*** Highly Recommended ***
“Vintage Bareback: Underground Kink: Volume 3″
(Lavender Lounge – Feisty Media LLC)
Editor: Mark Kliem ( http://twitter.com/LavenderLounge )
There are two clues, other than the title, that are proof we are so deep in the porn time machine we’ve come full circle. Even the most casual porn fans have most likely been exposed at some point to the famous loops of the 70s, where groaning and dialogue were pleasantly (or not, depending on the scene) dubbed over scenes that moved in speeds we no longer have today. Even the ones that had all-out hardcore action have taken on a lovely nostalgic place with apple pie and Christmas lights. What’s more American than two handsome men jogging down the beach in slow-motion? Gay porn did it long before “Baywatch” and a lot better.
The first clue is the black-and-white filming. Even rudimentary filmmakers had color. The second is Crisco. Before stores with bright signs advertising the latest hip fetish-wear and blow-up dolls stocked a large array of lubricants, each made for a specific purpose or comfort, there was apple pie. And if there was apple pie, there was Crisco. Try finding a baking recipe before the mid-80s without it.
What they didn’t necessarily know in the supermarket check-out line was that though sweet Mrs. Finchley from across the street was getting the Crisco ready to bake her grandson all those delicious treats, Fred, the bachelor next door, was buying it so he could shove his big hairy paw up Mrs. Finchley’s son with spectacular ease.
Now that we’re caught up historically, let’s get to the specifics. Where this movie was stored and for how long, I have no idea and frankly, without full assurances that the place was hosed down or torched, I’m not sure I ever want to know, but I would love to shake the (gloved) hand of the kink king who was not at all interested in rustic loops or beach scenes.
This shit is raunchy and it’s amazing. There is no cinematic quality to speak of, but there is no pretense of it. This is hardcore madness. On the shiny black sets of dungeons today, fisting bottoms rule the action. Not these guys. They were being gagged for real while someone reached in all the way to his elbow. There is flogging that isn’t about achieving a perfect pink color, but the real thing. We’ve got abduction, we’ve got boots being shoved down throats, we’ve got torture and piss play and tit clamps and, best of all, two men stacked on top of each other each taking a fist further than physics should allow.
Writing this in 2013, I’m thinking about how carefully porn is constructed today and how well it lives by its own rules. A torture scene unravels, but filmed in such a way that the viewer doesn’t notice when the shackles are removed, but eventually they are and a trust exists between the filmmakers and the viewers that though this is scary-looking stuff, everyone involved had everyone else’s approval.
In these clips, I can’t say I’m sure of anything! When a guy who looks like the devil without make-up or a costume suggesting it, nears the camera with a hot branding iron, who the hell knows what is really going on (and yet it’s hot).
The first of the main features has a rather reassuring feel to it, even with the appellation “Double Deck Fisting.” The Fiesta and the Aloha? Sounds great, see you there at 4pm.
Wrong deck. A very handsome and built brunet man is standing shirtless making sure a sling is properly slung. In comes a blond guy with a big mustache and they kiss. They then inhale a large enough dose of poppers to knock out a city block and spend time touching, kissing and enjoying each other’s touch. The blond guy is helped out of his clothing by his friend, and the “Death Star approaching” soundtrack doesn’t really fit the brunet’s pleasure in deep-throating his pal. The blond hops (literally — I can’t think of a single pornographic hop in at least a decade) merrily into the sling and patiently waits while everything is fitted properly. It seems as normal to them as an airplane safety demonstration.
And then we get the Crisco. In case you still aren’t familiar with Crisco, today one hears “tub of lard” on the playground as an insult to a porky kid. Back then, it was simply a tub of lard. It came in these big canisters like paint and though it looked like whipped cream, one spoonful and you never made that association again. My mother was quite progressive and kept my family strictly focused on margarine and we were taught Crisco was the most evil substance that could be made part of a diet.
That was only half the story. There was this whole other use for Crisco that I only found out about later, and by that time, it had either disappeared from store shelves, was sold as an oil or I had already adopted a preferred lubricant. With these guys, Crisco was the first and last choice for hungry fisters. As the bottom slowly fades in a popper-induced happiness, his friend, wearing the biggest grin of the action is in with both arms, at least one almost always to the elbow. He’s got some damn nice tricks. It’s not the first time for either guy.
