By Gareth May For Metro. Gareth May for Metro. Justin Santos, the owner of Joybear Pictures turns to me. We use it for close ups. A shorthaired, bespectacled runner — the spit of Milhouse from The Simpsons, without the blue hair — dashes out of the room. A brave reporter drove two hours out of London to go behind the scenes at a porn shoot.
Knockers from all angles (73 Photos)
Celebs You Never Knew Had X-Rated Pasts
After years of wondering if I could ever be intimate with another man, I decided to hook up with a dude my freshman year of college. I figured this "bicurious" thing clearly isn't a phase, since I'd been thinking about it for a few years. The only way I could know for sure if I was actually gay or bi was if tested the waters. So I did. Alas, I got so drunk in order to have the courage to hook up with another man that I ended up puking midway through our encounter. After the experience, I could not tell you if I was gay or bi.
A Cock-and-Bull Story
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Underneath the Gowanus Expressway, in an area generously included in Sunset Park but really not much more than a detritus-strewn, completely forgotten, and rarely traversed stretch of 3rd Avenue, sit a curious collection of shops, glass windows and brick walls routinely rattled as wheelers hurtle by just 10 feet above. Along on a stretch between 39th and 24th Streets, there are eight of these shops, a rate of nearly one per block. They're sex shops, like the ones you could once find in Times Square. The kind that advertise private viewing booths for when the laptop is busted and the WiFi is out and the lock on your bedroom is broken and the bathroom is in use and your imagination is unable to conjure up anything and… you get what I'm getting at.