At a joint press conference  in the Universal Hilton Hotel in Los Angeles, Ft. Lauderdale based FabScout Entertainment announced their acquisition of David Forest Entertainment, all of Forest’s websites, business interests and the entire stable of male models he represents. David Forest has managed the top male adult film stars for the past three decades out of his L.A. office.

FabScout, headed by super agent Howard Andrew has become the preeminent full service talent management company within the adult industry and with the Forest business acquisitions, FabScout will now be servicing the adult industry with offices on both coasts. Howard Andrew is a great guy to deal with. He often throws the most amazing benefits like last month’s Palm Springs the pool party for The Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence and another pool party in Ft. Lauderdale for The Pet Project, a South Florida charity that takes care of pets for people who are ill or incapacitated.  FabScouts uber-hot parties are staged with rentboypoolparty.com  and I am packing my bags to jet off to Florida to shoot their dazzling poolside frolic next weekend. Stay tuned for more fabulous rent boy and porn star photos.

  Had these great behind-the-scenes shots from that crazy rentboy.com pool party in Palm Springs.  Somehow they didn’t fit with all the other shots I posted. Sure I had to push through all those horndawgs with cameras to get MY shot, and that was fine. But when I would set up a shot with a model and all these guys pushed past me blocking my shots – oh well it was just a shoot em up wild kind of day. This is what it was like on the other side of the lens.

I spent the last Saturday with a ton of sizzling stud-boys scandalously frolicking in the scorching Palm Springs heat at the rentboypoolparty.com (See the sex shots after the jump). Everyone had an awesome good time at The Helios Resort AIDS fundraiser. Proceeds went to The Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence, who minister to those who are ill in the Palm Springs area. There were horny rent boys and sex-crazed porn stars alternating sweet and nasty both above and below water -playing in Helio’ gorgeous swimming pool.  Studly Nick Capra was giving out tastes to just about anyone who wanted a lick.

I jockeyed for camera positions as scores of hotties strutted their stuff for all the desert horn dawgs who came out to support the benefit. Titan’s six foot, six inch Diesel, a black sex god, made a giant splash, muscles rippling and towering above the rest of us mere mortals. I asked Diesel, how he felt being the only black man being worshiped by so many white men. He thought it was all very cool and told me that he was grateful to Titan and to all his fans and that he felt really fortunate to have been so well received as a mainstream sex star. And Diesel is a a big star in every way and I mean BIG. He has one of the most beautiful bodies I have ever seen. Diesel told me comes from Staten Island but recently moved to Manhattan, in the NYC. As we sat and talked about breaking the color barrier, I found him to be genuinely sweet, bright, well spoken and totally boner-ific.

Some of the generous sponsors of the fund raiser were FabScout Entertainment, Cockyboys.com, GayHotMovies.com and Andrew Christian. INLA, Odyssey and Pulp magazines were the media partners. As the 115 degree heat built, the bar got busier and the boys got wilder. That’s when I got some of the best shots of my life. Brandon Baker, who organized the pool party wanted me to remind every one to check out their web site for upcoming pool parties. If you are lucky enough to be near Ft Lauderdale or Pittsburgh, PA. There is a rentboypoolparty coming at you.

THIS KILLLER ON-LINE ZINE WROTE A WAY COOL INTERVIEW ABOUT MY LIFE IN PORN. IT’S GOT GREAT DICK SHOTS…AND LOTS OF DISHY BEHIND THE SCENES STUFF TOO. IT’S A FAST AND FUN READ SO CHECK IT OUT. HERE’S THE LINK, OR YOU CAN GO TO THEIR SITE HOTSAPIEN.COM

http://www.hotsapien.com/hotsapienmag/8maat/index.php?view=article&catid=24%3Ainterviews-2008&id=91%3Aphil-st-john&option=com_content&Itemid=87&showall=1 

We get off the plane and check into our hotel.  It’s late, after dark, and my ass is jet-lagging, but I’m wanting to scope out the Saturday night club boys.  So we cab it to BANANA 9, the coolster Prague gay spot.

Out of the cab and onto the streets. Hot boys clog the narrow alley in front of the bar.  Two blond, swanked-up babes with pointy tits, cozy up to us, wanting to date.  I yell to Vlad, my investor, to hold onto his wallet as we try to pry loose of these women. Glued pussies sucker onto our crotches, these girls are octopus hands all over ourbodies. We make our escape into the club – but BANANA 9 is now a straight bar.

The bouncer writes down the name of the new trendy gay boozerie and we’re off in another taxi to GAY Z. Six bucks to get in scores us drink tickets for two watered-down banana margueritas.

