they always looked sort of thrown together, all shaky walls, no windows and bad furniture. If you knocked on a door the whole fake wall would sway backward and forward.

  “Let me show you what I’ve built for your apartment,” Milton said excitedly.

  I always got the impression he wanted me to blow him but that was OK because I always imagined EVERY straight guy wanted me to blow them. He flung open a door and there was Chad Connners’ apartment. It wasn’t too bad. It certainly looked like an American college kid could be living there. If the audience spent all their time critiquing the décor we weren’t doing our job. This wasn’t Martha Stewart Living.

  Gino arrived with Ryan Block and rubbed his hands with glee. “Perfect, perfect, perfect,” Gino smiled.

  Gino was always very upbeat on the porn sets. Perhaps because he had been making porn since the seventies, nothing got him down or perhaps because he just really liked working with me as I was so easy going. I wanted the film to look great and so did he. When you have that mutual respect between the star and the director, great films are made.

  We sat around waiting for Chad as the rest of the crew arrived. I chatted to the famous straight porn star Mr. Marcus in the makeup room. He had been in another part of the studio filming a scene and I wandered over to watch. He was fucking a really scrawny blonde chick with bruises on her knees and she was screaming her head off because of Mr
. Marcus’ big black dick. When the scene finished she wiped a tea towel between her legs and said, “That was great . . . I’ve gotta run because I’m doing another scene down the road, but can I have your number because I know someone we can both do a scene for.”

  This was definitely how it worked on porn sets. You would meet someone who would offer you work on another film and then you would get more work from people you met on that film. It just spiraled and spiraled.

  Mr. Marcus wrote his number down for her and she gave it to a grey-haired guy who had been standing in the corner watching them fuck.

  “This is my husband,” she explained, “He’s also my business manager.”

  She pulled up her knickers, slipped a dress over her head and ran out without showering. Mr. Marcus grinned at me and went to use the shower. I realized I was hard from looking at his big dick. He was gorgeous.

  I returned to our own set where by now Chad Conners had arrived. He smiled at me indolently. I couldn’t wait to fuck him. I had even jerked off thinking about it. The scene where I had to fuck him, however, wouldn’t come until the very last day of the shoot. Chad was on the set that day just to shoot the dialogue that would link the scenes together. This went off without a hitch. Chad was a good actor and Ryan Block seemed to know what he was doing as director too. Just in case something went wrong, Gino hovered around making the occasional suggestion. After all, he was the producer.

  My first sex scene in the film was with Gene Lamar. He was fifty but didn’t look a day over thirty . . . black don’t crack. He played a cop who arrested me and fucked me over a garbage can in the back of a nightclub. Gene had a big dick and what with him being dressed as a cop, the scene went swimmingly.

  The next scene I had written for myself was probably quite controversial for its time. I was sitting in army gear in a dark room surrounded by glory holes and one by one huge black cocks came through the holes and I began sucking on them. The scene was shot in a sex club in Los Angeles and as I wasn’t involved in the casting I had no idea whose dicks I was sucking. Ryan Block who was also operating the camera had found the disembodied cocks for me to suck on. Each one was big, and as I worked my way around the room I began to get lockjaw. I could see that Ryan had a massive hard-on in his pants watching me suck all those black dicks one by one. Not knowing who they belonged to sent me into a sexual frenzy. I ran from one to the next and back again cramming all that meat into my gob. It was an extremely sexy scene and one by one they came on my chest and all over my face. After everyone came, I ran for the bathroom to wash off all the strangers’ spunk.

  Ryan wandered in and took out his dick. “Come on baby . . . give daddy a blowjob too.”

  Ryan Block and I had always had an intense mutual attraction between us since we had shot Night Walk. I knew he was straight with a kid on the way but he just loved me sucking his dick. As it was always fat and hard I sometimes acquiesced if I was feeling horny. This was one of those times. I fell to my knees and gave him the best blowjob of his life. He grunted and in no time shot his load.

  “Did you like sucking all that black dick you dirty slut?” he grinned.

  “Yes . . . very sexy . . . but who were those guys? Where did you find them?”

  Ryan looked sheepish. “Wellllllllll . . . to be honest we didn’t have a lot of money in the budget so I found them on the street.”

  “ON THE STREET?” I yelled.

  “Yeah . . . you know . . . like homeless . . . but I made sure they were all clean.”

  These last words were lost to me as I was swallowing a bottle of Listerine. I ended up not catching gonorrhea but I kept a wary eye on Ryan for the rest of the shoot. Every time I looked at him he would grin and squeeze his fat cock through his pants . . . sexy bastard!!!

  My final scene in Black and Blue was the one I had really been waiting for. It was the last scene in the film and it was the one where I got to fuck Chad Conners. It involved him being turned on by my tales of interracial sex, going lust-mad, and getting fucked by me and the pizza boy. (Somewhere along the way a pizza boy had delivered pizza in the scene.) Ryan played the pizza boy—not only was he directing and doing the cinematography, but now he was acting. I’d heard of multitasking, but this was ridiculous.

