Meeting My Porn Crush & His Betrothed

Cristiano instructed me via email to meet them at the Hotel Gansevoort in the Meat Packing District in New York City at 6:30 PM. So, I took the Amtrak train from a town near my home into the city and the train seemed not to be heated at all. For over 2 hours I was freezing cold and thought I would maybe loose my toes. But I was so excited to meet the cute boys. Finally, my train arrived at Penn Station and I took the exit for 9^th Avenue and 33^rd Street. The queue for cabs was about 15 people long but no cabs were coming, which is unusual for Penn Station. So, there I stood in the subfreezing temperatures, waiting for a cab. After about 5 minutes, one pulls up and the driver hollers that he only wants fares that are going downtown. I pipe up that I am going downtown and I get right in, hearing complaints from other riders in the background as we zoom away. Thank god the cab was heated. All the way downtown the cabbie is ragging on his girlfriend on the cell. But, we get to the hotel in no time and I am 10 minutes early.

And so there I sit. A woman walks in and is having a tense discussion on her cell phone as she paces the lobby back and forth frantically. I can hear the stress in her voice as she describes to the listener how she was verbally attacked and had to call the police and how she plans to sue, yada, yada, yada. That was not helping me reach my happy place at all. What is more, they were late and didn’t arrive until 6:50 PM.

But then they were there, and I couldn’t even believe they were real. They stood right in front of me, Cristiano, Francesco D’Macho and Damien Crosse, and I am so accustomed to seeing them on my computer, and suddenly there they were in the flesh and I just didn’t know what to make of it. It was very strange. We all hugged and kissed and then moved into the hotel bar.

We all took off our coats, and had to pile them on a chair, as the hotel had no place for them. Francesco was wearing a long sleeved white Nike mock turtleneck thermal undershirt that revealed all of his muscles with jeans. Damien was wearing a similar shirt in a different brand. Francesco was wearing an LA ball cap in gray pin stripes. Both were wearing sneakers with gold lame detailing. Of course I wanted to run my hands all over them, but that would be hardly polite. Cristiano ordered a cosmopolitan, Damien ordered an espresso-tini, Francesco ordered white tea which came with honey, and I ordered decaf cappuccino. Later we ordered sparkling water for the table.

I opened the evening by showering them with gifts. First, I welcomed them to New England with Maple Syrup made in a neighboring Connecticut town. I have given Francesco maple syrup before and he was quite happy to get more. He asked how it was made and I told him how the sap was collected from maple trees as it rises in the early spring and then boiled to remove the water and leave the sugary syrup behind in sugar shacks.

He said that they don’t sell pancakes in Spain and that he has to make them himself from a mix. I suggested that he get some while he was in Providence and further suggested a diner he could visit while there, Jiggy’s, that has excellent pancakes and told him where it was. He took notes on his iPhone. Neither of them knew what maple sugar candy was, so that will be the next gift.

Next, I gave them their gift bags. Francesco’s was black because he turned 30 and Damien’s was aqua. Both were topped with aqua glitter tinsel (that just goes everywhere). They were thrilled and Francesco asked if I made it and I replied that I make nothing, I just bought them. They excitedly began pulling the tinsel out to see what was in the bags. Francesco found the card and opened it. The front of the card had a picture of a brown and white dog and in the background the room is all chewed up. I wrote on the inside “Is this what your house is going to look like after you get a puppy?” He told me his house already looks that way because of Damien. We all laughed at that. He then confided that he can't wait to get a puppy.

Then he unwrapped the first small gift which was a beaded stag head pin. His jaw just dropped and he looked stunned and he said “You won’t believe it but I just love this all of this stuff!” Then he looked at Cristiano and said “Should I show her?” Cristiano gave a noncommittal shrug that means whatever you want amore, and Francesco, who was sitting next to me, began to open his fly. I’m thinking, what is going on here? So then he is pulling open his pants, and I am trying not to look down too conspicuously because we are in a public place, but then he says “See!”, and he points to his boxers and I see that they are red with navy blue stags’ heads printed on them. “Oh,” I say with relief [sort of].

“I love anything with stag heads on them now!” He continues. Cristiano puts in that he should get a hat on which he can pin the stag head I have just given him. He is so overwhelmed with the gift that he leans over and gives me another kiss. His beard stubble is soft.

Then he pulls the bigger package out of the bag and unwraps it. He is speechless as he looks at it and feels the fabric. I tell him it is a slick swim from Slick It Up. Damien nods and puts in that that is the company that Sagat models for. Francesco just looks at me and says “Have you felt this fabric? It is amazing! Have you felt it???”

“Yes Francesco, I have felt the fabric. I love the fabric. I wanted a suit for myself out of this fabric and I told Dave, a Speedo style in size 8. I mean how hard can that be? But he said that they have no women’s line. And not this year in this economy.”