We’re well dressed and foreign, so we have lots of smiling new friends. I introduce Vlad to all the young guys who are eating us up with hungry dollar-sign eyes and thick bulges in their pants.

Fuck it. I’m jet lagged so I cop a twenty dollar trick and give Vlad my wallet to hold while I spin the Czech boy into the men’s room and lock the door to the shitter.

Hot kisses. Cool lips around my dick.  Tight, sweaty bodies press together.  Jet lag go away – Make me shoot hot gism all over the cold tile wall.

Then another cheapo marguerita and I’m ready for a tall one; Czech; dark eyes; blond hair; thick and uncut. Another twenty dollars and I’m spent.  Fucking jet lag go away.

The fog shoots out onto the dance floor and I shake my ass with the two boys that took my dick and gave me steamy hot ‘n crazy kisses. We dance to Madonna, what else? Prague seems mad for all things American, including me.

Oiled, muscled-up, with pink velour short-shorts; the near-naked waiterstud serves up rosy-red-rectum slices of watermelon from a silver tray.  Three valiums; then sleep.  Jet lag goes away.

Sunday Morning our first day in Prague. We’re off to the casting agent who’s got fifty models corralled in three rooms in various states of dress, undress, arousal, erect and can’t-get-it-up.

I write their names down on giant cards, that they hold up to their faces.  Then its the full-body-hard-on-shot; a sit-down-big-dick-low-angle; the ass shot and then their close-ups.  Smile please. Are you active or passive?  Shoot ‘em up. All of them are lookers. Eighteen, nineteen and twenty year-old, creamy skin guys, some are sweet, others force up a sour Slavic smile for my camera…what a job.

LOCATION SCOUTING

As we leave Prague, the rolling green hills give way to big sweaty puddles chockablock with ducks and great white swans.  We drive two hundred kilometers south and fairy castles dot the fertile countryside.  I imagine only Ireland can be this green.  Little valleys shrouded in tulle fog cuddle Baroque church steeples sticking through the tiny clouds. We pick up Rastya, a twenty-eight year old blue-eyed god, who is our location scout and we’re off to the first lake.  Big phallic bull rushes poke out of the river banks, perfect for the canoeing scene we are planning to shoot.  As we make our way to the second lake, Rastya looses us in the dense forest under brush.  A light drizzle has brought out the glistening greens of fresh lichens and unfortunately, hordes of Mosquitoes. Two hours later we find our car. Then it’s off to one of the most  magical lakes I have ever seen, with blue green alpine water, brilliant emerald pine forests and white sand beach where will we stage a sex scene and a frolic-chase sequence through the luscious pine trees.
 
A cold, dark front has settled over Eastern Europe. We had been hoping the weather would clear, but can not wait any longer.  We had to shoot our first scene yesterday.  We rented a special sunlight and shot in a deep green forest, in the White Mountains on the Polish border,  a few hours north of Prague.

Originally we had cast two blonds, who looked like brothers, and had them in for hair coloring to get even blonder and to match up their looks. They were smashing. But the bottom decided he no longer wanted to bottom, so we had to sub in a hunky twenty-two year old Czech policeman as the new passive.  He looks at straight porn to keep it hard while he takes it up the ass, go figure.  Because everyone here grew up in a communist-atheist society, sexual identity seems free wheeling and without artificial religious taboos.

The young, cop-stud plays a country boy who gets lost in the forest He meets a hard muscled, fair-haired woodsman, who offers to help him find his way. Instead, the big blond, takes him up a mountain slope and makes love to him against a mossy green countryscape.

The sex is fiery, yet sweet. The scene beguiling. We shoot, then climb; shoot and climb higher. No Hollywood divas here; the models are helpful and they hump all the equipment to the mountain’s top.

When a light drizzle sprays the forest, we have to tuck the cameras under umbrellas; the  showers turning the scene a glossy green; slick with rain and dew.

Our second shoot was yesterday. Tadeusz, my sweet, muscled, cover-boy, is like a big cuddly Ken Doll. He lifts his arms and waits for me to dress and undress him as we try on different costumes. I feel like his dad, and as I trim his body hair, we bond.  

Oh my god. Tadeusz has the most magnificent ass I have ever, seen – truly one of the wonders of Eastern Europe.  Watchinghim get fucked Instantly turns my dick rock hard, something that never, ever happens on a shoot. 

Today we are trying to schedule all the talent for the rest of the shooting days.   We are seeing a different land than most travelers experience in the Czech Republic;  exotic, iconic country locations, deserted Russian Military bases and lots of secret porno places – Czech style.

