to view video clips on my page here, you need Windows Media Player, and this link should take you to a page that reads your operating system and browser, and tells you which download you need - but some MAC people still have problems (something needs to be tweeked, but I don't know what, sorry!)
Can you guess what this gentleman got for Chritmas? 
director: Jim West ( 1985 )
The set-up for the film is the production of a TV commerical, or series of commericals, about a "hot stud" who does all sorts of butch things while eating his favorite breakfast cereal. After that I'm not too sure how each scene fits in. Like this one takes place at a trucker hotel. Paul Baressi is enjoying a dirty magazine when he hears noise in the next room, and discovers a little peep hole. He then proceeds to whack off while watching J. D. Slater get it on with mustached partner Judd. The sound quality isn't so good, but other than some music plus some decent grunts and groans, there's nothing much to listen to, just enjoy Slater pounding Judd, and Barresi in his tube socks.
Ok, we can all admit that most of the time that we go thru our lil lists of blogpages to read with our coffee, we just skim. And some of us with our own pages, knowing this, resort to linking to other bloggers, either in a good way, or in a tacky way, just to grab some attention. But just because I suspect skimming on the part of some readers, I'm not gonna resort to pointing out two men i love who both posted the same Jeff Stryker Poop You In The Popper post last week, or even give you a hint that both their names start with a "J" and end with an "O" - that would be sooooo tacky; as would pointing out how posting about Jeffy's foray into country music is just soooo 2002. You probably wouldn't be reading this if you hadn't tried, in vain, to click the above Paul Barresi pics hoping to get a video clip of one of our favorite st8 hairy daddy porn stars. But, seeing as I am still aching in the head while my tooth-hole heals, I still need some sort of readership attention, so here's the deal: I have a cool lil Paul Barresi jack-off clip (I think every scene of him in a gay porno film is a solo whack-off, with the except of his fucking that woman in L A Tool & Die, and his dildo-pounding of poor lil Chris Burn's butt in Men of the Midway) - but once again, I digress. Many of you know that I sell stuff on eBay, and while I am not asking you to actually buy something, today's "game" is if I get a mere 10 people to look at my auctions and email me a list of 3 items they saw for sale, then I post the Paul Barresi clip that the above stills are taken from. It's actually a kind a cool scene, as he is a trucker in a trucker hotel, alone, but hears the men in the next room making some noise, and he finds a peephole, and whacks it while watching the pair ( J D Slater, no slouch himself in the hairy dad and another gentleman) go at it in the next room. Of course, the scene itself is 20+ minutes, so I had to pick a 4-minute portion of it.
Got it? Check out my auctions on eBay, then e-mail me with 3 items I have up for sale, and if only10 of you nice folks do that, we all get to see a nice hairy man grab his stuff and stroke til he shoots - isn't that reasonable?
I got this cool email yesterday (or monday?) from someone who apparently moved to NYC about the same time as me, and remembers some of the same cool stuff about the neighborhood in the 80's. My tooth was yanked early yesterday, I'm real hazy, and the pain and fuzziness of the pain-killer alternate. But that line from Hapi Phace made me laugh so hard when the guy recalled it in his email, I had to share it. But it was really the way she said it - "Whispers" - so silly, so fun....
Meanwhile, this tooth-thang has slowed my pace of auctioning, but somehow, the drugs were strong enough to make me ignore the pain, but not too strong to prevent me from snapping a few pics of a Men On The Net.Com t-shirt I had acquired at this porno convention of sorts.
Speaking of nude pictures, how can someone say in their CRUISETOOL profile that he's into RAUNCH, then list under Turn-offs - "bad hygiene" - I mean, what the hell is raunch if not bad hygiene - or am I showing my naivete' again? Maybe it's a problem with these pre-formatted checklists, like muscles/muscle worship is one choice. Muscles are nice and all, but I gotta meet you before I know if I'm gonna worship you, and it usually has little to do with your muscles (ok, maybe with the muscle....) but you know what I mean.
tacky, tacky, tacky - posting two pics in the same outfit in the same week! But I just posted this Italian designer swimsuit on my favorite auction site, and earlier today got a compliment about my armpits (I had sent the gentleman a self-pic, and he emailed back something to the effect "if you blow that picture up 400%, your armpit appears lifesize on the computer monitor" - I think that's a compliment - he wasn't speaking hypothetically, was he?) Anyway, I'm trying to be careful, and not post pics on my favorite auction site that show how excited I get when I wear these swimming trunks that were so generously donated some months back - I mean, believe me, if I didn't get excited, you'd see this air-bulge, as the previous owner left perma-bulges in all the gear he sent, so I'm just trying to show the suits off to thier best advantage (and to get the most $$$$$, right?) But. alas, I haven't sold one yet for even 10 bucks, so I guess tha makes me a cheap eBay-Ho, doesn't it? (Did I mention the original pic is 762kb's? - huge - but not quite lifesize - that would be really tacky, no?)
