DL Confessions Interview: Porn Actor Tancredo Buff on Daddies and Diversity in Gay Porn


Tancredo Buff

Tancredo Buff

Adult actor Tancredo Buff had been curious about doing porn since he was a kid in Puerto Rico and secretly looked at the X-rated magazine and film collections of his friends’ parents.

After migrating to the mainland United States as an adult Buff decided to make his dream a reality.

Mature actors such as sexy, gray-haired Allen Silver inspired Buff. Plus he got laid off from his job and had more time to pursue his porn acting interest.

He contacted a list of adult film studios and several got in contact with him.

Forbidden Funk Media called him in for an audition in New York City. After an exchange of Facebook messages and emails he also got an offer to do work with Tobii Chase, who films the Bigdickstudxxx.com series in south Florida.

And Buff  did a scene for Savage Talon Media that is available for members of the website.

I just let myself go

Buff admits he was nervous doing his first scene in 2013 and his skittishness must have shown in his eyes. But actor Randy Harden at Forbidden Funk Media put him at ease for his scene in the series “My Hole Belongs to Daddy.”

“When the cameras started rolling I transformed myself like a lion and started doing my scene,” he said. “It’s like I just let myself go like I’m falling in love with the other actor even though I’m not and it’s a professional thing.”

One of his favorite scenes was in “BearBack Workout” with Gant Black, Diesel Bear, Jack Harden and Jake Mitchell.  The chemistry was so intoxicating the actors didn’t want to stop freaking and kept the action going for hours, long after there was enough video to do the scene, Buff said.

Big Bear and Tancredo Buff.

Big Bear and Tancredo Buff.

And one of the most poignant encounters was with actor Big Bear in Florida with filmmaker Tobii Chase.

Buff went to Chase’s house to have dinner and discuss the scenes Chase wanted him to do.

Chase got on the phone with Big Bear and later Big Bear dropped by. The three began drinking and playing in the pool. Then Buff got out of the pool and almost stumbled and fell into Big Bear’s arms.

“He said ‘hello’ and just like that we started kissing,” Buff said. “I remember we said to Tobii ‘here is your scene.'”

Chase ran and got his camera and filmed the spontaneous sex session.

Big Bear and Buff became good friends after that encounter. But Big Bear unfortunately died last August from pneumonia.

“I have cried for friends and family but never so much like with him,” Buff said.

When he does porn Buff aims to please

Buff, who lives in Buffalo, NY, with his partner of 13 years in an open relationship, says he does porn because he enjoys sex. He endeavors to perform sexually in a way to satisfy others who watch and make them wish they were part of the action.

The money he earns pays bills, although Buff says you cannot make much money in the industry unless you are a superstar.

He only consulted his partner before doing porn and didn’t tell his friends until the first scene was released and many people had seen it. Buff said some friends felt weird seeing him having sex on camera but many said they liked it and have become some of his biggest fans, subscribing to streaming websites that feature his work.

Buff also actively promotes his work by using social media.

Growing up in Puerto Rico and seeking to break gay porn stereotypes as an adult

Puerto Rico is more open to gay people now but was not when Buff was growing up there. He said he acted masculine and played sports. However, Buff was still afraid someone would find out he was gay and he would become the victim of bullying from his friends, teachers and even his parents, which was the usual treatment of gays in Puerto Rico’s machismo culture.

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Tancredo Buff in a scene with Jack Harden (left) and Suil.

“I can remember going to my first gay bar when I was 18 and I always had the feeling that if somebody from the neighborhood saw me they would tell my parents,” Buff said. “I always had the feeling that things might change and they have in Puerto Rico now that same-sex marriage is legal.”

Buff said he came out to his parents by bringing home his boyfriend. His parents accepted without much fuss and stopped pestering him about when he would get married and have children. Buff has three living brothers and one foster sister and only his foster sister, whom he has the closest relationship with, and a nephew know he does porn.

Buff hopes his presence in porn will encourage more porn directors to feature mature Latino and African American. For decades the role of men of color in gay adult films has been that of the stereotypical, hard, sexually aggressive, down-low thug, he said.

The role of the dominant “Daddy” has traditionally gone to white men although black actors such as Buster Sly, Jerry Stearns and Cutler X have moved into this arena. Buff said the studios should depict the diverse sexual range of gay men of color.

