Modeling for COLT Collection, COLT’s new line of underwear and jocks.

So I’m kinda thrilled to look through Twitter today and find this bit of news, accompanied by this rather awesome photo of me with porn newcomer-taking-the-industry-by-storm and really close friend Tony Orion. Can you tell I love this pup just to bits and pieces? COLT Studio Group is relaunching its COLT Basics apparel line, now called the COLT Collection. Los Angeles-based Timoteo Designs is creating the line, which will be produced in the United States, and will feature designs that focus on fit, fabrication and quality. And I have to say, the couple jocks and briefs I got to put on for this photo shoot lived up to exactly what I’d expect from Timoteo; they’re comfortable, they’re well-made, and they look HOT.

A lodge in the woods, a fire in the fireplace, two good sturdy chairs, and one HOT costar. What do you THINK is gonna happen?

The shoot was done peripherally to filming a new COLT feature Beef’s N’ Briefs, also starring my friends Bob Hager, Tony’s daddy Paul Steel, Damian Stone, and Sebastian Rossi. By sheer luck of rescheduling, Tony Orion and I not only got to model together, but we’re costarring in a scene that director Kristofer Weston in a subsequent tweet called “the best scene of [his] life.” Gotta love when chemistry between costars is easy and natural; Tony and I have been trying to make this happen as long as Tony’s been in the industry, and I’m STOKED to have had it happen on a COLT set!

Dirk Caber, Tony Orion, & Sebastian Rossi on set at COLT

Look for the fashions in the COLT Studio Store soon. For more information, visit COLT Studio Group.

He’s stunning, he’s gorgeous, he fucks like an animal and takes cocks the size of small buildings.  You’re utterly in lust, you’d kill to meet him, and you’ve just found out…  your absolute favorite porn star is coming to a bar near you.  Of COURSE you’re going!  You know he’s not a cologne fan so you don’t shower, you dress your hottest, and you arrive, and SHIT there he is!  Smiling and chatting and being encouraged to get up on the gogo box for a few minutes.  You have a drink for courage, join the group wanting to talk to him, get within speaking distance of him and…

Grab his ass.

Okay, no.  This happens more often than I’d like to report, that some I’m sure perfectly nice guy in a crowd finds it somehow meaningful to grope me instead of engaging me.  I know that junk goes on camera for you all to watch, but that doesn’t really mean I brought it with me just so you could play with it.  And really, was that two second mashing of my glute really all that satisfying?  Don’t you really want more from me than just that?

Come up and say HELLO.  Shake my hand (the HAND, okay?).  Smile.  Start a conversation about something that isn’t necessarily porn.  All of us on-screen sorts have lives away from the adult industries, and most of us have some biographical information online somewhere; do a little legwork and figure out something we have in common and can relate about.  Um, don’t try to talk model railroading with a model if you don’t know anything about it; find something easy that you both have some background in.  Classical music is always an easy bet with me, as are architecture and fitness…  Sure, mention a favorite scene, but don’t expect great lengthy discourses about the philosophy of the depiction or the subtext of the plot; this is PORN after all and there isn’t (usually) any such thing!  About the most we really can say about any given shoot was if it was fun or exhausting or both or my god that guy had a HUGE cock, what a ride…  And finally, whatever way the conversation goes, remember that we’re probably there being paid by the bar owner or promoter to talk to ALL the patrons in the place; be gracious, talk for a few minutes, and then step aside and let us do our job.

We’re probably standing there showing off a bit of skin.  It’s like passing within arm’s reach of a piano keyboard, I know it’s almost impossible not to reach out and strike a chord as you go by.  Be understanding that there are different modes of that sort of tactile greeting: handshakes are neutral, safe, affable; at the other extreme is reaching for the erogenous zones.  This sort of outreach has an inherent “acquisatory” character; unless I know you or that sort of approach is expressly welcomed, it’s just rude.  If you must touch, do something more invitational: a hand at the small of the back, across the shoulders, ruffle my hair (I don’t use product in my hair, so it’s safe to do that with me!), but be sensitive to what my response is; if it’s not welcome (and that may actually have nothing to do with you expressly, you understand), stop.  And finally, whatever you do, if I look around to see who’s hand that is, don’t disappear–nobody loves a coward; back up to the previous paragraph here and start with a smile and say “HELLO”.  You’re far more likely to get far further with any of us this way than…  Well, touching my ass or crotch means you’re only interested in one part of me, and I’m there to show more of myself than just something you could’ve just downloaded on your computer.  And as sensitive as mine are, twisting my nips only turns me on in certain situations; do it hard enough in a bar and it only makes me want to slam your teeth into the edge of the bar about as hard as I can.  That shit fucking hurts, as evidently you guys who don’t have wired nips will never know…

Come up to us like we’re friends.  Treat us like your peers and equals.  I think you might be amazed to find…  you’ve just made a friend, and that’ll get you far further with your favorite porn star than perhaps you ever might expect, ya know?  Believe it or not, it’s what most of us would prefer too.  COME SAY HI!

So this Thursday night I’m appearing as part of a benefit for TheQu.co, an online venue providing a safe and supportive platform for the LGBTQ creative voices through video and sound.  They provide a place for all of us to express ourselves and convey our messages on the national level.

As TheQu.co has grown tremendously in the last year, providing daily content, exclusive interviews, and producing events, they have need of our support in return, and to this end they are throwing the Porn-U-Copia.  To meet an ambitious goal for this indiegogo campaign, TheQu.co will be selling porn and shots, and will raffle prizes and have special surprises along the way. So bring some cash and get ready for porn, go-go dancers and more!

And of course come meet me.

For more information on The Qu and why they are raising funds, check out their video and info here.

Hosted by Tony Soto

RAFFLED PRIZES
PORN SALE $5+
$2 Shots

And among the great videos you’ll find on TheQu.co website, here’s one they made especially for the occasion:

SEE YOU THERE!!!!

Hey, all you amazing followers out there!  Just posting some incentive to get your sexy asses out to the polling booths tomorrow and have your say in how our country gets run for the next four years.  My own feelings are that it’s taken the current administration four years to apply the brakes to the downhill momentum of decline eight years of the previous administration initiated and sustained; anyone who thinks that someone can waltz into the oval office and flip some switch the previous administration was for some ineffable reason ignoring and *poof* everything will be fixed can’t be thinking very hard about the magnitude of the problem at hand.  Obama’s accomplished some pretty damn miraculous things in one term, perhaps not what was promised, but an astonishing amount considering the juggernaut of partisan opposition he’s encountered.  Let’s give him the chance to continue what he’s only started, and not replace him with a candidate whose motives and transparency, to say nothing of regard for his peers, are in profound and serious question.

Okay, getting off my little soapbox.  Flame away if you like.  Back to your irregularly scheduled posting of smutty musings.

I’m known for tying guys up, but I learned my craft playing with the masters, and sometimes… playing with those masters. I know when I get a hot boy roped down the last implement I’m inclined to reach for is a camera, and I need to start photographing my own skills (model volunteers, anyone?), but meanwhile here’s me at the mercy of master binder Van Darkholme on the set of our most recent Bound Gods shoot with the monstrously sexy Jeremy Stevens. Think I’m learning my lesson? Watch & see…