  Anyway, both Ryan and I would get to fuck Chad, so I was delighted. On the day of the big scene Chad went to Gino and asked him if he could have a quiet word in private with him. My ears immediately pricked up. I must have looked like a fruit bat. I knew Chad hated getting fucked and would do anything to get out of the scene. Of course the film would make no sense because the whole point of the film was that I ENDED UP FUCKING CHAD CONNERS . . . GOD DAMN IT.

  “Mr. Blake . . . can I have a word with you?” Gino asked.

  He always called me Mr. Blake. Mr. Colbert had extremely good manners.

  “We have a little problem.”

  Here it comes, I thought.

  “It seems Chad’s ass is bleeding and he won’t be able to get fucked in the scene.”

  “It’s true,” Chad said, anticipating my skepticism.

  “Show me.” Bleeding, he better be having his damn fucking period I thought. “Bend over now.” I demanded.

  Sure enough, for some obscure reason Chad’s ass was bleeding, although now many years older and wiser I realize he must have stuck ketchup up his hole or a bottle of Cherryade or something wet and red to avoid getting fucked.

  As Chad couldn’t get fucked that left just one alternative or the entire film would collapse: I had to let Chad and Ryan fuck me.

  “It isn’t fair,” I sulked, “I was supposed to be the one doing the fucking. Now I have to douche and I’m not prepared . . . I had devilled eggs for lunch.”

  This was a complete lie . . . I hated devilled eggs. In fact, a devilled egg has never passed my lips.

  “I’ve got something that will cheer you up,” said Gino.

  “Nothing will cheer me up,” I pouted.

  “Well, you did such a great job writing this film, I want you to write two more . . . a trilogy, with the name ‘Blue’ in the title.”

  Gino knew what made me happy. I grinned through my misery.

  “Really?”

  “Really.”

  “Bring me the enema bottles!” I shouted, “Let’s get this show on the road!”

  So Ryan and Chad ended up fucking me. The scene was a success despite my moaning and griping. I gritted my teeth and took one for the team . . . well, two for the team actually.

  Something most people don’t realize is that there is a shortage of super hot guys to star in gay films. That’s why when somebody new comes along all the studios fight over him like starved dogs over a pork chop. I’m not talking your average young “twinky” guy. I’m talking about great skin, great hair, great teeth, great dick and great arse. The sort of guy who you see working out at your local gym and would sell your soul for a night of passion with. Jeff Stryker, Ryan Idol, all those old Matt Sterling models who seemed so unobtainable unless you visited your local porn dealer. One such model was a guy called Bo Garrett. He had appeared as if from nowhere at Gold’s Gym in Hollywood one day. He was tanned and muscled and had one of the handsomest faces I had ever seen. I asked the girl who worked on the desk who he was.

  “I don’t know . . . he just joined the gym. I heard he just got out of the marines and he’s straight so that means he’s mine so hands off!”

  Well that definitely sealed the deal. A straight guy new in town with the face of a movie star, surely he must want to do gay porn, I thought. Now as weird as that may sound, surprisingly it would often come true. Handsome guys would flock to Los Angeles to be movie stars, and when they realized it wasn’t as easy as it had been back home when they were being cast as the lead in The Fantasticks, they would sometimes do a gay film on the sly. Mostly just jerking off, but that could lead to other things sometimes: getting blown, getting rimmed and even perhaps going the whole way as their fame grew. Fame is fame after all and in those days
, without the Internet being so pervasive, it was easier to convince guys that nobody they knew would see these scenes back on the old homestead.

  I peered at Bo over the squat rack, and he looked up at me and started laughing.

  “How you doing, man?”

  He had one of the deepest, sexiest voices I had ever heard. I think I even blushed.

  “Oh . . . I was just admiring your . . . ” and then I couldn’t think of anything to say. Nothing. I had stalked him all over the gym, and now he was talking to me, and I was speechless.

  “Look . . . I may as well just be straight forward with you. My name’s Blue Blake . . . ” he stared blankly at me, “ . . . well, the truth is I star in porn . . . gay porn . . . bodybuilder gay porn . . . and I thought because you are so spectacular looking . . . well, that you might want to do a film with me . . . I mean, you would be the one fucking me of course,” I rambled insanely.

  “Too fucking right I’d be the one fucking you because I’m not going to get fucked!”

  What!! Did my tiny British ears deceive me? Had he just agreed to star in a film with me? I got an instant hard-on. For every hundred guys you ask to star in a film, one will say yes. Figure that in with the fact that those hundred guys are the best looking of thousands of guys you see every day and it’s an extremely small percentage.

  “Yeah . . . I’ll star in a film with you, why not? You can call me Bo Garrett,” he grinned.

  Wow . . . this was amazing, now there was only one problem. I didn’t have a film for him to star in with me, so of course I immediately got on the phone with Gino Colbert.

  “Just how hot is he?” Gino asked.

  “He’s incredible!” I gushed “One of the sexiest men I have ever seen. In fact he was talking to a girl who teaches aerobics, and she got pregnant just by looking at him. I think I’m in love.”

  Bo really was that sexy. He must have been born with too many pheromones or something because just being in his presence drove me nutty.