NYC has always been a world of endless opportunity for me. I have had some of the most amazing times both living there and visiting. It is a world in itself. Fantasies can become realities. This past weekend was no exception...
I had arrived at the Rentboy Pool Party at around midnight. It was held at Bana, a resort spa located in the financial district of Gotham. I was under the impression that Bana was a typical bathhouse. But, that couldn't be further from the truth. It resembled an old world spa. 3 levels. Olympic size swimming pool. Saunas on every floor. Really classy and beautiful. By 1am it was getting really crowded. Hot men everywhere. Every porn star from the east coast was there. And then he walked in the room...
By far, the most handsome man in the building. Dark hair and eyes. Bushy eyebrows. Square jaw. Beautiful, full mouth. And that body! A body that was made to be worshiped! Muscular. Hairy chest, hairy abs, hairy legs. He looked Israeli. I was awestruck. 
I knew him somehow. Not literally, because we had never met. But I had experienced dreams of him. I had been with him in my fantasies many a time. Roman Rogazzi.
Yes. It was definitely him. My ultimate fantasy had sprung from my vivid dreams and literally come to life before my very eyes. 
For those of you that think that I might be embellishing as to the extremity of my Roman fantasy, go ahead and read the latest interview I did in the July/2009 issue of Unzipped Magazine...

Q: What's this obsession you have for hairy guys?
A: I don't know. I love hairy chests, hairy asses, hairy legs, Roman Rogazzi...I can't say enough about him. He's at the top of my list.
 
..And there he was. I had to make my move. It was the first time I had ever seem him in person and I couldn't let this opportunity pass me by. But, insecurity and fear literally had me frozen solid. 
'What if he isn't interested in me? What if I'm not his type?...'  It was like there was some midget in my head busy trying to sell me tickets on a merry-go-round. Then the voice of reason finally came in and haulted the psychological amusement park.
'Wait a fucking minute! I'm me..Of course he's gonna be interested, dammit!'
I smiled. He smiled back. He was standing with a friend who saw the exchange between us. Roman's friend took him by the arm and led him up to me.
We engaged in casual conversation for a bit. Locking eyes. Smiling. I got closer to him. He got closer to me. I began rubbing his shoulders. He responded. Our chests were almost touching. I was instantly hard. Because this was a 'Swim' Party and I had on board shorts, my raging hard-on was not easily concealed. He smiled wildly at me when he looked down and saw my excitement.
I lost control. I began kissing him hungrily. Our lips pressed against one another. He was sucking my tongue and rubbing my cock through my shorts. We were mauling each other. He led me by the hand to the men's locker facility and into a bathroom stall. He were both naked in an instant. Kissing, licking, and sucking one another passionately. He paused long enough to ask me to come with him to his place in New Jersey. New Jersey???? I don't usually venture to any of the surrounding burroughs when I'm in NYC, much less New Jersey. Besides, I had to perform at this Party in a bit. Logic had grabbed a hold of me long enough to reasonably tell me that New Jersey was no good and leaving a party before a scheduled performance was even worse. I looked down into those gorgeous eyes. I looked down at that face. The face of the man I had been dreaming of fucking for over a year. All logic and reason left the building. I was dressed in my street clothes and walking with Roman to the path train to New Jersey in a New York minute.

We spent several hours fucking that night. Making out. Eating his gorgeous ass. Finally, he sat on my cock one last time and shot his hot load all over my chest. I rubbed his cum all over my cock and jerked off with it - explosion!

I kissed Dror (Roman) goodnight and made my way back to the City. The sun was up already.  I felt elated. This was my moment. My biggest fantasy had finally come to fruition. It was everything I had hoped it would be and more. I fell into bed at my hotel. I was exhausted. Spent. My last thoughts before I finally drifted off to sleep..
Only in NYC does this kind of fantasy come to life. Only in NYC does this really happen..and sometimes in Jersey.
xoxo  



  

    

