Devon Hunter

Quite some time back, I did an interview with former Titan Man, Josh O’Hara. Since that time he and I have become good friends, and I enjoy seeing him every visit to San Francisco. He’s a beautiful man, but I think we as a community should start distinguishing what we mean by that. When I say Josh is beautiful, it is because he is as kind, good, and intelligent as he is handsome. Here is a poem he wrote (some of the imagery of which reminds me of my Valentine haiku from February, 2010). I love it, and I hope you do, too.

“In Winter”
by Josh O’Hara

In winter,
there will be no children passing from my door
to play in the hinterland of the summer stricken fields.

The dandelions will continue-

as they have for centuries,

to slumber on hilltops

while

winds rage through a cold,

and wild Nantucket.

Summer is a fable here.

While calmly,

I contemplate the rising heat from your skin
that swirls into the glacial sky.

I am struck by the beauty that is you

and

I can begin to imagine
what it would be like:

To hold your hand through an Indian Summer.

Bending low. Leaning low.
Though not breaking-

Yet, falling still-

my petals

scatter with the wind

Casting me into the wilderness

Of you.

Hi Devon,

Regards,
Vince

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Hi Vince,

For your first anal session to go well, you should first look at the process for preparing to be the receptive partner. I wrote an entry about this that you can read by clicking here. That will take care of the internal hygiene, but here are what I consider to be the three important ingredients once you’ve prepped: 1) patience/sensitivity, 2) lube, 3) condoms.

I don’t want to scare you, and I hope you will see the humor in this, but I once saw a bumper sticker that said, “It only hurts the first 19 times.” Anal sex is INTENSE. I don’t suggest you both trying to be penetrated the same day. If you both want to experiment with being fucked, I suggest doing it on separate days. I say this, because whoever is getting penetrated is going to need a lot of time. You will need your boyfriend to go extraordinarily slow. Seriously: Every centimeter will feel like a foot at first. Even with relaxation, love, curiosity, and lust goading you on, you will need several minutes just to get him inside you (and then you’ll probably want him to be completely still for a while as you relax more deeply). To ease this process, he should first very thoroughly eat your ass for an extended amount of time, then gently and gradually finger fuck you with one finger and then two (keep the fingernails clipped short and with smooth edges, so the nails don’t tear your delicates!). Once you have relaxed a bit you can graduate up to getting the tip of his cock in; however, his prick is going to feel 10 times fatter than his fingers, so go slow!

Second, you can never have enough lube when you’re beginning. Well, yes, you can, but it won’t seem like it at first. As you get more experienced you will do more with less; however, at first you will want to keep your boyfriend freshly slicked up (and given how slowly he’ll be pushing into you, it’s okay to expect him to freshen the lube a little with each little nudge deeper inside you). It will be intense, but if you can you need to let him move inside you a little to maintain his erection. If he sits too still for too long with your bear trap clamping down on him in a death grip, he will probably deflate and all this will be for naught.

Lastly, you should use condoms. I know you’ve been with him for a while, but one of the most common ways of getting HIV is from “monogamous partners.” If you reject this emotionally or intellectually, or if your spirit is somehow reviled at the thought of not trusting your boyfriend, then consider this alternative, which will keep his dick naked and free to move about without restriction: Female condoms are pushed inside you by your partner’s penis, then stay in place as he moves in and out of you. It won’t look very cute with the opening of the condom hanging out of your booty, but it provides protection while not sheathing your boyfriend’s cock in a standard male condom (which may kill his erection if he’s never felt the type of squeezing condoms tend to apply at the base of the penis).

So, set aside at least a few hours of play time, get a brand new bottle of lube, keep the protection handy, and have a good time!

Regards,
Devon

At the end of June, 2010 I gave a substantial interview to Jayson for his podcast. He interviews a variety of people, and I just happen to be one of the porn models he has interviewed. Jayson has a wide variety of conversations with many interesting people, and I would definitely encourage you to visit his site and peruse the archived conversations. I particularly enjoy the way Jayson injects witty, gay humor into EVERYTHING. He really is wonderful to talk to.

If you have 30 minutes (and the requisite interest in anything I would blab about), I suggest you listen to our conversation. We discussed so many different topics (in no particular order): Stripping, male and female poles, and the economy; DC FUK!T and safe sex; sexual objectification vs. dehumanization; spirituality and guilt; desperation; dating; pricing yourself as an escort; instinct vs. advice; and the list goes on and on. (Which reminds me: One of the very first blog entries I ever wrote came up in this conversation: Your Dollar is Worth About 88 Cents to Me)

I was speaking without a microphone close to my mouth, so I apologize if there are a few moments when Skype had trouble picking up my voice. Other than that, however, I feel that Jayson did a great job of asking a variety of pertinent questions. I welcome any responses here, and I’m sure Jayson wouldn’t mind if you stalked him.

