I Met 4 Gay Porn Stars and This Is What Happened

In honor of Pornhub’s recent 10th birthday—I wrote about meeting four gay porn stars:  Hot Rod, Arquez, Ace Rockwood, and Red.  Here’s what they were like off camera. 

1. Hot Rod 

I met Hot Rod on a hot night at a little New York club called Secrets. I was introduced through a promoter boyfriend who promoted our relationship to anyone in the New York Tristate area. He towered over me with his lean physique and feminine wiles. 

He lacked the same magnetism in street clothes that he did naked and on camera. When I lived in Brooklyn I would see his profile on Jack’d. I guess ex-porn stars need love too. Seeing him in close proximity erased the mystique. 

I interacted with him at a bottle service event at his birthday party. It was more like a two people sitting at their bottle service. He was lit (before the world adopted the word for everyday use). I poured the girls cocktails in that sweaty club. We all were lost in the haze.

Hot Rod After His Butt Injections

He no longer does porn but his legacy is forever cemented online. From threesomes to raw sex his videos had you clicking for more. 

2. Arquez


It was after midnight when he emerged shirtless on stage at a nightclub in Washington Heights called El Morocco. He was more of the interactive type. From dry humping strangers, making out, and eating ass live on stage—Arquez knew how to perform. 

He worked hard for the money but I didn’t need to be included. My mouth dropped when he pulled me on stage. My heart raced. He turned me around and pulled down my pants. I was butt ass naked. I felt embarrassed and excited at the same time. 

When I saw his app on my current boyfriend’s phone three years later, those thoughts flooded back to me. Honey, I’ve lived. 

3. Ace Rockwood


I first saw him at Secrets, a place I frequented every weekend. His dark chocolate completion melted in the night. He was masculine but quite shy in person. He walked around the bar doing some pseudo-straight dance. He was buff yet stiff compared to the regular dancers—one literally positioned one leg on the bar and the other on the wall, shutting it down with a “bangie” Brooklyn performance. Black sweat dripped over passers-by on the way to the restroom.

Before I knew it, I was thrust into the stratosphere and on stage. I walked around in a Rick Owens gown. The fantasy lasted three minutes before security escorted me off. 


The second time I saw him was on a Monday night at a place called Nowhere, a Manhattan dive bar with a backroom where lap dancing and happy endings paved the way for economic freedom. It’s also a place for old white men to pick up young black trade at the right price. He emerged from the shadows in bright-colored underwear. I approached him like I knew him. He was calm and quiet—there was a boyish charm to him. We swapped introductions and smiles. I mentioned meeting him at Secrets he pretended to remember That was cute. 

4. Red


When I was younger I craved a father figure, a daddy type to navigate me from riding a bike to riding a dick. Who knew it would be a fetish. 

Red represented the ultimate daddy archetype, donning glasses and muscles.

And when I first met him, I was completely unaware. It was during gay pride in NYC. I ran into a friend of mine in the Village who wore braids the color of the rainbow. Let’s call him Tiny. I wrote about the time we spent together when his apartment turned into a whore house. He needed to make his cab money back. Tiny turned it out in drag. And you can read about it in “Drag is the Thing When Dealing With Sex Addicts.”

We met with three Latino looking guys. We traveled to the pier to get a closer look at the festivities, and to cool off from the sweltering heat. Men came over one by one to take a picture with Red. A few minutes later he had to leave to meet up with a client. But Tiny couldn’t way to spill the tea:

Yas girl, that’s Red honey. Haven’t you seen his movies? He has to go make that money honey.  

I haven’t. But after a quick Google search, I saw all I needed to believe. It also explained why he walked around shirtless. His boyfriend seemed upset that he had to go meet up with a client. I’m not judging but I can only imagine the complications of dating a porn star.

Walter Reed is a sex columnist at LoveWalter.com Send your love and sex advice questions to asklovewalter@gmail.com

Comments

  1. Eric

    I met Bobby Blake back in the day in the streets of ATL. I was quite excited and he gave me an autographed picture w/ a full erection. On the picture, I mean. My straight friend who was with me, and didn’t know what the hell was going on, later found it so pretentious when he recalled I said, “I love your work!” LOL! I hear Mr. Blake is a preacher now.

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