Must Blow 29: JC De Vera.

I had the fortune of being able to leave work early the past two days. I had court appearances in the early afternoon. And since I did not have a lot of pending work, I had the luxury of not returning to the office and going straight to the gym. It was also about the same time that Quincy finished his team practice so he joined me in the gym. Since he was already exhausted coming from his gruelling practice, he just waited for me. He read the newspaper and surfed the web while I hit the treadmill.

While sweating on the treadmill and the glidex (I call it that, though I am not sure that is really what this particular workout machine is called), I was as usual tuned into the TV monitors. The gym had 24 TV screens featuring 12 UHF and cable channels. It was siesta so the shows were as sleepy as the time of day. None of the shows interested me. Even the videos on MTV were programmed to lull me rather than make me run harder.

However, since I am very much a creature of habit, I had to be watching TV while doing my cardio. Since there was no good show on air, I just had to pick a show with beautiful faces in it. After surveying all 12 channels, I tuned into the soap that featured local young heartrob JC De Vera.

I met JC about a year ago during the opening of a restaurant. The place was owned by an executive of a local TV channel so a few young boob tube wannabes and personalities dropped by. JC was one of them. He came in with a non-showbiz male friend. It must be a classmate or a cousin.

I instantly developed a crush on JC. He had that boyish look that had always enamored me and he also had a great smile. I noticed that whenever he made eye contact with anyone, he flashed his smile that revealed a full set of perfectly clean teeth. I was in a table together with a more established TV actor-heartrob who happens to be my client. JC dropped by our table and when we were introduced, he threw me that same smile that I had been following all night. And also a firm hand shake that reciprocated mine. (Why I ever let go of his hand I do not now know why. Maybe it was the wine.)

Much has changed in JC's appearance since I last saw him. He has added bulk in his physique. He was quite lanky a few months back. And he has grown into his looks. He looked sexier and more manly. He appeared very much a matinee idol that I think female moviegoers will easily go gaga over.

Judging by what I saw on TV, JC is also proving to be one of the more formidable young talents in the industry today. He is a great actor. And certainly, he has more facial expressions than the over-exposed Richard Gutierrez and my over-rated actor-client.

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To Bi For 16: Eva Mendes.

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What Eva Mendes needs is a hit. She is one of the sexiest women in Hollywood, toiling for nearly a decade, and yet she is still languishing in the B-list.

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I don't know how she got started in the movie business but I remember her as one of the most remarkable magazine cover girls I have ever seen. She has appeared in the covers of such male magazines as Maxim and FHM - not only the U.S. editions but the international editions as well. She must have sold gazillions of copies considering that not only does she own a voluptuous set of ginormous boobs, she has the fanciful booty to match them as well.

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Though Eva has appeared in almost a dozen films (none of which was top-billed by her), I can only recall three. First is her appearance in the Matt Damon-Greg Kinnear comedy Stuck on You wherein she played an aspiring actress who caught the eyes of one of the twins. I loved the movie. I thought it was one of the more cerebral comedies in the past half-decade. I even bought the DVD. Unfortunately, it did not gain the affection of as many viewers and the movie bombed in the box office.

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Her next starring role was in another comedy, Hitch, opposite Will Smith. Again, she was both sexy and beautiful in this movie. She did not even have to act in this one. She just had to stand there and let the camera roll and male moviegoers all over the world are easily convinced why Hitch was smitten to her.

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And finally, she was in one of the latest Marvel movies, Ghost Rider. In this she once again played the female inspiration, this time to the superhero himself, Johnny Blaze, played by the fast-aging Nicolas Cage. The role was only a supporting one and I can say that she aptly played the role. Again, seeing Eva sashay onscreen in tight shirts, it is easy to understand why she keeps the fire blazing in Johnny.

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Though Hitch and Ghost Rider were modest hits and Eva gave respectable performances in both, their box office return were not enough to carry the name of Eva among the female elites of Hollywood. Her name is not mentioned in the company of the latest break-out stars such as Jessica Alba and Scarlett Johannson.

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Fortunately, there is no bad press surrounding Eva. For this reason, I think that she will earn her bright place in Hollywood. It is only a matter of time. And it will be glorious ---for herself and her fans---when that time comes.

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Teaser 02: A New Man in Town.
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He is just getting ready to face the world.

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The Man Who Steals the Show.

