Sometimes I make porn and stuff. Sometimes I just ramble.
We took this Christmas photo just for you.
It was shot a few minutes before we shot the first ever Ladyboy bukkake scene. That’s right, each and every one of these sexy ladyboys dropped their load on the face of one lucky ladyboy, the one sitting in the very middle of it all.
13 ladyboys in all.
Of course, it didn’t go down as smooth as we would have liked it to, but we did get a scene out of it.
Merry Christmas!
This is a man made pussy.
Now poke your eyes out and just maybe you can forget what you have seen here.
Or… get on a plane and fly 24 hours to bang out a hot post-op ladyboy.
Sorry.
Transsexuals often take hormones and this can cause them to have soft cocks. Normally that is not an issue, but when you’re shooting porn, you need a hard cock.
It’s a good thing we have Hicks around to fluff them.
This pic is a snapshot of Hicks doing what he does best. But in this case, nothing was going to get this little ladyboy hard. She was the little ladyboy who thought she could.
She flat out lied to me about being able to get hard and had nothing but a limp baby dick the entire time. It was a wasted time and wasted money, as I make it a point to sell ladyboy porn where all of the ladyboys have hard cocks.
At least Hicks got to suck some dick. After this shoot we went to see King Kong. Made me forget all about limp ladyboy cocks for 3 hours.
As predicted, things got way out of hand over here. Hicks was skull fucked by a Ladyboy tonight. I’m not sure where to go from here.
You never know what is going to happen on a shoot. Usually they go somewhat as planned. Sometimes they don’t. And sometimes you are given little gifts that make it all worthwhile.
Today I was given a small gift.
We were filming a ladyboy bukkake scene (the first ever I believe) and I took my eye off the camera and scene for just a moment to make sure I was not going to step on something I didn’t want to step on, and I saw what you see in the photo.
This was totally unexpected and the last time I saw him, he was fully dressed in the other room.
Good laughs.
What a night last night. I had two Thai hookers sucking me off in the blow job bar and drained every drop of nut from my balls. It was incredible.
After the BJs, we headed to Nana Plaza where we met a ladyboy named Nadia who has a 10 inch cock. For a Brazilian that may be the norm but for an Asian transsexual, it is just insane. It is bat shit crazy. Notice there are 4 hands on it and the head still pops out of the top! And yes, both the small ladyboy and the guy took it in the ass until they bled.
It is true that we learn something new every day.
Today I learned that when shemales take hormones, they can produce milk from their tits just like a genetically born woman.
My simple meat and potatoes mind is having a hard time digesting this one.
Ok, so it’s true. I have fallen in love with a ladyboy and her name is Eye.
It was love at first site.
And once she wrapped her warm lips around my throbbing cock, I was shouting out my ATM pin number.
She had me at “Sawadee Kha” and now she will be adding me to her list of boyfriends who send her money every month via Western Union, but she says I’m her number one boyfriend, and I believe her.
From this day forward, Hicks will be known as “Hurricane Hicks.”
Then gave him a slogan… “Hurricane Hicks, Suckin’ Dicks!”
Then he then punched me in the eye and now it’s almost swollen shut. Yea, really.
So as I sit here and type with one good eye, I thought I would post a photo from today.
I went to LA over the weekend to meet up with Third World Media regarding some internet projects and found myself in a peep show booth on my last night at 12am somewhere in Hollywood.
I had a small argument with my traveling partner and went out for a drive. A peep show found me.
So here I am in this stroke booth, watching some great POV Latin scene, pants around my ankles but not on the ground because I don’t want some other dudes cum on my jeans, cock is in hand, and I’m jacking it like my life depended on it.
It was perfect timing when I blew my load because the POV guy shot his at the same time. Yet another reason I love POV videos. I can be that dude. I love it! Simple but brilliant concept. Big thanks to whoever came up with this.
I’m now dressed and back in the mini van rental where I start thinking about a trip to New Jersey with one of my buddies. We went out drinking and, well, he drank and I watched because one of us had to drive. So this guy gets shit faced drunk and while we are on the way back to the hotel we spot a peep show and he wants to stop. We go in, he goes off to do his thing in a booth.
10 minutes later I heard someone fall and make a lot noise. I’m up front with the clerk and it was loud so we both head to the back to see what was going on. Inside my gut I knew it was my friend, but I had to see for myself.
Low and behold we go to the booth (the kind with no door) to find my friend PASSED OUT COLD with his pants around his ankles laying on the floor. A peep show booth floor. Guys… you know what I mean when I say that is the last place on earth you want to fall down. The clerk asks if he was my friend and like a fool I say yes so he kicks us out and threatens to call the police. Not only did I have to pick his sorry ass up off the floor, I had to pull his pants up and take his cum covered body to the car. Un-fucking-real.