Into the middle of the action comes a rather strange looking man, a kind of elfish looking guy, but he gets on the sling, on top of the guy already in it, takes in a bottle of poppers and pokes his ass out so that the bottoms are in a competition for arm length they can’t even see. And this top has proven he’s a pro, so he has the sling a-swingin’ with arms all the way in two different assholes. Some of the positions are awfully clever and there is nothing fake about the happy state of exhaustion the bottoms show when pulling out a load of cum while still being plugged all the way.
The fun with fisting then gives way to “Brutal Leather Daddies.” There are two attackers, though only one is in leather. The other is completely naked already. The man they have abducted is stripped of his clothes and both guys reach for the Crisco and toys. The dildo play is tame, though the fact that one of the guys his holding the attacked guy by the balls seems like it could hurt. The good news is that he’s made to lick a boot that looks very clean to begin with, but once it’s lubed with Crisco, there goes any semblance of yummy taste. A third attacker arrives, this one in just leather boots and jacket, the compromise attacker of the trio. He gives the attached man a nice big cock to suck while the others are dildo-fucking and slapping him.
The attacked man seems a bit too much in the thralls of pleasure, so they apply a few clothespins to his nipples. And his balls, which I think hurts the attackers more than the guy because there is not one second where he doesn’t have the scene’s biggest dick proudly crammed down his throat. It is a mighty piece, but at no point does he willingly let it go, no matter what the other two guys are doing up in his ass.
Candle wax is up next. No scented votives here, just a long candle and really hot drippings. The guy’s ass is on its way to crispy fried when one of the attackers takes a leather strap to it. He’s deemed too careful, so the guy with the huge cock shows him how to really beat the shit out of a guy and mean it. He is pinned to the bed by the others and still sucking. Even if he wanted to complain, he couldn’t.
After more Crisco in the ass, the big-dicked guy pisses into the attacked man’s mouth more urine than can fill a troth at a minor league baseball game. There are no camera tricks here, no fancy editing. Just a guy unloading enough piss to safely trek across a desert. When he’s done, the attacked man is still twitching in his handcuffs, but his look says otherwise. Some plain old fucking is next, from the most leather-clad of the guys and the fetish is most important here. We don’t see his dick. It’s buried in the hole. What is shown is the constant pounding the guy’s rump by the leather pants from each harsh thrust.
I can’t say the angel choir and the faux-Oriental spoof of 1920s silent movie music is anything but annoying, but people want to hear something. This guy has been beaten and slapped around by this trio, but give him a dick to suck and he forget all about it, about the handcuffs or even the taste of Crisco. A meaningfully intended paddling is followed by more hot wax, but this time right in the guy’s hole. Looking a bit worn out after some medieval torture device I couldn’t name, he’s tossed in the bathtub, but only for a change of scenery. The dildos, the fists and the ever-lovin’ Crisco have simply necessitated a change in atmosphere. Having been an ace torture victim, and hell of a good sport pornographically, he’s almost happy to be pissed on again, this time in the tub where it’s easier to wash off (although it’s almost impossible to wash Crisco off anything — there’s a reason plastic utensils were invented).
“Dungeon of Terror” sounds spooky. It is. There is one guy hanging by his arms, another scooting across the floor with a saddle and leather man riding him and a lad in a straightjacket. Two jolly men in leather seem to be manning the dungeon. One seems clearly experienced and the other maybe just finishing his apprenticeship. He’s clearly into it, mind you. They attached the guy who was in the straightjacket to a what looks like the bar of a lateral pull-down machine in the gym, by his arms AND legs, raise the bar off the ground and then spin him. Pleasure or pain, I have no idea. Nausea, undeniable. Big Daddy, looking hot in his harness, hat and beard, has flogging down pat, but the other guys seems a bit timid, but remember, we’re assuming he’s not quite finished all of his training. In a position closest to Downward Facing Dog, we get some hearty fisting and that damn church choir on the soundtrack again.
