Apparently Carlos Morales’s ambition in life was to make a living from his thick cock and big beautiful ass, starting as a stripping hooker at the Gaiety, making videos for A-list companies like Falcon and Kristen Bjorn and then becoming one of the first mainstream porn stars to move to bareback, taking loads from Jeff Palmer and other raw studs.

My encounters with notorious porn slut Carlos Morales were more dalliances than full-out sex.

My first sighting was on the Christopher Street piers, back when that was NYC’s gay beach. Carlos was an unknown and very hot boy who clearly was an exhibitionist. He was standing in his black Calvin Klein briefs, talking to someone and stroking his dong through his underwear, clearly with a nice, big hardon.

The piers were very cruisy and somehow Carlos, or as he was known then, Iván, cruised me. This was before he had started fucking on video, so no notion of what he was like or what he liked. Other than that, he seemed to like me. A friend who was lying in the sun with me once when Iván/Carlos came over said, “He is smitten,” which I did find flattering.

During subsequent conversations he pretty much made it clear he was interested and would do “anything you want.” At the time he spoke very little English and when he did talk, literally 90% of the conversation was about Madonna. Since I’m not a fan, this was sort of a boner killer. So I never really took him up on his offer, other than making out on the pier and stroking each other’s stiff cocks. I must say, his cock was as big as his ass, which was huge and beautiful.

Over a several year period, I ran into him a few times. On the subway, he looked at me with those big blue-green eyes and made it clear yet again that he wanted me to fuck him.

I made out with him at a club during Gay Pride week one year. By this time he was pursuing what I assume was his long-term goal of being a porn star, by “dancing” at the Gaiety, which was a strip theatre where the boys showed it all and showed it hard, with the goal of turning tricks backstage or at the hotel next door. He was leaning against the wall one snowy night lamenting that the heavy snow was bad for business, so we made out a bit before his show.

The next day he called, wanting to come over, but I had just gotten out of bed and was not ready to have visitors.

Then he was a bartender at a club called Heaven. He asked me if I wanted to see the roof, and we went up a ladder to the roof (just like the Supremes). I realize in retrospect he was waiting for me to make a move and initiate a sordid rooftop encounter, but at the time I just thought we were looking out at Manhattan while he was on a break.

Eventually he started showing up in porn magazines and videos, with a newly pumped up body and his new name. At which point I thought, well, too bad I didn’t take advantage of all those offers. Or too bad he didn’t talk about something other than the Material Girl.

The only other time I encountered him was after he had moved into bareback porn, most memorably in a threeway with Jeff Palmer and Alan Gregory. He was ageing out of porn and now dancing on the bar at the Cock.

The night I saw him he was featuring his most impressive feature in a pair of black mesh assless briefs. At one point I just reached up and started fingering his hole, sliding three fingers in while he gyrated his ass and pushed his hole on deep. Somewhere on line there are pics of my fingers in his cunt—I recognized the briefs and my watch!

At one point he was off the bar surrounded by adoring fans. I was right behind him and regret that I didn't just take my stiff cock out and slide it into that bare hole. I’m reasonably sure he would have pushed that huge round ass onto my cock the way he pushed onto my fingers.

So many chances, and I never fully acted on any of them, which I should have! He was a great kisser and, judging by the videos, a hot, sleazy fuck.