The work is hard, but good. I am shooting both stills and video. I pray for sun to turn this mythic landscape gold and right the light, here and now, in the fading days of the Czech summer.

I will never, ever make a gay porn bare backing movie – though I have often been approached to do so.  Making bare backing films is a personal choice and it is my right not to make  one – no matter how much money I am offered.

I am not alone in my feelings about bare backing.  Chi Chi La Rue at Channel1releasing has just made a wonderfully directed video against bare backing. (Go to: safesexishotsex.com.) Its is skillfully shot and edited, a way cool MTV-like piece and  she gets an A+ in my book for being a role model to her audience. Bruce Cam and Keith Webb over at Titan Films have also come down hard against Bare Backing, and I salute them, too. Kudos to JCAdams and Will Clark and so many others who have spoken out against bare backing.

AIDS has tortured our planet but also has humanized it with a potent gay civil rights movement. But do our new-found civil rights include the right to spread the disease to models who inject the virus into the ‘gaping anus’ of young porn stars? I applaud Chi Chi La Rue, Bruce Cam and Keith Webb for their bold anti-AIDS/anti-bareback position at the David Awards. Those of us who were making porn back in the pre-condom days have seen the AIDS deaths of most of the stars of that era.

In the late 1980s, I put down my porn camera and started making documentaries about AIDS. I was jailed in Houston with many ACT UP activists who joined me to protest the first George Bush Republican government’s wish for our quick demise. While in Houston’s Harris County Jail, on TV I saw Pat Buchanan, from the Republican convention floor, calling for a moral cleansing of our country. To me that meant ‘get rid of the AIDS fags and their perverted ways’.

Many of my friends were sick; many of my lovers were dead or dying. I know very few porn stars who survived those days. Is making more money worth the death of those who perform in our films? How many more gay boys need to die? How can I look at myself in the mirror in the morning if the night before I directed some young guy to shoot his viral load into another boy’s ass?

To many it is just gay product – a lucrative niche. To me it is a matter of life and death. Condoms save lives.

Act up! Fight back! Fight AIDS!

Masked, unmasked and masked again. I just came across this great production still of Michael Brandon from GETTING IT AT THE RAVE. I also cast Michael in DOUBLE DELIGHTS and WAY BELOW THE BELT, my two all-DP movies. Michael is a big star …and I mean big! I always say, “The bigger the dick , the bigger the porn star, the bigger the movie.” Michael has a whopper. Over 10 inches and way, way thick. Just the way I like my tops to be. Yep, Michael is a major talent. Here he is with super-pig-bottom Chris Young, who I discovered, named and cast in his debut film, SKATEBOARD SLIDERS. In GETTING IT AT THE RAVE, Chris got gang banged by 21 randy raver dudes, than Michael Brandon and Kid Cock doubled fucked him. KID COCK is a mutant-hung top with ten thick inches. So between Michael Brandon and the Kid, Chris had over twenty thick inches of stud meat pounding his boy pussy. After all that dick, piggy CHRIS just wanted more. I love GETTING IT AT THE RAVE. The sex is off-the-hook filthy and nasty and the sets and raver boy costumes are some of my best. A famous French fashion designer, who is a total gay-porn-horn-dog (I promised never to tell who) gave me some amazing costumes. Michael Brandon was done almost head to toe in wild aborigine body make-up. Here is is during a break in the double penetration scene, his make-up smeared all over Chris who of course just wanted to horny up and start filming again so his sweet, hot hole could be getting stuffed with more fat dicks. I love Michael Brandon. He was always hot and hard and ready to shoot whatever I asked him to do.

The few times I had a problem with my N ring triggering a metal detector, I’d tell the TSA agent, “It’s a nipple ring” and that would be the end of it. But last month, on a trip to Buenos Aires, I slipped my watch, house keys, all my bling and loose change into a zip-lock bag that I put into my carry-on. For some reason, as I passed through the metal detector, it kept going off. After my third try, the phrase “Male assist!” loudly bellowed around me. It took ten minutes to get a TSA agent to wand me, while I waited, without shoes, corralled in a type of holding pen. As I stood there in out the open, the agent kept touching my torso, my ass-crack – my entire body – with both his hands and his wand. It was a kind of Sexual Terrorism. He squeezed and tugged at my nipple with his fingers. The ring continued setting off the wand each time he dug it into me and his intense physical manipulation and stimulation of my nipple ring was not only embarrassing but physically and sexually disconcerting. Finally, he let me go. What kind of idiot could think I or Mandi Hamlin could hijack a jet with a nipple ring? And what kind of idiocracy would hire him?