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It wasn't actually in my social calendar but I got the chance to watch Zsa Zsa Zaturnnah Ze Muzikal at RCBC Plaza last Saturday. I was on the way to the gym Friday when I met the producer of the show. I told him that I have been meaning to see the show but haven't got around to purchasing tickets. Too busy with work (and this blog). He sold me tickets to the best seats and gave me a 20% discount. Rachel would be with her family during the weekend so I couldn't invite her. And I didn't think Quincy would like to be seen in a social function that screams gay! The tabloids will have his neck the following day. And their team is still in contention in the league so I'd rather that he stayed focus. I invited my friend J.M. instead.

Zsa Zsa is an adaptation from comics to stage. The character first appeared in the 1990s in komiks (a popular Filipino reading material) and later into a graphic novel. It tells of the travails of Ada, a homosexual who turns superhero whenever he swallows a magical stone (or in the play, a pink cloud of cotton candy). Along the way, Ada finds love, acceptance and himself. The story is pretty much your predictable and orthodox superhero tale.

I have heard positive reviews about the show. Still, I did not know what to expect. The only expectation I had was that I will be watching a gay version of Darna.

True enough, Ada is Narda with no boobs; and Zsa Zsa is Darna with a Z (two Zs, actually). Darna's sidekick Ding was even there. Post-puberty, he is now called Deedee. I expected no new plotline to surprise me in the coming hours.

The musical adaptation is more entertainment than art, something which fazes me considering that I went to the theatre and not the cinema. I expected a higher degree of artistic commitment. Instead, what greeted the viewers was a cheap production of three upright cardboards called a "set", a lazy susan that facilitates the transformation of the protagonist into a superhero, and stage hands cloaked in black handing and changing props on the stage. The production was beyond primitive. It was backwards.

There was likewise nothing notable or hair-raising in the music and lyrics. I even wondered why it was made into a musical when a play of straight dialogues would have done the trick. The answer: Of course, it is more gay if it was a musical.

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What saves the play, and I think what indeed enabled it to reach its fifth run, is the performances of the actors. In the early runs, the word of mouth was that actress Eula Valdez was fantastic as Zsa Zsa. Well, I can easily declare that K Brosas was also apt and lively as Zsa Zsa. She sang well and blended seamlessly with the rest of the cast.

The actor who played Deedee was also very fun and entertaining to watch. I laughed (along with the rest of the audienced) my heart out with his quips, most of which I suspected were made up as the play went along. He provided comic relief and life to the show. The problem there, however, was that he upstaged Ada and tilted the balance of the characterization. He was supposed to be the sidekick. My question is why did the director allow Deedee, funny though he was, to do this?

All told, the actor who entertained me the best that night was Arnold Reyes. He played the role of Dodong, the love interest of Ada. He is hot!!!! I wasn't expecting to see such a beautiful and sexy guy onstage that night but I was thankful that he was cast. He easily ensnared me when he first appeared, wearing a muscle T and tight jeans. Wow. I told myself, the guy is delicious. And I was very thankful that there were a lot of gratuitous scenes wherein he was wearing a wifebeater (which looked good on him), or shirtless. There was even a scene wherein he gyrated like a macho dancer (see topmost photo) and another wherein "monsters" tried to capture him by pulling his jeans, giving a glimpse of a set of delightful bubble butt.

After three or four scenes, I thought that Arnold would just be eye candy on stage. Three scenes had gone by and his only significant contribution to the production was to sashay and look good. But when the part came that he sang, it surprised me. The guy is handsome, ripped, comfortable around gay guys, loves the theater and can sing in perfect tune. He restored my faith. Clearly, there is a god.

Arnold stole the show with his boyish delivery of his lines (there was always a sense of wonderment around him). I had to lock my eyes on him whenever he appeared and followed him wherever he went.

Overall, I think Zaturnnah is worth the time and money that I spent on it. It was very entertaining. The performances were superb. I will not fault much the producers for the lousy set and sub-standard production. I think it shows more not the lack of creativity of the people involved but the sorry state of theater. Without any aid from the government and hardly any interest from corporate sponsors, theater in the country is just struggling to survive.

Zaturnnah is recommended entertainment. Go watch the muzikal. I will be watching it again, too. On the certain night that Arnold Reyes is again playing Dodong.

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Teaser 01: There is a New Man in Town.

There are a lot of Julian Fantechi this year. He peppered my blog with as much gusto as Lindsay Lohan got drunk in a party. What can I say, I fell in lust with the man the very first time I saw him on the web.

