Jocks and watersports and punks – OH MY! Another piece for another client in Seattle. I present, “Pit Stop”.

Yep. That’s the theme. If you are in Seattle this weekend, head on over to The Cuff for the Northwest LeatherSir, Leatherboy and Bootblack contest events! And while you are there, check out the art I did for the event. They should be also auctioning off the print of the work that is on all the posters, brochures and advertisements. Enjoy!

He comes over in plaster caked jeans, those big brown steel toe boots, and that thin t-shirt that clings to his torso like a second skin. There’s a V-shaped sweat stain down the front of the grey t-shirt, and two on the pits that run down his sides. The name of the business has rubbed off so all you can really see is the word “Interiors”. I met him through my website. Sometimes having dirty art out there has it’s fringe benefits.

“Sorry I’m so sweaty, but I know you like that, ” he says with that shit-eating grin.

I just push the side of my mouth out with my tongue, half smile and grunt. He walks past me, down the hall and into my bedroom. I shut the door behind us kicking off my Kansas City Wizards shorts watching him kick off those big boots revealing those wide meaty socked feet and I go stiff. He sees what I’m looking at as he pulls off his dusty jeans and grabs the tops of his tube socks and pulls them  tight up to his knees showing me the dirty, sweaty wide bottoms. Again that toothy grin. I grab his foot in my hands and push it to my face.

“Yeeeah!” He cheers me on, “Day 4 of wear. I guess I don’t have to ask you what you think.” He swats at my dick with his meaty paw and I flinch.

“You’re going to pay for that.”

He’s a good foot taller than me and probably works out just a little too much for my liking. He’s big. His feet are big. His dick is big. His mouth is big. He’s a scruffy, unshaven, sweaty, with this long bit of chin scruff. He tugs on his dick as he watches me lick and suck the sweat out of his socked toes and then grabs for the lube and lubes up his cock and starts plunging a finger up his ass.

“You weren’t kidding when you said you wanted it bad, huh?”

“Can you tell?” Grinning at me with his legs in the air and 3 fingers now jammed up his crack. “You’re mohawk looks hot dude.”

If I had a quarter for every time I heard that I’d be rolling in it. I grab a condom and slide it on and slather my length with lube. With his 3 fingers in there I push inside of him with both of us hammering away at his hole. He lets out this sound, which is kind of like a donkey but with his furrowed brow and chin fuzz, it makes him look like a goat with a monkey’s face.

“Slut.” I say flatly and I pound away, pulling my face out from his feet cupped in my face.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I say forcefully. “You know you are. You love cock up your ass. You told me yourself. You crave dick. My dick!”

“Yeah?” he probingly asks again, hoping for more of my dirty talk.

“Fag. Faggot. Sissy. Pussy. Cunt.” I spell each one out for him and punctuate it with a hard thrust of my shaft.

“More. More!” He begs me and then he does this weird thing. He reaches behind me with his long monkey arms and pushes two really greasy fingers up my butt. I give him a smirk and bite my lip. He wiggles his eyebrows at me and I start laughing.

“Dirty. Fuckin’. Pig. Fuckin’. Nasty. Sweaty. Stinking. PIG. Rotten. Little. Fuckhole. Sicko. Pervert.”

“YES!” He throws his bald head back on the bed. “Yes! Yes! More! Look!” He shows me his big veiny uncut dick slapping it against his stomach leaving little strings of pre-cum. He lubes up some more and then this time reaches from  between my legs this time and pushes 3 fingers in me.

“You little fucker!” I jackhammer his ass and he throws his head back again lets out this long howling grunt.

“Takes one to know one. I could probably put my big thick hand in you, you whore!”

“Keep that up and I’ll rip my cock out and replace it with my forearm!”

“No way,” he squealed.

I pulled out and his pucker drooled lube and winked. I grabbed his calf and in one swift movement, flipped him over onto all fours.

“Stay.”

I grabbed my gloves and popped the lid to a brand new can of Crisco, scooping out a nice big ball of it to push inside this fuckers greedy little hole and then coated my hand and forearm. He looked back at me and said ’shit’ under his breath. His hole opened up so easy for that semi-soft ball of lard so I gave him another. The bastard is going to eat my arm.

Two fingers, three and then four went in so easy. I pumped my gooey fingers in and out of him and stealthily popped the thumb into my palm and began to fuck him on it. He kept rocking back on my hand getting used to it, or so I thought, and the whole hand goes in!

“Oh my god! How many fingers??”

“Um… all of them?”

“All? Like what?”

“My hand is up your ass, dude!”

“Oh sweet!! I’ve never gotten this much at once!”

I laugh knowing he’s probably taken some big things up there. So I let the pig bounce around on my hand and wrist, watching him gleefully take it and he sweetly reaches back and greases up my dick looking at my face as I watch him pig out on my arm.

“What?” I ask him.

“What time is it?” he asks me.

“Almost 7. Why?”

“Shit. Pull out. Shit. SHIT! SHIT!”