Howdy Guys!
I'm just back from an amazing trip to NYC & Chicago. It was by far the BEST trip I have taken this year. I landed last Wednesday and went directly to a charity Bingo Event that benefited Heritage Pride NYC. I co-hosted it with my buddy Will Clark at Pieces on Christopher St. The crowd was tremendous and very engaging. My jockstrap got auctioned off for $475, which was awesome!
I received a phone call that evening from my girl, Mr Pam. She is the creative director for Lucas Entertainment. Michael had requested that I shoot a foot fetish scene with him. Ummm..I would walk across broken glass with Michael. I don't care what ANY of the haters think or perceive of him. (As most of the people who direct their animosity towards Michael have never even spent 5 minutes alone with the man) He is one of the most intelligent and attractive human beings I have met in this Industry. When I walked into the crowded office the next day, Michael literally lit up the room. People were talking loudly, business was being attended to, photographers were setting up, but at that moment, his face was all that I could see. He literally puts me in a trance.
We shot the photos..we shot hot foot worshiping..Michael pissed all over me..I shot my load..Jesus loves me!
I walked back to my Hotel that late afternoon in NYC stinking of sweat and piss. The smell of his body still clung to me. My inner thighs and stomach were still sticky from the hot load I had shot all over myself. I smiled deep down inside and thought, "God, I love my job!"

    

Hey Guys,
I will be hosting an event benefiting Heritage Pride in NYC tomorrow night. PORN BINGO at Pieces. (8 Christopher St-NYC)
 If you are in Gotham or any of the surrounding burrows please make sure to come say hi! There will be giveaways as well as an auction for my jock strap!
See you there!
xoxo

Nick

    

Hey Guys,
Hope you are all doing well! Forgive me for such a long wait in between blog entries. Spent a good part of last week in Pittsburgh for some events in which I had the opportunity to promote my new website, www.NickCapra.com
This week I began summer school. It's been a LONG TIME since I have been back to school. Starting this Fall, I will be taking the academic classes required to get a personal training certification. The gym and physical health are a huge part of my life. I would absolutely love making a career out of motivating others to improve their physical health and to push people to become better versions of themselves.
Since this is my first term back in school, I am taking a Personal Growth class. It's basically a class that expands on how to be a successful student as well as successful within yourself. Between my 12-Step meetings, working with my sponsor on the steps, taking three people through the steps, therapy, and personal growth 120, you'd think I could almost levitate by now. Unfortunately, I'm still a sick bastard who is just trying to become a better man. Things are changing, though. My perception of the world is changing around me. I cant really explain it, but the relationships I am forming and the people that I have in my life today are like nothing I have ever experienced. There is something so magical about my life today. I cant believe that I spent so much time living in the delusion that drugs and alcohol were the only way to produce this kind of magic! That is so far from the truth. It's been inside of me all of this time.
I am going to the cliffs today with a friend to watch the sunset. The cliffs overlook the ocean and the sun looks like it is literally setting right into the sea!
If you have a good friend, potential lover, or a long-term partner, take them someplace beautiful and share the moment together. These are the type of experiences that are truly meant for us to behold and cherish. Have a great Friday!
xoxo
Nick

    

Hey friends and family! I just returned home from a really great trip to North Carolina. Getting re-packed and ready to head to Pittsburgh for the Porn Star Pool Party and Pride Weekend festivities where I eill be actively promoting www.nickcapra.com
As promised, here is Part 2 of my Paris memoirs circa 2004. The re-telling of my first on-screen bottoming experience filmed on-location in Paris...