There will still be plenty of Julian for the rest of the year. But there will be a new man in town, whom I will completely unveil at the start of next month. For now, this silhouette is all I will post.

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A Pang of Envy.

I was driving to work earlier today when this really gorgeous vehicle, a brand-new X-Type Jaguar drove beside me. I am a person who is not covetous or envious by nature. I am very much content with the life I have. And with my present income and the promise of a bright future (yeah, I really believe that I do have this), I am able to buy the things that catch my fancy - from clothes to toys. And I am also able to travel and equally engage in rest and recreation.

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But a pang of envy suddenly hit me when the Jaguar overtook and drove in front of my car. There in vivid maroon, on the back mirror of the car, was a sticker reading "Harvard Law". I suddenly told myself, wow, this guy has it all. Not only was he driving an ultra expensive luxury car, he also went to, arguably, the best law school in the planet. I wondered how great a feeling it would be to navigate the road driving your Jaguar and having in your C.V. your Harvard education.

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And then it also hit me that the driver-owner of the car has accomplished two of the things that I have set for myself to accomplish. Two of the things I want to achieve before I reach forty are: (1) to get a post-graduate degree in a prestigious university in the United States or Europe; and (2) own a sports car. I do not know what degree yet (Masters in Law, creative writing, international relations, or MBA). And I also do not know which college yet but I see myself entering the halls of Yale Law School, Columbia University and the John F. Kennedy School of Government. As for the car, I salivate everytime I see a red BMW convertible.

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Tough things I set out for myself to accomplish. But I always aim high. And I also already have the foundation to build these dreams upon. I earned my undergraduate and law degrees from the prestigious university in the country. And I also have the perseverance and work ethics to set them in motion.

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In the near future, I will be driving down EDSA in a red BMW convertible with my Yale sticker at the back. And then the guy driving behind me will blog about it. Ha ha.

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I was supposed to include this photo of Rick Chester in my blog entry entitled My Bedside Table. But I had problems uploading this photo, along with several others. I have been experiencing this problem the past two weeks. I have written a lot of entries but held publishing them without the accompanying pictures. I feel frustrated about it.

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Anyway, Rick Chester is my favorite young stud right now. I found him in the May 2007 issue of Freshmen. According to the magazine, Rick is an Australian porn actor. He has made a film entitled The Boys from Oz.

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I have not encountered any Australian actor. Most models are from Eastern Europe (Bel Ami) and the United States (though predominantly migrants). It is great to know that Aussies are now invading the world porn market. This is a very welcome development for all of us.

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Playgirl MOTY of the New Millenium.

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I had quite a lot of time in my hands earlier today. To pass the time, I made a list of the last 8 winners of Playgirl magazine's Man of the Year (from 2000 until 2007) and ranked them from my most to least favorite. As I earlier wrote, I just bought a special edition of the magazine entitled Crown Jewels. After repeatedly perusing the issue, I was inspired to make this list.

The following is how I ranked the MOTY winners in order of my preference:

1. Matt Kenney (2002)

2. Jean-Michel Villette (2001)

3. Julian Fantechi (2007)

4. Eddie Jamison (2000)

5. Derrick Davenport (2006)

6. Shannon Fuller (2003)

7. Charles Dera (2005)

8. Rob Michael (2004)

Afterwards, since I still had plenty of free time, I decided to "objectify" my ranking of these A-1 hunks under the following criteria: Face (20%); Body (20%); Dick (10%); Over-all Physique (10%); Sex Appeal (20%) and My Prerogative (20%). The last criterion is purely personal, hence subjective.

Adjudged as Most Handsome was Jean Michel Villette (2001). Kenney was runner-up.

Best Body: Jean-Michel Villette (winner); Fuller (runner-up).

Juiciest Dick: Shannon Fuller (2003, winner); Villette (runner-up).

Over-all Physique: Jean-Michel Villette (winner); Jamison (runner-up).

Mr. Sex Appeal: Julian Fantechi (2007, winner); Kenney (runner-up).

After applying the above criteria, the original ranking was slightly shaken, with the following results:

1. Jean Michel-Villette

2. Julian Fantechi

3. Matt Kenney

4. Eddie Jamison

5. Shannon Fuller

6. Derrick Davenport

7. Charles Dera

8. Rob Michael

Afterwards, I made another list, this time featuring my top twelve favorite Playgirl models of all time. I will save the results for another time.

