Blue Film

What's up, faggots?

I just got a pumpin'. Pumpin'--

Something you faggots never do.

I worked up a fuckin' sweat.

Mm. Now, I need one of you pay pigs to come rinse me off.

You'd love that, wouldn't you?

Okay, on the count of three, I want you

to take a big fuckin' hit of poppers.

Now get those poppers ready.

One, two, three.

Sniff that shit.

I know you fuckers want to see what's under this

fucking tighty-whiteys.

- Just don't know if you fags deserve that.

I don't know. Do you wanna, wanna see my cock?

And those big fuckin' balls?

I want you to imagine that I just get back from the gym,

and you're waiting there with your mouth open...

just ready to clean my sweaty fuckin' balls.

Mm.

You want more?

You fuckers want more? Look, I know you do.

Here, grab those poppers, put them up through your fuckin' nose

and sniff.

You like this ass?

This...

...this white fucking ass.

I know you faggots wanna touch this,

put your face all up in it.

You smell that? That's a real man's fuckin' ass.

But...

...I don't let no one touch this ass for fuckin' free.

You wanna lick this ass?

You better run me some motherfuckin' money.

I want you pathetic-ass fuckin' faggots

to tap that fuckin' tip jar, and maybe,

maybe I'll whip out my fuckin' cock for you.

Matter of fact, matter of fact,

I want you to wire me all your fuckin' money, and maybe,

maybe I'll show up at your house and I'll shove this fuckin' cock in your fuckin' mouth.

Mm.

Oh, tonight, I got this fuckin' faggot

- spending 50 fuckin' grand on me.

And for 50 fuckin' grand...

...you faggots get a lot.

This 26 Fairpark?

You renting this place?

- Not gonna talk? - No, I...

...I can talk.

There's 25K in there.

You get the rest when we're finished.

When's "finished"?

In the morning.

All right.

What now?

Oh, I, I gotta, I gotta

set this. I'll just...

Just have a, have a seat.

Just get comfortable.

Is this what you want?

Just whatever makes you comfortable.

All right, uh...

...I just want you to start by telling me about yourself.

My name's Aaron Eagle, I'm from Miami.

I like to let these faggots worship me and collect their fuckin' money.

-That's why you're here. -Exactly.

Tell me more about growing up in Miami.

Growing up in Miami was fucking unbelievable.

When did you move to LA?

I moved here after high school.

Right after high school?

That's what I said.

What did you do?

Shit, man, you got me.

Got into the scene, you know. Tried everything.

You name it, I fucked with it.

I'm California sober now.

I'm sorry, "California sober"?

Yeah, it's like I drink and I smoke, but I don't do anything else.

That's sober?

A lot more sober than a lot of other people.

I guess you're right.

And if you wouldn't mind removing your pants.

I get the feeling you like having your clothes off.

- Is that true? - Yeah, for sure.

If you look like me, you'd wanna be naked all the time too.

Mm, yeah, maybe.

Come on... everybody likes to be looked at.

Is that why you got a tattoo on your face?

What, this?

Yeah. "Diablo."

Can you talk about that?

-What about it? -Why'd you get it?

That's what they call me.

-Who calls you that? -Friends.

-Who are these friends? Can you be more specific? -No more questions about that.

Hey.

I gave you every penny I have. That's the deal.

Shit, I'm not talking about this.

This, this isn't working.

-This isn't gonna work. -Hey, hey, wait a minute.

-You're not being honest with me. -I am.

This wasn't a good idea.

What the fuck are you talking about?

I'm sorry. Just keep the 25K.

Man, what do you want? You want me to suck you off?

-Is that what you want? -I only want you to be honest.

-I'm being fucking honest. -No, you're not.

-Man, you don't know shit. -You didn't grow up in Miami.

-I don't think you've ever been to Miami. -What the fuck do you know, man?

You don't know shit about me.

Please.

Please.

Not on camera.

I won't show it to anybody.

I can't trust you.

My name's Hank.

I'm a trustworthy guy. I promise. I swear on my life.

I'll buy us a pizza later.

Roll your camera.

I'll talk, but not about the tattoo.

-Okay? -Okay.

What do you wanna know?

Um, tell me about where you grew up.

I grew up in Maine.

Northern Maine. There's nothing up there.

Do you have any memories of it?

No. Not many.

- Why not? - I don't know.

Tell me about when you were 12.

Did you have friends then?

I liked being by myself.

- What did you like to do? - I don't know, watch cartoons.

I read a lot, I guess.

Ah. What did you like to read?

-I don't know, a bunch of shit. -Come on. Any books you remember?

I don't know. Uh...

The Handmaid's Tale was good, I guess.

I love that book.

Uh...

Tell me about your first sexual experience.

That's a hard one.

Why?

'Cause it was...

I don't know. I just don't like to think about...

There's nothing wrong with that. A lot of people could say that.

But it really fucked me up. Less people could say that.

I see.

Can you describe it, that experience, to me?

This is pervert shit, dude.

Just don't push me on that.

-Was it with a guy? -I said don't fuckin' push it.

Okay. Okay.

We can talk about that later.

Do you want a drink? I, I went out and bought some beers.

I didn't, I didn't know what you liked.

Uh, yeah, I'll take a beer.

I hope this is okay.

When did you become Aaron Eagle?

You wanna hear the pervy fucking story about how I became Aaron Eagle?

I know you do.

So I'm working as a dancer at this spot in West Hollywood.

It's right in Santa Monica. I'm sure you've heard of the place.

-And on a Saturday night, it's fucked around there. -I can imagine.

But this was a Tuesday. The place is pretty empty.

I'm dancing there in my jock for no one. So I'm just dancing.

There's a couple of people walking around, just having drinks or whatever.

I've only got a couple minutes left up there, and these two guys come in.

And they come right up to me and they put a dollar bill

right down the front of my jock, and they left.

Anyway, sun goes down, I'm off my shift,

I walk outside and I'm waiting for my ride.

I notice those motherfuckers just sharing a cigarette,

fucking staring at me.

And they hold out the cigarette, so I walk over and I take it.

And then they ask me if I want to come back to their place,

smoke or whatever.

So, I'm in the back seat of their car

- while we drive back to their apartment... - and we walk in

and it's this fucking nice, big apartment.

We go to the bedroom, and there's

this fucking California king bed or some shit,

and these two guys sit on it. I can't remember their names,

but one of them was Asian and one of them was white.

They pull out their bong and, you know, we smoke that shit.

And I remember there was a TV on...

...set to, like, a background or some shit.

You know, like it was asleep?

And it was just these...

...these different landscapes slowly moving, and...

...I'm sitting there, high as fuck, just watching

these mountains and woods and shit.

Man, I was so fucking smacked that...

...I didn't realize he'd started, like...

...feeling me...

...putting their hands on me kind of shit.