The Dungeon Masters are not without heart. Before you attempt to crush a guy’s windpipe or fit his balls with some creepy torture device, they know to offer him the popper bottle. They aren’t heathens after all. They use enough to bring down a moose, but the tortured guy keeps his tongue stuck out for any chance of leather lickage he can get.
First rule of a dungeon: if you look like you are enjoying it, it’s going to stop. Candle wax on the nipples doesn’t scare this guy too much, so they keep breaking the vials of amyl nitrate to goad him back into full passivity. He’s all but upside down now, and chained at the arms and legs. He couldn’t fight the wax if he wanted to. He’s almost giddy when an armpit is forced in his face. It turns him all kissy with Big Daddy.
Second rule of a dungeon: don’t count out love. With Big Daddy a big old pussycat, the apprentice is kind of lost, but he has such a mammoth cum-shot that our new lovebirds are both kind of dazzled.
The finale this wonderfully potent trip down Mental Asylum Lane, replete with enough Crisco to stare down a Showcase Showdown on The Price is Right, is “Torture Barn.” This is the one with the devil. Even is outfit is a bit on the hokey movie villain side. At the beginning, a very handsome lad in bars in this new torture palace, while Mr. Mistof drags in another and flings him into the cell. Both boys are forced to put on barely-there thongs with the same “are we kind of bad” look like the kids in “The Blue Lagoon,” but the cell vet knows enough to stand at the back of the cell and feverishly whip his head back and forth in a gesture of defiance.
The guys are forced to lick a plate of gooey substance together. The cell vet, apparently the only member of SAG to make it into this movie, stays in character enough to pretend disgust, but the other guys comes up licking his lips like he’s been eating honey. They then lick each other’s faces clean, with constant laughter from the guy who is clearly too high to remember there is a script. The magic goo has made the guys less apt to fight back, so by the time His Dishonor drags in another playmate, they are kind of into it. Well, the high guy isn’t able to focus, but the actor looks appropriately frightened as the cute new hottie in the collar contorts his well-muscled body being walked on all fours by his owner.
The Devil, now looking like a standard movie Russian peasant, has a bit of an unfair advantage over his three pets: a gun. It does force the guys to do his bidding, even though the high guy doesn’t know he’s supposed to not like this. Out of a very fancy lunch box comes the star of the scene, a pretty significant dildo/sheath thing that the devil wears to fuck the other guy. I guess it’s wider than a standard cock, and I’m not seeing much Crisco, but other than the twitching of the bottom’s hands, there’s no much evidence this is anything but a typical Saturday night.
This is classy stuff, with plot. The hottie is tied up in a position that forces him to flex his pecs and arms while looking fearful and this is where our Master of Pain comes at him VERY slowly with a hot poker. But, wait, there’s a set of keys on the floor and suddenly the three guys are a team and .. the movie ends.
Come on, Lavender Lounge! If this is a way to make me buy another disc to see the continuation of a silent movie serial that throws more perils than Pauline ever handled (not to mention cock), I’ll likely do it, but if I’m this invested and I hear that’s the only can of film you can find, I might insist someone quickly film an ending, because I want to know what the fuck happens in the end!
DVD features: Chapters; fullscreen; trailers (“Dungeon Werk” and “Fuckin’ Around the House”); and no regional coding.
A DVD Review by Brent Blue ( http://www.ManNet.com )
*** Highly Recommended ***
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I just got a new batch of 8mm movies transferred to digital, and this is the first one of that group. It’s a B&W fetish movie featuring a hot black guy who bottoms for two white guys in a play room with mirrors on the ceiling. A lot of shots are done in the reflection of the mirror.
There is a lot of fisting, fucking, snorting poppers and Crisco in this 1970s underground fetish classic. See the full length scene in the VIP Room.
Here’s a new video featuring two long-haired twinks that get very smoochy and cuddly before fucking like bunnies. Some nice close-ups of one guy on his back with a dick shoved in his mouth.
At the end, they pull out a can of Crisco, and you know what happens next! One guy puts his fist up the other guy’s butt.
