Saturday, July 29, 2006

 

Eye To Eye with the Obvious

I’ve needed new contact lenses for a while and so recently went to an Optometrist I hadn‘t visited before. (And, no, my eyes weren’t failing because I’d been jacking-off watching too much porn. It had been three or four years since my last check up, that‘s all.) My room mate accompanied me to the exam, and as we waited in the receptionist area I filled out the New Patient forms. There was an odd category; "List your hobbies."

I had to stop and think about this question. The usual answers seemed so trite: reading, music, theatre, baseball, cooking, wine. Sure I enjoy all that, but are they my hobbies? I turned to my room mate and asked him what he thought my hobbies are. He pondered for quite a while, then got an odd look on his face, looked at me and earnestly asked, “Porn?”

I guess he nailed it. You just can’t get away from the truth, can you?

So I dutifully wrote down “Reading, music, theatre, baseball, cooking, wine.”

Friday, July 28, 2006

 

Philadelphia Freedom

Incest is not a porn topic that automatically turns me on. Sure, I love the Taboo series of films and, yes, they deal exclusively with familys having sex with each other. But blood relations swapping bodily fluids through close contact isn’t something I obsess on or even think about much. Let’s put it this way, I don’t jack-off thinking about any of my relations, and I never have.

However, a web-surfing friend recently copied a brief video from Rapidshare (or a site like that) of two brothers enthusiastically doing each other like pigs. My buddy put it on a DVD for me with a few other short porn videos he downloaded. The brothers’ names are not supplied, and I have no idea which web site originated the film. My copy is jerky, as web videos often are (and as I did while I watched it.)

It is fascinating when the older (dominant) brother is interviewed (the younger passive brother remains remarkable silent), explaining that they started sucking each other off in high school. Then the older bro left for college and when he returned home for holiday visits was when he actully started fucking his eighteen year old brother. Today they live together in a monogamous, committed relationship. They’re a couple … and they’re brothers. And now, internet porn stars.

I have to admit I found the film very hot. They start with fervent kissing, and it is real, passionate, heavy kissing. Then a stunning, sloppy blow-job, the kind of blow-job where the cock is worshiped and adored. A quick 69 session is followed by the intense bare-back fucking, during which they enjoy several positions. They kiss a few times while pumping away, and the older brother gently, delicately nuzzles and kisses his brother’s back or shoulder or ear. They lock eyes deeply a couple of times, and if I’m any judge of the look on their faces, they’re in love; real profound love.

When the older brother pulls his cock out of his bro’s ass-hole, the younger man pushes his hips into the air, spurting cum onto his own face and waiting mouth. Then he wipes his own juice off his face and licks it off his fingers, all the while moaning. The older brother crawls up and, jerking-off, shoots an amazingly huge load of spurting white foam onto his sibling’s face and open, hungry mouth. The younger man mops up as much of his brother’s cum off his face with his fingers and feeds it to himself, loving every drop and every moment of it. He engulfs the large cock with his mouth once again, sending shudders through his older sibling.

The cameraman, who interviewed them earlier, films a close-up of the now soaked sheets, covered by the excess spunk that didn’t land of the young stud’s face. The cameraman comments on the massive amount of semen, and wonders if the older guy always shoots so much jizz. Finally speaking, the younger man says, “Oh, yes. Always.”

This is hot porn. It only lasts about ten minutes, but it brought me to a shuttering climax. I wish I knew what web site it was from. I wish I knew who these boys are. I wish I knew where they lived. I wish I could watch them fuck in person. Simply amazing.

Sunday, July 23, 2006

 

You Want To Put That Where?

One of my room mates subscribes to Instinct, a very fine gay magazine. Instinct features terrific lifestyle articles, fascinating fashion layouts, and essays written from slightly dirty gay points of view. In the recent July issue, columnist Dave White recounted his short foray into the porn industry as a production assistant. The article was very funny, as White’s writing always proves to be.

