Every May, they descend upon Chicago: the hungry, the sexually adventurous, the curiously twisted, the leather-clad. Yes, I'm talking about the International Mr. Leather Competition, our fair city's nod to the kinky and the fetishistic.
This year, a group of horny, hearty sexual adventurers embarked eastward from San Francisco to Chicago's own IML with a purpose in mind, which was to not only engage in a cum-infested gang bang orgy, but to record that orgy on disc and tape for posterity and profit.
Treasure Island Media, a new bareback video production company, headed up by the very friendly and very blood-engorged Mr. Paul Morris (along with his erstwhile sidekick, Mr. Damon Dogg), had the ... um … tools at hand to produce one of the hottest male videos ever to emerge from the confines of the Windy City: Riding Billy Wild, A Cum-Junkie's Gang Bang in Chicago.
The seed, if you will, for this video, came from Mr. Wild himself, a hirsute, lean, and handsome slut puppy from the City by the Bay, who offered to pay to have Treasure Island Media record his adventures. Quicker than you can say, 'I'm cummin' up your ass!' cameras were in place, and a long line of known and unknown quantities were queuing up for a crack at Billy's crack.
The result is a film that is almost relentless in its depiction of male-to-male bareback action (this article, by the way, is not about the pros or cons of gay bareback sex; we're all big boys and know the risks …). I watched it with eyes glazed over and a tightness in my nether regions that just wouldn't go away. I lost count of the scores of men who took control of Billy's ass and mouth, one after the other.
Heavens! What does one do for an encore? Local men (such as the recently-profiled-in-this-column Lee Clifford), unknown men, men who didn't want their faces shown and sexual superstars such as Matt Sizemore and Will West all 'came' together to make an explosive record of an insatiable bottom's attempts to get sated. Those looking for a story or a moral in Riding Billy Wild will be disappointed. This flick is just fucking and sucking and cum … nothing more, nothing less.
The last scene in Riding Billy Wild, however, has nothing to do with Billy and everything to do with Treasure Island Media's own Damon Dogg's visit to a local and raunchy leather watering hole. Thanks to the magic of night vision technology, we get to see Mr. Dogg on his knees in the backroom, begging for cum … he even offers to buy the owner of one large organ a shot for a shot, if you get my drift.
All in all, the men from San Francisco (and the ones here, too) came away from the experience satisfied.
You can satisfy yourself vicariously when you order the film from Treasure Island Media (visit them at www.treasureislandmedia.com ). Next week, I'll talk with owner of Treasure Island Media, Paul Morris, so you can get the inside scoop on Riding Billy Wild.
E-mail me at Jimmyfels@yahoo.com .
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