director: Tom DeSimone - (1975)
Documentary narrated by Fred Halsted (who's sometimes "off" reading skills are offset by his looks - great freakish long hair and big sideburns offset by a well-muscled bod), includes clips from early posing muscle-boys films, through the first commerical films featuring male nudity in the 60's to the hard-core films of the early/mid 70's. This clip shows a few moments of Apollo model Ed Fury, then a more loving look at AMG (Athletic Model Guild) model Monte Hansen. There's a lot more great stuff from this film, which I was lucky to be loaned a fuller version of recently (90 minutes, as opposed to my own 54-minute version - probably due to concerns over the use of popular music in some of the early 70's flicks like Confessions of a Male Groupie), but I think this gives a good perspective of where things were by the late 60's, and I'll have more, of course, coming soon!
I'm working on getting a clip for Friday from Tom DeSimone's Erotikus - A History of the Gay Movie, a fantastic documentary from 1975. But I need a little encouragment. Actually, there are several bits I hope to post over the next couple of weeks, but this one has some 60's stuff that's fun.
I'm having a helluva time finding appropriate linkage for this major event - the Return of TABBOO! to the stage! I suppose I could just run upstairs and bang on his door and ask for some info on what he plans to do (a neighbor of mine, he was the first to say, as he descended the stairs some 9 years ago as I was moving in, "WELCOME!"), but I'd rather be surprised. I have a feeling it'll be a big event, as some of the old Pyramid crowd (I'm talking 80's crowd, not "1984" crowd) will no doubt show up at Star Tartare this Sunday night. WOO-HOO! (Anyone else remember Sunday Night's Whispers hosted by Hapi Phace?)
Well, this pic is kinda cool.
eBay's getting all weird on me again - cancelled my black swimsuit auction - and as usual, the reason was as vague as can be. So, I emailed, and patiently waited for a response -
"Wording unrelated to the actual swimsuit itself is extraneous and will cause an auction to be ended. In other words, the previous owner of the swimsuit is completely irrelevant and has nothing to do with the suit itself. (note: I mentioned that the previous owner had removed the lining) Furthermore, although your auction was not ended this time for this reason, you will really want to be careful in future listings with regards to the images used." - Like, um, be careful about what? .... oh, showing a woody thru thin nylon material? Why couldn't she just say that, ferchrissakes?!
In other news - well, not news, but it's my bi-monthly apology for being behind in responding to emails. I suddenly remembered that someone asked me something, and he needed to know by the 17th, so his email is somewhere buried before the 17th; I'll dig it and others out tonight while watching TV and cruising online for sex - oh, and to "Jaime" who keeps writing asking how to get into transgender films - sorry, I haven't been in a transgender film since the 70's, all of my connections have died, or retired, sorry I can't help ya.
oh yeah, regarding the velcro cockring give-a-way mentioned below. I don't know why i said "explicity telling me WHY".... - you don't have to send me a dirty email - just give me a decent reason to spend the 49 cents in postage. Speaking of, I did mail out my second one to a guy out West, a redhead in fact, so that promises to be interesting.
Ok, finally (sorta) getting my act together about the velcro cockring giveaway - if you want to be one of 5 participants, this is what you have to do:
On the day dedicated to reflect on how Dr. King inspired and uplifted our nation's conscience, it's great to see PBS airing this documentary - Brother Outsider: The Life of Bayard Rustin tonight, January 20, 10 p.m. EST. - about a man who inspired, and worked closely with King. "Rustin's commitment to pacifism and his visionary advocacy of Gandhian nonviolence made him a pioneer in the 1940s, and captured King's imagination in the 1950s. In 1963, with more than 20 years of organizing experience behind him, Rustin brought his unique skills to the crowning glory of his civil rights career: his work organizing the historic March on Washington, the biggest protest America had ever witnessed.... Though he had to overcome the stereotypes associated with being an illegitimate son, an African American, a gay man and a one-time member of the Communist Party, Rustin - the ultimate outsider - eventually became a public figure and respected political insider." I won't be able to watch tonight, unfortunately - but a pal is taping it, and it's being re-run on the 24th here in NYC.
pre-empted by Something About Mary? There's a sad joke in there somewhere, but I ain't in the mood.