I finally slept that night. The kind of deep, restless sleep that one has when they are in the midst of something that compels or overwhelms them. I slipped into a great ocean of vast confusion and strange visions. I dreamt of sin and aftermath, I dreamt of chaos and destruction, I dreamt of Fleet enemas and huge cocks, marching like soldiers with spikes on them, attacking me, and ripping me in two....AGGHHHH!!!
The phone was ringing. It was my wake-up call from the Lobby. Oh God, all I could think of was those Nazi Cocks and their  menacing looks. Well, the scene we were shooting couldn't be anywhere near as vivid and frightening as the dream I had, and I survived that.
So, it was 8:00am and I had a 10:00am call time. Time to get ready. So, how does a bottom prepare for this kind of thing? Well, thanks to the kind words of CVK, Jett Blakk's husband, I knew everything I needed to know. He had taken me under his wing, and given me lessons in the fine art of ass-cleansing.
The first wonderful thing about bottoming on camera is no breakfast. No problem. Who needs breakfast? It is only my favourite meal of the day, and your morning fuel, but who cares. Nothing the matter with a Karen Carpenter kind of morning.
Next, the all-mighty Fleet enema. CVK had told me to dump the solution out, fill it with tepid water, and to follow the instructions on the box. I lay there on the floor of my Hotel room, working the enema inside my ass. I squeezed the water out entirely inside of me....SSLLLUUURRRPPPP....God, my hole sounded like it was thirsty! Then, you are supposed to lie there for a few minutes and then get up, go to the toilet and expel the water. I was about to get up and go to the toilet when there was a knock on the door....
KNOCK KNOCK.
"Who is it?!",I screamed in frustration.
"Room service.I have the extra towels you requested."
Oh shit! The towels. I forgot that I had called down for extra shower towels.
"Leave them at the door!", I screamed, sitting down on the toilet, about to expel the water.
"What? I can't hear you.", the maid yelled back through the door.
"Oh for the love of God, leave the fucking towels at the door!", I yelled back in desperation.
I couldn't hold it in any longer. I was about to burst.
"Fine!", the maid yelled back.
At that very moment, a noise came out of me, like a thunder storm raging from my ass hole. I expelled the water, and boy was my hole mad. It was making all sorts of noises I never heard.
KNOCK KNOCK.
"What else did you say you needed?", the maid yelled through my door.
I got up from the toilet and waddled to the door, my ass still making sloshing noises with every step I took.
I opened the door, wide enough for the maid to thrust her nosy head inside and see that I was in the middle of serious business.
"Mairde...", was all she uttered.
"Exactly!", I yelled back, grabbing my towels from the floor and slamming the door.
I sloshed back to the bathroom,repeated the exercise, just like shampoo instructions, then wiped my ass with a paper towel to see how things looked. My God...it was perfect! Clean as could be, and hopefully it would stay that way.
I showered, made myself look pretty, and caught a cab to the apartment at which we were filming the scene.
I arrived a half hour late, but was still ahead of Pascal, my partner. I was a nervous wreak. I brought a book with me and tried to pass the time that way, but couldn't. I was to freaked out about meeting my partner. I practically was clinging to Cliff, while Jett was shooting a scene in the other room.
"What if I don't like him? What if he doesn't like me? How am I going to take a dick from someone who thinks I'm gross?!" Jett came in the room and asked me politely to shut the fuck up...
I continued whispering at a furious pace. "I don't know if I can do this! I don't think I have the stomach for it! I think we should call my Agent...."
Cliff rolled his eyes as I continued my rambling.
The buzzer rang. It was him!
I suddenly flashed to the dream I had the previous evening. I hear his footsteps coming up the stairs and I pictured this huge cock marching up the stairwell ready to impale me. I grabbed CVK as he tried to get up to answer the door. He tried to unravel me from his neck, but I wasn't having it. I wasn't letting go. Maybe if no one got the door he would go away. Jett came in the room because of the the ruckus I was making as I tried to wrestle CVK away from the door. He unlatched the lock and the door swung open....
I sat there on the floor, looking up at the most beautiful man I had ever seen. It wasn't a conventional beauty. But, a kind of beauty I had never seen before in a person.
Tall...taller then me. Like 6ft 3in. Piercing eyes,like emeralds gazing down upon me. Dark,short hair, prominent nose, high cheek bones, yet really rugged looking.
He was wearing a baseball cap and jeans. Common yet unique to me, like he was from another world. He helped me up to my feet,and for a moment I thought he was going to swing me up into his arms and ride me off into the sunset on his white horse, just like we were in some fantastic Stevie Nicks song.
"Bon jour.", he said to me in his deep French accent.
Jett Blakk was there, Cliff was there, the crew was there, and somewhere off in the distance I heard Jett say, "Nick Capra, meet Pascal Bruno...." That was it. I was taken. It was over with. I was ready for my close-up.
Jett was introducing us, as I said before, but all I could really hear was, "Once upon a time..."
My fairy-tale prince had finally come....

(To be continued....)  