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Banana Split.

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Mind blowing. That was how my jack-off session went earlier today. Just purchased a copy of Playgirl's special edition dubbed as Crown Jewels and it was my fast ticket to orgasm. Well, not really that fast. BUt the magazine was a great visual aid.

Crown Jewels compiles the photo lay-outs of the last eight Man of the Year winners of the magazine. Julian Fantechi (2007) and Derrick Davenport (2006), of course were in there. And they also joined me in my fantasy this morning.

This was how things played out in my mind while I pleasured myself. It was one of my best yet -

Finally, after months of the option being purchased, my award-winning novel is being turned into a movie. I was able to elbow my way into retaining a certain degree of creative control over the project so along with the producers, director and casting director, I was part of the panel who cast the parts.

Fresh from the popularity he gained after being in Playgirl for almost a dozen times in the last 24 months, Julian Fantechi tried to capitalize and establish an acting career. His agent urged him to audition. There was some part there that fit him.

After the panel gave him the floor, it was unanimously decided that Julian was not appropriate for the part, or any of the available parts. Maybe he was so beautiful that it would distract the audience. I did not delve, I was jacking off.

Afterwards, I approached Julian and told him how much of a fan I am. How I struggled to collect each and every one of the magazines he appeared in. I did not come on to him or try to impress upon him that making a full use of the casting couch would land him the role. I asked him to dinner, however. I told him that I was genuinely interested in knowing him as a person.

The casting was held in New York. Since I was a prominent novelist, it was not difficult for me to get hands of Broadway tickets on such short notice. Dinner followed and we had a great time.

As I dropped Julian in front of his apartment, I asked him if I could kiss him. Just a kiss. On the lips. I have been fantasizing about it since the first time I saw him in the web and I would not be able to forgive myself if I didn't give it a try. Considering especially that the fantasy was literally within reach. Anyway, I asked politely.

And he kissed me. In the lips. Just as I asked.

But Julian did not stop there. He grabbed hold of my arms, pulled me closer to him and slipped me his tongue. Our tongues intertwined and his reached down inside me.

Our passionate kissing led us to his apartment. Soon, Julian was naked and seated on the sofa (exactly the same red one in the magazine, see photo below) and I was exploring every single inch of his naked and ripped body. We kissed again, passionately. Our tongues lashed each other. We only stopped to breathe. Julian surrendered his body to me and I kissed him all over. My wet tongue swept his neck, shoulders, nipples and chest. I bit and nibbled his hard nipples while my right hand reached down to feel and caress his hard dick.

Our urgent and primal moans were the soundtrack of my fantasy. Though we tried to hold down the noise, the pleasure was just too much to be contained. Our whispers and cries of desire bounced on the walls of his quite apartment.

After lingering on his delectable nipples, feeling the hardness of his abs on my cheeks and whiffing the musk off his armpit, I knelt to taste Julian's throbbing dick. I told myself to spend a long time on the head first, and nothing else. Lick it, kiss it, adore it, suck it. Just as I've always done with my other partners. But I could not control myself. After taking in the bulb, I swallowed his entire penis. I felt in my mouth and throat how deep Julian's cock would go and how much I could take. It was just too much. I could blow my load just having Julian deep in my mouth.

I ate and licked and sucked and blew Julian's big cock. It smelled great and it tasted better. I sniffed a trace of Polo's Double Black in his crotch.

As I was also hard, I tried to see what Julian was willing to do to me. I levelled with him and kissed him on the lips. And then I raised my naked body --- we were still on the sofa--- my feet on his thick thighs and my crotch on his face. Julian took the cue and he sucked me too. Though I already had traces of pre-cum, Julian spit on my dick just the same. And then he did what I failed to do. He concentrated on the head first, kissing and licking it. It was only about two or twenty minutes after that he took my rod in its entirety. He sucked me and I gently face-fucked him. Now and then I would feel his finger play with my asshole.

When he removed my dick from his mouth, Julian half-whispered, half-commanded, I want to be inside you. I hastily obeyed.

We were too taken by what we were doing or too intoxicated by the pleasure that we did not bother to move to a more comfortable place. We stayed on the sofa. Julian spit on his hands and he applied it on his dick. Seeing how thick he was, I asked Julian to apply spit on my hole too, just to be sure. I did not bother for condoms, though. This was one gamble I am very much willing to risk.