It was one of the worst nights in the history of bad nights. In retrospect I should have left his drunk ass for the cops.
I later somewhat got him back when I vomited about 10 times in his new car from mixing my liquors, but that is another story saved for another time. And for the record, we have officially voted that the worst job on the planet is the guy who mops the cum covered floors of these filthy places.
You know you have hit rock bottom when your cleaning up another mans spunk for a living. If that is what you do for a living, you need to aim a little higher. Your job sucks. I’d still kick it with ya, but you have the worst job in the world.
These guys work fast. I’m just home a few days and still wiping the shit from my pants from the police raid and they sent me the cover already of Pretty Little Latinas 32.
Sweet!
This video line is one of the hottest Latin lines out there IMHO, mostly shot in Brazil until now. We are very happy to be part of this series and take it to new countries.
We’re thinking about hitting Peru next. Gotta consult with Kincade and see what the great Oracle says. Or maybe we’ll just stick to Asia for a while.
This DVD hits the streets in 3 weeks, make sure you pick it up so our arrest was not in vain.
You can order direct by hitting them up here: Third World Media
I knew this was going to happen the moment we met that little fucking Pimp kid. Even while trying to do the right thing and not work with him, the little fucker showed up the next day at our hotel with a few girls (who were over 18) in an attempt to pimp them out. Apparently he knew the taxi driver we were using and he brought that little fucker right back to us.
Here is a rough play by play of what happened.
At around 7:30am someone was knocking on my door. I’m naked, dazed and pissed off, but I get, turn on a light, wrap a towel around my bottom and walk over to open the hotel door. The moment I cracked it open, the force from the other side pushed it open as fast as they could. Within an instant, I was on the ground with what feels like boots on my neck, arms and legs, rendering me totally unmovable. There was fast, loud shouting in Spanish and I could see the barrels of a few large machine guns pointing at my head. Oh… my… God. I’m I being kidnapped? Is this the police? Am I going to die? All thoughts racing through my mind at a million miles a second. I came as close to shitting in my pants as a person can get, without actually shitting in their pants.
Colombian police raided our two hotel rooms SWAT style. About 20 military police and 5 or 6 more plain clothed special agents woke us up and turned our rooms upside down. Every pocket, every bag and every pillow case was checked as well as our computers and all our mini DVs that we had been shooting on.
During the process, we had no idea what was going on. After they slowed their speech down, I was able to understand they were there for the pornos and they left it at that.
We had two rooms, Derrick and I in one room, Kincade and Sand in the other. All the gear and mini DVs were in Kincade’s room, and the computer was in my room.
About 20 minutes after the raid on my room the phone rings. It’s kincade.
Kincade: Dude, are the police in your room?
Me: Yup.
Kincade: We’re fucked man.
Me: Did they find the camera?
Kincade: Yup. But they can’t figure out how to turn it on.
Me: Good, don’t show them. They will never figure it out.
Kincade: OK. You know Sand has weed, right?
Me: I do now. Yea, we’re fucked.
Kincade: I’ll call you back.
Me: OK, keep your cool. We’ll work through this.
20 minutes later my phone rings again.
Kincade: Dude, they figured out the camera and are watching the movies.
Me: Fuck!
Kincade: No worries though, the weed is hidden.
Me: OK, check back later.
About 30 minutes later, the phone rings yet again.
Kincade: They found the weed.
Me: That’s the good news I was looking for.
Kincade: See you at the jail boss.
Me: Yup.
After spending a few hours in the room, we were taken to a holding cell at the station.
We spent the next three days there. It was the longest three days of my life. No word of what the charges were. No phone calls allowed. No nothing.
On the last day, they come to the cell, open the door and tell us we are free to go. WTF!?!?
As it turns out, Colombia has a huge problem with pedophiles and people shooting child porn. When the pimp showed up at our hotel uninvited, the manager called the police as I’m sure it looked suspicious why a boy was coming to our hotel room with girls, who even though were over 18, they looked young.
The police came for us thinking we were fucking with kids. Of course we were not but they didn’t know that. They did a full investigation that took three days to confirm we were only shooting porn with legal models. Once they knew we were legit and their investigation was complete, they let us go but kept our gear. I was told we will get it back later but I’m not going to hold my breath on that one. Truth be told, I could care less, I have my freedom. The police didn’t give a shit about the weed, but kept it anyway.
I thought we were locked with the key tossed away, but they later said they could care less about the girls we had shot as long as they were of legal age. They were only there looking for pedophiles or child pornographers, which we are not, so we were free. They said shooting legal models there was not a problem, but I’ve had my fair share of fun in Cali, Colombia and it’s time to move on.