    

Hey Guys! Hope your week has been both productive and fulfilling. I was feeling a tad nostalgic today. I wanted to share with you guys a very significant experience that I had in the 3rd year of my adult video career.  So, let's go back to April of 2004...
I was living in NYC in a great apartment right on W.4th & 6th Ave. My life as an escort was keeping me very busy. I was also being flown regularly to LA, San Francisco, and Palm Springs by the different studios to shoot videos. One day, my agent called me to see if I would be available to shoot a video later in the month. No biggie. He then asked me if I was willing to do a bottoming scene. Huh??? I don't bottom. Nope. Sorry..Not happening. He then explained to me that Jett Blakk was anxious to get me to shoot a bottoming film-in Paris. I think I threw my legs up in the taxi cab I was in upon hearing that last part of the sentence.. Paris! Fuck yes, I will bottom! 
So, we started making plans. Jett Blakk was shooting his first on-location video in Paris. It was going to be about an American tourist (me) who stumbles upon a bundle of letters. Each letter is written by a different anonymous person, describing their hot French sexual encounters. As I read each letter, the accompanying scene would begin to unravel. Finally, the last scene would feature me running into my own French lover, whom I would have my first bottoming experience with. It was pretty much the truth. I had literally bottomed twice in my life before shooting this video!
Needless to say, I was nervous, excited, but completely consumed by the beauty of Paris, and my partner Pascal. Physically, he was not the most attractive person I had ever met, but he oozed sexuality and was so different than any other man I had ever met. I was smitten. 
As most of you know, this blog is all about my life, my experiences, and what brought me up to this very moment in time. Because I am feeling so damn nostalgic, I  decided to add the scene from that particular video to my website this week..
www.nickcapra.com

Here is the actual journal entry that was written while I was in Paris the night before we began shooting my bottoming scene..Enjoy!

So, there I stood on the Rue Amelie, bags at my side, frozen by the fear that awaited me in the upcoming days. All I could think was, "Am I going to make a big dirty mess on the set in front of cameramen, crew and my partner?? How does one keep from screaming at the top of their lungs while getting fucked in the ass? Is their a possibility that I could get hemorrhoids? I don't want hemorrhoids!! I cant go back home with little plastic Eiffel Tower souvenirs and hemorrhoids!!" The voices in my head just kept repeating themselves over and over like some haunting lament being sung on a broken record.
I had arrived at such an early hour that my room wasn't even available for me to hide in. The only thing for me to do was make my way over to Jett's room to see what the Itinerary was for the next few days.I got there and suggested we walk around a bit.We were still awaiting the arrival of Richard, the stills photographer, so we had to wait there in the Hotel.
Jett picked out the T-shirt he wanted me to be wearing for the 'tourist' scenes. We were going to spend the day getting footage of me at some of the different tourist spots that were going to be included in the movie.
"Today?!",I exclaimed.Great! I was over it. Not only was I going to have to follow through with this insane impalement thing I'd agreed to, but they wanted to make sure that they captured me looking all jet-lagged and crappy before I got to the damn sex! Whatever. As I made my best attempt to look happy, there was a knock on the door, and in danced Richard, the gayest stills photographer you could ever hope to work with. I mean that on every level. He was not only the king of queens, but he was so fucking happy! What the fuck is there to be happy about at 11am?? He kind of pranced into the room like an extra from "The Sound of Music" or something.
Well, it was official. The photographer was there, the director was there, and the main character was there, ready for his fucking close-up.
We started out at Napoleon's Tomb. We took stills and got footage of me reading a letter from the 'mysterious' bundle of letters that had been stuffed inside my backpack. It was there that we met up with the editor of "Gay Stars" magazine.
"Gay Stars" is a popular gay porn magazine in Paris. Along with the editor, was a photographer named Pascal de Ameyal, and Pascal's boyfriend. They wanted to stop and chat with us, but Jett was on a mission. He wanted to get footage of me at the Louvre as well. So, the "Gay Stars" people agreed to meet us there because they had all sorts of questions for me and Jett. Plus they wanted to arrange a photo shoot with me for the magazine. I really wasn't in the mood to do any Press, but that was down the road. I was just trying to make it through the day.
We left Napoleon's Tomb and headed to the world famous museum that was home to DeVinci's "Mona Lisa". As we headed over there, we walked through the grounds of the Eiffel Tower. That was when the true magnificence if Paris finally hit me. It was such a sight to behold! I was dumbfounded. How could I have been so trivial? I was in Paris! I was in this rich and beautiful City with all these beautiful sites and all of this history! The least I could do was try to absorb some of the culture and be a part of the experience...Then I would go get fucked down until I was screaming for dear life.
The Louvre was a site to behold as well. The most amazing artwork and sculptures that had ever been created. So much to see. I kept trying to stop and take in all of these things but Jett and his husband CVK weren't having it. They were on a tight schedule, and I had a day off coming up to do all that stuff. We got the footage of me and "Mona Lisa" chilling together, then we were met outside the museum by the "Gay Stars" people. They were nice enough. I told them I would be a better sport about a photo shoot if I had a partner to be photographed with. (It really does help pass the time if you are fucking around with someone and taking pictures at the same time) They said that they would ask my co-star if he could possibly do the shoot with me. Fine.
By the time we got done with the museum it was getting dark and time for dinner. I was happy to eat and listen to Richard make small talk. It got my mind off of what was inevitably coming the next day. We made our way back to the Hotel.The day was finally over and I was ready to sink into a warm bath.
As soon as I was done bathing, I climbed into bed and tried to get some sleep. I tossed and turned, struggling with the voices singing there haunting laments of hole-pounding and hemorrhoids. I couldn't make them stop! So,I decided to do the one thing I always do when I can't sleep... I prayed.
"Dear Lord, I lift myself to you in prayer on this evening. God, I pray that you watch over me and the rest of the crew while we are here in this foreign land. I pray for all the homeless people who don't have the luxury of a bed like I do right now. I pray for the hungry who don't have the full stomach that I have right now. I pray for the scene to go well tomorrow. I beg for your blessings, dear Lord. Please Bless me Father, and help make me a better person. More caring and loving and forgiving. Lastly, I ask that you Bless my hole, Father. Please let it sparkle and shine....especially when they go in for a close-up.... Amen...." 

