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When Being Called Monkey-Boy is A Compliment: A Porn Model's Journey

Sat, 05/30/2009 - 17:52
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Editor's Note:  This is the first in a series by Kegan Daniels all about his experience from wide-eyed Kansas-boy to Porn Star in the making.

Monkey Boy. Ball fucking. Eight hot, big-dicked men screwing their brains out. The English language fails to provide words to adequately describe how AMAZING my last filming experience with Pantheon Productions was...but I shall do my best.  (Damn - I can't wait to see the finished products!  Real Men, Volume 19 and The Big Dick Daddy Club) So, be sure to keep checking back for installments as I recount how I got to be my own human sling on film.

And just how did it come about that I ended up on the set of The Big Dick Daddy Club earning the nickname “Monkey Boy”?

I had wanted to do porn for some time but never thought that I quite fit into the “look” of most studios out there.  I’ve never had rock hard abs.  I liked food too much.  At my heaviest, I stopped weighing myself past 255 pounds and was wearing a size 44 pant. (I’m now down to 222 and wear a 33!)

As part of a 2007 New Years Resolution to stop bitching and start going after my dreams I sucked it up and sent my photos to a few companies.  I either received the standard response email – don’t call us, we’ll call you – or was told to come back when I had put on some muscle.

Then I discovered Pantheon Productions. I liked their work, loved their models, and really resonated with what I saw as their vision – REAL MEN. So I sent Chris a few photos of myself and the response was of immediate and definite interest.

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Amateur Video of Older Men

Sun, 05/10/2009 - 15:48
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I love, love, love this guy's videos on youtube celebrating his love of older daddies. He clearly is fond of the daddy-bears quite a bit. The music is the kicker, along with his to-the-beat photo movement. Anything that includes Paul Sorvino and William Shatner is destined to greatness. This is one reason you gotta love the internet.

Stream of Conscious-piss

Wed, 05/06/2009 - 22:19
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I really just can't help myself when it comes to hot guys taking a leak -- I have to watch, and if I'm lucky, take a quick taste (or not so quick).  Chris Roma isn't much different, although he isn't as inclined to sample the bitter nectar as I am.  To each his own, I suppose.

Here's Chris shooting super-sexy stud Steve Trevor taking a pee-break during the filming of his scene with Buster from City of Men.  Then Chris is at it again filming Matt Denis, also from City of Men.

The last treat is me filming Lobo Al right before we began shooting his upcoming flick, Lobo's Bear Gang Bang, coming out in a few weeks.

City of Men in HD

Fri, 05/01/2009 - 18:16
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Pantheon Productions has just released its first DVD, City of Men, shot in HD and we're really excited about it.  Fellow director and friend Chris Roma shot most of the scenes and he really had a good time with the new quality of the video and the awesome wide-screen format.  He took advantage of the wide screen for some gorgeous San Francisco City views and, of course, gorgeous up close HD HD (High-Def, Hard Dick) views of all the hot daddies in City of Men.

Check out this steaming preview and look for the first HD scene from the Video on HotOlderMale.com next week.  That scene features really fucking sexy Steve Trevor giving it good to furry, hungry bottom Buster in a City hotel room.  It's just one of five hot, hot, hot scenes shot all over San Francisco during International Bear Rendevouz in February of this year.

Click to Watch the XXX Trailer

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JC Carter and His Amazing Cum Shots

Mon, 04/27/2009 - 17:57
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I just had to share this clip from Folsom Daddies of JC Carter stroking his meat after having fucked the hell out of Robert Feldman.  I still think about this hot cum shot when I'm giving myself some late night personal release.  You know, when you can't sleep so you grab the lube and stroke off a nice wet load on your chest.  And if you're like me, you eat it from your hand and chest so you don't have to get out of bed to grab a towel and because it just tastes so damned good.  Oh, the things we single men have to engage in to ensure a proper night's sleep!

I thought about this last night because I was supposed to have a date with this hot and hung Latino boy but went to dinner with a friend first and time and energy got away from me.  Good thing my sexy Latino boy was understanding.  "That's OK, Papi," was his simple answer... 

So I was lying in bed watching the ESPN recap of the NFL draft and all those amazing young black studs popping up on screen (6'5", 235 pounds of muscle) got me to thinking about JC Carter.  Off went ESPN, out came the lube and into my mind popped JC.  I was soon relaxed, the taste of my own cum in my mouth and dropping heavily into a good night's sleep.

Well, anyway here's JC popping off one hell of a load for everyone.  I thought about licking every bit of that load off his belly, chest and cock as I poured a nice warm one out myself last night.  I hope he does the same for you!

Waterbearer

Mon, 04/20/2009 - 22:06
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Some friends had asked me to house sit for a couple of weeks while they went on vacation. I quickly agreed as it got me out of my small apartment and into a better part of town, even if it was only for a short time.

I was also doing some work around the house and had plenty to do while they were away. I was just preparing to hang a new bathroom door when the bell rang. “Who the fuck is this?” I muttered to myself as I went downstairs.

I opened the door to find a deliveryman standing there. And what a deliveryman. He was over six feet tall and I estimated about two hundred pounds of solid bear. His reddish brown hair and beard were in need of a trim. The hair on his neck merged into the heavy pelt covering his chest, visible through the open front of his shirt. His shirt was dark with sweat. I could smell him on the hot July wind that blew in through the door. Jim, the name tag said.

