Porn Star Interview: Chad Hunt

BY VINCENT LAMBERT

Newcomer Chad Hunt has made a splash in the porn world thanks in large part to his large endowment. But we like him because he is that rarity among porn stars: a New Yorker. The 27-year-old Ohio native has been working steadily in the industry (14 movies in the past six months) but refuses to relocate to the porn capital, Los Angeles. “I’m more of a New York boy,” Hunt says. He got his start in movies such as Fire Island Cruising and Top to Bottom for model-turned-director Michael Lucas. Since then he has worked on In Gear with Chi Chi LaRue and Falcon Studios’ The Other Side of Aspen 5, among others. We caught up with Hunt on the eve of his departure for his premier engagement at the Nob Hill Theatre in San Francisco.

Okay, let’s talk size. How big is it?
Oh, about 10 x 7 cut. Usually in this business you use your best asset, so that is what I am known for. I wish it were otherwise. I wish it were because I was hot! [Laughs]
When did you first know you had a big dick?
I always thought I had a small one. I was a late bloomer. I was 16 and hadn’t gone through puberty yet. People made fun of me. I used to lie in bed and pray for a big one. Then when I was 17, I grew and grew. It worked!
Is it true that a dildo is being made of you?
Yes, John Rutherford of Falcon asked me to do a dildo. We just signed the contracts.
Do you know how it will be made?
Well, my dick goes in a tube, and I have to stay hard for five minutes while they pour casting material over it.
Sounds like fun.
I may have to do Viagra for that one. [Laughs]
So, how did you get into the industry?
Ever since I was young, I found that guys always want to give me money—whether it was for dancing or escorting or whatever. So when I met Michael Lucas through the photographer Chuck in New York, it seemed like a good way for me to make money.
What did you do before getting into porn?
I was a certified preschool teacher.
How did you get your porn name?
Chad is a name I always used for dancing. And for a last name, I tried to think of one that could be used in a title, in case I became a big star—like Hunting for the Perfect Fit or something. Because not many people can take my dick.
Tell us about your most memorable on-screen performance.
That would be with Anthony Ferrat in Fire Island Cruising, when I gave him a beer bottle douche and he squirted it back on me.
And your most memorable real-life performance?
Well, I could tell you about a time in the Ramble in Central Park with my boyfriend, Kevin, and another guy. [Laughs]
Do you have a favorite co-star?
I like Enrico Vega. He’s easy to work with.
Favorite sex act?
I love to get good head and eat ass.
Are you excited about performing live at the Nob Hill?
Yeah, but I don’t know what to expect. I hear it can get pretty wild there.
Any long-term goals?
Well, I’d like to milk this porn thing while I am still considered good eye candy. I wouldn’t want to be a schmuck and keep doing this when no one wants to see me. But before that, I’d like to do as many movies as possible. Just to have that thrill. Then I’d like to go back to school.
Would you ever consider moving to L.A.?
Nah, I like Puerto Ricans, Latins, banjee boys. You just can’t get that in L.A.

Reprinted from HX magazine (2001)

Movie Review: Steal the Night

BY VINCENT LAMBERT

Director: Chi Chi LaRue.
Cast: Matt Skyler, Joey Hart, Marco Antonio, Nino Bacci, Doug Jeffries, Lee Driver, Dale Summer, Patrick Allen.

In Steal the Night, Matt Skyler plays a horny houseboy who spies on his guests and even steals their used condoms and underwear. Director Chi Chi LaRue maintains the usual Jocks Studios high standards with good production values, lighting, sets and of course, hot guys. And while Skyler does his best to live up to his leading-man status (taking both a fist and a huge dildo up his butt), only a very verbal Doug Jeffries manages to make much of an impression. The rest of the buffed-and-fluffed cast seems to blend into one another. Only the feverish fourgy finale heats up the proceedings and saves this from being standard-issue porn.(Jocks)

Reprinted from Adult Video News magazine (2001)

On the Set Report: Manhattan Sex Party

BY VINCENT LAMBERT

“Do you have what it takes to be an MSR sex pig?” reads a banner at the Lure, a leather bar in the meat-packing district of New York City. This is exactly what Los Angeles–based MSR Video has come to town to find out. There, amid the cigars, flannel and chaps, co-directors Tony Alizzi and Jack Francis work the crowd, hoping to find some fresh talent for the sex-party video they are filming one weekend in early February. “We’re looking for a certain gritty New York mentality,” Alizzi says. “New York is a melting pot,” Francis chimes in, “and that is what we want this movie to be about.”

As the Lure fills up with its usual assortment of manly men, several tentatively approach the MSR table and inquire about the shoot. The adventurous ones fill out a form asking for their vital statistics, including cock size. Then they are taken to a private area to be photographed. The following day the co-directors will interview the most promising candidates.