Both are cute, skinny and hairy, I think you’ll like it.
Here are some more screen grabs from the newest movie added to the VIP Room, Fisting Twinks. The two younger guys in this scene are very hot, with smooth skin, tight abs and cute butts. The long-haired top has a huge cock, too!
When you think of fisting movies, particularly fisting movies from the 1970’s, it’s usually scruffy leather daddies in a sling with a dungeon setting. This scene however, is even more rare in that it stars two cute young twinks in what appears to be a process of experimentation.
In the freewheeling 70s, lots of people tried new things, and it appears these two young guys wanted to push the limits a bit more. They fucked and sucked, then both dipped into the Crisco. The long-haired top went right for the nearly virgin ass of the twinky bottom and shoved his hand up to his knuckles.
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Zing went the sling of my heart!
Most guys think vintage gay porn movies only involve blond surfer twinks. The truth is, that was more the style of the 1980’s. The 1970’s vintage movies I’ve been searching for are generally more edgy and more diverse featuring gruffer guys with dark hair, furry chests, un-shaved balls and sometimes more daddy-like. I particularly like to uncover the kinkier movies from the 1970’s because they are even more rare.
“Double Deck Fisting” is an untitled piece of 1970’s film making that is clearly from the darker side. It features three daddy types (some with bald spots) that snort poppers and get fisted in a sling. At one point, one of the mustached guys crawls on top of the guy in the sling to allow the top to fist both at once, as seen in the photo.
The entire movie is available in the VIP Room for members only. It’s a fun romp, so spend $10 and you can see it, as well as a ton of other movies, for an entire month.
I just got a new batch of vintage gay porn movies converted from 8mm to digital, and they are all very primitive kink movies from the 1970’s. This is the trailer from “Double Deck Fisting”, with three guys playing around in a sling. In the scene shown here, one bottom crawls on top the other and the top fists them both at the same time, hence the “double deck”.
You can see the whole version of this classic kink movie by joining the VIP room.
Below is a rare interview with film maker Peter de Rome from Butt Magazine, just release today. Click here to see one of Peter de Rome’s first films, ‘Hotpants’ from ‘The Erotic Films of Peter de Rome’, shown here in its entirety. Courtesy of BFI and Images of The World/Bijou.
BUTT • MAGAZINE • Interviews
Peter de Rome
Video by Peter de Rome
Peter de Rome Quit His Job at Tiffany’s and Discovered His Inner Pornographer
Interview by Alex Needham
Photography by Devin Blair
Born in 1924, Peter de Rome didn’t start making gay pornographic films until he was in his forties. In 1971, eight of his cerebral and often bizarre shorts were officially released as ‘The Erotic Films of Peter de Rome’. Peter then found himself with a following that included Andy Warhol (who he coolly said no to when approached to make ‘a Warhol film’) John Gielgud and William Burroughs. Most of his 8mm films were shot guerrilla-style in public with little or no budget, for just the cost of the stock. He stopped making porn in the early 80s, but these days Peter’s films are finding a new audience. I met him backstage at the British Film Institute in London.
How are you this afternoon?
I’m holding up, thank you very much.
Do you still live in New York?
Yes, I do. I arrived here on Tuesday. I had one day in Sandwich where I have a little cottage. I’m here for the summer because I don’t like summers in New York. I fly back on 9/11.
I grew up in Ramsgate which is just six miles away. Just before my mother died I moved her to a nursing home in Sandwich, and I liked it so much there that I stayed on. That was in 1977.
Is there a gay scene in Sandwich?
There used to be. There was a guy called Nick Rock, if you can believe that name, who had an antique shop and he was the center of it all. He got arrested for importing some kid from Dover. It hit the local newspapers and I think that started the rot.
Are you still in touch with the gay scene in New York?
No, I’m so old now, I’m past all that — I’m eighty-eight this year. I’m sure there’s a lot going on, it’s just that I’m not interested. I don’t think the gay scene’s as heavy as it was in the 70s. In those days, there was a very active scene on the West Side and on the trucks.
Did you used to get involved?