“What I resent about studios is that they forget about mature Latino and Black men,” said Buff, who has a college degree and worked in government. “I could act like a thug but in my normal, regular life I’m not a thug. I think that motivated me to get into porn.”

More about Tancredo Buff:

TANCREDO-BUFF-8How he got his stage name: Tancredo is a variation of Tancredi, a warrior and a king and Buff is in honor of his current hometown Buffalo.

Astrological sign: Aries/Taurus cusp

His favorite colors: Red and green although he tends to wear a lot of blue.

Favorite food: chicken and rice

Favorite TV shows: “Top Chef,” “Once Upon a Time,” “Homeland,” “How to Get Away with Murder,” “Empire” and “Mr. Selfridge” on PBS

Favorite Vacation Spot: Any beach

 

 

Now my whole high school class will know I’m gay


The Woodberry Kitchen in Baltimore. Constance and her husband were seated at a bar table in the center and our party was at a table to the right, right under them.

The Woodberry Kitchen in Baltimore. Constance and her husband were seated at a bar table in the center and our party was at a table to the right, right under them.

This week my partner “Van” celebrates his birthday and we rushed home from South Carolina on Sunday to get the celebration started with a  brunch with friends at Woodberry Kitchen, one of our favorite restaurants in Baltimore.

We were waiting on our table when I glanced across the room and there was “Constance,” a woman  I have known since we were in sixth grade. She was having brunch with her husband, a retired professional football player.

“Shit,” I thought. “Of all people I got to run into I have to run into Constance.”

Let me tell you why. Constance, who today is an instructor at a community college, is a busybody and bossy. She has been that way since she was a flat-chested, pre-teen wearing pigtails and saddle shoes.

Okay, this is a big, crowded restaurant, I rationalized. So the hostess will probably seat us far from Constance and they won’t even notice us.

Nope. No such luck. We got seated at a table near the bar right in front of them.

I wasn’t going to spoil Van’s birthday brunch, especially since he had hung with my mother and I like a champ last week after my stepfather’s death. Besides, God had my back. I was going to man up. And so I did.

I walked over to her. “Hey Constance!”

“Oh, Immanuel! It’s so good to see you.”

And we chatted about our kids and mutual friends and I told her I was having lunch with friends. And I sat down with Van and tried to act normal. But she kept glancing over. And leaning over and talking to her husband excitedly.

I mean, my friends and I are not flaming. But it was no mistaking we were a gay party. And her eyes were wide with curiosity. And every once in a while she would call over to me and urge me to try the dark ale or not order the bacon because it was too tough.

Constance was a big gossip from way back. An hour after brunch ended at 2 p.m. she would be on the phone with half my high school and middle school class, informing them that the same Immanuel who had married his gorgeous college sweetheart and had two beautiful kids and a big house in the suburbs, two cars in the garage and a dog was now a…faggot.

So I took the bull by the horns. Fuck it. I wasn’t going out like a bitch. I’m still a proud man. I just happen to be gay.

“Hey Constance come over and let me introduce you to my friends,” I said.

She practically knocked a waiter down getting over.

“This is Gerald and Michael and Harvey and Mitchell,” I began. “And this is my partner Van, who is celebrating his birthday.”

Baby girl didn’t miss a beat.

Constance started texting like crazy. Photo courtesy of tellyouall.com.

Constance started texting like crazy. Photo courtesy of tellyouall.com.

“Oh, Happy Birthday Van,” she gushed. “And it’s so nice to meet everybody.”

“Nice to meet you too, Constance,” everybody said.

And she chatted awhile and took her ass back to her seat. And we went about our brunch.

Still, I noticed her texting furiously on her phone.

“Yep, Facebook is going to be interesting on Monday,” I thought. “Cuz she is going to tell everybody.”

But you know. I really didn’t give a fuck. I pay my own bills. I was living my life. I’m happy. Constance can kiss my ass.

Besides, I had some dirt on her. I knew her husband, who is at least 10 years older and overweight like many retired football players, wasn’t doing his duty in bed anymore and she had taken a few lovers to get dick. But hey she was married to a rich baller so she stayed.

But deep down inside I knew I wouldn’t trade dirt for dirt if it came to that.

Eventually she and hubby got up and left. “We have to hang out soon, Immanuel,” she said, smiling sweetly.