Hands. Julian's left hand was holding his dick, trying to keep it upright. His right hand was on my waist, making sure that I did not fall off the sofa. I used my right hand to help part my asshole and guide Julian's dick inside me. My left hand was on Julian's right shoulder seeking support.

Eyes. Our eyes were locked to each other as I feel Julian enter me. His eyes were full of desire and anticipation. I, on the other hand, took it as a challenge. If this is a staring contest, Julian, I won't be the first one to blink or look away.

Thighs. Julian's were tense and sweaty on the sofa. Mine was going up and down, rubbing on his waist and thighs as I moved on top of him.

Toes. Both tipped. Mine to support my motions. His to ensure the full length of his cock is inside me.

We rocked and moaned and whispered each other's names. Julian. Julian. Julian, Julian. Julian!

When I next opened my eyes and looked at Julian, he was intently looking at something behind me. As I continued humping on top of him, I looked behind me to see the gorgeous Derrick Davenport watching us. Evidently, he is Julian's roommate.

I felt a moment of confusion. What should I do? I am having the best time of my life and we are busted. But Julian's comforting words urged me. Go on. Don't stop.

And of course I didn't. I continued to fuck him, each time trying to make him go deeper and stay longer inside me. And then I felt a cold hand tap my naked shoulder. It was Derrick joining in the action.

Derrick held my head to turn and kiss him. We kissed while Julian thrusted himself deeper and deeper in my aching ass. Julian pulled Derrick closer to him and they kissed, too. It was momentary but it lasted a lifetime. And both tender and wild.

As I was lifting myself to pay some more attention to Derrick, they both almost simultaneously said, No. Stay. And so I stayed on top of Julian.

Derrick kissed me on my nape, cheeks and shoulders. All the while, Julian was rubbing Derrick's arms and thighs. And then I heard a voice say, Close your eyes. This will hurt a bit.

And then it did. My ass felt an immeasurable proportion of pain and pleasure as Derrick penetrated me from behind. Julian was still in there too. So after only a few seconds, I had two thick and juicy dicks inside my ass. And these were two of the best that the world could offer.

All energy drained from me. I felt like crying but I did not have the energy even to do that. I hugged Julian, tight, trying to get some energy from him and some support as I tried to surpass the ordeal of having him and Derrick inside me at once.

From then on, it was Derrick who led us. We fucked at his pace. Julian just held me tight, kissed me now and then and whispered words of desire and comfort. Derrick would alternate from riding fast to slowing down. During the entire time, he made sure that neither his cock nor Julian's slipped from inside me or that the fucking hurt me too much.

It must have lasted five minutes or fifteen or fifty. Julian came first. When he asked me if he had to pull out before he came I said, No. Cum inside me. Just a few seconds later, I followed and spewed my semen on Julian's washboard abs. Julian went soft and slipped from my ass. I rested my weary head on his sweaty chest as we waited for Derrick to climax. A couple of minutes went by before Derrick went harder and faster in his thrusts, withdrew from my ass, jerked his dick a few times and heaved hot jizz on the small of my back.

We were dead tired and sweaty. I was sandwiched between Derrick and Julian's muscled bodies and there was nowhere else I would rather be. Afterwards, Derrick stood to get some juice and ice. He said he needed some refreshments. Julian kissed me again before he let me go.

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End note: It was the photos of Julian and Derrick (above) reclined on the sofa and sitting on the stool (respectively) that served as inspirations in this fantasy materials. Both photos are in Crown Jewels.

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One Happy Day.

Just as the day was about to end, a very unexpected thing happened that made me one very very happy guy.

I went to the mall to meet a buyer for a Lord of the Rings toy that I was disposing. The meeting went quickly so I had time to spare. And some extra money ---the proceeds of the transaction. I walked around the mall, particularly checked toy shops, to see if the new line of G.I. Joe toys has arrived. It hasn't. It was laready six p.m. and I was hungry but I decided to skip snacks. I was going to the gym after and I did not want to do my cardio with a heavy stomach. It isn't advisable as it will send conflicting messages to my brain.

Anyway, just as I was about to leave the mall and return to the parking lot in our office building to get my gym apparels, I decided to pass by my favorite magazine shop (since it is the only one that peddles porn) in the area. I had no intention of buying anything since, as I have earlier posted, I still had a stack of unperused porn on my bedside table. I just passed by to see to it that I don't miss anything, in case a new batch of supplies has arrived.

