November 16, 1998

Event: Gay Erotic Video Awards 1998










STORY AND PHOTOS BY VINCENT LAMBERT

The seventh-annual Gay Erotic Video Awards were held tonight at the Palace in Hollywood. The big winners included Three Brothers (Best Screenplay and Best Director for Gino Colbert and Sam Slam, Best Actor for Vince Rockland, Best Cum Shot for Paul Morgan, in addition to Best Oral Sex and Best Group Scene) and Falcon’s French Connections 1 and 2 (Best Video). Mike Branson took Best Top, and Brennan Foster won Best Bottom. Branson and Tom Chase got Best Erotic Scene for California Kings. Will Clark was given the Leo Ford Humanitarian Award, and John Travis was the Hall of Fame recipient. Among the presenters and guests: Alex Carrington; Doug Jeffries; Sam Crockett; Kyle Brandon; Alex Stone; Jackson Phillips; Joey Hart; Kurt Young; David Thompson; Grant Wood; Derek Cameron; Bo Garrett; Hawk McCallister; Steve Rambo; Derek Bishop; Dave Nelson; Drew Andrews; Chris Green; Andrew Lenox; Dino Phillips; Jim Steel; Mickey Skee; Geoffrey Karen Dior; Andrew Rosen; Mike Donner; Thor Stephans; Jerry Douglas; J.C. Adams; and others. Also seen (pictured above, from top): Ken Ryker; designer Thierry Mugler and Ken Ryker; Austin and Sam Dixon; Cole Tucker; Will Clark; Eric Evans; Jack Simmons (right) and friend; Steve O’Donnell; director Jerry Douglas and writer Preston Richie.

November 15, 1998

Event: Catalina/JumpStart Pool Party




PHOTOS BY VINCENT LAMBERT

The seventh-annual Gay Erotic Video Awards weekend fun continued with an intimate cocktail reception/pool party at the San Vicente Inn in West Hollywood. Thrown by Catalina Video and JumpStart Casting and Production, the bash celebrated this year’s nominees. Among the guests: Vince Harrington; Johnny Johnston; Zach Taylor; Tommy Cruise; Dean O’Connor; and Zak Richards. Also seen (pictured above, from top): Joshua Scott and Will Clark; Steve Rambo; Will and columnist J.C. Adams.

November 14, 1998

Event: Chi Chi LaRue’s Birthday Party 1998











STORY AND PHOTOS BY VINCENT LAMBERT

Directix Chi Chi LaRue threw her annual birthday bash in West Hollywood tonight. Held at Close UP Studios, the party coincided with the seventh-annual Gay Erotic Video Awards on Monday. Two camera crews—one from England’s Channel 4 shooting a documentary about LaRue, the other filming for Men of Odyssey’s Hard Body 2000 series—captured the sultry doings. The large space, which was a converted film studio, was decorated especially for the occasion with elegant black draperies and silver streamers. But more decorative was the crowd, which included a virtual who’s who of glittery porn stars. Among the guests (pictured above, from top): Ken Ryker; Vince Rockland; Christopher Scott; Derek Cameron; Dean O’Connor; Sam Dixon and David Thompson; Sam Crockett and Max Grand; Sharon Kane; Andrew Lennox and Kyle Brandon; and Joey Hart. Also seen: Chris Green; Grant Wood; Nick DiMartino and Zak Richards; Cole Tucker; Marcus Iron; Hawk McCallister; Mickey Skee; John Rutherford; Lana Luster; Jackson Reid; J.C. Adams; Peter Logan; Alex Carrington; Cole Tucker; Lex Kyler; Eduardo and Sam Carson; Matt Bradshaw; Doug Jeffries; Geoffrey Karen Dior; Austin Black; Alex Stone; Kurt Young; Seth Black; Jamoo; and many others. When things got too hot to handle, the fire marshal showed up to shut down the party (for overcrowding)—leaving the revelers all dressed up with no place to go!

June 28, 1998

Movie Review: Fluid



BY VINCENT LAMBERT

Directors: Bruce Cam and Robert Kirsch.
Cast: Tony Zerega, Doug Jeffries, Joe Magno, James West, Richard Reyes, Thom Baron, Vinnie Rocko, Talvin DeMachio, Scott Neely.

