HUSTLABALL

Berlin is a magical city steeped in history where you'll find sensational architecture, a thriving art scene, top-notch museums, and world class shopping, all within a stone's throw from each other.

BUT I KNOW YOU WHORES DON'T CARE ABOUT THAT SHIT. YOU WANT SMUT!



Well, Berlin is also one of the world's capital's of kink, and lordy! was I ever plunked down in the middle of it as a featured performer at Hustlaball, a sort of fairground for male prostitutes catering to every imaginable taste--or lack thereof! My "comedy" was largely lost in translation on a semi-english speaking crowd. I had thought that a "clever" sight gag like pulling a brown-tipped banana out of my ass to the tune of Gwen Stefani's HOLLABACK GIRL and then sniffing and pointing to the banana as if verifying "Mmmm Mmmm, that's my shit, that's my shit" would appeal to non-english speakers, scat enthusiasts and anyone wanting to lampoon that dreadful tune. I guess I'm just too kinky for Berlin!

But then I got to introduce porn star Jeff Stryker, who was filming for a reality show. Hey, he's a lot better looking than Ron Jeremy ever was and just as hung so why not? He and I shared a dressing room and he could not have been sweeter, although one of his eyes was swollen and bothering him quite a bit. "Don't worry" I reasured him, "ain't nobody gone be lookin' at your eye, Jeff!" This gave rise to all sorts of sad "sight for sore eyes", "Jeff, are you winking at me?", etc type of tomfoolery. He was supposed to have his "anatomically correct action figure" doll, but hadn't brought one so we couldn't do our skit in which I asked him about the doll, he asked me a la one of his pornformances "Yeah, you wanna see that big doll?" and then pulled the doll out at his crotch level while I deepthroated it. So poor, poor me had to fake it with his legendary 9 inch cock! Jeff's still sexy, but I didn't manage to get any good pix with his face in it. Oh well, his biggest asset is still in plain view.