I do and ask him what’s wrong. He avoids the question and asks me to get him a towel, he has to shower. So he does, gets dressed and as I walk him to the door I ask if he’s ok. I clean up a little and put my shorts back on.

“Yeah. Yeah,” He assures me and then kisses me hard on the mouth with tongue, “I’m late is all. I have to go home, it’s me and my wife’s 6th anniversary.”

I stand there watching him from the door with my mouth wide open, getting into his big white truck, waving and smiling and then drives away.

You little fucker. I hope you read this.

Lucky for me, I bought my tickets way in advance as I had a feeling this sucker was going to sell out this year and that hunch paid off. My first two days at the Con was basically popping in and out of the call out sessions and staying clear of the marketplace downstairs. I did this for two reasons – to avoid people I knew and to avoid the temptation to buy stuff. If I ran into people I knew or had yet to meet – I’d stay and gab their ears off. Plus, I’m on a budget.

Taking the trolley down from my house was a godsend as that meant little to no road rage on my part. A happy and calm Drub makes everyone else around me happy and pleasant as well, plus 5 bucks for an all day pass is a no brainer.

My 3rd day was very eventful. Instead of popping in and then popping out to go home, I went around to see who was manning the Prism booth, who else that I knew had booths and check out all the cool indy published stuff. I don’t know if it was me or if it was the weather or what, but it was very very…um… cruisy. Boy-candy everywhere. Or maybe I just need to get laid. Anyways, it was a blast and I don’t think I could have wished for a better time. At this point in the posting, I’d like to point out that it’s going to get rather heady and ridiculous in here with all the name-dropping.

Last Gasp has finally released Best Erotic Comics 2009 and the printing is excellent, so I urge you all to snap up your very own copy. “Dem Bones” which originally appeared in Hard To Swallow #3 was included, and even though it has received mixed reviews, I urge you to pick it up and judge for yourself.

I had two celebrity run-ins in which I totally embarrassed myself. One being Amber Benson and the other being John Barrowman. I like to pride myself at not gushing inappropriately nor interrupting people speaking but I seemed to throw all that out the window and practically laid eggs right there on the carpet as each of these people seemed to magically appear in front of me. All said and done, Amber is as funny and down-to-earth as one can imagine. No sooner had that happened and Amber left, I told a couple friends what a geek I was, stopping in mid-sentence as I heard a distinctive voice right behind me. I turned around, gasped and turned away and my pals must have thought I lost my marbles all over the floor. I then pointed out the the actor from Torchwood, our very own Jack Barrowman, was right behind us which brought various expressions of confusion and delight to those that understood my fangasm. Soon, every gay man with a camera or iPhone was gunning for a snapshot and all I could do was watch as this maelstrom (Fagstorm?) developed right in front of my eyes. I became flush, wet palms, frozen in place, sweaty brow – the works! He touched my back! I began to get even more giddy to the point where I had to force myself to calm the fuck down. I seriously thought somebody was going to slap me to just shut me up. Pathetic displays, for sure, but at least everyone was gracious about it and it makes for a good story.

If you didn’t get to draw in Lynx Delirium’s “Snow White” book, you missed out on a lot of laughs and fun.

Now completely high on life, I decided to check out some video games Sean Z had suggested I check out. Aion looks amazing though I don’t know if I could ever spend time on an online game such as this, with the subscriptions and whatnot, but it was definitely breathtaking. I also enjoyed the demos for City of Heroes – again another MMORPG with magnificent graphics and details though with my iMac I’d have to boot both into boot camp to run the Windows emulator.

Aman’s Big Gay Dinner at Bandar. So full of food. So crazy. So fun. Especially with Steve MacIsaac, Sam Saturday, and Eden Bradley.

Some other things worth checking out:

Sina Grace’s Cedric Hollows in Dial M for Magic – an illustrated novel about a sorcerer sleuth in Orange County. The graphic design alone will make you tingly.

Ed Luce’s Wuvable Oaf. If you don’t pick up this comic, you’re missing out. I grabbed a copy after seeing what he did in the Bent Comix Sampler. It’s got great line work, excellent story telling, and lots of bears and kitties.

Sean Z’s Myth – Do check out the online comic and buy the prelude book to get caught up if you aren’t already in ‘the know’ on the developing story.

Since coming back from Seattle, I’m suddenly finding myself bombarded by commissioned work. I’m totally not complaining – I’m celebrating! Five pieces for clients, card orders from shops, Dirty Bird Pictures is upgrading his logo, Fist Fest has my image on t-shirts, Instigator has a blurb on me (issue 19) on my skateboard decks and now I’m getting little hot gifts in the mail: well worn socks and other things from people who appreciate what I do.

It’s a great day to be a pervert!

I’m guessing that this means the long dry winter has given way to spring or for all you financial analysts out there, the economy or something is suddenly on the upswing. I’ll be sure to update things as we go. There will be tons of scanning to do for the commissions to move forward with my clients this weekend.