As we walk out of the station, Kincade turns to me and says, “where to now boss?” I didn’t know if he was just that hardcore or if he didn’t really fully understand the situation we were in. Either way, he’s a fucking Storm Trooper.
This was the 2nd most scary moment of my life. The 1st was in Venezuela a few years ago with my brother when we were taken off a bus in the Andes mountains (on the Colombia / Venezuela border) at gun point by guerrillas. They took all the men off the bus, lined us up and pointed guns at us while the leader checked our documents. It was without a doubt a shit your pants moment. In the end they let us all go but until we were put back on the bus, I thought death was just around the corner.
I think I’m going to check Colombia off my list of countries to shoot in. Eh, maybe not. What are the odds of this happening again? Right?
Derrick just flew in and we have been on the grind looking for a few DVD “box cover” type girls to shoot. We ended up by mistake in this scary, and I mean SCARY town about an hour or so out of the city where it is 100% black people. I’m talking purple blacks left over from the slave days. It wasn’t scary because it was full of blacks, it was scary because… well, it was dark and you couldn’t see them in the shadows, but you knew they were there looking at us because we were probably the only non-blacks to enter this little town in 50 years. I’d bet most of them have never even seen a white guy, until now.
Then they started surrounding us as if we had fallen from the sky. It was very creepy and a bit scary. As far as we knew, they were cannibals and dinner was just delivered.
We were told about a small bar in town where the whores were so off we went to do what we do. We pulled up to the place and I shit you not the translation of the name meant “The Little Monkeys.” Now, I don’t care who you are, that’s funny. How is anyone going to name a bar in a 100% black town anything to do with monkeys? That’s so wrong you can’t help but laugh. You can bet if there was a white man who came through this town before us, he owns that bar.
Anyhoo… it was time to move on and we got about 10 minutes outside of this little black town and was pulled over by the military police for a random check. Here in Colombia they do this all the time but tonight it was a small unit (10 – 15 guys) with HUGE machine guns, full camouflage outfits and war like face paint. It was very intimidating. This was our 3rd shake down in 3 days so we knew the drill… out of the car slowly, smile, they search you then the car, check your ID and your on the way. Only this time, dip shit Derrick didn’t have any ID on him so you can guess what happened next.
The military police told him it was illegal to travel without it within the country, and it is. They said he had to stay there while I went to get the passport. If I did not come back with it, he was going to jail. Being the smart gringo that I was I tried to bribe the main guy and all hell broke loose as I offended him. We later found out that this hard ass loves his job and has spent the last 17 years (count ‘em) living IN THE JUNGLE fighting militant groups and drug lords. He claims was one of the guys who brought down Pablo Escobar and has also trained in the USA with the Green Berets. 100% total bad ass, and I pissed him off. He could have killed me with his stare alone. In fact, I’d wager a lot of money that this dude could beat the shit out of Chuck Norris with one hand tied behind his back. Yea, he’s that big of a bad ass. At least he looks like one and talks the talk.
So after Sand cooled him down I was off to get the passport and it all worked out fine. 2 hours later we were off to the next town a little shaken from these guys. I don’t frighten easy and I was scared.
Once we got to the next small town we were in search of this Pimp everyone was telling us about. Word on the street is that this cat has the line on all the girls on town and was THE MAN to talk to. After an hour of searching for him, we found him. This “pimp” was only 15 years old and gay. This little boy was a fucking Pimp!!! Unreal. After we confirmed his girls were over the age of 18, I was still a little nervous about dealing with this dude, and went against my gut feeling, and off we went. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Regardless of what he said about his girls being over 18, he took us to meet about 20 girls and all but 2 were underage, some as young as 13. It was sad and heartbreaking to see such young girls for sale. We told him they all needed to be 18 and above, but there is no talking to a pimp of any age it seems. They never listen. Kids pimping kids… what has the world come to?
Apparently this town, which will go unnamed for obvious reasons, is the mecca for child prostitution and a 15 year old gay kid runs it all. Just when you think you have seen and heard it all, something like this comes along and leaves you speechless. When I was 15 I was skateboarding and jacking off in the basement of my parents house while looking at the Sears Catalog bra section. I can’t fathom running whores at that age. So sad.
Knowing the potential for a dangerous situation, we humored the guy for a little while and then went on our way. There are some things I will not be a part of and this is one of them.
Sadly, all of us in the industry deal with pimps for talent some time or another. It may be the person running the “model agency”, a boyfriend or sometimes a real pimp that owns the girls and controls their every move. No, I’m not talking about Tera Patrick’s husband Evan (who’s a pretty decent guy), I’m talking about REAL PIMPS, not wanna be pimps. I’m talking about Pimps that will smack the taste out of your mouth and shank you if you cross him.
