SCM's no place for assholes anymore... <g>
When I decided to take Grayson and Killian on the trip to Hawaii, I knew it was a gamble, but they seemed eager and I explained the shoot in detail in Las Vegas. I mentioned blow jobs and the like several times to make sure both of them understood, and I even had them sign a document acknowledging what would be occurring. They seemed good to go, and I figured the dynamic of them being brothers would make for some interesting developments... but long story short, Grayson's an asshole.
I knew he was a handful before we left for the Big Island, but the night we arrived in Kona, he really started showing his sense of entitlement. He and Killian ordered numerous alcoholic drinks at dinner without even asking if it was ok, and by the time dinner was through, I'd had Bait & Tackle™ employees and models tell me that Killian and especially Grayson were clashing with some of the prior SCM guys. As they'd done absolutely nothing to deserve an all expense paid trip to Hawaii, I had a talk with Grayson in particular about his complete lack of regard for anyone else.
The next day, when we were buying supplies for the boat trip, Grayson was again in his own little world of entitlement. He wanted specific booze, and getting him to focus on the task at hand was somewhat infuriating. Killian tried to get him to pay attention and cooperate, but he just barked back that he was fucking tired of Killian acting like a big brother. I remember I chimed in to say that he should be listening to him because it was likely that Grayson was going to go home.
Following the boat drama, I had another talk with Grayson and he apologized, but after we drove to the other side of the island and were getting things in place to start shooting in the cabin, I heard him say that he wasn't putting a dick in his mouth. A few minutes later, a B&T™ employee came in and told me that Grayson had to go: the guys were getting ready to fight him.
So, I called the non-on-location B&T employees and had them come back to the retreat area to take Grayson and put him on the next plane back to Vegas. I let the other B&T employees deal with him in the meantime and I continued shooting. Killian decided to stay without his brother, and I was relieved that Grayson's drama was done.
The next day, though, as we were getting ready to shoot, Killian decided that he couldn't do anything more with another guy either. He offered to stay around and help out, but we already had people for that, and if he wasn't part of the team, I could see no reason for him to be there sullying morale. I again called the not-on-location B&T employees who then came and picked him up. He, too, would end up on an early plane back to Vegas the morning thereafter.
The remaining guys were fine, though: in fact, it just meant they'd get a bigger piece of the pie, and I had learned a valuable lesson; that some pre-big shoot work had to occur before investing so much on unknown ingredients.
"The show must go on," however, as the saying goes, and so, we resumed the plans without missing a beat. A bad apple spoils a barrel, and cake of five ingredients is a lot better than a cake of seven where one is rotten and the other is gritty, anyway.
So, Day Two begins with five guys wearing man dresses on lava rock podiums.
"So you guys enjoying the Hawaiian weather here?"
"Fuck yeah," Erik replied back.
"Beautiful," Kevin added.
The weather, as always in Hawaii, was pretty amazing, and I'd really come to appreciate the effort Max, Erik, and Lane had put forth. Indeed, while I may have had to learn the hard way that new guys need some work (or at least a roommate who'd given them all the details) before flying to a different locale, I already knew that new guys need a break in intensity to get to the ultimate goal of being a long term SCM model.
Day Two would be low key: solo masturbation scenes in the lush outdoors of Hawaii, but of course, that in itself is a dilemma for the viewer. Having done this for seven years now, I know that you're likely not going to find that the hottest part of the Tropical Retreat, but I also know that pushing the guys too hard too fast causes things to snap. You can't cook a cake at 800 degrees and have it done in half the time. Killian had snapped in some way, and to get the ultimate goal requires letting the first day set in a while.
Yet having just said that, as fate would have it, the video you'll see here as Day Two won't just be solo masturbation scenes. It'll include some intense all-the-guys-together action due to something which we discovered on the island, but more on that in a minute.
Max was at end of the driveway on his podium.
"So, Kentucky Boy, so what's going on in your neighborhood?"
"Ah, not too much. You know, just chillin'."
"So, yeah, so uh, ya been having fun so far?"
"Oh yeah."
"It's a little different."
"A little different. Not too bad," he said simultaneously. <g>
"You know you haven't seen anybody on a tractor or anything lately. Though they do have chickens here and I noticed earlier when you were feeding them that you knew how to feed a chicken."
"Well, I'm good like that..."
I continued talking to each of the guys for a few minutes just to see how things were going then I went back to Max.
Max was the first to jerk off in the vast outdoors of the lush green landscape.
