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Smoking Buds: How Gay Porn Companies are Mixing Sex with Weed

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Gonzo porn studio Treasure Island Media (TIM) recently announced that it is branching out into the weed business (kind of like Willie Nelson). Next fall, the company plans on rolling out two related strains for sale in California dispenseries: a sativa called Master and an indica called Slave.  Matt Mason, the General Manager of TIM, promised that their bud will:

…ignite one’s sexual energy as well as subdue you into a deep sexual trance primed for intense sexually stimulating pleasure. Treasure Island Media will be one of the first adult entertainment companies to bind pot and porn.

Mason’s announcement confirmed something Karen Tynan — the head legal counsel for TIM and many others in the adult industry — said in an interview with Playboy: “Somebody should have done this years ago!” 

With nationwide public opinion cautiously favoring some form of marijuana legalization, Tynan and others see an incredible opportunity for market synergy between people who like consuming weed, people who like fucking, and people who like fucking while consuming weed.

But what makes pot and porn such a potent combination? Stoners may talk about how good sex feels after puffing and passing, but how well does that translate into porn? The following list looks at five places in recent porn where weed has some significant relationship to the fucking that is happening around it. 

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Suckin’ hairy man-teets in Treasure Island Media’s “Stoner Six Way”

Treasure Island Media

Treasure Island Media has been getting less shy about showing their models openly sparking up in their most recent movies. Last December, the sale of their film Hard Cuts I was temporarily banned in the U.K. (where it was filmed) in part because of one scene called “Stoner Six-Way.” 

In it, a half dozen naked men chill out on the balcony of a London high-rise, smoking as they pass around what appears to be a spliff. After taking a few hits, they begin to pass around Jake Ascot. British censors objected to the outdoor setting (which could violate a number of public decency laws) as much as to the unknown substance being smoked.

In an interview with the queer art collective AMAE, porn provocateur Paul Morris argues that his studio merely documents sex as it unfolds:

A performance is something a dancer or an actor does on stage. As much as possible I try to keep the element of performance out of what we do. If a man needs to smoke some pot in order to have more fun and be less nervous, I’m fine with that.

Morris takes a pragmatic approach to smoking weed on camera: if waking and baking is part of your daily routine, then it’s ok to do it before (and even during) filming, as long as everyone else knows and is cool with it. You only need to take one look at the rows and rows of well-used pipes that Morris’ camera sweeps across at the start of “Stoner Love on the Farm” (included in Breeding Season III) to know that the scruffy guys in the scene are gonna have a pretty chill, but pretty intense fuck. And they do.

Why stoners might dig this:

Weed is neither the focus nor the excuse for the sex, which manages to be both low-key and intense at the same time. Bong envy might set in after a while — just make sure you know exactly what’s in that pipe before you take a hit.

Deviant Otter

Massachusetts — where the website Deviant Otter is based — decriminalized marijuana in 2008. Being caught possessing or smoking a small amount of weed is now a civil offense, at best. Devin Totter, the weed-smoking impresario of the site, says that he is “dumb lucky” never to have been busted when he was a kid. He remembers taking his first hit with some bad boys at a middle school dance and he has never stopped inhaling since.

Totter calls what he does “reality porn.” He often chills with other guys, joking around, and maybe  passing a bowl back and forth — it all feels local.  In one scene, he hooks up with a guy he met while picking up weed from a friend around the corner. (He had hooked up with his weed connection a few weeks earlier when he was testing out his new GoPro camera; their scene also appears on the site.)  That guy, in turns out, had hooked up with Totter’s boyfriend some time earlier.

He doesn’t see much of a difference between shooting porn for his site stoned or not stoned. “I do it in my videos,” he tells me over Skype. “I don’t consider it work.”  When I ask him if he got any backlash for on-screen pot use, he just laughs: “I get more crap for cigarettes and poppers.”

So think of Deviant Otter as a representation of a hot group of stoners: guys who all kind of know each other (maybe the sexier version of the dude you sometimes eye-fuck on Saturday nights at the neighborhood bar), but for whom weed is not an excuse for sex. Instead, it’s the social lubricant necessary for some good, hot fucking.

Why stoners might dig this:

Totter’s affability, handsome mug, and genial stoner-vibe reminds you of that guy at the party who always makes sure things get passed your way. Your friends might throw shade, but you know you’ll have a lot more fun after you ditch those chumps and head back to his place. From what you’ve tried, you know he’s got a pretty good connection.

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One Fraternity X member smokes a bong while his pledge smokes cock.

Fraternity X

Ah, the hazy daze of undergraduate life.

My college fraternity had a house bong, which we affectionately called Henrietta. House scuttlebutt was that Henrietta was named for the penis of an ambisextrous upperclassman who always hung around but never joined. 

Overall, the members of my house were pretty cool about gay stuff. When an otherwise straight brother announced (the morning after a big party) that he just learned he had no gag reflex, no one in the room batted an eye.