Three days later, on the other side of town, Alizzi and crew arrive at El Mirage, an underground sex club in the East Village. (Francis has returned to L.A. for emergency foot surgery following a fall.) It is 8am, and they begin to set up the scenery and lights. The cast of 22 guys begins to gather to shoot the main orgy sequence. Most of the models pass right by the muffins, fruit and energy bars that have been laid out for them. Well-known performers such as Max Grand, Jack Simmons, Chad Hunt, Michel Mattel, Gabriel Cortez, and Rick Allen mingle with many newcomers and first-timers (four of whom were discovered at the Lure talent search).

Still photographer Chuck sets up his equipment and begins doing glamour shots of the leads. By 11am, the filming is ready to begin. Cortez is casually draped in a sling, and Hunt is getting blown by Grand, but many of the models mill around, not quite sure what or whom to do. Alizzi surveys the two monitors (although there are three cameras) and decides to reorganize the action. He splits the guys into two decidedly A and B groups. Most of the well-known models gather in the front, while the remainder, about eight guys, are relegated to a back corner. One unexpected star of the A group turns out to be a certain masked man named Guy, who confesses that he has a “real career as a modern dancer” and cannot risk showing his face. But this doesn’t stop him from showing everything else, including his perfect body and huge cock.

The action continues for about 40 minutes when Alizzi calls for a break. The guys drink water and smoke cigarettes. Simmons clowns around, donning Guy’s black leather mask and strutting about with an oversize black dildo. But there is no time for fun—the shoot is on a tight schedule as the sex club must be open for business that night. After a few minutes, the guys are repositioned, new partners are chosen and it is back to work.

Alizzi paces, asking for “more verbal commands” from the group. They moan and offer a few “Fuck that ass!” type responses. While a Will Clark look-alike attempts his first cum shot, Carlos Morales sucks Grand and Hunt through adjacent glory holes. Meanwhile, Coral Sands, another newcomer who doesn’t want his handsome face seen (he is also legit), goes behind a curtain and gets his pierced dick sucked through a hole by Cortez.

Soon it is time for cum shots. “This is when I feel like an expectant mother,” Alizzi whispers. Following a few hours of work, several members of the B group begin leaving the set and dressing. They have only been paid for a half day, and it is already about 1:30pm. Lunch has arrived (cold-cut platters, salads and rolls), but most of the guys are too busy to eat.

By 3pm everything has been shot, and the film is wrapped. (Some location scenes of the models on subways and in taxis were filmed in Times Square the previous night.) The remaining guys dress and snack on leftovers. Checks are written, and the crew begins cleaning up. “I can’t believe we finished early and underbudget,” Alizzi says with amazement. “I was going for the feel of the classic Joe Gage movie Closed Set, and I think we got it.” He looks at the food and realizes that he hasn’t eaten anything all day. “I’m gonna make a baloney sandwich with potato chips on it,” Alizzi says. “I always used to eat that as a kid.” It’s a well-deserved treat for a hard-working porn director.

Reprinted from Adult Video News magazine (2001)

Movie Review: Fire Island Cruising

BY VINCENT LAMBERT

Director: Michael Lucas
Cast: Chad Hunt, Enrico Vega, Anthony Ferrat, Kyle Krystoff, Phillipe Siren, Michael Rock, Nico Arroyo, Mitch Ryder, Michael Lucas

The seventh release from Lucas Entertainment goes behind the sand dunes of New York’s mythic gay summer resort. Former Falcon exclusive Michael Lucas has reinvented himself as a prolific producer/director, and Fire Island Cruising is his latest offering. He also serves as narrator—linking the plotlines together with his heavily accented voice-over—and appears in a solo jerk-off scene.

In the opening, we learn that the handsome Russian native has taken a job on a boat that ferries fags out to Fire Island. While cruising the beach, Lucas happens upon superstar discovery Chad Hunt, who sports an amazing Jeff Stryker look-alike cock. Hunt invites Lucas to a poolside orgy, but Lucas leaves before the fun begins. Luckily beefy Enrico Vega, hunky Michael Rock, and several others hang out long enough to get off.

However, Lucas saves the best for last: Hunt and Anthony Ferrat’s strenuous outdoor encounter, which includes a golden shower with a beer-enema chaser (mail-order version only). Newcomer Hunt is hung huge and fucks like a dream. In fact, the entire cast is a nice mix of multiracial, tattooed, pierced, uncut hotties. These sexy boys of summer will have you thinking about getting wild on the beach regardless of the season. (Lucas Entertainment)

Reprinted from Unzipped magazine (2000)

Movie Review: Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell!

