Gaston meets Rocco Steele

Last weekend I flew to Barcelona for my second time to shoot a video for a new porn label, named fuckermate.com. Those days were very full of emotions and energies, spent both within and outside the set. On that occasion, I met one of the piggiest and most gorgeous man coming from NYC: Rocco Steele.

I bet he is not just my favourite actor, since he has 23 thick good reasons to make everyone be in love with him; but what makes him so complete and beloved is what surrounds his repeater (which metonymically recalls his breast inked sign: the italian adjective "antiproiettile", bullet-proof): a massive chest, a tatooed muscle body, simply a bearded male-acting man, who turned out to be professional, easygoing and well-mannered as well. Finally, if we all know that he is bullet-proof, only the bravest could resist to his gun (or cum?) shots, and I accepted the challenge.

shooting...

Sometimes, the need of an everlasting memory arises in your mind to the point that you cannot get it out of your head. It responds to the appeal of a soul daily forced to remain silent facing everyday pressures. Thus, memory let it thrive when you find the strength to award yourself a relaxing moment, rather than holding it back, pursuant to fleeting goods. A shot honors the soul to freedom. A shot is forever.