A bit. I remember going there once and seeing Gore Vidal coming away. I felt like saying, ‘Any luck?’
Are your films art or porn?
A mixture, really. I just felt like making my own little things, but I never had any highfalutin ideas about them at all.
Who did you make them for?
For myself, just for fun, until I took a few of them to the Amsterdam Wet Dream Festival in 1971. ‘Hot Pants’ won first prize… My silly little film which I shot in half an hour. Both John Russell Taylor and David Robinson reviewed it over here for the ‘Times’ and the ‘Financial Times’ and were very kind.
I love the idea of it being reviewed in the ‘Financial Times’.
Then when I got back to New York several people had heard about it. Jack Deveau, who had just finished making his first porn film, ‘Left Handed’, asked to see it. When I showed him, he said, ‘What about blowing them up to 16mm and releasing them commercially?’ So he produced them for me, and they opened at the Lincoln Art Theatre in New York very successfully. Then they played most of the big theaters in the States.
You seem to have a knack for engaging men in sexual activity.
Mostly one-night stands… I’ve never had a long-term affair. I’ve got two very good friends, but they’re not sexual. One of them has been — he’s straight, married with grandchildren, but I adore him. With the other one, the sex wore off pretty soon, but we’re the best of friends. They’re both black. That’s one of the reasons I stay in America, because I really adore black men.
Was your affinity for black men because you were sexually drawn to them?
I’ve always loved the visual quality of blacks. Even as a kid, I loved poring through National Geographic to see the black bodies. I hadn’t really realized it until I got to America. And it’s American blacks, not African blacks that I’m attracted to. They’ve got to have a mixture of American blood, I’ve found out. I had bought a little 8mm movie camera, and I started shooting these black guys in the nude. People I liked…
Were they all straight?
Could be… But the funny thing was that, being Southerners, they wanted a real relationship. A lot of them would turn me down because they realized I was doing it for a quick fix.
What was your technique for persuading men to star in your films?
There was no technique at all. In ‘Adam and Yves’, there was going to be a black orgy with about twelve guys, and I contacted several people I knew and said ‘Do you want 150 bucks for one night’s work?’ They said OK. We shot it in the men’s room of the Lincoln Art Theatre where my films were showing. I had to go through Third Avenue, which between 53rd and 54th was all hustlers at that time and I thought, ‘All the guys I’ve asked to come along won’t make it, so I’ll pick a couple up on Third Avenue and take them along’. And it worked!
So you never got a smack in the face when you asked a total stranger whether they fancied engaging in gay sex on film?
Never, no. I made another film called ‘Deliveries in the Rear’. I’d seen a boy on Park Avenue who had some photocopies under his arm and he was showing the most incredible basket and I thought, ‘Just right’. I followed him into a building, got into the elevator with him, and on the way up I said, ‘Excuse me, but I’m making a film and I wonder whether you’d like to be in it. It’s gay porn and I’ll pay you 150 bucks.’ And he said OK just like that.
And did you sleep with all these guys?
Not necessarily. Once, after John Gielgud saw one of my films he said, ‘Who’s that guy with the huge dick?’ I arranged a meeting between them and it worked out very well.
Gielgud sent you a pitch for a film, didn’t he?
He was a big fan. Every time he came to New York, he wanted to see my latest. He wrote me a scenario in his tiny little handwriting. He gave me four titles, one of which was ‘Trouser Bar’. It starts off with several people looking into the shop window, but the blinds are down. It looks as though somebody’s going down on somebody else but then you go inside and you realize that it’s a men’s store and it’s display guys on their knees dressing mannequins in the window. Then the first customer comes in, goes into his changing room and puts on various clothes. Gielgud was mad about fabric. Corduroy and velvet… He loved men’s clothing. Then another guy comes in. There’s a peephole through the cubicles, and they watch each other and start groping. It develops into a bit of an orgy. One guy gets into jodpurs and onto a make-believe horse with a whip. And then you cut to people outside who’ve been watching and that’s it.
You didn’t fancy making it?
It had to pass some kind of committee comprised of people like Dickie Attenborough and maybe Dame Judi, who look after Gielgud’s literary estate. I think they’ve turned thumbs down on it.