Palanca, my friend and the artist, needs your help. He was diagnosed with HIV/HEPATITIS B & his health is very delicate. He has severely lost weight and needs to start his antiretroviral  treatment. He lives in Peru and it’s very hard to get the pills he needs and this is where you come in…

Please follow the link to his website and contact Durk (ddehner@tomoffinlandfoundation.org), Chris Maher (supermarkynose@att.net), or Palanca (palanca_feet@yahoo.com), contribute or donate money for medical expenses, or buy some of his excellent work! I’ve personally commissioned a piece from him and I’ve inquired about two others he has on his site.

He needs TENOFOVIR (VIREAD) and the NGO that sells it in Peru says it’s cost prohibitive and rare – and sell out all of their stock. There are people in America, Canada, and the UK that are prescribed this drug and do not need to pay for it. Spare a pill, save an artist! Get in touch now and help this great artist.

Thank you very much!

The Seattle Erotic Art Festival was a resounding success – not just for me personally, but for the event holders as well. Hundreds of pieces entered and 78 sold (with tons of smaller works moved out of the expanded store section at an amazing pace), two of which were my skate decks entered and created specifically for the show. Initially, I was going to do a series of these decks – but I now feel it would be best if these pieces are one-of-a-kind dealies. I skipped out on the Thursday night VIP session and relaxed after my wonderful flight up on Virgin America, only to find on Friday afternoon that both of my pieces had sold before the general public even set eyes on them!

Mixing, mingling, ogling, flirting, viewing and drinking my way through the night catching up with old friends, making new ones, and putting faces with artist’s names I’ve only known of through the web or through comic books. I was riding high on my good fortune and gambled that it would last throughout the weekend event.

Saturday morning brought several of us together for the Intro To Gay Erotic Comics panel at the Sharma Center. Starting only a few minutes late, we quickly filled the room to standing room only bantering about our process and creative approaches to creating what we felt made a good erotic comic book story. Writer Dale Lazarov (Manly, Sticky, and many other great books) lead a spirited discussion with Patrick Fillion (of Class Comics fame) and Steve MacIsaac (Shirtlifter and Sticky comics) speaking deftly over what little knowledge I have with 3 short stories under my belt. Truth be told, I felt a bit intimidated as my strengths are more editorial and in the pin-up arena, but I’m working hard to change that. The audience had great stories and suggestions that we might take into consideration and I really loved the experience. I’d do it again in a snap! We moseyed over to the gallery show to take in some quieter moments with the art and ventured off to discuss ‘how sausage was made’ (we talked shop) over sushi.

I took in some sights and sounds, did a little shopping, hiking, hung out with friends, fine dining, and even scored a steamy hot commission I’m about to embark upon! This year, I couldn’t be a more happy pervert.

If you are going to be in Seattle for the Seattle Erotic Art Festival ‘09 – you might want to make your plans now before it’s too late to get tickets to the event! As always, this is the event of the year not to be missed with all the performances, food, art, films and this year – literature!

Are you interested in making a name for yourself in erotic art and comics but not sure where to start? I’ll be accepting appointments to give you practical advice on strengthening your portfolio and solidifying your brand before approaching magazines, galleries, and other venues. $25 for 15 minutes. Consultation includes free attendance to a Saturday May 2nd SEAF panel on erotic comics featuring Dale Lazarov (wonderful writer of titles such as Sticky, Nightlife, Fancy, and Manly), Steve MacIsaac (comic book artist and illustrator extraordinaire), Patrick Fillion (Class Comics bad ass) and yours truly (you’re here, goofy!).

So if you want a one-on-one with me to review your portfolio, just let me know and make your appointment now! 

On for Saturday May 2, 11:30am-12:30pm at the Sharma Center,

406 Dexter| Seattle | WA | 98109
206-898-5876
www.sharmacenter.org

$25 for 15 minutes (includes panel with portfolio review)
$5 Panel for all others

This weekend was spent entertaining a friend from overseas, showing him the local area and giving him a good taste of what it’s like to live here. We’d been talking off and on for at least 8 years now so when he told me he was coming over – I was happy to give him a place to crash. 

The weather couldn’t have been more perfect, showing him the number one reason I chose to live here in San Diego. We started out on Friday at Balboa Park for lunch at the Prado to stuff our faces. We walked off our lunch around the various gardens, including the succulent garden, and chatting about all sorts of stuff. After this we got in the car and did a nickle tour of Coronado, downtown San Diego, Logan Heights, Hillcrest, and Golden Hill.  Back home to drop off the bags, show off the house, relax, and then dinner at Chow Noodle House. We later followed it up with some fun and socializing at the San Diego Eagle.

The next day was filled with rather random stuff – a trip to the Mexican/US border, outlet mall shopping, a trip up the coast to Solana Beach to shop for succulents, and further to San Onofre Beach and Camp Pendelton. Later, we ended up out for a few drinks after a short nap.

We wrapped up this morning with a yummy lunch and said our good-byes and I passed him onto another to take him on his next trip across the nation.

I just got word that two of the three skate decks I designed have been accepted into the 2009 Seattle Erotic Art Festival! The two decks are Watersports and Bootfetish. Now to make arrangements for my trip up, send up my skate decks and get ready for May 1-3.

Hope to see you there!