GAY PORN IN PRAGUE

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.

 

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