BY VINCENT LAMBERT

Directors: Tony Alizzi and Jack Francis.
Cast: Cole Tucker, Jason Branch, Steve Cassidy, Thom Barron, Blake Harper, Chad Johnson, Tuck Johnson, Logan Reed, Matt Bradshaw, Anthony DeAngelo, Cameron Cruise.

MSR’s new release Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell! tackles the big issue of gays in the military from the perspective of an insider. Cole Tucker (pictured, top) plays a colonel who is called before a grand jury to determine the effectiveness of President Clinton’s inane “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy. In the course of the proceedings, Tucker reveals his personal experiences and, in a dramatic high point, is ultimately outed on the stand by attorney Jason Branch.

But the thrilling courtroom theatrics are nothing compared to the stunning sex scenes that play out as Tucker testifies. In flashbacks, we see buff Tuck Johnson performing a major knob job on the major knob of Thom Barron. Then there’s the amazing tearoom trio of veteran Chad Johnson (still beautifully hairy and built to last), Matt Bradshaw (also back and a bit beefier than before) and the cock-hungry Blake Harper. But this isn’t the only hot threeway. Branch’s own dirty deeds are exposed in a surprise video that Tucker screens in the courtroom. It it, Branch does his duty with Logan Reed and Steve Cassidy. All of which leads up to an epic barroom orgy, with Tucker in full glory, puffing on his cigar and talking trash as only he can. This is an eight-man free-for-all that is the perfect capper to an exceptional film that mixes the political and the personal to great effect.

From its gripping script by Tony Alizzi to the top-notch direction by Alizzi and Jack Francis, Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell! is about as good as gay porn gets. (MSR Video)

Reprinted from Adult Video News magazine (2000)

Porn Star Interview: Eric Hanson

BY VINCENT LAMBERT

It is the weekend of the GAYVN Awards in Los Angeles, and Eric Hanson is running late. He turns up at the West Hollywood studio of photographer Dean Keefer a bit behind schedule after getting lost on the way. But it’s no big deal for the easygoing, soft-spoken star of such films as French Connections, California Kings and Summer Reunion. He is in town to serve as a presenter at the awards and to shoot scenes for his first film in more than a year, Studio 2000’s The Size of It. As he digs into his breakfast (two protein bars), Hanson strips off his T-shirt and settles his 5-foot-11, 175-pound frame into a chair to be prepped for the photo shoot. For the 26-year-old Gemini, who was a Falcon exclusive for two years, the world of porn is more a hobby than anything else. And even though he has left Falcon, the studio recently issued the Eric Hanson Supercock dildo so the entire world can enjoy his ample gifts. As Hanson gossips about the awards and his adventures in L.A., his buff body and Italian good looks make it clear why he is still one of porn’s few new superstars.

