When I first saw his photos, way back in the year 2000, I was neither a Chance Caldwell fan, nor aware of his lifestyle on or off camera.

As time went on the site www.chance-caldwell.com was deleted. And it wasn’t missed by me at all. I came across it on a password trading site. I have friends that hack for a living and I was simply browsing around for smut. I came across the link in the backdoors section.

Apparently the site, that at it’s peek only had 32 members; averaging less than 5 a month for the many years it existed, was so loosely guarded that you didn’t even need a password to enter! (Those 5 people a months should feel like total fools.)

Anyways, I clicked enter, and then OK and I was in. In to one of the cheesiest sites I’ve ever seen. Big hair with wispy bangs, more lip gloss than a Vivid video, and the most ghetto of all ghetto-booty poses you could imagine. Luckily, there weren’t a lot of photo galleries there. But I was scarred for life by what little content there was.

The site itself was more of an advertisement for Mr. Caldwell’s escorting services than anything else, but there were live streaming cams from inside the home of Mr. Caldwell in the bedroom, living room, & bathroom; plus streaming cams from other sites operating under the www.hotmenlive.com servers, that Mr. Caldwell’s site belonged to. He also had a payment plan for "Private" cam shows.

The videos on the site where all recorded cam shows; and there were very few of them. So for the 3 years I perused the site, free of charge of course, I saw how Mr. Caldwell lived and operated on his day to day routine. Most of which consisted of walking around naked, making out with his boyfriend, sex with the boyfriend, bathroom sex with the boyfriend, loud shitting in bathroom followed by sex with boyfriend... you get the picture. There were a few tricks turned too. Mostly large older men. Think Ron Jeremy without the endowment; but it was mostly love and affection with the boyfriend.

The two men would kiss and watch television for hours at a time, and would make out before, during, & after almost every thing they did, grabbing each others cocks and asses and whatnot. It was a very loving sight. One would assume this is what all gay porn stars are looking to achieve in live. You know, being gay and all.

Well, the loving actions of the couple were not really all that interesting to me, but I would watch the cam while working on any project I had at my computer. When bored, I would watch some of the videos on the site. One of which I saw live, and enjoyed watching over and over again involved Chance and his boyfriend in their red bedroom having bareback sex, finishing with thick, gooey cum shots over each others faces and licking up each others messes.

Not the most shocking thing from a couple that lived together for God knows how long, but that’s not why that video sticks in my mind. Don’t get me wrong, it was hot as hell, but there is another reason. There was another male featured on the site as well, his galleries were labeled "Friend."

I knew little of Mr. Caldwell as I stated earlier. I had seen pictures of him on many of those free sites that have a few pictures and videos about a couple of minutes each. He never had the attitude of Jeff Stryker or Ryan Idol; that “I’m only doing this for the money and I want everyone who ever sees this movie to know it” “tude that they had. He seemed to love sucking cock and even more loved being fucked in the ass, by males, she male’s for females for that matter. He did it all not only with a smile on his face, but with a throbbing hard on.

So I never expected him to be “gay for pay” or even bi for that matter. Joey Stefano was as fruity as a bag of pink Skittles and he managed to get it up for a few women in his day. As did many other members of the limp-wrist crowd. So you can understand why I was shocked to learn that Mr. Caldwell had a son. Even more disturbing, I learned of this in a thread on Yahoo Clubs; which is what the groups were called before Yahoo took over Egroups. The subject of the thread was about a performance at Nob Hill featuring Mr. Caldwell and his son doing a duo jack off show. And even more disturbing, was the rumored after show and added escort option of spending time with Mr. Caldwell & his son. (They were supposed to fuck each other while you watched, or for a higher price, joined in.)

I thought this was a load of bullshit. I could smell it through the internets. That queen ain’t got no kids, I said to myself in bad grammar for some reason. And I didn’t think much of it for the next few years.

Fast-forward to 2 years ago; I’m on the set of a B level straight porn film doing my thing and there, is Mr. Chance Caldwell. Surrounded by a bunch of giggling, molested skanks, Mr. Caldwell, now going by the name Jay was giving his opinions about “faggots” in the industry. He discussed Tom Byron, Christian XXX, Peter North, Kurt Lockwood, and even reached deep down into the bowels of the industry to bring up Rodney Moore & Randy DeTroit. Just a small list of who he was encouraging the girls fawning all over him, never to work with. He blamed Viagra for them being able to “Get it up” for a girl. He also stated that’s why he thought anal sex was now dominating the market; etc. etc…

I commented to a female friend on the set, “Can you believe that guy?” She looked at him and said, “He’s kind old, but his son is hot as hell.” The son rumor seemed to be true, at least of his existence. The rest of that cockamamie story had to be someone’s sick ass fantasy. People only do stuff like that in Georgia; I thought to myself and went on about my business. About 3 weeks later, I am introduced to a man with a chin dimple so deep I almost fell in. But that is not what got my attention. I had seen this man before, and then I remembered where.

HE WAS CHANCE CALDWELL’S "FRIEND"!!!!! I was like OMG OMG OMG! That’s just fucking sick. He and his damn "Friend" are now straight porn stars. (This is actually more common with closet boyfriends, but we'll discuss that another day). My expression was more of shock and disgust apparently, because it caught the eye of the director. He asked me what was wrong and I said, “Nothing.” He looked over at “Chin Cave” and said, “You know he did a DP (double penetration) with his own fucking dad.”

The next picture should explain the rest & be thankful all you have to give you Father is a cheap Christmas present. Other's aren't so lucky. :(