Hidden in the article was a little trivia tid-bit about porn production that was news to me, and something I became fascinated and even a little obsessed with. White discussed Viagra and its use on the adult film set. Yes, the boys take it to get them up and keep them up. But sometimes even the little blue helper doesn’t work. Luckily, pharmaceutical companies have rushed into the forefront of keeping our fuck stars working hard.

There is a drug called Caverject. It supplies wood quickly and reliably, and it keeps the patient hard for about three hours. The fact this drug exists makes sense and isn’t terribly surprising. But what did make me stop dead in my tracks was the fact that Caverject must be administered by a doctor, and -- hold on to something -- isn’t a pill. You might notice the drug is called Caverject. Really have a look at that final syllable. Caverject. Yes, you receive Caverject through an injection! And it doesn’t go in your arm. Or your butt. No, the hypodermic needle is inserted directly where you really don’t want anything sharp inserted.

Sure, Caverject may get porn studs harder than a rock, but stop for a minute and think about how your arm feels when you’ve been to the doctor and gotten an everyday inoculation. Or when you're visiting the dentist and get numbed. The spot you receive the injection becomes irritatingly sore. So it can’t be much fun to fuck with a sore stiffy, even if it won‘t go soft. How do they do it?

I’d be very interested to know how often porn stars get the shaft shot. Is it extremely common? Or is it just a contingency plan, used very occasionally? But what I’m really interested in is, what happened to the days when the sex stars at least looked like they were fucking because they enjoyed it? Makes you miss Jack Wrangler and Jon King reveling in gay sex, and Randy West and Paul Thomas celebrating straight sex, doesn’t it? I bet they never got their cocks shot full of stiffy juice.

Saturday, July 22, 2006

 

A Don't Miss -- Oral Exams

I’m home from Seattle and extremely excited to report on a gay porn film I saw while I was in Washington State’s Emerald City. Oral Exams is one of the most amazing “all oral” videos I’ve ever seen. It got me off intensely and memorably. It is stunningly hot, and if you read no further, please go out and rent or buy it. It is simply terrific.

Sometimes specialty porn can become tiresome. I usually don’t care for foot fetish films or bondage movies or videos focusing on a single sex act. That is, I felt that way until I started watching specialty porn directed by the great Chi Chi LaRue, like this one produced for her Rascal Video/Channel 1 Releasing company. I’ve had a movie for a couple years helmed by Ms. LaRue called Ass Lick Alley (I‘ll write about it some day, I promise.) As you might guess, it’s a rimming movie, and it’s hotter than hell. Oral Exams is even hotter. As you can guess from the title, Oral Exams completely about blow-jobs, although there are a few rim jobs thrown in just for fun. Fucking, it seems, was saved for the sequel Detention, which I have yet to see. Oral Exams swept the 2003 GayVN Awards and with very good reason.

Handsome and hung Matt Summers is the true star of this film which features 11 very handsome and hung guys. Summers insures his stardom with his extraordinary deep throating talents. He plays a student who, in the first scene, discovers the school janitor jacking-off in a utility closet. I don’t know the name of the actor playing Summers’ floor-mopping playmate, but he has a massively huge cock, possibly equiling the infamous John Holmes.. Unfortunately, he’s about as good looking as Holmes. But with a cock that size, it’s forgivable. Summers, surprisingly, can take every inch of it down his throat and he looks like he’s having a great time doing it. The janitor, delightfully, has one of the filthiest mouths since Jeff Stryker, and as Summers gulps and gags on the huge dick time after time the guy with the big cock issues dirtier and dirtier orders. The effect the stunning. Although the culminating cum shots are a little disappointing, this is still a magnificent, dirty, sexy scene.

The second sequence is relatively disappointing. Two jocks in a locker room overhear two other guys talking about a cock-sucking class they’re attending the next day. When the two students leave, the jocks are so turned on they trade blow-jobs and rim each other. It all seems perfunctory, and passionless. Again the appearance of the jizz isn’t very exciting.

