Guest Post & Giveaway: Jacob Z. Flores – What is the allure of gay porn?

Hello, everyone! My name is Jacob Z. Flores, and I’m thrilled to be back here at Babes in Boyland. My last visit with M.J., Piper, and Melanie was back in April, and I had a good time being interviewed by the babes here in Boyland. They asked some tough questions, but we had a great time. There was even an alcoholic beverage or three. 🙂 

Why am I back today? Besides wanting another drink? Yes, I know. I get thirsty. A lot.

Well, I’m here promoting my latest release, When Love Takes Over, which is the first book of my Provincetown Series from Dreamspinner Press.

I thought for today’s topic, I’d chat about why so many of us find gay porn so darn alluring. Now, don’t be shy. I know I’m not the only one out there who thinks some of those porn stars are yummylicious, so don’t get all shy on me. You know you like it too; otherwise, you wouldn’t be here at Babes in Boyland reading m/m fiction. Or trying to clear out your browser history before your kids get on the computer.

So just what makes gay porn so alluring?

Reason #1—They have hot bodies

Yeah, I know. That’s pretty obvious. But it still needs to be said.

Those guys work out, and it shows. They have hard chiseled pecs, six-pack abs, broad shoulders, bulging biceps, tight butts, well-toned legs, and let’s not forget the meat they are packing. Wow!

They are certainly fine specimens of male physique that make you want to sink your teeth into their grade-A beef.

Okay, now I’m, uh, hungry.

Reason #2—They have animalistic sex

Again, not a very surprising answer, but I think it’s one of the reasons we enjoy gay porn so much. I’m not saying that hetero porn isn’t primal, but there’s just something different about two guys rutting around with each other that makes gay porn so hot!

Maybe I just watch the good stuff, but I have yet to come across (no pun intended) a truly bad porn video. Sure, the dialogue can be awful, if there is any. And the acting isn’t exactly Oscar-worthy, but when they get down to business, it’s on like Donkey Kong!

I think that’s what attracts so many of us to gay porn. Who doesn’t love watching two hot men go at it like bulls in heat? I know I do! The beast-like quality of the sex is so captivating that it leaves us panting for more and more and more. Because deep down, that’s the kind of sex we really want to have. Mind blowing, Oh-my-god-I-can’t-remember-my-own-name sex. And that’s the kind of sex that we’re treated to with gay porn.

Reason #3—They aren’t afraid to dominate

I think that watching one man dominate another is quite the draw to gay porn. Men are supposed to be powerful and strong, and watching a strong, hot-bodied man assert his dominance over another man, well, it just melts my butter.

All of us, man or woman, enjoy being dominant in bed. We get off on having our partner succumb to our sexual wishes, of showing that we are the king (or queen) of this mount. It makes us feel powerful and naughty, which is a heady combination. In gay porn, we get to see one man consensually take what he wants from another without embarrassment or apology. How hot is that?

Reason #4—They aren’t afraid to be submissive

Just as we enjoy dominating our partners, there are times when we like to turn tail, so to speak. Gay porn has that. One man dominates, and one man submits. They may even take turns, and I think this is one of the major draws to gay porn. Unlike most straight men/porn, gay men understand being submissive sexually, a role often only delegated to women in the straight world.

Gay men know what it’s like to give and to receive, and having that duality play out on screen is quite the turn on. As I said before, men are strong and powerful, but it’s titillating to watch that same strong and powerful man give up his bounty for the taking to another man.

To both dominate and submit to a hot-bodied man for an animalistic romp is just too good to pass up. At least for me.

So, there you have it. These are my four reasons why I think gay porn is so alluring. But why have I been talking about this?

 Excellent question!

 It just so happens that my latest book, When Love Takes Over, has a porn star as one of the main characters. Van Pierce, whose porn alter ego is Hart Throb, loves his job and the sex. He escapes into the fantasy it provides, and it keeps his too easily broken heart safe.

But when Van meets Zach, a struggling author who’s visiting the Cape, the reality of true love puts his fantasy life on pause.

Before I go, I wanted to thank everyone who read this post as well as thank my gracious hosts, M.J., Piper, and Melanie.

For those interested, I have included a blurb and an excerpt below. Additionally, as part of my blog tour I’m holding a contest. All you have to do is leave a comment to this post, and your name is entered to win a free copy of When Love Takes Over. If a reader happens to follow all my blog stops, then she or he can leave a comment at the other sites a well. At the end of the tour, a winner will be chosen and announced.
 