Well, lo and behold! There, on top of the rack of gay porn, staring straight at me was Julian Fantechi. Yes, Julian Fantechi, the guy I hailed as 2006 Man of the Year. Yes, Julian Fantechi the same well-chiselled body whose porn appearances in Playgirl and Men in August of last year and in Mandate this year have been, to my dismay, successfully able to elude me. And he was there, literally at my fingertips!

The issue wasn't Playgirl's June 2007 edition wherein the photoshoot in celebration of Julian's win as the magazine's own Man of the Year was featured. That, too, has eluded me. What was on sale was Playgirl's Special Edition No. 61, aptly titled Crown Jewels. The issue features the photo-spreads of the magazine's MOTY winners in the new millenium. In attendance (on the cover and in the inside pages) were Eddie Jamison (2000), Jean-Michel Villette (2001), Matt Kenney (2002), Shannon Fuller (2003), Rob Michaels (2004), Charles Dera (2005) and friends Derrick Davenport (2006) and Julian Fantechi (2007). [I wrote the last sentence from memory. Eat that.]

Buying the magazine was not a question, it was an imperative. After making the purchase (the seller gave me a mark-down price equivalent to $ 4.00 since I am a regular buyer) Iwent to the foodcourt, bought some food and settled down to some inadvisable skimming. I could not contain my excitement and anticipation. Immediately, I leafed through the magazine, taking care that the people around me will not see and be scandalized by my reading material. A hunk in baseball cap (think Andrew Wolff) sat two tables across and snacked on the wierd combination of chicharon (deep fried pork skin) and coffee but I paid him no attention. [Okay, I did check on him once in a while to see if he would also look my way. He was definitely straight. But one never really knows...]

From the range of 1 to 10, my libido shot up to an astounding 20 after I finished leafing through Crown Jewels. They were all there! And although I already have in my collection the magazines featuring the MOTY portfolios of six of the winner (save Rob and Julian), there was value added in this issue as it included some previously unpublished photographs. Wow!!! Instantly, it is one of my favorite issues. And one I will most cherish.

I must say that Playgirl really outdid itself with this issue. I was half-disappointed in the magazine's previous special editions as they contained nothing but reprints of previous issues (even the lay-outs are the same). But this issue is different. And definitely the best in the line.

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Earlier in the day, I was also able to find these pictures of favorite male model Will Devaughn (Must Blow 25). Not much skin is shown, but the photos overflow with attitude and sex appeal. This guy is burning hot!

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Must Blow 28: Adam Brody.

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He should have been "blown" here months ago as he is one of my favorite TV actors in the last two years. In fact, I have honored him here before by naming him as one of the Men of 2005, and again of 2006. He is one of only three (including Bel Ami's Lukas Ridgeston and Renato Amoroso) who has been accorded such humble acclaim.

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Adam Brody literally shot to instant Hollywood fame by playing the geek teen Seth Cohen in the just defunct TV show The OC. Although producers of the show intended the show for the teenage crowd, it banked on young actor Benjamin Mackenzie (Ryan Atwood) to bring in the screaming young girls crowd. To the surprise and delight of the network, it was Brody who pierced through the panties of these virgin viewers.

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The viewers' acceptance Brody's character in the show can be attributed to two virtues: amiability and empathy. Seth Cohen is easy to like. He was rich, geeky, witty, cute and good-hearted. One would expect that being an Orange County kid, he has grown into the "I'm privileged" mentality. But not so. When Sandy brought home Ryan and told the family that he will be living with them, Seth embraced him as a brother. Instantly. His parents did not even have to ask. And Seth never treated Ryan like a second-class family member at all. The accommodation was "mi casa es su casa", "mi familia es su familia". It still brings me tears whenever I watch the last episode of Season 1. I wanted to be there for Seth when he couldn't carry the loss of Ryan's parting.

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Not everyone is popular, comfortable or confident in high school. Not everyone partied with the jocks or cliqued with the crowd, or dated the prettiest girl on campus. Most were lost and isolated. A lot did not even want to be in school at all. And this is where Seth Cohen triumphed in the hearts and minds of the viewers. Seth Cohen was "me" and "us" in high school. He was the misunderstood, unappreciated, the outcast.