Then we get to the third and final scene. Summers and nine other young, muscled students gather in a class room waiting for the aforementioned cock-sucking class. Their older (but buff and hot with a shaved head) teacher tells them he’s leaving them alone for a few minutes and to behave themselves. Well, you know what happens, the boys all start fooling around, then start jerking-off, then start blowing each other. Soon they’re all naked and going at it in varied and imaginative combinations (a hall-mark of a Chi Chi LaRue film.) The teacher returns, strips naked and joins in. Unsurprisingly, the janitor also shows up. Following an extended sequence of expert knob-polishing from all the guys, Summers is thrown on his back onto a desk, and one by one each of the other ten hunks aggressively face fuck him. They roughly force their large, straining cocks down his willing and hungry throat, their hefty, low-hanging balls violently slapping against his nose. He deep throats each and every stud, taking each cock deeply several times. If you can watch this scene and not develop hard-on, then frankly you may be dead.

Here’s the part of the video where the cum flows freely and prodigiously. Each and every drop of the spunk produced shoots onto Summers’ smiling face. By film’s end he is happy, contented, and barely recognizable through the sticky cock-snot. Amazing!

The remarkable cast includes Chris Bolt, Danny Chance, Brett Collins, Hans Ebson, Rob Kirk, Antonio Majors, Marco Paris, Victor Rios, Ray Stone, Damon West and, of course Matt Summers.

This is a film that is destined to become classic porn. Don’t miss it. I can’t wait to see it again and again. And to shoot my own cum to it again and again. Oral Exams is, quite simply, one of the best ever made.




Saturday, July 15, 2006

 

Lollipop Perfection

I’m currently visiting beautiful Seattle on business, but now that I have actually gone out and bought a laptop, I’m able to keep up with the blog wherever I am. The evening before I left for the Emerald City, I took my pants off and enjoyed most of one of the great straight classics of all time, Lollipop Palace.

Directed in 1976 by the amazing Kirdy Stevens (who also directed the first three films in the brilliant Taboo series), this homage to San Francisco’s great cat-houses is set in the depression inflicted 1930s. Bunny Savage plays naïve Bonnie, a young woman out of work and starving, who decides to become a “workin’ girl.” She visits the best and bawdiest bordello in town, run by the local madam, played with relish by Frenchie Dior. Ms. Dior performs the entire role as a really bad Mae West impersonation -- and I mean so bad it would make a drag queen wince. But, that being said, it’s still very funny, and Ms. Dior’s delivery of some of Ms. West’s best lines (“A good man is hard to find and a hard man is good to find.”) become hilarious in their ineptitude.

That being said, this is marvelous classic porn. The movie starts with one whore having her face blasted with sticky cum from a hot, unidentified young man. Then a sailor is taken (and I do mean taken) by another of the madam’s girls to a dungeon where she makes him rape her, then ties him up and beats him with a whip until he shoots into her mouth.

There’s a terrific three-way with a hooker, an Italian customer, and his male translator. A brash Texan, played by Rick Lutz shows up with his wife. The wife wants to try being a whore and so she goes off with John Holmes while “Tex” heads off with two of the madam‘s employees. He makes the girls put on a show for him before joining them, ordering them around while they suck him, and then he fucks them extremely hard. This is an enormously hot scene, as hot as anything Kirdy Stevens ever directed. In fact, I feel safe to say it may be Stevens’ finest, most boner inducing scene of all. As I mentioned earlier, I didn’t watch this entire movie. This cum bubbling scene is the reason.

I have to say one thing about John Holmes. I know he is a porn icon. I know he may be the most famous (and notorious) adult film star that ever was or maybe ever will be. I know he is that rarest of things, a male star who sells tickets and DVDs in straight porn. I know all that. But I don’t like the guy. This film is a perfect example. Although filled with hot scenes, Holmes here presents another of his perfunctory, passionless fucks. Sure he has a huge cock, and yes, I’m a little bit of a size queen, but his disinterest coupled with his at best unattractive face and undefined muscle tone make him an instant turn-off. It probably doesn’t help to know he died of AIDS while I’m watching him have unprotected sex. Sorry to say it, but when he appears on my television screen, I usually reach for the fast-forward button, and it was no different with Lollipop Palace.

