Couch Surfers: Trans Men In Action (2008) +/-

An extended episode from a hardcore transman porn feature centering around Brett McCloskey, a chubbycute trans sex pig. The sexual set pieces happen in three discrete sequences which are configured to appear as one sustained sex scene (which may or may not be the case, the film maintains the realtime porn illusion fairly well, though, if we follow the conventions of "french scenes," the sequence actually operates as three separate scenes). The scene begins with biomale Ian Sparks and Brett McCloskey sitting beside one another, rubbing themselves under their shorts. The scene quickly escalates in intensity with mutual j/o, reciprocal oral, and finally some penetration as Ian fucks Brent from a variety of angles. As Brent and Ian Sparks fuck, a totally hot Dex Hardlove enters to mix things up a bit, asking if the guys would like have their asses played with. Both agree and Dex, with the assistance of a masked lube assistant, begins to work their buttholes. The scene continues as a side by side fisting scene, until its cumming time and Dex rubs Brent off a couple times before Ian Spask finally shoots his load and scurries off. The lube assistant then goes out to the reception area and invites another Ian, this time transman Ian Foxe, in to join the scene. What follows is a fairly standard double team on Brent, as Dex and Ian both fuck Brent every which way using their formidable rubber cocks (appliances which dwarf Ian Sparks's biocock in size). Much grunting and hollering ensues, as Brent gets fully worked over (and appears to fully love it). My reaction to the three sequences was really different. In the first (between Brent and Ian Sparks), I really enjoyed the fuckbuddy vibe; these guys were into performing and into each other's bodies in a really simple, relatable way. As both were chubby, and neither were adorned with porncocks (bio or appliance), there was an unconventionality in the scene -- these were not your standard pornboys for a variety of reasons -- that made it really interesting, plus there was an exuberant eroticism in this scene that made it pretty relatable. The second sequence was also interesting, as Dex is really sexy and makes for a pretty compelling fisting top. As fisting bottoms, neither Ian Sparks nor Brent were especially distended, so the extended assplay felt real and fairly erotic (though plenty of folks in the screening room had clearly never seen a buttfisting scene and found it a bit much, a fact made audibly clear as the scene progressed). I found it fascinating that the biomale cumshot maintained a kind of focus in this film. Ian Sparks struggled to pop his load, even as Brent was hitting multiplly orgasmic heights, yet the camera maintained its fixation on capturing Ian Spask's moment of ejaculatory truth. It was also odd that Ian Spask scurried off shortly after cumming, which seemed to be both scripted and a comic comment on how useless boys can be after cumming. This instigated the third and, for me, most problematic erotic sequence in Brent's extended scene. The masked lube assistant brings in Ian Foxe from the lobby area and Ian Foxe joins Dax as the two continue to really work Brent over from every angle. The scene is a fairly conventional domination threesome, with Brent a champ in the role of the submissive cockslave and Dax taking the role of the dominant sexual bully and Ian Foxe playing the novice dom thrilled to follow Dax's lead in dominating Brent. I've seen this scene in gay porn a million times and, here, it follows the basic formula with only minor physical adjustments (accommodating Ian and Dax both remaining basically clothed from the waist down as they use their rubbercocks to work Brent over). The thing that struck me most in this sequence was that it was the most performatively erotic -- and in some ways least physically erotic -- of all three. Of course, I have to acknowledge both that this is the only sequence I saw in which a biomale does not appear and I find that I'm fetishing the perceived "real" (ie. physical sensation) in this porn performance. I found myself somewhat discombobulated by the performative linkage of Dax and Ian Foxe's rubber cockness at the same time as they were envoicing gay porn cliche sextalk. The guys were vocally building an audible sexvibe, but there was something I did not connect to in their grunting professions of "it feels so good" as Brent chowed down on their latex-encased silicone cocks. The presence of what felt to be a "gay pornographic excess" in the verbal performance did not square for me with what was most powerful in the visual performance, notably Brent's piggishness and Ian Foxe's and Dax Hardlove's actual physical attractiveness. It seemed to me on some level that the hyperbolic performance of erotic virtuosity by Dax, in particular, worked almost as a stone mask -- a stone butch performance of hypercompetent masculinity in which the stone butch bringing her femme partner to extraordinary heights of erotic pleasure. Indeed, I found this sequence to be the strangest and most distanciating, especially because I was perhaps most familiar with the sexual script of this scene and also most attracted to the performers even though no biomale was present. The libinal verve of the role play was intense, almost funny in the way any role play scene is to one who's not in it, and I found there to be a fascinating intensity to how eroticized the rubbercock became in this scene. (Much more spectacular in both size and interest to the parties involved than Ian Sparks's humbly human member.) At the same time, I was flummoxed by Dax's and Ian Foxe's intense sex faces -- I coulnd't connect to the source of the pleasure being performed by Ian and Dax in these moment (both visual and aural) and that tended to jolt me from my erotic connection to the scene. Of course, it might just be a trans thing, so I wouldn't understand. But the whole thing made this sequence -- the most exuberant and voluble of all the scenes screened -- to be the most uncomfortably porn-cliche of them all. Indeed, it seemed that the audience "bought out" of this final sequence in ways that were audibly different from their discomfort with the fisting (more giggles). Also, this sequence was the only one in which I became really attuned to the fact that I was watching porn on the big screen and it wasn't all that cinematically intriguing (an awareness I had only intermittently in the earlier sequences). A fascinating, complicated experience -- my first with transman/all-male porn.