TO BE CONTINUED!

Be sure to check out the actual fuck scene, filmed on-location in Paris, and take advantage of the special launch membership 
I am running right now at: http://www.nickcapra.com/



  

    

I had the opportunity to see Fleetwood Mac on Sunday evening at the San Diego Sports Arena. I have seen them four times previously and I have seen Stevie Nicks about 12 times solo. I think it is fair to say that my love for Stevie Nicks extends towards fanaticism. I just absolutely love the woman. As always, the band didn't disappoint. It was an awesome set. 
Lindsay Buckingham is such a talented guitarist and he really shredded through some of his performances. I am amazed that he still can play like that after all of these years.
Stevie was timeless and beautiful. Her vocals were still pitch perfect.
'Rhiannon' was as mystical and beautiful as always. Especially when she turns her back to the audience and spread her shawl like wings. She seriously looked like a dark angel about to take flight. I always love when she does 'Gold Dust Woman', as the music and lyrics really take me back to the darkness I experienced while in the midst of my own addiction. Of course I bruised and battered my mother (my date for the evening) in the middle of  'Stand Back', when Stevie started doing her infamous twirls. It gets me every time!!!
Speaking of my mother. We had a very special moment together at the show when Stevie went into 'Landslide'. I told my mom when the song began that it was my song for her. I just put my arm around my mom for the whole song. My mother and I have become very close since I got clean and sober. By the end of 'Landslide' I looked over and my mother was wiping tears from her eyes. 
Speaking of tears... I was brought to tears when Stevie performed my favorite song off of Fleetwood Mac's album, 'Tusk'-the very dark and haunting track, 'Storms'.  Stevie performing 'Storms' was the biggest gift of the evening for me, since this was the very first tour in which Stevie had ever performed that particular song live. The lyrics to that song just really reach out to me:
."So, I try to say goodbye my friend,I'd like to leave you with something warm, but never have I been a blue, calm sea...I have always been a storm."  They closed with the emotionally charged 'Silver Springs'..That was, of course, one of the many songs Stevie has written about Lindsay. 
It was a truly wonderful evening. I really hope that Stevie doesn't take too long of a break after the Fleetwood Mac tour before she hits the road again. I literally have traveled across the country to see the woman perform throughout the years.
The very fact that she has recovered from a drug habit that nearly destroyed her is a constant inspiration to me. Her story has inspired my own sobriety on many levels.  Her lyrics are so profound and her voice is truly like no other. Most of all, she is such a lady. She carries herself with such dignity and class.
In this day and age where music artists are literally created out of editing machines in studios. Where talent is minimal and dance skills are optimal. Stevie Nicks remains a rock legend and she will always be one of the biggest inspirations in my life.