Don’t be fooled by the packaging, the girls on the DVD cover currently being marketed appear nowhere in the film. But the movie is hot, the sex varied, the performers attractive (except for Holmes), and the plot contains that rarest of concepts in porn, humor. If you’re into great classic straight adult cinema buy or rent Lollipop Palace. You won’t be disappointed.

Sunday, July 09, 2006

 

Public Plumpys

When I was a teenager I would get unintended hard-ons instantly and it could happen in almost any given situation; the class-room, walking down the street, watching an episode of Happy Days. There didn’t have to be anything erotic happening around me, or being discussed, or even lurking in my own mind. Sometimes, for no discernable reason -- Be-Wang-Agagagag -- Major wood! And usually major visible wood

I’m not saying I have trouble getting erect now, I don’t. But it doesn’t just happen by itself when I least expect it. I have some control over my cock’s activities, and I’ve learned how to hide a plumpy when it becomes necessary. The only way I can imagine getting caught tenting is if someone were to walk in on me jacking-off and no one has walked in on me practicing my favorite hobby lately (not since I was 12 and my mother caught me, but that’s another story. I have a close friend who claims there is only one thing to say when someone surprises you whacking. You don’t try to hide what you’re doing, you just look up at them and say, “Oh. I was just thinking about you.”)

I mention Stone Basket because the other evening I was at my local porn emporium browsing through the racks of new DVD releases. I’m always looking for hot new strokers, as well as films I haven't seen my favorite stars are in. Also searching the other night was a nice looking guy, dirty blonde hair, about 30. Not a child by any means, an adult, and someone who’d been an adult for quite a while.

I wasn’t cruising him, I just noticed him, noticed he was fairly good looking, and noticed he was looking through the straight movies. (I know, I know, that doesn’t mean anything. God knows, I’m often in the straight section myself, but sometimes you can just look at a person, particularly in a porno store, and know if they’re gay or straight.) The point is, I noticed this guy, but the main thing I noticed about him was the extremely large protrusion bulging up and to the right through his jeans. The guy had a Major Rager happening in his pants. It was impossible not to notice he was hard, he was hung, and he either didn’t know he was showing or didn’t know how to mask it.

He looked at the movies for five minutes or so, without noticeable softening, and then, not buying or renting anything, departed. Now I have never gotten a hard-on in a porn store -- or at least not while looking through the DVD cases -- I have been known to disappear into the arcade area, and what’s happened to my cock there -- well, just use your imagination.

I guess I admire this guy in a way; Springing a stiffy so easily and publicly, and then wearing it with pride. I mean, it’s a Porn Store! We’re all there to find literature (or visuals) to get us hard and get us off. He was just way ahead of the game, and frankly, what’s wrong with that?

And, did I mention, seeing him browsing with an obviously engorged member was a real turn on? I didn’t get hard in the store myself, but I could have. But when I got home and started thinking about what I’d seen, well, then I did.

Friday, July 07, 2006

 

Sam Jones Isn't Playgirl Material Now

There are some television networks I normally wouldn’t watch on a dare, but will always stop and check out when I’m channel surfing. I don’t want to mention any names, but one of those networks is run by, aimed at, and programmed purely by evangelical Christians. I’m not at all religious myself, and, I have to admit, often find the way rabid Christians think, speak and behave to be hilariously funny. I particularly find miraculous healings entertaining, and so I never miss checking to see what’s happening on the particular network in question.

So, last night I’m jumping from channel to channel, and of course stop to see what the Jesus Jumpers are up to. No healings, unfortunately, but something just as amusing. On a very homey set, complete with comfortable couch and fireplace, sat legendary cowboy spouse Dale Evans, the late wife of the even later Roy Rogers. Now Miss Evans has been dead for at least four years, and my assumption that the Rapture must have occurred and Miss Evans had been resurrected proved to be incorrect. I discovered at the end of the show, the current television program is a compilation of her finest past interviews with Christian stars.

Okay, you say, but what the fuck does this have to do with watching porn? Hang on, I’m getting to it.