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On the other hand, the success of Seth Cohen is all Adam Brody. Sometimes the writing just isn't there for him as the show focused on the dynamics of Ryan and Sandy Cohen (Peter Gallagher) and the conflicts between Ryan and Marissa (the lovely Mischa Barton). But Adam Brody was always there for him, giving a consistent performance that has made the character a familiar friend or brother of our own households. Even with a deadpan delivery of a line or two, he steals the show.

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With the demiss of The OC from TV, I do not expect Brody to die with it. He is such a fine actor that I expect him to receive a handful of film offers. He was in Mr. and Mrs. Smith a couple of years ago and the film was better with him in it. He should stay away from TV, though. The cancellation of The OC was so abrupt that I do not think the audience is ready to see him assume anothe role. Or to accept that Seth Cohen is indeed gone from our weekly lives forever.

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To Bi For 15: Anne Curtis.

Local showbiz does not interest me much. I have friends in the industry (producers, directors, scriptwriters, talent agents and mangers, actors) and whenever we chat during lunch, dinner or coffee, I am inevitably updated of the latest showbiz gossips. In most cases, I get the latest babbles before they even hit the rumor-mill. Like Ogie and Regine's romance, Piolo's (and other actors') sexual preferences, which actors can be paid or pay for sex and who is most likely (or rigged) to be the winner in the many reality shows currently on TV. My friends also warn me which news is true, pure gimickry, or released by producers and managers for pure publicity. Most likely, I don't pass them on. I don't want to be a tool in any publicity campaign.

I also very very rarely watch local shows. Hardly anything, to my estimation, is worth my time. Scripts are, in most instances moronic. Generally, it is a waste of time and electricity.

My bias against local showbiz, however, has not deterred me from admiring some of the pretty and handsome personalities presently in this industry. I have featured or mentioned some of them in this blog. Upon review of my posts, I discovered that almost all of them are men (Sam Milby, Mike Tan, Mark Herras), save for the fairy-like beauty of Cindy Kurleto. It seems that affirmative action is necessary in order to provide equal representation for the pretty actresses of the country.

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After Cindy, the other actress who can easily keep me glued on the TV screen is Anne Curtis. She can really do this to me. Yes, even when the line she has to deliver in her soap does not make any sense. Or that her singing (or that of her partner) makes my ears bleed. I just place the TV on mute and then watch as she smiled onscreen, her eyes twinkled and then make a little movement so that I can see the trace of her little tushy in her tight skirt. She is as pretty as young actresses come nowadays. And I bet a year's salary that she is very hygienic and that she smells like a baby even after a day of shooting under the scorching sun.

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I was able to personally see Anne Curtis about a year or two ago. At that time, she was promoting her appearance in Uno, a local magazine that aims to rival FHM and Maxim. She was a very nice person and she smiled a lot, even after you know that it's been a long day for her.

I think that Anne is one who will be in the industry for a long time. She isn't much of an actress right now but she is a work in progress. Give her a few challenging roles and she can equal the youthful brilliance of her contemporary Bea Alonzo (another one of my crushes). And as I said, Anne is a very delightful eye candy. People will definitely take time out to see her on TV.

SpeciMen 07: Ethan Hawke, Cogie Domingo and Julian Fantechi.

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When I was in high school, Dead Poets Society was an unofficial part of the curriculum. One just had to watch it. Otherwise, it is like he missed high school itself. People talked about the movie a lot - in and out of the classroom, with their schoolmates or students from other schools during soirees and interactions. It was a cult film for teens and students. I guess it is still now.

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While the movie deals primarily with the moral and social confusion experienced by teenagers, a young male viewer wrestling with his own sexuality is forced to confront the issue in the dark of the movie house or auditorium. This is so because of the gorgeous cast of young actors that appeared in the film. Ethan Hawke, Robert Sean Leonard, Gale Hansen and Josh Charles. A gay or male teenager is bound to feel admiration or arousal stir within him. It was only a question of which among the cast.

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For me, the two guys who made me feel pleasantly uncomfortable while watching Dead Poets were Ethan Hawke and Josh Charles. They were both cute, boyish and neat ---the types that have always attracted me the same sex. Josh Charles' career did not quite take off after the movie. So it was Ethan Hawke whose career I got to follow.

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After the successful career launch provided by Dead Poets, Ethan Hawke became one of the busiest actors in Hollywood. He top-billed Alive (another film I saw a couple of times in high school), Reality Bites, Gattaca, Great Expectations, Before Sunrise and Before Sunset, among others. Peer recognition came with Training Day as he earned his first Academy Award nomination for best supporting actor. Along the way, he married and divorced the towering and talented Uma Thurman.