Hey, it’s that naughty Peter de Rome, just in from Sandwich for a screening of raunchy flicks at the BFI.
Your film ‘Underground’ depicts a hippy fucking a businessman on a subway train. Was it actually filmed it public?
For real. I’d had this idea because traveling on the New York subway in the rush hour, there was groping all the time. I was on one camera, there was another guy on another camera, two lookouts, two actors and Jack Deveau. That was it. We didn’t get chance for retakes. At first, I’d thought I’d do a lot of cutaways, but when it came to editing the film it played so forcefully in its own time that it didn’t need it. The sex scenes were filmed late at night. The transit police were starting to get suspicious. It was really my most successful film.
There’s something about the outrageousness of the scenario that is really appealing. Did you ever get on the wrong side of the law with these films?
No. Only one guy sued us, because I was using James Brown’s music for ‘Hot Pants’. A guy who was in his band saw the film — he must have been gay — and they sued us. They settled for 500 bucks.
I wonder what James Brown would have made of the film.
I don’t think he would have cared. He was into everything…
How about ‘Prometheus’… Is that your most hardcore film?
Yes, it is. I didn’t really want to do it.
It does seem slightly out of keeping with the rest of your work… The naked guy tied to the floor while other men abuse him.
Absolutely, but when we decided to release the films commercially, Jack said, ‘I think we’ve got to do something more hardcore because that’s what people want to see these days’. In ‘Adam and Yves’, the full-length feature that followed, he wanted fist-fucking which I wasn’t interested in at all, but I had to put it in. In ‘Prometheus’, we go about as far as we can. I didn’t like it at all… It was very difficult to film, for one thing. When the guy’s being whipped, you can tell it wasn’t really hurting.
Was the guy into it, the one on the bottom?
Yes, very much so. Aren from Estonia. He was into anything. Whatever you did to him, he loved it. Funnily enough he became a pretty successful executive. He hasn’t done any more porn.
Would you make another film?
I doubt it very much. I’m past it.
Did AIDS put an end to your filmmaking career?
Really, yes. They were closing down theaters in New York which were showing porn. Jack Deveau had died — not of AIDS, of cancer — and no one else was going to finance me. A lot of the people who were in my films died of AIDS, particularly in ‘Prometheus’.
So what did you do when you stopped making films?
Bummed around… I really haven’t worked for a long time. I live very simply and luckily I’ve got a rent-controlled apartment in New York. That’s the only reason I can stay there, because it’s so absurdly low. I live at Murray Hill, 35th and Second.
How have you found getting older, as a gay man?
It’s OK. I don’t really mind. I don’t have any sex any more. I can’t even get an erection, really.
When did you stop having sex?
About 10 years ago, now.
The physical shape of the guys in your films… It’s a body type you don’t see that much these days. Lean and wiry, but not gym-honed.
They were lean, weren’t they? I like asses very much. I started one film called ‘Beautiful Buns’. They never look quite as round on film as they do in life, because film is two dimensional. And I’ve got a theory about blue jeans, too… When you see a man wearing tight blue jeans from way off it looks as if he’s got a great basket showing, but the nearer you get the smaller it gets. I think it’s because of the white thread that’s interwoven with the blue thread that brings the light onto it. It accentuates the shape.
So when filming asses you’ve got to have the lighting just right.
Absolutely. I’m not half as careful about lighting as I was with Jack Deveau. It took so much time lighting a scene. I used to tell him that Orson Welles didn’t give a damn where the light came from, as long as it was dramatic.
‘The Erotic Films of Peter de Rome’ are available in a lovingly-packaged DVD (Region 2 for UK and Europe) with 36-page booklet including essays, credits and extracts from Peter’s diary from the BFI here. In the U.S.A., Peter’s films are available on DVD and on-demand from Bijou.
The website XXFactor.com just posted a review of my DVD Vintage Muscle Jocks. If these quote give any indication, it sounds like they really liked it.
“Vintage Muscle Jocks provides plenty of hardcore sex, while adding a softcore layer, and a “no-core” layer, that remind us of where we’ve been, where we came from. You really oughta see it.”