“Can I help you?” I asked, thinking, “I certainly hope so!" " I’ve got your water here,” He replied, in a voice deeper than my own low bass. “Excuse me?” I answered, “Water?” “Yep,” he pointed to the bottles on the ground beside him.

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My Not-So-Secret Crush on Clint Taylor

Sat, 04/18/2009 - 12:35
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Subtlety has never been my strong-suit, nor the ability to hide my feelings.  When I'm happy, I guffaw, angry; I fume and so erotically charged I can't stand it, well, let's just say that a certain part of me makes its presence more than a little obvious.

 

Many men get me going. I have a wide range of sexual interests and types of men who make me wanna sweat on top of them. But I confess - to all who will listen (or are merely in range) - that I hold a special place in my heart, errrr... hole... heart... hole... oh hell, wherever for Clint Taylor.
 

Let me tell you, that man is the sexiest, hottest, most masculine damned fucker I've ever met.  I am, in fact, a little bit shy but Clint, well he practically turns me into a giggling 12 year old girl. 

 

I've worked with Clint on seven movies, as his cameraman and director (most recently Bear Oasis, Frat Pack and B.Y.O.B.), so part of my desire is that he's also unbelievably easy to work with.  Present, rock hard, listens, participates, and shoots huge, milky, drinkable loads on a dime... all the things you want of a model.  Professionalism, respect and a good nature go a long way to making a shoot fly smoothly.

 

But I've worked with many models like that.  Clint, however, brings so much more than just professionalism.


Now for the objectification part of the post:  I've got to start with that handsome, goatee-laden mug of his.  I know I could start a little bit lower on his body but we'll get there, don't worry.  Clint's face is strong and open  - he looks at you, directly at you, and you feel if he looks too long, he will know you and own you.  But he isn't trying to control you.  He is just present, with a big smile or a slight smirk and you know he's thinking the kinds of things you want him to think.

 

Then there's his body -- bearish, for sure, but really just more natural and masculine than anything.  Nothing about him suggests he's trying too hard.  He's beefy and strong, but with a little bit of a belly - the kind you want to feel on your belly as you roll around and kiss and fuck.

 

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Silver Daddy Art by Danny Boy

Wed, 04/15/2009 - 00:57
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I recently found an artist online who knows how to speak my language: that of sexy, furry, masculine (not to mention hung) older men. I managed to get in touch with Danny for an interview for the HOM blog. Danny is a very friendly and intelligent guy. I enjoyed interviewing him almost as much as I enjoy looking at his paintings of hot and hung daddies... almost.

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CR: I understand that you are mostly self-taught. How did you get into painting?
DB: Yes, I am mostly self-taught. I painted for 25 years until I moved to Florida 6 years ago and decided to go to college and get some art training.  The classes were great and did give me new ways of looking at things and the classes also helped me technically.  I got into painting when I moved to Los Angeles from my small town in Louisiana in my mid-twenties.  I saw this big giant art store one day and it fascinated me.  I went in and couldn’t help but buy a few brushes, paints and canvases and started dabbling.  Dabbling in male figures of course.

 

CR: I'm always curious about the process of an artist. How often do you paint? Is it something that you are drawn to doing? 

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Louis CK on Sucking Dick

Tue, 04/14/2009 - 22:08
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Louis CK is one of my favorite comics these days. He's certainly a bit of a Daddy Bear too, although he's only 41. I love his masculine, no-bullshit attitude, and as this clip shows, he's not afraid of talking about sucking dick -- or at least the possibility of it. Wait for it...

 

Redheaded Glory

Mon, 04/13/2009 - 17:30
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My parents got divorced when I was about two. I never really knew my father. All I did know was that he had been a tall, lanky redhead with a mustache. Maybe that was the reason I was always looking for redheads. I was hoping one of them might be my dad. But time after time I was disappointed. Not only were none of them my father but they all had smaller than usual endowments. I kept looking, hoping I might find him. One day I was standing in the darkness of my local video arcade when in walked a tall, lanky, redhead. “Could this be him?” I thought.

He walked past me, heading for the booths with the larger glory holes. I gave him a minute and followed him. Only one booth was in use so it was easy to figure out where he was. I went into the booth next to his and bend over to look through the hole. This pair of booths had a hole so big you could put your head through it. His pants were down around his ankles and his hard cock was already in his hand. His open shirt framed a chest covered in red hair.

My gaze went back to his hard cock. Instead of the usual small dicks all the other redheads I had see had, he had one that was at least eight inches. My mouth began to water. My own hard dick strained against my shorts. I looked up at his face. He wasn’t watching the movie. He was looking at me. Reaching through the hole I took his fur-covered balls in my hand. “Pull on em,” he whispered as his hand slid up and down his dick. I did as he told me and he moved closer to the hole. I released my hold on his balls and ran my hands up over his hairy pecs. He stood there and waved his dick at me. “This what you want, son?” “Yes, sir,” I replied. My dick threatened to rip its way through my shorts. “Then get to it, boy,” he told me, slipping off his shirt.

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