Dale was improbably interviewing Todd Bridges. (Now if that doesn’t catch your eye, you’ve got to be dead.) I won’t go into details of the conversation, but the juxtaposition of an old school Hollywood diva and one of television’s most notorious bad boys (I mean, come on, he did shoot somebody once) couldn’t have been more sublimely bizarre or funnier.

But then, then next guest came on. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It was Sam Jones. He was introduced as Bo Derek’s costar in the classic sex farce 10, as well as the guy who played the extremely sexy title character in Flash Gordon. They talked about his film and television career, the numerous awards he’s received, his conversion to Christianity, and what he’s up to these days (not much). What they didn’t talk about was his famous 1975 spreads (and I do mean spread) in Playgirl Magazine. His two or three nude layouts made him one of the magazine’s most remembered and requested models. He even became a Playgirl Man of the Year, as well as appearing on the cover of their tenth anniversary issue.

I vividly remember Jones’ pictures in Playgirl. I was a teenager when I discovered them, and jacked-off to them endlessly. I thought it was so sexy to see a star I had seen on the big screen walking around naked, freely showing his large hairy cock, and just generally looking stunningly hot.

Let me tell you, he doesn’t look like that anymore. Jones has not aged well in the 30 years since he posed nude, and frankly, he looks (as Miss Evans might have said) like he’s been rode hard and put away wet. From what he said in the interview, he has had something of a tough road. But he has renounced his mistakes, he claims, and turned away from his sinful past. He never said what that past was, but to the ears of someone like me, who had jacked-off endlessly to photos of this hunk, it could only have had to do with sex.

All I can say is, I hope Jones had a lot of fun back then. I sure would have liked to have had some fun with him. Back then, I mean.







Wednesday, July 05, 2006

 

The Best -- "Kiss-Off"

Since I started writing this blog, I’ve mentioned several times that my favorite gay porn film -- in fact, my favorite porn film from any genre -- is a Jerry Douglas directed feature from All World’s Video titled Kiss-Off. I’ve mentioned in past posts I believe Kiss-Off is the finest adult film ever made, and watching it again last night confirmed that opinion. The fact the film also stars my “Slut-Around-The-Internet” namesake, Axel Garret, only makes me love it more.

The video, from 1992, is the only porn movie I’ve ever watched where I didn’t once -- not once -- reach for the fast-forward button. I was fascinated and involved (not to mention hard as a rock) throughout. There’s a reason this movie won every gay film award in the universe the year it was produced. The word classic was coined for films like Kiss-Off.

The credit for the success of this amazing feature must be laid at the feet of writer-director Jerry Douglas. Considered the finest director in gay porn today -- side by side with Chi Chi LaRue -- he started his career in legitimate theatre, directing plays in regional theatre and Off-Broadway. But it’s his work in gay adult cinema that made his name. Some of his greatest films include The Back Row, Flesh and Blood, More of a Man, Dream Team, and many other tightly plotted movies. One of his earlier films, Trade-Off, also starred Axel Garret and the legendary Ryan Idol. Although neither of those two did anything other than jack-off in that film, it remains very, very hot. But not as hot as its un-official sequel, Kiss-Off.

(DISCLAIMER: The review below has been cannibalized from several reviews I found on line. I knew I wanted to give this special film more than the usual space I would devote to a review, and so the opinions of others were important to me. If you wrote a review of Kiss-Off, and recognize some of your statements below, please don’t be pissed off. I stole snatches from you because I admire your turn of phrase.)



Axel Garret is a hunky, muscular, ex-marine with a sheaf of blond hair flopping over his tranquil, hypnotic blue eyes, and wispy golden curls glisten on his legs, his bubble-butt ass, and around a cock that’s classic perfection. He plays a beat cop who busts a crime ring and makes detective, but when he gets to his new partner's office, he's completely confused. Michael Brawn, strapping and masculine, informs Axel they will be working vice, attempting to arrest gay men in the act of public sex. He gives Axel a wife-beater and old, torn jeans to wear. "No underwear!" he barks at Axel. "Hope you got a big dick. It helps." Off they go to a notorious cruising men’s room in a park, sending the novice in to make a bust. "Get yourself in there ... and bag yourself a queer."

