JUST THE SEX

Where have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you! Why’d you run off like that? Don’t you EVER do that to me again! I was worried SICK about you! I can’t believe you would just disappear like that without even telling me where you were going?
I lost my way. I am so completely, truly and utterly and nothing-but apologetic for such reckless abandon. Oh you want an explanation, I see? Well, that . . . that’s not so simple. What is? Come on, I am Brent Corrigan aren’t I? Black and white are two shades of gray that just don’t exist in my world
When I can sort out the mess in my head, I’ll come forth with it all.
Where was I? Resting. Literally. Some heavy things hit me the weekend before this last one and it threw my life into a tailspin. Emotionally and physically I was just drained. All week long I dreaded having to go through with my San Francisco Pride plans and CUAV benefit I was hosting. I was paralyzed in every way you can imagine. But you know what? Somehow I managed to pry myself off the couch long enough to get my shit together and arrive in San Francisco in almost top form. Well, not at my best but certainly damn-near it.
Normally this would be the part where I launch into everything about this last 5 days, but it would just be far too overwhelming for me to attempt that now. Not for me, but for you. We’d all be sitting in a room together in straight jackets if we attempted to relive this last weekend of ours in one blog entry.
It went ridiculously well! It far exceeded my expectations. I stayed in a very luxurious hotel compliments of Dink Flamingo and Dirty Bird Pictures. I saw the best drag show ever. I attended my first movie premiere - a movie I was in (and I didn’t have to fuck anyone and I got to wear FINS!!!). Sponsored by Dink Flamingo, my boys and I raised almost $1,000 for charity. I got to wear only a Speedo in City Hall. I bought the best leather jacket I’ll ever own (wore it to the premiere!) on Haight Street for $17 dollars. AND, to top it all off, our afternoon drive down Highway 1 was one of the most beautiful afternoons of my life. AND - to really really top it off, I got to take all 3 of my boys and me horseback riding by the beach in Half Moon Bay!
Somehow, despite knowing that this last weekend was the craziest, busiest most drunken 5 day experience I’ve probably ever had - I arrived home today to find my batteries refreshed. I’ve somehow found the renewed sense of self and personal best that I felt I had lost the week before. That’s my long way of say I’m back on the blog until someone gets knocked in the head again

And so, in place of overwhelming your pretty little head, instead I’ll sell you more porn. Because that’s all you really want anyway, right? I mean, hell - it’s a lot more attractive sounding than a straight jacket. My apologies if you do happen to be into that sort of thing
Why, a straight jacket? I never really pondered just how remarkably scary that concept sounds for such an expertly gay man such as myself! Have I somehow come across a new term for “the closet”? MY WORD, am I not a genius? No? Ok, I’ll just go back to selling you porno then. Where was I?
JUST THE SEX. Mmm, don’t you love to just have sex? You will even more, especially when you find yourself popping Brent Corrigan’s JUST THE SEX in your DVD player every time you invite your favorite trick over play a little. But don’t be alarmed, it works just as good with your right hand and a can of lube.
I directed 6 scenes, 3 of them including me at various times from the last 2 years or so. Plus, there’s a bonus solo from when I was growing my hair out, prepping to become Stan the Merman. Guys, there has never been another DVD released EVER with this much ME in it!
EVER.
UNPRECEDENTED.
And I don’t think I’ll ever make another rash decision like this again, so you better find yourself ordering your copy now. Don’t wait to see it at the Nob Hill Theatre (Summit was playing there this weekend!!!), watch it in the privacy of your own home. It will be easier to clean up your mess that way, because believe me, you’ll need to call the fire department to come hose you down after you watch this, baby! You’ll be using a pressure washer to get the cum and lube stains out of your sofa. Leave them - you’re just going to be finding yourself right back in the same spot again the next evening, JUST THE SEX playing, your hands coated with lube and a fist full of your own cock and balls as I personally “make fuck” for you on the TV screen.
Buy it. Use it. Mail. Upgrade it. Technologic.
And yes. This one certainly is an UPGRADE.
I know you want this. So you can have it. Go get it here:





















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