So, is this your big comeback?
No, it’s not a comeback. It didn’t even seem like any time passed. It was only a year.
So, what have you been up to?
Just working. Getting caught up in my life and where I live. I didn’t even think about porn.
How did you get started in the industry in the first place?
A talent scout came to a club, the Copa, in Fort Lauderdale.
Is that where you are from? Florida?
Yeah. I was there hanging out at this club. Someone came up and said, “Hey, wanna be a model?” I was like, “Okay.” They didn’t tell me what it was for. I was with a friend of mine, and they wanted both of us. We both flew out to L.A. the next weekend.
Who was the friend?
I can’t even think of his porn name. He only did one movie.
And so they asked you to do a movie?
Yeah, and then Falcon signed me as an exclusive for a couple of years.
Did you have any qualms about doing gay porn?
I was a little nervous, but to me it was no big deal.
Were you gay? Are you gay?
I would say more bi, but now more gay.
How old were you?
I was 23.
And what was the first movie?
The Freshmen.
What do you remember about your first scene?
I remember a big black cock that was coming at me (laughs), and I ran for the hills.
And who was it attached to?
Jack Simmons. And they said, “This is what you are getting fucked by.” And if I knew then what I know now, I wouldn’t have done it. It took like three hours just to get the head in! (laughs) They don’t train you or teach you or show you what to do. You are just flown to L.A., taken to a set, and they say, “Okay, get a hard-on and have sex.” And if you’re the bottom, it’s even worse. They just tell you to bend over.
And that was your only bottoming experience onscreen?
Yeah, all that douching is just too much work. (laughs)
What is your favorite thing to do onscreen?
Um, giving head. Like in the new movie, The Size of It, my scene with Jeremy Tucker went really well.
Is he your type?
I like tall, dark and handsome—Italians, Latins—and hairy. I like very natural men. I don’t like all that clipped hair you see in South Beach. I like a guy who’s a guy. I like dominant guys, real men.
Do you have a boyfriend?
Well, I have someone special in my life. No one really knows, but we’ve been together a long time.
Really? How long have you been together?
Two days. (laughs) Hey, you’re talking gay relationships here. Two days is a long time; a whole 48 hours to put up with someone’s shit. (laughs) No, I am very happy.
So, how many movies have you done?
About six or seven.
Do you have a favorite?
I would say French Connections because of the traveling and being in Paris and the guy I worked with [Antonio Romano]. Plus, out of the whole month I was there, I only worked about three days. It was like a complete vacation. And I had never been out of the country before, so it was great.
Do you have a favorite scene partner?
Kurt Stefano was really good to work with in Summer Reunion. That was a really hot scene.
Do you remember the first time you jerked off?
Yeah, I was watching my best friend take a shower in his house. I was 15. He had one of those clear shower curtains, and I could see through a crack in the door. He was beating off in the shower, and I was beating off outside and he didn’t know.
Did you think you were gay then?
No, I was just being sexual. I didn’t even know the term “gay” or “lesbian.” I was just turned on.
Did you jerk off a lot as a teenager?
I remember jerking off three or four times a day.
Did you use any special technique? Any lubricant?
No, I did it dry ’cause I have loose foreskin. That was my natural lube.
Do you still do it?
Oh yeah, of course. When someone is not around to help out.
Does your family know about your work?
I’m close to my mom. She’s knows everything. She’s not stupid. My mom figures me out like anybody’s mother knows their son. They can read your eyes, your emotions. They know when you lie. I told her about the magazines and she said, “Go for it. Can I show my friends?” I said, “Ma!” And she said, “Well, I’ve seen it all before.” And I said, “Yeah, when I was two years old. It’s a little bigger now!” (laughs)
So, how big is it now?
It’s nine by six.
And now there is the Eric Hanson dildo.
I know. Isn’t that weird? I did [the mold] a while ago, but it is just coming out now.
Do you watch your own movies?
Never.
Do you watch any porn?
Actually, I watch straight porn. I don’t get off on gay porn.
Is there anyone special you’d like to work with?
Yeah, I want to work with Mason Jarr and Marco Rossi. They’re hot.
So, do you consider this a career?
No, I sell real estate in Florida for a living. If anyone needs a house… (laughs)
Do you get recognized a lot?
No one ever approaches me in Miami, maybe because there are so many people there who do porn. It’s strange, but I get noticed more in L.A.
Do guys who hit on you know who you are?
The guys I go after, it’s a world they’re not interested in. But I do tell them eventually.
And do they ever have a problem with it?
No. Actually, I tried to get rid of a few people that way! (laughs) But it didn’t work. I was waiting for them to grab their keys and run, and they didn’t. And I’m like, “Shit, what else can I say?” (laughs)
What would you like to do onscreen that you haven’t done already?
They wanted me to bottom again, and I wasn’t ready. I am still a top. I would bottom again with the right costar.
Is there any special fantasy you’d like to act out?
I would love to be gang-banged by an entire football team—right there on the field, right during half-time. And televised! (laughs) That would be hot. They could shoot their loads all over me—totally flood me.
Would you say you’re an exhibitionist?
No.
But you said on TV!
You said fantasy! (laughs) In real life, I am very shy.
What is the best sex you’ve ever had?
There’s a big cable company near where I live, and I got fucked in a huge satellite dish. It was hot. And the whole thing was covered with lube, and we couldn’t get out because we kept slipping. It was really funny. We kept sliding back to the center. (laughs)
What are your plans for the future?
Just to do what I am doing now. Having a happy, quiet life.
And what is a happy life for Eric Hanson?
Very simple—being in love, being comfortable, having the things I want, helping my family, supporting a local charity. That’s happiness.

Reprinted from All-Man magazine (2000)

Movie Review: Head Coach

BY VINCENT LAMBERT

Director: Brad Austin.
Cast: Jake Summers, Tuck Johnson, Erik York, Sam Burton, Lee Hassalo, Hans Ebson, Kirk Van Buren, Scott Spears, Graham.

It seems like anyone can be a porn star nowadays. Short, overweight and balding Jake Summers is the unlikely star of Head Coach, Catalina’s latest tale of sex, jockstraps and videotape. Summers plays a horny coach who fools around with his students. When they catch him in the act, the “kids” decide to videotape it and show the evidence to his also horny assistant (Erik York), who happens to lust after the coach himself. While most of the shaved and plucked cast looks old enough to be teachers at this school instead of students, supercuties Tuck Johnson and Hans Ebson almost make up for it as a couple of frustrated wrestlers. But their oral-only pairing is marred by low energy and uninspired performances. Much like the rest of this sorry crew. Only the bad elevator music is worse than the acting and casting. (Catalina)

Reprinted from Adult Video News magazine (2000)