Nervous Axel loiters in the bathroom until the hot Danny Sommers makes his entrance. Standing at the urinal with a hard-on, he makes eyes at Axel who knows his duty. He's uncomfortable with it, and after a long section of will-he-or-won't-he, he finally allows Danny to stroke his limp dick while Michael secretly watches from a vent above. One thing leads to another, and Danny convinces Axel he deserves some head. Danny starts out with the softest, gentlest blow-job possible, then he deep-throats, but his lips barely touch the cock, and as Axel begins to relax, he goes full-throttle and adds a hand. It's masterful cocksucking and is filmed so close you can almost feel Danny's pleasure. Axel blasts a fountain of cum all over his own wife-beater and onto Danny's face, and then Danny beats-off. After it's over, Danny invites him to come back for more sometime. He also tells Axel to bring cash because "the vice squad, they can be bought, you know." Axel is now even more confused than when he started.












SCREEN CAPTURES FROM THE MEN'S ROOM SCENE

At home, we find Axel even more addled. He puts on a construction helmet, then plants Ryan Idol’s running shorts (which Axel scored in Trade-Off) around his neck, and walks back to his chair, naked and hard. Axel’s gorgeous cock is shown in close up, swaying in the breeze, and it is stunningly hot. After watching a little home-made porn on his video camera, he falls asleep and is later awakened by Michael's blaring car horn. He decides to take the video camera to work with him. In the park, the two of them are in Michael's car where Michael tells Axel he's trying to bust a rich kid. The suspected perp arrives in the form of usually luscious but way over primped Chad Knight. The cops separate and Michael chases after Chad supposedly to arrest him. Michael, sporting a gigantic dick, comes over to Chad, who dive-bombs the cop-cock, sucking with amazing intensity and delivering a whiz-bang deep-throat without moving a hair on his manicured pompadour. It's here that Axel makes an appearance, shooting the entire episode on his video camera. The lovers don't know it, but they certainly perform as if they do. The fuck lasts a short time, then Michael begins to arrest Chad, who gets out of it by paying him off. And Axel gets it all on video.

The next day, Axel and Michael go to a "porn pit" where Axel is sent into a movie theater. He finds slab-of-beef Steve Gibson, wearing a leather jacket, leather chaps and nothing else. B.J. Slater blows Steve before moving in front of the screen, standing naked for the movie patrons to see everything (including Axel with his trusty camera). What follows is even more sucking, as well as face-fucking, butt-plug play, domination, rimming, and a nasty, creamy facial. Someone yells out they're being busted by a vice cop, and everyone panics, but Axel doesn't pursue the escaping leather men.

Axel has now made two video tapes of home made stroke material, but he's interrupted from a whack session when he notices that the apartment across the alley has been rented. A dick pops out of the blind slats, followed by a phone number. When Axel calls, he discovers his new next door neighbor is none other than Danny, who invites him over. Axel panics and hangs up.

Back at the police station, the lieutenant sends Michael and Axel on a very special assignment to infiltrate a ring of "high-class callboys." Axel and Michael, very hot in tuxedos, are sent to a party filled with equally hot guys. Mitch Taylor is the “madam” of the ring, but his chauffeur, Johnny Rahm, is suspicious of the two newcomers. So Mitch decides to test them. Sitting in the back of Mitch’s limo, with Johnny filming, Mitch makes our two heroes strip. At this point, director Douglass delivers what is, in my humble opinion, one of the hottest single shots in all of porn; the two guys, sitting side by side, wearing nothing but black bow ties, slowly rubbing their large, hairy, hardening cocks. It’s amazing. To not make Mitch suspicious, Michael blows Axel, working up and down the huge cock with aplomb. It’s easy to tell Michael enjoys sucking Mr. Garret‘s huge blonde cock, because there are several close-ups of Michael‘s dripping pre-cum that pools all over his own leg.

