THERE ARE 34 HOT, FULL SIZE PHOTOS IN THE MEMBERS AREA!

CLICK ON THESE FOR A FULL SIZE PREVIEW:

GET INSTANT ACCESS, JOIN NOW

FOREST RANGER FOR A DAY

Jason takes us to The Bad Boys Pool Party, as an honorary member of the Forest Family for a day.

AUGUST 25 , 2001

In a cut off white wife beater and my cargo shorts, just baggy enough to expose my white CK boxer briefs and tan line, I arrived unfashionably early to David Forest’s apartment in Sherman Oaks, California. As I walked up to the buzzer at the gate, I experienced my first porn star sighting of the day. From the look of his sleeveless shirt and swim trunks, it was obvious he was headed to the same place as I. As we buzzed Miss Forest to let us in, we introduced ourselves. He was Jack Ryan. I was Jason Sechrest. I still am Jason Sechrest actually. And um, he still is Jack Ryan.

Ok, truth be told, I was nervous as hell. I’d been invited to hang with the Forest Family for the day to cover The Bad Boys Pool Party, hosted by Will Clark. I was excited to be there and honored to be given the exclusive angle as the only journalist to arrive and depart with the boys of Forest Entertainment; but at the same time, the only Forest Men I knew intimately (Jeff Palmer and Tiger) were not going to be among us that day. I was afraid I might not have anyone to talk to, hang with, hang on, you know! So as my new best friend Jack Ryan and I entered David’s apartment, my eyes toured the room in hopes of seeing someone — anyone! — with whom I’d been previously acquainted.

David greeted me with RyaniDol, both of them looking so damned adorable in practically matching Hawaiian shirts. Lots of people I didn’t know had already piled in and were mingling amongst each other. I took a bottled water from the fridge and stood in the corner, near the bathroom, hoping to God no one would notice I wasn’t talking to anyone, when suddenly, I heard a toilet flush. A door from behind me opened. It was Chris Green. I threw my arms around him, as though he were my water and I’d been thirsty for days! You see, I have history with Chris Green. I did a video interview with him for Inches.com a while back and we got a little crazy. Well ok, he got a little crazy. I licked his ear. He fingered my ass. Anyway! It was good to catch up with the stud and it wasn’t long before someone else I knew came tumbling into the Forest.

Jeremy Tucker, all chocolate and coated in yum yum , came and sat next to me on the couch. Little known fact: Jeremy and I go to the same acting class in Sherman Oaks! "Guess you’re not going to class this afternoon, huh?" he laughed. "Obviously, I’m not either." Yes, we had both put aside our dreams of mainstream stardom to play with the Bad Boys and Forest Rangers for the day.

It was also good to see Rocky, who I had met at Micky’s the night of his performance with Jeff Palmer. That boy certainly knows how to make an entrance. Dressed to the nines in Gucci from head to toe and sunglasses that just screamed celebrity, he was 100% star quality and knew how to milk it!

More and more pornsters piled in until David did a head count like a good homeroom teacher before taking us on our field trip. We made our way downstairs where there was a massive luxury bus waiting for us. Clearly, they party would know when the Forest Men had arrived! "Is this the bus for special children?" cracked Chris Green as he climbed aboard. I managed to snag a spot right across from Rocky, who decided to keep his sunglasses on despite the fact that it was rather dark inside the bus. No doubt some defense mechanism. My only real problem with it was that I could never tell whether or not he was looking at me and from the way his head was angled, it seemed like he was always looking at me so I felt the need to always look at him! Well, that and the fact that the man’s beautiful, you kind of have to look at him if he’s sitting across from you. Every now and then he’d smile really big and it was only then that I knew, despite the glasses, that we were staring eye to eye. Very flirtatious. Very sexually frustrated already.

Meanwhile, down on the other end of the bus, David was consoling poor Billy Brandt. The fact that the boy made it to David’s apartment was nothing short of a miracle, much less that fact that he made it on the bus and to the party. He had just had his wisdom teeth pulled the day before the event and was still heavily medicated. In fact, I can not stress "heavily" enough. The boy was on more than Nyquil, okay? And it showed. He drifted in and out of consciousness through most of the ride to the party, and upon our arrival even needed assistance in making it off the bus and up the winding staircase to the pool house. Why on Earth was even trying? Why didn’t he just stay home or stay on the bus? "He’ll be fine," David nodded. "Trust me on this one."

