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SKIPPY.

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No other person has had such a huge impact in Rogan’s life and his web site than Skippy Baxter. And you guys love him as much as Rogan, as shown by the fact that for the last 2 years the most viewed films were the ones with Rogan and Skip.

These promo clips were taken from one of the most popular films they did… Sex Tape Vol 1 Bulldozzered.

“Fucking Skip was never about filming for my web site. I remember the first film we ever shot, we were just fucking all day like animals as we always do and I just turned my camera on. This was before Skip decided to do porn. I think secretly I was hoping he would let me publish it cause I knew any film we made would be 100 times better than any other, cause of the huge sexual attraction we had for one another.” Rogan.

SPOTLIGHT Sex Tape Vol 6 was the very first film to be posted up at Rogan’s new web site when it launched. It was also the most viewed film that year.

“At this point I was falling in love with Skip. Actually I had fallen in love with him way before this, let’s say I was accepting I was in love with him. That was my biggest mistake and biggest regret in life. Not realising my love for this man sooner and protecting us. Because then it was too late…” Rogan.

“Those years we were fucking around and filming were some of my happiest ever. No matter what or where we go from here I will always love Skip with all my heart and be there for him. For what ever reason he exploded into my life and changed it forever.” Rogan.

Skip’s Filmography on Rogan’s web site. Listed by date of release.

SKIPPY SEX TAPES VOLUME SIX: SPOTLIGHT
Motel Muscle 4 Way
SKIPPY SEX TAPES VOLUME ONE. BULLDOZERED
RO-RI Pec Play
Skippy Baxter Sex Tapes vol 4 Muscle Denim part 1
Skippy Baxter Sex Tapes vol 4 Muscle Denim part 2
Trough Films presents I’ll Be Your Mirror
Hoods (Camera man)
Skippy Baxter Sex Tapes vol 7 Eating Out Skip
RO-RI Gut Punching
RO-RI Pec PunchingSkippy Baxter Sex Tapes vol 5 Bulldozzered 2 part 1
Skippy Baxter Sex Tapes vol 5 Bulldozzered 2 part 2
RO-RI Change Rooms
RO-RI Skip Feet
Skippy Baxter Sex Tapes vol 4.5 part 1
Skippy Baxter Sex Tapes vol 4.5 part 2
RO-RI Skip Cocksucka
Skippy Baxter Sex Tapes vol 3 Blowjob
Skippy Baxter Sex Tapes vol 2
Muscle Play
RO-RI Muscle Ass
Muscle Play Part Two
Skippy Baxter sex tapes 4.6

We all thought we had seen the last of ROGAN and SKIP’S fuck marathons but we were wrong.

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Sex Tapes 4.6 is extra footage that was taken from a Personalised Video for a customer, which is why ROGAN was wearing a rubber in the film. Usually SKIP’S ass makes ROGAN cum a lot quicker but because he was using a rubber he could last much, MUCH longer and they took advantage of it till both ROGAN’S cock and SKIP’S ass were rubbed raw!

Is this finally the end? Both Rogan and Skip have moved on with their lives separately forging a new future. Skip is back at University and is no longer using. Rogan, well, he’s been bouncing around the world doing what he does and dealing with the repercussions of a major car accident he was in late last year.

They have agreed to get together for one last ASK ROGAN and SKIP segment that they will film this summer over XMAS. So get your questions ready for them both and they are prepared to answer anything you throw at them. As Rogan’s YouTube channel was deactivated and all the other Ask Rogan segments lost this will be the definitive segment.

So i guess this doesn’t sound like the end at all… Just a new volume…

“I can’t thank Skip enough for everything he has done for me and my career, the amount of support and BS stuff he agreed to let me drag him into. We can look back and know we had one FKIN hell of a ride together. He is and always will be my BOY FLEX.

I will and will always love you fart face.”

 

 

 

 

“Did I ever make you wonder who was standing in the room?”

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There’s a line in a Hilary Duff song that goes, “Did I ever do anything that was this cruel to you? Did I ever make you wonder who was standing in the room?”