Now we’re in Cali, Colombia and in a few hours I am meeting with a Colombian pimp to see his selection of girls. If I am lucky 2 or 3 of them will be cute enough to shoot and this pimp will not become a pain in my ass and cause problems. Many of the guys running girls in this city are also connected with a drug cartel so it’s one of those delicate situations where you don’t want to find yourself stepping on any shoes or you very well may end up floating in a river somewhere. Hey, this is Colombia, shit like that happens.
I have dealt with pimps all over the world at one time or another and nothing makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up more than the Pimps here. Some of them are just down right scary. I don’t like guns and don’t I like guys who will use them on me even more. Maybe I should just send Sand and Kincade to deal with this guy today. What’s the worst that could happen? Heh.
Yea, I’m scum. I know. Being a “good guy” didn’t pay the bills.
I love to eat almost as much as I love to fuck. Almost. Not just any food that you put in front of me, but BAD food. Chocolate, pizza, French fries, ice cream… pretty much everything that will give me a heart attack.
For the past 4 weeks I have been living on shit food. Mostly pizza and chocolate bars because the food in Colombia is just horrible. You can only eat so much chicken and beef before you snap. The smell of these two meats make me want to vomit right now. I have eaten at least 100 birds and a few cows on this trip, I’m sure of it.
Maybe goat meat is the answer? I started drinking warm goat milk the other day it to be honest with you, it wasn’t that bad. Kind of thick, but really not bad. That reminds me, we have been trying to get Kincade to drink cow milk straight from the tit for a case of beer. That fucker will do just about anything for beer but for some reason he wont suck a cows tit. Go figure.
I hear there is a waffle restaurant somewhere in the city and that’s going to be my mission for today. A Belgium waffle with ice cream and strawberries on it. I’ve got 83% wood just thinking about it.
Maybe it’s time to become a vegetarian.
After having such a bad run of luck with the T-girls, we took a couple of days off and did some sight seeing. We wanted to get as far away from city people and chaos as possible, so after 5 military check-points and a few hours of driving, we were deep into the mountains in a sleepy mountain town that was freezing cold and drizzling rain. Cobble stone roads, small buildings and no white people. It was perfect.
We picked up some new threads today to blend in with the locals. Now we are so fly we can’t keep the mountain bitches off of us.
If you have ever worked with T-Girls before, you may think many of them are a pain in the ass. Trust me, you do not know what a pain in the ass is until you have tried to work with a Colombian transsexual. There is a reason you see very few Colombian trannies showing up in DVDs and online. The smarter producer bypass these whack jobs and head to Brazil and Argentina, and truth be told, Brazil is full of nut job trannies as well but I’ve never seen anything like the fuck-ups we’ve encountered here.
It took us a long time to find guys insane enough to raw dog these T-Girls and now when I try to make the shoot happen, these fucking hormone unbalanced people go out of their way to mess it all up. I find guys to fuck them, I scout and find the T-girls, I round them all up and get them to the clinic so they can test for HIV (they all pass), and then when it comes time to shoot, they ALL flake in one form or another.
Even scouting them was a hassle. We had a brick thrown at our car, had a knife pulled on us, Kincade got punched. It’s been a cluster fuck just trying to talk to them.
Today was shoot #3 with a T-girl, the first two fell apart when they were a no show. At least this one showed up, but came 3 hours late and forgot her ID. I gave her taxi money (bad idea) to go back to her house and get it and we never saw her again. Her phone was turned off and the taxi money spent. Probably drugs. The crazy thing is that she does have an ID because we saw it when we first met.
It’s a shame I am not able to get these girls shot because some of them are stunning. 100% passable. A few Cuba Libres and you would never know the difference. Hell, even totally sober you probably wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. They are hot, no doubt about it.
Thanks for the emails guys, I appreciate it. As you requested, here’s more pics of some of the whores we shot.
Enjoy!
You just never know what your going to find walking along the streets in Colombia in the middle of the night.
This naked crack head was just walking around as if everything was normal. Though, looking back, perhaps everything was normal and we were the ones out of place. Now that I think about it, we should have shot this cracked out whore just for the sake of… shit, I dunno, for the sake of shooting something fucked up.
On second though, this was probably a very bad area for us to be roaming around in. We’re probably lucky we were not robbed, killed or kidnapped.
Coming soon to BlackVaginaFinder.com. WARNING – only click that link if you’re down to see some of the nastiest hoes ever captured on film.
As you sit in the comforts of your room, maybe even thinking about the homeless people or crack heads where you live, can you think of any reason why this nut job would not only be naked, but so fucking dirty on top of it? I bet she hasn’t worn clothes in months. How can you just walk the streets naked and dirty like this in any country? How do you just lay down naked on the street and go to sleep? Madness. Makes you wonder what’s going through her mind, if anything at all.