In a daze, he repeated after me “Not in this economy.”

Damien said “They don’t make women’s things?”

“Nope. They say that women have funny shaped bodies.”

Francesco went on “Well I love it and thank you very much.” Then he kissed me again. We talked about his size and that a large should be okay for him. Cristiano said [with a priceless leer] that it should be very tight 'on'.

Then it was Damien’s turn. He opened his card first. It had two dogs talking while in the background a man in a bathrobe in standing in front of a toilet. One dog says to the other “You’re not going to believe what the old man did in our water dish.” Then on the inside I wrote “Piss kisses!!!”, which sounds great, but who knows what they are?!?! But Damien loved the card and came around the table to give me a kiss and even a lick.

Then he opened his large package and found the Slick It Up jock and told me that he only has one jock and really needed one! Who knew??? [Dave did.]

He said that he loved the color and he was sure it would fit. He held it up and told Francesco that now he would finally get some booty. Then he put it up to his nose to take a sniff, but it was fresh and clean. Right away they were talking about using it in an upcoming film they were planning. As Cristiano said, they could give a credit “Costume by Fairview Sue”. There was also a catalog in Damien’s gift bag, which I told him was in case he wanted to order anything for Francesco. But he grabbed it and looked at the guy in the harness and said “Francesco, I did this guy the first time, do you remember him???” Then Francesco grabbed the catalog and they began to look at all the guys to see who they had done, and I began to despair… Of course Francesco dated Sagat… OMG… That was not what I had intended the catalog for…

He was ready to put his gift bag aside, but I told him there was one more little thing, and after a short search he found his beaded stag head pin.

Then I hauled out the Laurell K Hamilton books I had brought for them. Damien loves books about zombies, so I brought them The Laughing Corpse, which is about voodoo and reanimated corpses, and also Narcissus in Chains, which is all about BDSM, and Obsidian Butterfly another one of my favorites of hers. Basically, these books’ heroine is Anita Blake who is a vampire executioner, necromancer and nymphomaniac. She lives in St. Louis and falls in lust with the Vampire Master of the City, Werewolf King, and has sex with anything else that moves and has a cock. Damien took possession of the books said “Ooo. Erotica! Thank you Sue!!!” and looked very pleased.

Damien and I talked about men and how he first met Francesco, how to know you’ve met the right one, and how to keep him. He talked about his conservative Cuban father and how he has now come to accept Francesco into their home and how much that means to him. It is so romantic to watch Damien and Francesco together; they are so in love. Each of them are beautiful people and their characters shine out from the inside like beacons. They are infectious. I looked across at Cristiano and he was all over them because he knows them so much better than I do; I wanted to be pawing them too. But that would have been rude.

We talked for a while about the stigma of being a sex worker and what it means to them and their families. They shrug if off casually for themselves and say that their families just worry that they will get diseases, but say so long as they are happy that is all that matters. Francesco’s family knows and is supportive. Damien’s relatives know, but his parents don’t seem to know yet, but that is fine with him.

We talked about traveling and how much they have traveled on this trip. They said that they don’t like LA or New York and that New York City is very dirty [as they passed the Purell hand sanitizer around]. I told them that I used to travel quite a bit and they asked me what my favorite city is. I told them it wouldn’t be in the US, but probably Rome, Paris or Singapore and there was no comparison between the US and Europe or Asia. They agreed and began to tell me how wonderful it was in Spain and how clean everything is there [they clean the streets at night] even the metro. He showed me an image on his iPhone of the Statue of Liberty leaning over the entrance to the Madrid Metro and the caption read “The world is looking for the Madrid Metro” or something like that in Spanish. We talked for a few moments about the beauty of Rome's architecture and Damien said that his problem with Rome was that he could not hold Francesco’s hand there. Then we spoke of how we didn’t like the current Pope and his reactionary politics. I asked Francesco if that was probably why he didn’t live there now and he said “Yes.” We also talked about how all of us were raised as Catholics and how we came to be that way.

We took a cab to dinner at the Cafeteria restaurant in Chelsea. I had the macaroni and cheese and a salad, Cristiano had the leg of lamb and Francesco and Damien had burgers with macaroni and cheese sides. The food was very good.

We talked about how I was Francesco’s first fan on his blog and how he was and still is my first porn crush. We shared a smooch over that. He said that he felt challenged by Damien for a while and I said that was never going to happen [even though Damien is gorgeous]. Cristiano asked about Ross Hurston, and I replied he was Doug’s fantasy husband, so I have to respect that.

As we were leaving, I asked Damien if he wore stag printed undies too, and he said that he wasn’t wearing any undies. Then he turned around and showed me a hole in his jeans right on his butt cheek. So I put my finger in and touched his butt cheek. Then we all hugged and kissed goodbye. Sigh. Thanks Cristiano for sharing the cute boys with me. I love you for it and I know that you didn’t have to do it.