“Yeah, right,” I thought. “Don’t try to act all phony. I know you are getting ready to put that knife in my back.”

That night I was surprised to get a text message from her.

She said I shouldn’t worry about the situation at the restaurant and she was glad I was living my true self and was happy. And she  did want to come hang out with me.

And you know. She did really seem sincere.

I smiled, turned over and went to bed.

Q: Readers, have you been outed unexpectedly? Tell us how that happened?

 

 

After Grief, Sex


My stepfather’s funeral service was beautiful but I have to admit the week was stressful.

All the phone calls, the 450-mile drive to Mom’s house and endless parade of relatives and family friends through the door proved to be exhausting. And deflecting questions about my partner “Van.”

“Who is that? Your brother or a cousin?”

“Oh, he is just a close family friend.”

My mother pulls me over later. “That’s all they need to know. These country people are nosey and don’t need to be all up  in our business.”

And we laugh and keep it moving.

Sex is a great way to relieve stress and cope with grief.

Watch a brief clip on Xtube of our threesome with Micky.

So after the service and repast (a cousin who is a caterer did the food and it was off-the chain) Van and I slipped away from the crowd and went to our hotel room and went online. And soon met “Micky,” a retired military guy who is 6 foot five with a 10-inch dick and toned body.

Micky is usually a top but on Saturday night he wanted to get fucked and that is what we did to him. He also loves Platinum Wet lube and is not averse to spreading it around.

So soon we were all sweaty and oily.

The sex was so good the sheets came off the bed.

 

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I take a photo of “Van” (left) and Micky during a break in the threesome.

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Me banging MIcky from the back.

Me banging Micky from the back.

 

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Trying to take a selfie while fucking doggy style is hard lol.

 

Micky's dick.

Micky’s dick.

Life Changes


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Photo courtesy of professorlocs.typepad.com

“Van” and I this week had to rush to South Carolina for the funeral of my stepfather.

Ma was glad to see us. My stepfather was a cool guy and fully accepted my sexuality and Van into the family, even saying he was a much nicer person than my ex-wife.

But his death after a long illness will bring changes to my life.

I’m thinking more about aging and mortality now. And I will have to travel South more frequently to check in on Mom, who claims she needs no help  but every once in awhile does.

But I’m up for the challenge and pray God directs me.

Young Love in the 80’s


Photo courtesy of nih.gov.

Gay black men in the 80s, the period when Phil and Darnell fell in love. Photo courtesy of nih.gov.

My friend  “Phil” told me this story about how he fell in love in the South in the early ’80s. I changed a few details to protect his privacy.

Phil and his older brother “Gus” are both gay. But Gus was bold and didn’t care and proudly came out of the closet when he was a teenager, and was soon a familiar face in all the gay bars in New Orleans.

Phil, who was more studious and quiet than his brother, stayed in the closet and busy studying while in college. Afraid to disappoint his loving parents by telling them yet another one of their sons was gay.

That was until Gus brought home his friend “Darnell,” a tall, broad-shouldered, brown-skinned black man with a mustache and short Afro, which was still in style as the 80s dawned.

Darnell went into the military but that didn't cool off the romance with Phil. Photo courtesy of ethosmagonline.com.

Darnell went into the military but that didn’t cool off the romance with Phil. Photo courtesy of ethosmagonline.com.

“I knew my brother had probably fucked around with Darnell but that didn’t matter,” Phil said. “We took one look at each other and the attraction was there. We soon became inseparable.”

More than 30 years later Phil said he has never had a love affair as intense as the one he had with Darnell. He liked the way Darnell talked. The way he walked. The way he smelled.

They didn’t have an opportunity to have sex often — family was often around. And when they did they mostly just tongue kissed and bumped and grinded. But Phil said the feelings were still intense.

“That man could touch me with all my clothes on and his touch would make me cum,” he remembered.

Phil was a sophomore at Xavier and working part-time at J.C. Penney but Darnell did not have so much going for him. So his grandmother, who raised him, persuaded Darnell to join the military and get out of New Orleans before he fell in with a bad crowd and got in trouble.

Darnell went away to basic training in Oklahoma. But his love for Phil didn’t stop — in fact the separation intensified it. He called Phil collect almost every day, running up the phone bill. And almost every night Phil would sit at the dining room table alone studying into the night, waiting for Darnell to call.