The men of Titan Media's latest release, Fluid, don't waste their time cruising gay bars in search of hot men. Instead, they simply jump in their speedboats and cruise the waters of a quiet lake in Northern California. Soon, the hunks are practically jumping upstream! The action starts as musclestud Tony Zerega boards Doug Jeffries’ houseboat and begins sucking his dick. (These guys don't waste their time on useless chatter either; there is barely a word of dialogue throughout the film.) Before you know it, they're enjoying a hot fuck session in broad daylight. Back on dry land, sexy newcomers Joe Magno and James West lay down a blanket in a lakeside forest and get wild amid the wildlife. They trade blowjobs, and West pins Magno against a tree before riding him in the dirt. But the titans at Titan are no fools; they decided to save the best for last. Hunky Talvin DeMachio (pictured above) and Scott Neely emerge from a raging waterfall then climb every mountain for a scorching suck-and-fuck free-for-all. Although he's compactly built, DeMachio is shaping up to be one of the hottest new porn pups on the scene. He's got a dark, smoldering quality and performs with ease—and he has the best abs in the business. Fluid gives these boys of summer a chance to show what they've got, and it just might leave some viewers sopping wet. (Titan Media)

Reprinted from
HX magazine (1998)

May 12, 1998

Movie Review: Man Watch


BY VINCENT LAMBERT

Director:
Gino Colbert.
Cast: Derek Cameron, Jake Taylor, Brenden Knight, Sean Dickson, Anthony Gallo, Tad Long, Eric Hamilton, Bobby Golden, Will Clark, Justin Side.

In the press material that accompanies his latest release, director Gino Colbert says that his intention was to capture “real men and raw sex.” Well, he has more than accomplished his goal. Man Watch follows the formula that Colbert has perfected over the past couple of years. First, in one-on-one interview segments, we get to know a bit about the hot studs he has tracked down. Then, we get to see them have sex. Brenden Knight and Sean Dickson start things off with a bang. Knight reminisces about how he got into the porn industry (following some escort work in Las Vegas), and Dickson admits that he gets off on being watched as he engages in sex. He picked the right job! These two are soon embroiled in a steam locker-room tryst, complete with jock-sniffing, sucking and fucking. There is also much loud slurping, which can be enjoyed to the utmost because Colbert doesn’t bother with annoying background music. He wants viewers to be able to hear the real sounds of sex. So listen up! The next scene provides a study in contrasts as leather daddy Anthony Gallo brings home major dork Tad Long, who says that he’s from Fargo, North Dakota. Long gives Gallo a killer blowjob, and then, for a surprise twist, he ends up playing top man. And the nerd never once removes his wire-rimmed glasses and polo shirt! But Colbert saves the best for third, this is when hairy Jake Taylor meets up with grease monkey Derek Cameron, who has been attempting to repair his car. When he doesn’t succeed, Taylor forces the supposed mechanic to blow him, then flips him over and fucks him. On-screen sex doesn’t get much hotter than this. These guys sweat and strain until they both deliver abundant loads on Cameron’s perfect chest. Whew! This scene and movie are keepers. As long as Colbert continues to deliver men this hot, we’ll be only too happy to watch. (New Age Pictures)

Reprinted from
HX magazine (1998)

April 3, 1998

Movie Review: Hand of Fate



BY VINCENT LAMBERT

Director: Derek Kent.
Cast: Richie Fine, Drew Andrews, Rod Barry, Casey Morgan, Michael Rivera, Chris Rock, Troy Ryder, Sandy Sloane, Aaron Wilde.