I’m ashamed to admit that I have made every lover I have ever had wonder that. It’s something that for years I never even realised I was doing. Ok, we all have wondering eyes, and will always check out the talent in any given situation. We are, most of us, red blooded gay men. And especially today, with all the social media platforms it is so easy to, intentional or unintentionally, disrespect your partner. And IT IS disrespectful when you’re man is talking to you while your talking to some bloke on SCRUFF.

I can blame a lot of reasons for why I became the person that needed social validation through men wanting me or lusting after me. Hey, as a sex idol it’s my FKIN job to create and encourage this behaviour. But where does fantasy end and reality begin. I have seen so many dysfunctional gay relationships filled with dishonesty, jealousy and hypocrisy. And I thought I was so much better than those people, I wasn’t being dishonest, I wasn’t allowing myself to get jealous and I was practicing what I preached. Not knowing all along my actions may not have been dishonest only because I was creating a convenient reality that allowed me to do the selfish things I was doing with a clear conscience even though it was damaging to my relationship. I was ignoring my partner’s jealousy as weakness instead of love and avoiding getting jealous by making sure I was the one getting all the attention. And sure I have never been a hypocrite but I was creating an environment that allowed me to have my cake and eat it too.

It was when I loved someone who was an addict, that made me realise who I was and what I was doing through his addiction and what he was doing to me. You see he loved me more than anything on this planet, I knew that, yet he was doing the most hurtful things to me cause he had no control of his addiction. SO many people don’t understand what addiction is, they think they do but they have no FKIN clue what real violent addiction is. When I felt that immense frustration and hurt it finally held a mirror up to my face and showed me how much I had unconsciously hurt people that I loved. Including him. And the worst part was I wasn’t an addict so WTF was my reason for being so FKIN cruel?

Most people think he was the monster in our love story but you are so FKIN wrong. I treated that beautiful boy so badly for years. Not allowing him the love he was fighting so hard to get from me but giving him just enough to not allow him to leave me for someone else. I was so FKIN selfish and am so ashamed of myself. I can name one really FKED up thing I have done to every one of my past lovers due to this insatiable need for attention from other men. And for me, sexual validation.

And it isn’t my career, being a pornstar or sex worker doesn’t make you a selfish asshole. Though unfortunately most sex workers and pornstars are fucked up on some personal level with or without the industry and so that makes it seem that being in the industry does fuck you up. I will say that it puts you in a much greater position to be dishonest, cheat or feed your ego sexually or through social or physical validation. But again how far you take that is up to you as an individual person. I abused it and didn’t even know I was doing it.

I really don’t believe things happen for a reason, that’s what people say to make themselves feel better when they’re life is fucked up. But I did find one amazingly good thing out of the horrible ordeal I went through recently and that is how much love means to me. How much I need to respect it and most importantly protect it. I even remember the moment. I was staying with Mamma FLEX before my bodybuilding comp, (So yeah I was also FKED up on comp prep too!) I was sitting in my bedroom editing the Kiss it Better video of me and Skip and it hit me like a FKIN steam train. How someone can truly love another person and hurt them so much at the same time. And then I realised how I was that person who had done that to all my past lovers. I even text each one (that still talks to me) and apologised to them and said how amazing they were.

And the next time I have a boy friend he will NEVER have to wonder who else is standing in the room.

So lets REV it into first gear and show them all how it’s done…

MY VOICE

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I hated my voice as a teenager. It was, I was, extremely camp. As a kid I didn’t have a problem with it because I just wanted to be a girl anyway. I used to run around the house with a tea towel on my head, not trying to get in touch with my Indian roots by wearing it as a turban but rather pretending it was my hair and I was Madonna from the Virgin Tour. I would finish my shower at night and spend ages with my improvised wig/towel on my head pretending it was my long hair, flicking it around and admiring myself in the mirror.

I think most of us fags did this in our youth but can you say you convinced a year level of straight boys to run around the playground holding your hand?

In grade six I convinced all the jocks in my year level to play this game which was a hybrid of The Dark Crystal Vs Flash Gordon meets tag, or tiggi as some call it. So the football was the crystal shard and it was protected by one boy who was Flash Gordon, with the rest of the lads being Skesis that had to tag Flash to get the crystal. Once tagged, Flash became a Skesis and the guy who tagged him became ‘the new’ Flash and protector of the crystal shard. I was never short of a vivid imagination. Now even more incredible than making these jocks play this game was convincing them, for the sake of the game’s authenticity, that I had to be Dale Arden … AND … who ever was Flash had to run around the playground holding my hand!