The quartet returns to Mitch's bordello where they all get in the act. Johnny watches, continues filming, and jacks-off. Mitch blows Axel, then slithers underneath Axel to lick his balls, telling Michael to blow Axel at the same time. Mitch then parts Axel's cheeks and sticks his tongue in the blonde ass-hole, and it’s all shot beautifully up close. It’s a stunningly erotic rim-job, and Axel’s blonde, fuzzy ass has never looked so fine. Axel is sent to a dresser drawer for a condom and discovers a stash of drugs, but keeps it to himself. Axel is made to fuck Mitch but Mr. Garret slams so hard and fast into Mitch that he has to tell him to take it slower. With Axel still fucking, Johnny cums on Michael's chest, followed by an explosive spooge from Michael. The chain of cum continues with Axel delivering his blast, one that coats Mitch, Michael and all the linens in sight. Tragically, Mitch Taylor’s performance is the only disappointment in this otherwise unforgettable film. He never gets it up and he certainly never cums. Oh, well.

Finally Mitch believes the hot duo are really callboys and leaves them alone, telling Axel he can't wait for a piece of his ass. Axel reveals the huge stash of drugs, but Michael wants to sell on the street and retire. A smarter Axel escapes with all the drugs, the videotape Johnny made, and a laptop with a list of clients. However, Axel is unsure what to do, so in desperation calls Danny and they go jogging together to discuss options. Danny tells him to toss the drugs and the computer, take the tape of Michael and Chad to the boss, and use the other tapes for his own self-pleasure.

In a secluded, wooded area, the guys stop running to rest, and share a romantic, tension filled look deep into each others’ eyes. Although hesitant, Axel finally releases his huge hard-on from his red running shorts, inviting Danny to suck it. Danny turns in a wonderful, memorable suck. Before long, Axel agrees to fuck Danny even though it seems he's bursting with confusion. The guys fuck quickly before beating-off together. Danny has a creamy load, and then Axel shoots one of his famous, voluminous cum squirts. Danny wants desperately to kiss Axel (there hasn't been one kiss so far in the video) telling him "a man's tongue can be a wonderful thing." They kiss and it's an absolutely beautiful moment and a spectacular end to the film.


AXEL & DANNY IN THE PARK

With a wonderfully complex, layered story, director Douglas packs a hell of a lot of subtext and intriguing ideas into one film. The sex is truly hot and occasionally very nasty. Between Douglas’ masterful writing and direction, scene stealing moments from Danny Sommers and Chad Knight, not to mention Axel Garret and Michael Brawn’s acting and sexual performances, Kiss-Off is one very special adult video.

This is Must See Porn. Don’t miss it

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

 

The Rockets' Red Glare

I love costume dramas, and I don’t mean common ones like Pride and Prejudice or Tom Jones. I like hard-core porn costume dramas. Private’s Gladiator and Goya, Rocco Sifreddi’s Immortal, and gay classics like Centurions of Rome get me off in no time at all. I think it’s very hot to see lavish, well designed and build period costumes lifted, ripped and shed allowing us to view historical characters sucking and fucking. It always kind of throws me when, in gay porn, condoms suddenly appear on hard cocks. I understand there are safety issues, but I would be truly surprised if Nero or Billy the Kid really used rubbers.

Today being Independence Day here in the US, I got thinking about the porn films I’ve seen dealing the birth of our great country. I thought about it a lot. A lot. And I didn’t come up with anything. Not anything, not one video. I can not recall seeing George Washington or Thomas Jefferson or Aaron Burr or even King George III getting a blow job from a private in the Continental Army, or, wig askew, fucking Betsy Ross up the ass-hole with their fully erect and pre-cum dripping flag-pole.

There is one scene, kind of. In the 1981 straight classic Pandora’s Mirror, the great Veronica Hart finds an amazing mirror in an antique store and decides she must have it. The owner won't sell, claiming it's possessed. Finally, he allows her to "borrow" it for a few days. When she gets it home, she stares into the mirror and witnesses a variety of costumed sex scenes throughout many different periods. The very hot cast includes Kandi Barbour, Merle Michaels, a very young, very muscular Jerry Butler, George Payne, Tiffany Clark, Jamie Gillis, Annie Sprinkle, Carter Stevens, Hillary Summers and Marlene Willoughby.