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Not very many know that outside his Hollywood persona, Ethan Hawke is an accomplished novelist. I was fortunate enough to come accross his first two writing ventures, The Hottest State and Ash Wednesday. Both, at their backbones, are love stories told from the point of view of the guys struggling to keep their relationships alive. Ultimately, these stories are about personal growth, survival and personal redemption. And Ethan Hawke succeeded in both these works. There isn't that many male writers who are exceptional in this genre. I can only think of Erich Segal, who published Love Story way back in 1970.

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The second guy to enter the ark today is Cogie Domingo. In local showbiz, it is very rare to find in one actor that perfect combination of movie star good looks and unparalleled talent. Two of our actors who embody this combination have been featured in this blog, Aga Muhlach and Albert Martinez. Cogie is without doubt a member of this elite club.

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Cogie first exhibited his extraordinary acting abilities in the film Death Row. In that movie, he played the role of Sonny, a minor who was sent to death row prison. In his young age, Sonny was exposed to the travesty of justice and injustice and the sub-human living conditions of people in jail. Cogie's performance was intense and rousing. Critics highly praised his performance.

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After his amazing turn in that film, it was unfortunate that Cogie had to play by the rules of local showbusiness. Thus, he appeared in teenybopper films such as Cool Dudes. His immense talent was likewise underutilized in such TV shows as Darna, Click and Joyride. Nevertheless, when he made films, his performances were duly noted by the critics. Urian -arguably the most credible award giving body- nominated him for best actor for the films Yakapin Mo ang Umaga (2000) and Anghel sa Lupa (2003).

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Cogie also did some modelling. He was the image model of a very popular local clothing line.

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Unusually for an actor, Cogie is not one to flaunt his celebrity status. He has been successful in drawing the boundary between his private and public life. I have never seen or heard him quarrel with another artist on air. And he doesn't also discuss his lovelife with the press.

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He took a hiatus for about two years. I do not know what he did during that time. But he is now back and I hope that producers begin to line up those plum roles for him to portray.

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No other person ---male or female--- has been featured in this blog more frequently than Julian Fantechi. I have not counted the number of times, but it must already have exceeded ten.

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I have named Julian as one of the best men of 2006, and ultimately my 2006 Man of the Year. It was only a matter of time before I ushered him into my SpeciMen elite list. Now seems to be the proper time.

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It was lust at first sight when I saw pictures of Julian. The encounter came in justusboys, a site that I frequent. A regular feature of the site is Eye Candy, which displays a sampler album of one hot guy (or two guys in action) each day. On that fateful day, Julian's photos from Bad Puppy were featured.

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It was lust at first sight. After all, what was there not to like? The handsome face, perfectly combed hair, winsome smile. The firm chest, bulging chest and arms, the lines that define his torso and abs. The thick and juicy cock, the creamy skin, the thick legs that are ready to envelope me anytime.

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Julian Fantechi is one of the most successful porn and body models in the last two years. Last year, he got the distinction of being the first man ever to be featured in the cover and centerfold of Playgirl and Men ---and in the same month (August). He has also appeared in a bevy of fitness magazine covers (including Men's Exercise) and romance novels.

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Julian is also one of the most visible models in the pages of Playgirl. He has appeared for no less than four times in the last twelve regular issues (five, if one includes his inclusion in Crown Jewels special edition). That was why it was no wonder that readers overwhelmingly voted for him as the magazine's own 2007 Man of the Year.

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In this blog, I have featured quite a number of pictures of Julian. For this entry, I have chosen to include his photos from justusboys/Bad Puppy. Just like the very first time that I laid my eyes on him.

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My Bedside Table.

I keep my reading materials on my bedside table. This is a practical matter, of course. I do most of my leisure reading at home, at night, trying to tire my eyes and lead them to sleep. I have them all stacked there - books, comics, magazines, porn, letter, news clippings, what have you. Whenever I needed someting to read, they are within arms length.

Last Saturday, I noticed that my pile of readings has become unusually high. I have about five unread comics, two Vanity Fair mags, one GQ mag, one Out magazine and at least five porn magazines. My porn supplier just arrived from her trip from the U.S., so I had quite a deluge of sleazy magazines.