Move over Kanye, I knew then and there, I was destined for great things! Wait up, you’re thinking, wasn’t I depressed and socially awkward growing up? Not when I was in primary school, I was king of the world! My life turned to complete shit when I hit High School. What they say is true, ignorance is bliss.

* Can I quickly make a point of stating there is nothing wrong with being camp or girly if that’s who you are and what you want to be. And even now I will happily chuck on a wig, pair of high heels and stockings and spin around in gold posing trunks any night of the year. I remember when I started doing porn in 2012, I showed a studio one of my club performances of me in Muscle-Drag and they quickly said that I should not let anyone see it as it would ruin my career. Of course I didn’t listen to them and I knew then and there I would never conform or fit into the restrictions of social categories or expectations. I know who I am. I know what I am. Once you discover that, accept it and own it you can do what ever the fuck you want. But it was a very long, lonely and painful journey to discover this…

By my late teens I knew I was gay and having a hard time accepting it. I had also become very ashamed of my girly characteristics. I think at this point in my life it was social shame from lack of knowing it’s ok to be different. I wanted to be normal, get married and have kids. I wanted to be straight. Looking back I think I mistook masculinity with being straight. You see at the same time of all this personal and sexual confusion I had discovered bodybuilding and my obsession with male muscle. Thanks mainly to Tarzan and my old man’s bodybuilding magazines. (NO! He- Man had NOTHING to do with my sexual development, and I don’t like him being sexualised. I think cause I discovered him before I had a sex drive I never associated him then or now with sex. Sending me pornographic MOTU art is like sending me snaps shots of my parents at it.)

Part of my teenage depression was insomnia, staying awake every night and re-imagining my life differently cause I hated my life, or more honesty imagining myself different cause I hated myself. A recurring scenario was one where I’d wake up in a forest, in an alternate dimension, alone but for a wolf companion. I would have to build my house out of tree logs and boulders and in doing so I developed an incredibly impressive muscular body. This story line, my wolfhound and I and my massive muscular body against the elements and monsters, could last all night giving me only an hour or two sleep before school the next day.

Eventually the scenario progressed to me discovering a kingdom. I was always in the middle ages probably because I was obsessed with Fantasy books as a kid. Yes, I did the whole GOT thing years before the rest of you. I would be caught by soldiers and forced to fight in an arena with other equally muscular clad men (of course) which would ultimately involve a lot of sweaty muscle on muscle action. Especially pec rubbing on pec action.

I soon realised I wanted to be an ultra masculine man. I wanted to be a barbarian. A warrior. I wanted to be Tarzan. Conan. Failing that I’d settle for being Darth Vader.

So basically I went from a king of the world childhood to repressed, manic depressed teen who, tough I never once wanted to kill myself, very much wanted to disappear and wanted desperately to be someone different than who I was. Then one day I decided to stop beating myself up over not being who I wanted to be and make myself into the person I wanted to be. So I changed my voice, I mean, I didn’t have surgery or nothing I just forced myself to change how I sounded and spoke. Then I changed my body. Then I forced myself to do the things I was afraid of doing. Simple things like talking to strangers, looking people in the eye. Then of course my sexual development is a whole other story but I grew, through experience both good and bad, into an alpha DOM top who by most people am now considered an animal. I became the fantasy I had as a teenager. I still doubt myself, I still have days where I am nervous as fuck, wanna hide away from the world or question who I am. I still want to be a bigger more bad ass version of who I am. I am constantly growing both physically, emotionally and mentally as a man.

But I am so happy with who I am and my life and I have only myself to thank and the billions that influenced and inspired me since the day i was born, starting with the incredible man that was my father. My masculinity is not defined by me acting an expected way or doing expected things, I will be queer, camp, or effeminate on any given day or moment if I FKIN want too. I will love how I want too. I will live my life the way I want too and be proud of who I am and what I do. And have FKIN fun with it!