“…films like Vintage Muscle Jocks are a clarion call to my cock.”
Onan The Vulgarian, XX Factor
The DVD is a 92 minute compilation of movies dating from the late 1950’s to the late 1970’s, with each scene centering around a sports and athletics theme. This rare footage was transferred from 8mm film with color correction, digital enhancement and soundtrack added.
The reviewer also send me a personal note with more trivia about the movie:
“This was a lot of fun. The soloist muscle hunk is porn star Roger (aka Tom Garrett and Richard Moore). He was a straight guy who used the name Roger for his gay stuff. He, Casey Donovan and Jack Wrangler were probably the ruling triumvirate of 1970s porn. He will be the subject of my “Vintage Porn Star” column sometime this month.”
This is a very rare film from the late 1950’s by Apollo Studios. In it, a popular physique model of the time, Steve Wengryn, is wandering the dusty mountain roads of Woodland Hills in the still very rustic San Fernando Valley. It’s so hot and sunny, that Steve decides to take off his shirt, and after a few minutes, removes his pants and shoes, too. So imagine a man walking around an LA suburb in just his jockey shorts. If you were sitting in the shade, drinking iced tea and reading a book and this nearly naked man came to your door, what would you do?
Well, if you’re this guy (who happens to be sitting in super tight cut-off jeans shredded all the way up to the waist) you naturally let him in. Not only that, you size him up and decide to take some “artistic” physique photos. In what must have been a shock beyond compare, the model actually strips down NAKED on camera! We only see his bare butt, but there is no mistaking he’s naked. That must have caused quite a stir at the time.
After few shots indoors, they move outside to shoot. After he’s gotten the shots he needs, the photographer develops the film in the dark room while the model waits under tree, sipping iced tea. When he emerges from the dark room with 8×10 prints, he shows them to the model for his approval. The End.
How about that for jack-off material?! If you watch closely though, you’ll notice that neither of the models are ever seen in the same shot together! Not sure what that means, but it could be that the film maker was afraid the models wouldn’t cooperate in any “fag stuff”, or else their schedules just didn’t jive. Who knows?
This is a little softcore solo movie from the late 70’s or early 80’s and it’s kinda “artsy”. It is part of my new DVD VINTAGE MUSCLE JOCKS, available from PornTeam.com. In a completely black room, a beefy smooth bodybuilder is standing under a lone spotlight. He’s dark haired with a bushy mustache, a white headband and white jockstrap. His oiled-up muscles glimmer in the light. Though his body would be considered average size in today’s porn standards, that giant hose between his legs would be considered big in any era. Whatever. He looks quite luscious to me!
This rare, unknown footage is unfortunately incomplete, but for solo material, it’s pretty awesome to get your motor running. You can also watch it online if you are a VIP Member.
The other day I wrote (excitedly) about discovering a glossy magazine that went along with a really good movie I’ve already been running on the site since the very beginning. Here are some shots from “Hairy Lawnboy Fuck”, which can be seen in it’s entirety in the VIP Room. Here is what I had to say the first time around:
A clean-cut preppy college boy in skimpy athletic shorts is watching a blue collar lawnboy pushing the mower. The gruff looking yardman has unruly longish brown hair, bushy beard and a luxurious pelt of chest hair. The college boy gets turned on by his super-tight, high waisted bell bottom pants, and he himself starts panting with anticipation from his perch on a ladder in the barn.
When the lawnboy enters the barn, the chemistry is mutual. In no time at all the brutish lawnboy pushes Joe College into his crotch. He removes his shirt and pours a can of Budweiser down his chest into the mouth of Joe College. The beer segment is one of my all time favorite erotic moments on film.
After some playful fucking, sucking and rimming, the husky top plows the quivering college hunk till he cums. They flipflop and the manly lawnboy shoots his load in the privileged yuppie’s face. The Working Class gets its revenge. Like John Lennon said, a working class hero is something to be – especially if you have a big dick and know how to use it.
Besides the 8-12 minutes of movie, you can also see over 50 glamor shots from that movie right here in the VIP Room.