    

So, I've been thinking a lot about my life and my work lately. Since I have gotten involved with the recovery process I have really had to take a look at how my actions effect others. Indirectly and/or directly, everything I do causes a sort of rippling currency. Like when you toss a stone into a pond and it reverberates. 
I don't usually date guys in the Industry, as I find so many of them to be contrived, flaky, and consumed with alcohol and/or drugs. My work has been a large burden on many of the men I have dated. This past relationship that I was involved with was wonderful. Aaron never did drugs, he was funny, sexy, kind, and caring. Unfortunately, my work proved to be too much for him and I had to let him go-for now. It was one of the most painful things I have done in my sobriety. I knew I was with an awesome guy and so walking away was that much more difficult. I am not willing to change that part of who I am for anybody yet.
We have been apart for one week now and it has gotten me to really thinking a lot about my sexual ideals. Sexual ideals are not just regarding sex. Sexual ideals are about whom I would ideally like to be in a relationship and the kind of man that I would like to share that relationship with.
This is what I came up with...
I would like to be able to listen to my partner without interrupting. I would like to be able to commit random acts of love to him without expecting anything in return. I would like to be able to look past whatever tedious challenges I am facing in my life..Any temporary anger, fear, worry, or financial insecurity that I am allowing to annoy me can be turned over to my Higher Power so that I will have the ability to be 'present' in my relationship. I would like to be able to have meaningful dialog with my lover. I will give myself permission to express any fears or concerns that I am experiencing without displacing anger on my lover or jumping to unreasonable conclusions. I will feel joy in seeing my lover smile. We will share common interests. Beach, physical activity, hiking, spontaneous adventure will be a part of our love affair. My lover will be a non-smoker. My lover will not use drugs of any kind. If he should drink alcoholic beverages, it will be on rare occasions (as I don't drink at all) and he will not drink to get drunk. Just to enjoy at an event or with dinner.  My lover will be on a spiritual path as well. He will be educated and patient. I will be loving and kind when he is experiencing challenges as he will be for me. We will both love to compliment one another's achievements. We will be honest with one another. When differences arise, I will be quick to look at my part in things and not waste time playing the blame-game. As will he. My lover will take part in my recovery and want to get to know my friends and family. I will be committed to being social at events with his friends and business associates as well. My lover and I will never be afraid to hold one another's hand in public, nor will either of us shy from displaying affection towards one another. Sex will be intense, passionate, wild, and spontaneous. Kissing and touching always a highlight.When times are difficult I want to be able to listen and empathize with my lover. My lover will be comfortable with my lifestyle and realize that my job is simply that-my job. We will be comfortable growing and learning from one another and always be able to bring Spirit into all elements of our relationship.

I know I am not that man today, but I pray for the willingness to become that man. I have every faith that by practicing the principles of my sexual ideal I will become the man I desire. The more I become the man I desire, the closer life will bring me to the man I desire.

Have a great Sunday!
xoxo
  

    

Hey Guys!
I recently did an amazing spread on Black's Beach (nude beach) with one of my favourite photographers, Paul VanVleck, that will be featured in the July Issue of Unzipped Magazine. There will be an Interview that will be included in the issue as well.
Here is a very small portion of the Interview...

Feeling...Capra-esque?

In his seven years in the business, Nick Capra has had his share of ups and downs. From being the "Big New Thing" to becoming a crack cocaine addict teetering dangerously on the edge of self-destruction and then clawing his way back into the spotlight, Capra's rise-fall-and-rise-again story is the kind of comeback tale that can give anybody hope. And Nick's new and improved body is the stuff of every gay man's wet dream.

You'll have to wait for the July issue of Unzipped to check out the goods (and to read his tell-all interview with us), but we've got five questions with him (and some more hot pics from the archives of Men magazine) after the jump to whet your appetite until then. Enjoy!

    

Happy Friday, Motherfuckers!
I hope all of you have an awesome, safe Memorial Day Weekend with lots of great sex.
This blog is continuing to grow and I am so grateful that you guys keep coming back each day to come and be a part of my life!
I am always curious as to what you would like to hear about.  Please feel free to hit me up with any specific questions you might like to have me answer regarding the Gay Porn Industry, Escorting, Sobriety, Addiction, Men, Relationships, or Sex. I think I am pretty qualified in all of those arenas.  You guys are my family and I really do enjoy the interaction. You can always reach me at: Nick@NickCapra.com

xxx,
Nick

P.S. As it is Memorial Day Weekend, I thought I would make a special promo code for any of you who are interested in checking out my new site. One month for only $9.95! Don't I always cum through for you guys?!?
The site is updated with one brand new scene and one brand new Gallery every week!
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