Sure enough, Billy Brandt surprised us all. The second he saw a crowd, Billy shook it off. It was like he became a completely different human being. No longer in pain and suddenly fully conscious, it was now time for him to be Billy Brandt — gay porn stud extraordinaire with an adoring public to tend to. Not only did the boy pull off making everyone believe there was nothing wrong with him… he stole the show! As Chi Chi LaRue named The Bad Boys Pool Party sponsors, (one of the funniest moments of the day, "I don’t know who these people are, I don’t care! It’s some kinda lube company probably. Gets all gummy on your hand and shit. It’s fabulous!") the diva in drag tried getting someone to stand on the podium above her and give the audience a little show. First, she called Ken Ryker to the stage. No such luck. The often shy and introverted Ryker wasn’t about to take his shirt off, much less give the audience a show. "Fine!" she snapped. "Billy Brandt. He’s a star. Where is that kid?" … Billy made his way to Chi Chi and stood above the crowd in nothing but a yellow speedo. When the fab-u LaRue decided to raise the stakes a notch further and ask him to take it off, Billy obliged. It was the highlight of everyone’s day and it was what they had paid to see — a gay porn superstar get naked! Billy was the only "name" with the guts to do it.

"I would’ve never told him to do that," David told me later, shaking his head negatively, "but you know, the boy knows what to do in situations like that. He did the right thing! He stole the show. Not since RyaniDol have I seen such a reaction. Billy Brandt is a bonafide superstar. And he’s just begun."

While the dancers did a little bump and grind to the music, the stars of The Bad Boys Pool Party signed autographs inside the house. While the line to the bathroom may have been longer than the line to snag a porn star’s John Hancock, it was clear these folk had come to have a good time! The pool was packed by the end of the day, with far too many people in it for me to want to jump in. In fact, I don’t think any member of the Forest Family jumped in the pool. God only knows what kind of bodily extracts had found its way in there by the end of the day! No, no… the pool scene was not for me.

Of course, the true star of this event was the master of ceremonies himself, Will Clark, who was debuting his latest look with a sharply chopped mohawk. He organized the event. He set up the event. He hosted the event. He was probably the first one there and the last one to leave, as always the consummate professional. "It hasn’t been that bad this year though," he laughed. "Usually, I’m so caught up in the work that I don’t have a chance to relax and have fun, but I’ve made sure I can do that this year so things have been running smoothly."

A bevy of other beauties showed up in their swimsuits to hang with their fans including some of my personal faves: Tony Donovan, Travis Wade, and Caesar. While Caesar is also under the management of David Forest, he made his way to the pool party earlier than the rest of us for a photo shoot. As I shook hands with the stud, I couldn’t help but get a little weak in the knees. David caught this and pounced immediately. "I don’t know why I didn’t think of this sooner," he said, rolling his eyes. "You two are perfect together. You are so his type, Jason." Me? Caesar’s type? We’re completely different body types. "That’s what he likes though," Chris Green chimed in. "Come to think of it, you really do look a lot like his ex-boyfriend." … Hmm, well he’s probably an ex for a reason. But hey, I’d be glad to take the dude to dinner sometime. Um… email me! ;-}~

So, just as the Forest Family was the last to arrive, we were the first to depart and that just seemed so appropriate to me; such star quality in all of these individuals helmed by this impresario. And as I started towards the bus, I was tapped on the shoulder by a photographer who asked if he could take my picture for a magazine. I struck a pose, he snapped a shot, and then asked what movies I had been it. I laughed and told him I wasn’t a porn star, but thanked him for the compliment. "You’re not one of David Forest’s boys?" he asked.

"Well," I chuckled as I hopped onto the bus, "I didn’t say that." The truth is that I did feel like one of his boys for the day. I felt like an honorary Forest Ranger. And I was proud.

©2001 Dv8 Incorporate. All Rights Reserved.
Custodian of Records (18 U.S.C. Section 2257)