Porn stardom seems to be in the cards for newcomer Richie Fine, and the latest release from Studio 2000 gives him a chance to show his stuff—in and out of clothes. In Hand of Fate, Fine plays Raymond, a wannabe actor who is stuck in a bad relationship with Darren, a sleazy businessman. Poor Ray even has to coax Darren into having sex with him. One look at Fine’s taut torso and big dick, and you’ll wonder whether the guy’s crazy, too! When his friends force him to go our for a night on the town, Raymond meets up with Bevan Ramsey (Troy Ryder), a psychic who reads his tarot cards and attempts to give him the strength to leave his cheating lover. When the session is over, Ramsey decides to have his way with Raymond’s friends—and the butler (sexy Drew Andrews) even joins in for good measure. The ensuing fourway is one of the film’s hottest scenes, as these men take turns sucking and fucking one another. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Darren arrives with another new discovery, Brad (Rod Barry), and Raymond realizes that he must leave for good. But not before man-stealer Barry drags home a trick (Casey Morgan) and does him in the guest bedroom. Barry also turns out to be a scene stealer as he delivers some of the film’s funniest and bitchiest dialogue in campy Mommie Dearest fashion. Raymond ultimately finds his way out of this losing situation and into the arms of a good-looking stranger (Sandy Sloane). Along the way, we are treated to many lingering close-ups of a sad or pensive Fine, who handles his leading role with sensitivity and a minimum of wooden line readings. More important, this superstar-waiting-to-happen is never at a loss for wood. (Studio 2000)

Reprinted from HX magazine (1998)

March 13, 1998

Porn Star Interview: Jeff Stryker









STORY AND TOP PHOTO BY VINCENT LAMBERT

On a busy street in North Hollywood, behind a locked gate and windows draped with cloth so passersby can’t see inside, lies the headquarters for Jeff Stryker’s J.S. Grand Productions. As the morning traffic whizzes by, a black stretch limo that bears a “This vehicle is protected by Smith & Wesson” sign is being washed in the California sun. After numerous rings of the buzzer, one of the few male superstars to emerge from the gay-porn industry appears at the gate. “I didn’t hear ya,” Stryker says in the sexy drawl that has burned up movie screens for more than a decade. Dressed in motorcycle boots, gray sweatpants and a denim shirt, he leads the way into the suite of offices, where video boxes, posters and various products bearing his image line the walls.

As his assistant plunks away at a computer, Stryker peers out the window and checks on his freshly scrubbed limo then prepares to go out for breakfast. Even moving about the office, the diminutive actor displays much of the star quality that put him at the top of the porn heap, but none of the attitude that often goes with it.

“He’s still a down-to-earth country boy,” says Gino Colbert, who co-directed him in his latest film, Jeff Stryker’s Underground. “He just happens to have a humongous cock.”

Later, at an outdoor café down the road, Stryker lights up the first of many cigarettes and orders eggs Benedict. He is eager to talk about the movie that has put him back in the spotlight.

“It’s a superhot feature,” he says with pride. “I feel Underground stands out like a black sheep among white. My objective was to put out the best product I could. It’s a quality picture with major production values, and the sex is incredibly hot.” For someone who’s been making porn films since the mid-’80s, you’d think that Stryker would be jaded by now, but his enthusiasm proves that he is anything but. “I think a good fuck is always a good fuck,” he says. “You have a good fuck once and it’s good the next time, even if you do the same thing. It only gets better.”

And he should know. The superendowed superstar is world renowned for his work in the porn industry—in both gay and straight films. He was even recently presented with a lifetime achievement award by RuPaul on her VH1 show. But being recognized for his impressive body of work is a far cry from Stryker’s humble beginnings. He was born in Springfield, Illinois, a place he call “a typical, boring Midwestern town.” When asked to describe himself as a child, Stryker replies with a laugh, “I was a hellion—to the bone.”

He grew up in a large family with three brothers and four sisters. His parents divorced when he was 14, and young Jeff was sent off to an all-boys military academy in Mexico, Missouri. But any fantasies of the future screen stud in the showers with his fellow classmates can quickly be put to rest. Stryker remembers the school as a place where severe punishment awaited boys who experimented sexually and one meal a day included a liberal dose of saltpeter. “There wasn’t a whole lot of sexual appetite on campus,” Stryker deadpans.