I’m not accountable for the extreme emphasis the gay community puts on physicality and categories that encourage self hate, body dysmorphia and many negative feelings for ones self when you don’t fit into the norm. Many would argue changing my voice and body to find happiness enables this negativity. But listen here YOU, who seems to think you know everything about everyone, changing my body and my voice and my attitude did make me a happier person. So if you are not happy with who you are or what you are, do something about it and become the person you need to be in order to be happy.

That or FKIN accept who you are and live to your own FKIN beat and don’t allow the mass sheep within the gay community to make you feel any less than amazing. Fags are gonna hate, bitch and read for the sake of it cause they don’t have the self confidence or want to think for themselves. And they’re just super bitter they’re not you.

And if all turns to shit… I still have Darth Vader as a back up plan.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All in a days work…

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When I arrive at your hotel you will open the door and watch my massive frame that almost doesn’t fit in the doorway walk into the hotel room. You will shut the door and follow me in, staring at the thickness of my back and massive tree trunk legs. You will be nervous because now that you see me in the flesh you know that I could break you with one arm if I wanted too.

 

I will empty my pockets onto the side table then come stand in the centre of the room. Everything will disappear for you expect the massive muscle beast commanding your attention standing directly in front of you. “Remove my top.” I tell you and you say, “Yes Sir.” You slowly pull my T-shirt up over my head to expose my thick hairy muscle clad body. You don’t know where to look. It’s just all muscle, all hair, all beast. I finally flex my arm and instruct you to, “touch it.” You obey feeling the rock hard muscle as I say, “I’m gonna choke you out with that later.” You want to feel that immense power now but just nod and say, “Yes Sir.” I flex my other arm to show you a double bicep pose and you gasp. “Lick them.” Your mouth rushes to the hard muscles of my bicep and your tongue rolls over the large muscle, first one then the other. Your smelt me as soon as you walked in the room but now with your face so close to my thick hairy ripe pits my alpha stench intoxicates you.

I flex my chest and abs and tell you, “Feel that rock hard muscle.” And you obey me. It’s hard to keep your hands off me. You move to put my thick nipples in your mouth but I stop you. “Get on your knees.” I say and you say ‘Yes Sir.” and lower yourself to the ground. “Lick my shoes.” You roll your mouth over my worn in Adidas kicks smelling the stale sweat. “take my shoes off.” “Yes Sir” you comply removing my shoes and I let you drop your face to breath in my moist socks. “Remove them.” You do as your told and wait… “Lick my feet.” you hear me say and drop your face to my damp feet and start to clean them with your mouth.

After I am satisfied they are cleaned I tell you, “Take my pants off.” “Yes Sir.” you say with a nervous whimper in your voice. You already noticed the huge bulge in my pants the moment you opened the door. This is where the monster waits, and you have seen what the monster is capable off. You grip the tracksuit pants at my hips and lower them down revealing my underwear that barely manages to contain my meaty cock.

You place my tracksuit pants to the side and look up at me. Now I look like the muscle god from your fantasy. Towering above you 105 kilos of thick hairy muscle. I place my hand at the back of your head and push it down so that your slightly bent over, you face to the ground, then gently place your head and neck between my two massive thighs. You feel your self locked inside those huge slabs of meat, the back of your head and neck pressed up against my balls. Then my legs start to squeeze your head and neck, it feels amazing at first then slowly it becomes intense, slowly you feel yourself being completely crushed and when you think it cant tighten anymore that’s when I really start to squeeze and it feels like I’m going to crush your skull. That’s when I release you. 

I lower myself behind you and wrap my thick arms around your torso so you feel yourself in a bear hug, my pecs and abs pressed into your back. Then slowly I start to squeeze you, crushing you within my arms, pushing all the breath out of your lungs, almost caving in your ribs. I let go and you gasp for breath as I place your head in a headlock. “You ok?” I ask. “Yes Sir.” You reply between gasps of air. Then I start to tighten the lock I have around your neck, slowly contracting my muscles making them bigger and as I do so making the tightness around your neck till the room disappears. Everything turns to black and you fall away.

Suddenly light floods back in and you gasp for air, the room rushes back and you notice you are being held in my massive arms, being cradled like a baby. I stand up and pick you up with me and turn you to face me, “Ok, lets start having some fun.” I say with an animal glint in my eyes.