Blurb:

 

Zach Kelly’s life is a shambles. His boyfriend of three years dumped him, and his writing career is going nowhere. On a whim, he heads to Provincetown, Massachusetts, to nurse his broken heart and figure out his next step. He’s expecting to find rest and relaxation on the sandy beaches of Cape Cod. Instead, Zach meets a hunky porn star during a chance encounter at a leather shop he mistakes as a place to buy a belt that is definitely not for whipping.

Van Pierce is smitten when shy and inexperienced Zach crashes through a shelf of fetish gear. Though Van’s got an insatiable appetite for men on and off the set, his porn persona, Hart Throb, hides a broken heart. He’s struggling to find the reality the porno set doesn’t offer, and Zach is fighting to find the fantasy that will set his writing on fire. The odd goofball and the suave beefcake may either find love amid Provincetown’s colorful pageantry where summer never seems to end—or more heartbreak than either can imagine.

 

Excerpt:

 

Van Pierce rested on all fours as the muscled, hung top behind him drove his cock relentlessly inside Van’s guts. The force of each thrust massaged his prostate at just the right rhythmic intervals. His cock leaked precum onto the black-leather play sheets their director, Johnny Tripp, had purchased for the shoot they were filming in Provincetown.

Slick with both men’s sweat from forty minutes of hardcore fucking since their last break, Van’s knees slid farther apart. His costar, who went by the name Ram Steele, took full advantage of the extra room. Ram balanced himself on one knee while his left leg jutted out at a right angle. He then grabbed Van by his shoulders and impaled him backward on his nine-inch cock.

Van loved the feel of a man inside his butt. Opening himself up, taking another guy’s hard, throbbing prick all the way to the hilt, somehow made him feel more alive, more like the man he always knew he was.

When the cameras were rolling and the clothes came off, he turned into his alter ego, Hart Throb. Horny men pulled their puds while watching him power-bottom. They wanted him. They desired him. More than anything else, they longed to possess him and make Hart their own, but Hart wasn’t someone who could be possessed.

At least not for long.

Sure, he fulfilled their fantasies. Whatever his randy followers wanted, he became. It was his job to embody sex, to transform into its living, panting, slutty representative. It was what sold the movies and kept him fed.

And it was certainly a far cry from being regular Van Pierce, the guy who men loved taking advantage of, and dumb fuck that Van was, he let them.

Something Hart would never do.

Even though Hart played the bottom, he remained in complete control. The men in his videos were there to please him, not the other way around. Van had never been able to draw that line. He’d let the men in his past use him. He was their toy to be played with, to be put on display at a sex club and fucked by strangers. To be loaned out to good friends and then to be discarded when the toy had lost its shiny, new appeal.

What he’d thought had been about pleasure and trust turned out to be tools for degradation and deceit.

After having his heart broken and stomped on far too many times, his good nature snapped like the waistband of a worn-out jockstrap, and Hart Throb was born.

Now, he could have his sex and eat it too without the ridicule and humiliation that usually accompanied a relationship. Hart Throb didn’t have to worry about love, not in this industry. That kept Van safe and his ass plugged by whatever hot top the production studio cast in a scene with him.

He was free to give his body without handing over his heart. It was his job, after all, and one he did quite well.

 

 

About the Author:

Jacob Z. Flores lives a double life. During the day, he is a respected college English professor and mid-level administrator. At night and during his summer vacation, he loosens the tie and tosses aside the trendy sports coat to write man on man fiction, where the hard ass assessor of freshmen level composition turns his attention to the firm posteriors and other rigid appendages of the characters in his fictional world.

Summers in Provincetown, Massachusetts, provide Jacob with inspiration for his fiction. The abundance of barely clothed man flesh and daily debauchery stimulates his personal muse. When he isn’t stroking the keyboard, Jacob spends time with his husband, Bruce, their three children, and two dogs, who represent a bright blue blip in an otherwise predominantly red swath in south Texas.

You can follow Jacob’s musings on his blog at http://jacobzflores.com or become a part of his social media network by visiting http://www.facebook.com/jacob.flores2, http://twitter.com/#!/JacobZFlores, or http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5142501.Jacob_Z_Flores.

 

Giveaway:

Jacob is giving away a copy of his book When Love Takes Overto one lucky winner at the end of the tour. 


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