Returning to Springfield, he viewed his two main options in life as jail or suicide. “All my friends that I hung out with are either in prison or dead,” Stryker says. “There was no opportunity. They prepped you for a life of nothing.” But his chiseled good looks and buffed physique soon offered an alternate path. He went to a photographer seeking legitimate modeling work and ended up doing some nudes. The rest is history. Director John Travis, who was at Catalina at the time, saw the pictures and decided that Stryker was a star just waiting to happen. “I was putty in his hands,” Stryker says of his early years in Los Angeles. “John Travis single-handedly created me. He saw that I had the boyish looks, the big dick and the personality to make it, and that I was going to dedicate my life to this.”

Stryker goes on to describe a “three-year building process,” in which he starred in such films as Powertool, Bigger Than Life and Stryker Force, and honed the Stryker mystique. He also learned everything he could about the porn industry. But after working for various studios and directors, Stryker found himself in a contract dispute with Matt Sterling, founder of Huge Video. “I wanted a brand-new Corvette written into my deal, and he said no,” Stryker recalls. “So I went and made my own movie, Powerfull II. They knew that at some point I’d want to take control. It was a scary thing to do, but I went from making $400 a week to $4,000. So it was worth it.”

Within a few short years, Stryker had made the leap from working in front of the camera to dealing with every aspect of running his own business. He says that it took years of study and dedication to learn about advertising, promotion, distribution and mail order, but it was all part of achieving his goal in life. “When I was a kid, I saw John Holmes,” Stryker says. “He was the big name, and I thought, ‘If a guy this ugly can get in there with just having a big dick, then I’m going to go and sweep the nation,’ and I did. At the time, it was the only avenue I felt I had. It was what I was meant to do, otherwise something else would have come up, but it never did.” He pauses to take a drag on his cigarette. “I just thank God I went for my dream.”

Back at the office, the phone rings incessantly and Stryker lights some incense and settles behind his desk. When asked about his personal life, he hesitates, then says, “I keep very hidden away.” He also hedges on the matter of his sexual orientation. “I say that I am universal. I am sex.” He does admit that he is not in a relationship at this time. “It’s kind of hard when you’re traveling all over the world. When I started in this industry, I dedicated my life to it. I basically married it.”

However, there is a relationship in his life that Stryker is dedicated to: the one with his seven-year-old son, Joe. “He’s a fabulous kid—good-looking, great personality, says, ’yes, sir,’ and ‘no, sir.’ And I’m his sole caretaker.” The actor has been in constant court battles with the boy’s mother, a woman he says he saw only four times. She has recently relinquished all parental rights, and Stryker says that she is out of their lives. Although he has few kind words for her, he doesn’t seem embittered by the experience, just happy with what it produced. “I enjoy raising my son. I just provide a normal childhood. I protect him in every way I can.”

And does Joe know what Dad does for a living?

“He thinks I’m a businessman, and that is really all I ever want him to know. By the time he’s 15 or 16, I’ll be doing something besides this is to balance it out.”

Although he declines to give his age (“If you want to use your imagination, I’m 28”), the thirtysomething actor is aware that those days of doing something else are drawing nearer. “I constantly think about aging,” he admits. “I’m okay with it, but there will come a point in time when I shouldn’t be in front of a camera. That way, everything that is documented on video will be beautiful. That is my objective—and to leave a good-looking corpse,” he laughs.

In the meantime, Stryker keeps busy with personal appearances worldwide and, of course, his business. He is planning a new version of his best-selling “Realistic” dildo, which will be truer to its name. (The original added an extra inch in length.) And there is Jeff Stryker’s Underground to promote. Occasionally, he and his son slip off to their 300-acre estate in rural Missouri to do some fishing. But the man Jeff Stryker still doesn’t seem satisfied with what the star Jeff Stryker has accomplished. “I’m still in there trying,” he says. “Sometime, at the end, I’ll look back and realize what it was like, but right now I’m still going. I’m still trying to achieve and grow. I continue to build—and for what I don’t know yet. There has to be a purpose and reason that I’ve been gifted by the world.”

Just then, the phone rings again and Stryker excuses himself to answer it. His voice shifts into a flat monotone as he dutifully answers questions about his new movie and then proceeds to take an order. When he hangs up, the world’s most gifted porn star smiles and shakes his head. “I have to disguise my voice, or my fans will freak out if they know it’s me!”

Reprinted from HX magazine (1998)