Darnell even managed to get an allotment for Phil so that each month a portion of his military paycheck went to his love back home in Louisiana. Phil cashed the checks and hid the money under his mattress.

You see, Phil was saving the money because he planned to run away with Darnell after Darnell got out of basic training and went to his first post in California.

They had it all planned out. Phil would drop out of college, get an apartment off base with Darnell, and work at J.C. Penney’s to help them make ends meet.

But the two lovers ended up as star-crossed as Romeo and Juliet.

Gay poet and activist Essex Hemphill (right) in the 1980s. Photo courtesy of Pinterest.

Gay poet and activist Essex Hemphill (right) in the 1980s. Photo courtesy of Pinterest.

Phil’s mother was cleaning the house and changed the linen in the room and found a few hundred dollars in cash between the box spring and the mattress. She guessed immediately what was going on — mothers often know their children better than their children know themselves.

Phil was studying at the kitchen table, waiting on the collect call from Darnell as usual, when his mother confronted him and forced him out of the closet.

“I know what is going on — you plan to run away with Darnell,” she said, her eyes brimming with tears of love and sympathy. “I see you mooning around this house waiting on him to call. It’s obvious what is going on. It’s breaking my heart to see you like this.”

“Baby, you have to live your life and you have a lot of life to live. You have to finish college and make a better life than your father and me did.”

Darnell’s family found out too. You see, Darnell came home on leave for a month before shipping out to California. At the airport he cried so long and hard when he was saying goodbye to Phil that a blind man could see the two were in love.

Darnell’s grandmother narrowed her eyes looking at the spectacle and sucked her teeth. Darnell had already urged her to write a letter to the Army making up an excuse so he could be honorably discharged and come home. Now she knew why.

“A few days later his grandmother wrote me a letter demanding I sever ties with Darnell,” Phil said. “She said homosexuality was wrong and quoted all these Bible passages.”

The pressure from the two families worked. The two broke up.

“It wouldn’t have worked anyway,” Phil said. “After California the military was shipping Darnell to South Korea. I couldn’t follow him overseas. Remember, these were in the days way before President Clinton’s ‘Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell’ Policy. I would have jeopardized Darnell’s military career by following him around.”

So years passed. Darnell married a woman but soon divorced her and came out of the closet. Phil got over his first love and developed other relationships and moved away from New Orleans. But the two remained friends, although mostly the extent of the relationship today is keeping up with each other on Facebook.

Q: Okay readers tell me about your first love!

When is it okay to step out?


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Gay couple Octavius Terry and Jamal Sims. Photo courtesy of Youtube.

“Javier” is a handsome, 40-something man from Venezuela who sports a closely cropped beard.

He looks like all parts of the world rolled into one – Africa, Latino and European.

Javier loves black men above all others and has been in a relationship with “Raoul” for 14 years.

They own a home in a desirable Northeast Washington. D.C. neighborhood and enjoy a wide circle of friends.

But there is a problem. Raoul’s big black dick, which Javier adores, just isn’t getting hard. They haven’t had sex in months and when they did last the experience was just “meh.”

They don’t talk about it. Javier loves Raoul and they have so much time and money invested in each other he is loathe to separate.

And they still enjoy each other’s companionship.

So Javier slips out, taking off work early so he can get dick. The bigger and blacker the better.

“I do it for my sanity but I don’t know how long this situation can go in,” he says.

Another acquaintance named “Ryan” has been in a relationship and married to his man for 20 years. But his partner is overcoming prostate cancer and is having erectile problems.

Ryan loves him but damn a gay man has to have dick and ass sometimes. So he will say he is having a night out and visit the Crew Club, or The Eagle or Glorious Healthclub in D.C. and suck dick to his heart’s content.

Many gay men want monogamy and that one guy to fulfill their dreams. But relationships can be hard and require give and take and understanding and turning a blind eye from time to time.

I don’t think many people realize this.

Ryan thinks his partner knows he steps out but understands. Javier thinks his dude may be fucking around which is why his dick won’t get hard.

Since having an openly open relationship is out of the question for both – Javier said his dude is possessive and Ryan doesn’t want to crush his man’s ego – it seems things will remain as they are.

I’m not one to judge. This is reality for many gay men.

Q: Readers what do you think?