Like my house, several of the guys who appear on the Fraternity X website also don’t seem to have gag reflexes. Unlike my house, their bongs are the same cheap plastic crap that you can pick up from an interstate gas station. Nevertheless, the brotherhood of Fraternity X take a lot of rips from those sad, unloved bongs as they fuck other young-ish white guys with names like Trev, Matt, and AJ.

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Tom Faulk enjoys getting smoked at Fraternity X

It’s kind of hard to tell why they are doing all that smoking. They obviously don’t need any sticky icky to lose their inhibitions. And if theirs really, really is a real chapter of some frat at an unnamed Arizona college, then why the hell is established porn star Tom Faulk stopping by? 

Yes, his self-confessed need for weed has been well-documented, but Faulk seems less like just another student and more like some townie who the brothers tolerate mostly because he scores them some decent beer and okay grass from time to time.

Why stoners might dig this:

So maybe all the bong hits are a symbol of bad boy behavior, like all the rancid beer cans/bottles/cups littering the floor and the Tupac posters falling off the wall. In light of the recent bombshell allegation of PTSD brought on by extreme hazing rituals at a Penn State fraternity, the drunken and smoky antics of the guys at Fraternity X just come off as kind of bougie, especially given the sad fact that men of color get arrested for weed-related offenses 3.73 times more often than white guys. The boys of Fraternity X will get evicted by the college for being shitty tenants long before they get thrown in jail for the musty clouds of pot smoke drifting out their front door.

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Wilde Road

So picture this: it’s 2013 and you are described by your studio as the poster boy of what an All-American porn star should be. The industry is making its first tentative steps back towards narrative porn, and you have been cast in a tender, episodic bildungsroman about a young man with incredible abs coming to grips with his sexual confusion. How best to show your character’s budding erotic awareness in a way that is both sensitive and makes sense to the story?

If this were a 1930’s screwball comedy, you’d accidentally drink something alcoholic and lose your inhibitions. But since this is modern-day California, you accidentally eat a plate of “magic brownies” while watching Troy Daniels and Jimmy Durano demonstrate the nuances of tantric sex.

Watching someone get stoned through edibles is kind of boring.  It solves one kind of legal production problem — it’s easier to fake the pot in a brownie than it is a to fake a lungful of weed smoke — while creating a whole host of acting-related issues.  I will not deny that Christian Wilde is a very sexy guy, but watching him loll around and slur words as he gets in touch with his gay desires was kind of a pothole in an otherwise scenic trip.

Why stoners might dig this:

The sex itself is smoking, even though no one actually is. However, if Christian Wilde’s hot-but-confused drifter ate that many pot-infused edibles, he might have freaked out and run screaming from co-star Jessie Colter — or tried to stab him — rather than just fucked him in a hammock.

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Damian Rios and Alex Eden get it on inside of a weed-growing facility in Raging Stallions’ High Tops.

High Tops

High Tops is arguably the only studio-produced porn which takes weed smoking as its theme. “When you are a porn director,” creator Ben Leon said in an e-mail interview, “you are searching for nuances to add identity to what are mostly repetitive sexual situations.” Leon, an avid weed smoker himself, had access to a cavernous grow house in California where he set many of the scenes of this cult hit by Raging Stallion.

marijuana, weed, high tops, raging stallion, ben leon, gay pornLeon drew inspiration from Un Chant d’Amour, the only film written and directed by the notorious queer firebrand Jean Genet. Set in a prison, the film’s centerpiece is the relation between two prisoners in adjoining cells. As a jealous guard watches through peepholes in their doors, the two men engage in a slow and seductive game. An older, hairy Arab man blows cigarette smoke into a straw that the younger prisoner — a tattooed younger French man in a tight tanktop — had slipped through a chink in the wall between them. Smoke pours into the open mouth of younger man, who inhales greedily again and again.  It is an image of great erotic beauty.

The centerpiece of High Tops is an explicit homage to Genet.  Alex Eden is absorbed in his work, cutting stems from some pretty skunky looking buds, while Damian Rios passes through rows of looming cannabis plants. Each takes a hit from a chillum, holding the smoke deep before letting it pass slowly between their lips.  Leon’s camera orbits around them both and lingers in close-ups that waver in and out of the blue haze wreathing them. And only then, after a quick fade to black, do they fuck.

Are they actually fucking or are they just thinking about fucking during their smoke break? Is this really happening or is it a weed-fueled fantasy? After sharing some smoke, Genet’s prisoners fall into a dream where they fuck one under a tree the midst of the rolling French countryside. When Rios bends over for Eden beneath a latticework of green hemp fronds, I think to myself, Close enough.

Why stoners might dig this:

Leon really thought this film through, making the smoke an integral part of the aesthetic and erotic experience. You should come for the sex, but stay for the music. The dreamy trip-hop score created by The minor9 (an SF-based production duo) spins a seductive blend of murmuring voices and tricky beats. It’s the right kind of soundtrack to play as you and a special guy chill out before getting down to business.