Click here: Cock-2-Go Interview with Devon Hunter

An acquaintance I’ve had for some years and who has always been attracted to me has just set up an appointment. His boyfriend hurt him and they broke up, and he needs to splurge on himself. And he has chosen to do that with me. He says I have always turned him on, and that I’ve always been kind to him. So when he was trying to figure out what to do to pamper himself, I came immediately to mind.

I am going to cook dinner for him afterward. He needs to be taken care of, and having known him for five years, I can honestly say that I am happy to do it for him. He is a good soul, and I want him to feel better.

For me there is no issue doing an appointment with him, though he is nervous it will change our interaction. I have not spent much time with him in person, and so I believe he is over-thinking all this. At any rate, I’ve never been hired by someone whom I knew personally before my foray into this life. I’m rather intrigued by it!

I just want him to feel better.

EDIT:

He just left. All we did was talk and hold hands. It’s what he needed, and I’m glad he trusted me with some of what he was sharing for the first time with anyone in his life.

Okay, a little background about what’s going on lately. I’ve been pretty open about being an escort with just about everyone. I tend to treat it the way Madonna did when pictures of her came out in Penthouse way back in 1985. Her response was something on the order of, “Yeah. And?” It kinda killed that particular controversy.

I didn’t become an escort to shock people. In fact that has nothing to do with it at all. I embraced it knowing it would be controversial, but I didn’t make the choice for controversy’s sake. And it’s a good thing, too: No one I’ve met thus far has been particularly shocked. Not that I’m disappointed, but it’s rather surprising. Family, potential partners, friends, and readers all have the same response: “Okay, just be careful. I’m not gonna judge you.”

This is fabulous on the one hand, but it raises a question on the other: Have we, on some level at least, moved into the post-controversy era? Have so many people been exposed as adult video models and exotic dancers on American Idol that no one cares anymore? Did reality TV finally drive the first nail into the coffin of prudence/prurience? I certainly hope so.

As far as family goes: Mom knows. So does Gramma. My sister knows. I told Dad, and he took it as a compliment to himself that his son is a “stud” (even though I’m adopted, and it’s not his genes at work per se). I’ve not told Dad’s mother, because although she is probably a teensy bit more liberal than she pretends, she does still send me conservative political emails about what Rush Limbaugh “thinks,” so I just don’t wanna go there right now. I’ve not told my uncles, but I’m not close enough to most of them for it to matter, and Uncle Greg would probably just laugh and give me his rendition of the Celtic Warriors’ greeting (which is using the heel of the palm to rub quick circles in the center of the friend’s chest while grunting “AAAAAARGH!”).

My friends haven’t judged me negatively at all. Zero. Zilch. Nada. Not a single one is anything but supportive.

In terms of personal relationships with other men: I didn’t escort until after breaking it off with Steve last summer, so there was no one to tell until Matt back in December. He didn’t care about that. He has other issues, but my escorting isn’t one of them. “J” (someone I’ve talked to on and off for nearly four years, but never dated) decided to finally pursue me right in the middle of this Matt situation, and he isn’t offended (in fact, he asked if I thought he could use escorting to pay off his house). “A” is another guy who has shown interest, both in me and in escorting. Shawn, a model in D.C., is definitely not put off by it. In short, while I’m trying to heal from Matt there are people pursuing me who aren’t allowing my being a courtesan to dissuade them in the least. How fucking irritating! OMG!

To put all this into context, a reader in Canada named Doug shows my blog to his mother. Doug is about Mom’s age, if not a few years older. His mother is thus older than Gramma. She said to Doug that I am “possessed of the refined sensibilities that demand a well-appointed house.” Aside from being utterly charming in an Old World Colonial manner, her comment shows that even Canadians of a certain age don’t care about all this (but they have a vastly different sexual culture north of the U.S. border). She went on to say that I “should marry a doctor.” Doug is going to ask her advice for me on finding a well-appointed man. She is concerned about my safety in escorting, to which I replied, “I meet worse men dating than I ever have escorting.” Doug’s father has said, “When men say they love you, remember that they also love Ketchup.” Mhm. Perhaps I should stop threatening to move to Canada and just do it?

So, all in all, I’ve been expecting a big hullabaloo, but society at large has given me the Madonna treatment: Yeah. And?

I think I’m completed elated by this.

PS

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