One of the scenes Ms Hart watches in the mirror takes place during the war for Independence. A busty young slave is in the barn feeding the chickens when three very sexy, very handsome Red Coats (played by actors I don’t recognize) arrive, grabbing the beautiful young woman and fucking her, forcing their cocks into her waiting mouth, culminating in a terrific cum splattered gang-bang. The scene takes place in the correct decade, but it really doesn’t have anything to do with The Declaration of Independence or The Bill of Rights. Close, but no cigar.

Do the absence of Revolutionary War porn films indicate there is no audience for stroking material set in this period? Or have these figures, our fore-fathers from history, become so idealized, so worshiped, so God-like that adult producers are afraid to make them sexual beings? I don’t know, but I think a porn movie about the birth of America could be quite entertaining, not to mention really hot and sexy. I’ll keep waiting, but I have a feeling I’ll still be waiting quite a few Fourth of Julys from now.

Saturday, July 01, 2006

 

An Old Yahoo

Now that I’m back home with my computer, I’ve been slowly wading through hundreds of emails from the over 600 Yahoo Porn Groups I belong to. Now, I don’t get emails from all those groups, just the 50 or so that cover the subjects I really love, subjects like hot male stars from straight porn, vintage pictures of guys that are either naked or wearing only posing straps, and hairy guys with lots of chest and pubic hair. I love these things and a lot of others, and the Yahoo Groups deliver in spades.

As for the other 550 or so clubs I belong to, I’ve set the controls to “Read On Web Only.” That means I can still check out hot pictures and video clips, I just don’t get the daily email porn, gathered and delivered by faithful club members who are as equally devoted to the topic -- and in some cases, much more devoted to the topic -- than I am. I enjoy visiting these clubs from time to time, checking in to see which porn whore one hot man-slut has been fucking up the ass, or if that certian sex stud is still (sadly) shaving his chest and cock hair. Sure, I belong to some really odd clubs, clubs I joined just to see “what the fuck is that?” I admit, for example, I belong to Crucified Males (Guys into being crucified naked -- Really.) And I've even started a couple clubs, like the fanb site for my porn namesake Axel Garret (the link is to your left.) But it’s what appears in my mail box, from the clubs I’ve chosen to deliver daily emails, that get’s my dick up and seeping.

Be warned, you can’t have a wimpy email server. Some days I receive two or three messages from a group. But the next day I might get 150. And you put 20 or 30 really active groups together and suddenly you can have 400 emails all arriving on one day. You have to have a little free time to get through all the porn being thrown at you. Not that I’m complaining, I’m not. It’s all free, and where else can you find that much free porn all coming at you day after day after day?

There are other companies that have their own groups as well, MSN and Google chief among them, but Yahoo, I think, is the best. I don’t know if it was the first to come up with this concept, it was the first I found, but they seem to lead the way.

Other than huge amounts of emails landing in your inbox, there are a couple of other down sides to the Yahoo Groups. Members of the clubs love to argue with each other in the rudest possible ways, and it always seems someone has their feelings hurt or are off licking their wounds from some thoughtless comment. And occasionally a virus works its way into the group and can spread amazingly quickly. You have to careful, but where in the web don’t you have to be careful?

The last couple of nights I’ve been up late, visiting clubs and sorting through my emails. I’ve stayed up way too late, and had way too much fun. My cock is a little sore, if you know what I mean. But it’s easy to enjoy, and easier to get off with the help of these nasty, fetish inducing sites. I think they’re just great.

A few of my favorites clubs -- and a few of the pictures they’ve slipped into my inbox -- are below. If you aren’t already a fan of Yahoo Groups, check them out. You won’t be sorry.

Vintage photos from the 40s, 50s and 60s
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/v-m-p/




Hairy guys at Hairy Males
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/hairymales/




Your favorite male porn stars from the classic days of hardcore
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/classicmalepornstars/




Straight Male Porn Star Exchange
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/smpXchange/



Not bad, huh? Get over to Yahoo, get your pants open, and start getting off to all those free pictures. What more could you ask for?

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