Sunday, March 26th 2006
The Face of Rascal Video Meets The Face Of Raging Stallion
Boy Wonder sent me a photo of François Sagat last Monday. The subject of the e-mail was “HOT!” and no message was needed. What he didn’t know was that I had already met François at the GayVN Awards ceremony and was attempting to wrangle a meeting with him while I was in LA. Does he know my taste or what?
It looked as though our schedules would not permit a meeting and I was disappointed to say the least. Then out of no where he was in LA for work on Wednesday and guess where Raging Stallion put him up. That’s right – my very hotel, within sight of my poolside room. Destiny – not just cheap perfume after all.
I’m not ashamed to say it. I was nervous as hell about meeting him. I had positioned myself in front of the window that faced the front entrance. I was so nervous that I had chewed my finger nails down to near bloody stubs and was just about to start on my toes when he arrived. He has a very commanding presence and that intimidated me almost as much as the rush of anticipation that was cramping my stomach. As soon as we met he put me at ease with his mischievous smile and gracious charm. There was no attitude at all. His charm and personality were instant winners. Boy Wonder overheard me talking with François on Monday night and when I got off the phone he said, “You know, you should play it a little cooler. You are Johnny Hazzard after all.” My head just doesn’t work that way. If a guy makes me giddy just thinking about him, you had better believe I’m going to feel just a little vulnerable and insecure. That’s right, folks.
Once the initial confrontation was behind us it didn’t take long for our chemistry to kick into high gear. Every inch of this man is a turn on for me. If you ask me, he is physically perfect. And his hot, French accent only makes things worse. When a man takes control of a situation I melt like snow in the rain. As we were in his room talking I felt like this was my first time at the rodeo. I couldn’t find my words, was studdering and had no idea how to direct the conversation. Then he asked, “Do you want to go outside, stay here or maybe….kiss?” No, how about we go outside. François took the reigns on that one. I am usually the one to make the first move, but I just couldn’t muster up the courage – thank God he did. We then went for a wild ride – definitely an “E” ticket. The best part though was sleeping soundly wrapped around him with my face buried in his neck. Utter perfection.