director: Peter de Rome; from the 1973 release, The Erotic Films of Peter de Rome
Peter de Rome's first public showing of one of his Super 8 films was at the First International Wet Dream Film Festival in Amsterdam, and he won Best Short for Hot Pants (in 1971 or '72). Soon after that he was introduced to Jack Deveau, who had just started his own production company, Hand In Hand Films, and was putting the finishing touches on his first feature-length film, Left-Handed. After seeing several of his films, Jack asked de Rome what he planned to do with them - de Rome replied "oh nothing - they were just made for fun." Deveau was sure that they could be successful commerically, and suggested blowing them up to 16mm, and putting the shorts together as something like The Erotic Films of Peter de Rome (which is how it was released in April of 1973, first shown at the Lincoln Art Theater on 57th St. in Manhattan). After offering to be de Rome's producer, they agreed on several of the shorts to include, and also decided to make two new ones to round out the collection. He decided to try a fantasy he had thought about frequenlty - cruising and having sex on the NYC subway. They did most of the cruising shots in the morning, during rush hour, and the sex scenes mostly later that same night, with the final fuck on the F train going to Queens. The most basic of plots - a young hippie-type boards a subway train, spots a clean-cut executive-type, smiles are exchanged, crotches are furtively rubbed, etc. The actors were apparently so into it, and each other, that they were oblivious to the doors opening at the West 4th St station, trousers at their ankles, going at it. This clip is most of the original film, but taken from the fantastic 1975 "documentary" Good Hot Stuff, which I think gives a pretty cool set-up at the onset.
oh yeah, eBay auctions - buy something, eh?
Going digital. Broke down and purchased a camera, under 200 bucks (thank you Circuit City for trusting me and my credit line). Haven't really gotten around to serious pic-taking yet, and of course, the first published one has to be a goofball goofing around at 2 a.m..
I know the pic looks like one of the ones that I make fun of all the time on Cruisetool - speaking of, some guy emailed me earlier - "hey bj, love your blog, admire your bod, want your butt" - now, what makes him think my butt is available?? (to be honest, if you saw his bod and dick pics, your heels would be in the air, beleive me!)
ahhhhh. Normally I'd give you a whole set-up to a clip, but basically you need to know it's 90% non-sex, and in my opinion, quite wonderful. There are a few moments of Jack Wrangler and Malo, but be warned, it's just to tease you, it's only a few moments.
But, I just spent 2 hours chatting with Bob Alvarez, in his apartment on the Upper West Side (which is why the vid-clip sorta fits). I'm very excited, and so I may not make a lot of sense, but here goes. A few weeks (2months?) back, I got an email from him, saying he had been told by a pal that a pic of himself and his lover, director Jack Deveau was on the web, and he should check it out. (Alvarez did all the editing for Deveau's great films, as well as some camera work, etc. - I also have one short that Alvarez directed). Anyway, the short(ish) verison is that he was pleased by my meager webpages, and we exchanged a few emails, culminating in his invite to meet him in his home, or as he put it "the scene of the crime" (many of their movies were filmed in and around their apartment, including Rough Trades and Sex Magic). When the email invite came in, and I was ecstatic. I know most people would want to meet pornstars, but I was giddy at the chance to meet someone behind the scenes, who created gay films at a time when only porn depicted our lives, but in such a fun, endearing, matter-of-fact, and yet still erotic way. I was nervous, like, um, I'm just some guy with a hobby, and this is some guy who is a professional, and what the hell do I ask him, etc??!! But some good advise from friends about relaxing, just taking the conversation where it goes, don't worry about notes, or pre-formed questions - this calmed me, as well as my sense that Alvarez was perhaps not only being generous with his time, but that he would also enjoy the chance to talk about his work, and that of his lover and the team at Hand In Hand Films, to a "fan".
Fast forward to me leaving his apartment a short while ago, huge smile on my face, and I get in the elevator, head buzzing with thoughts and ideas, having secured an invitation to come back, talk more, and let him know what I find out about a few things he asked about; then descend. The door opens up, I get out, and see all this construction going on in the building, renovations and painting and while I vaguely realize I'm not at the lobby, I immediately peer around corners, into open doors, and start imagining all sorts of sex scenes I'd want to film. (yes, I frequently have illusions ( or delisions) of being a pornfilm maker - ahhhh, if only!) But that's okay, the 2-hour chat was fantastic, and he seemed to have lots of questions for me, and YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! he wants to do a book, which was one of the few questions I knew I needed to ask. And he mentioned vague talks with the owner of Bijou Video about DVD's, and I tried to convey strongly that he really needs to pursue this, as there is a lot of interest out there, as well as the chance to have full, uncensored versions available, and perhaps additional tidbits. We talked about careful choice of music, careful editing of it and the film together, and how unfortunately music had to be changed when they came to release stuff on video, for fear of legal hassles. Director Peter de Rome may well still be around, but they haven't talked in about a year, so I hope he gets in contact with him soon, as those films have got to be releaed on DVD, too! Oh, and I asked actor Garry Hunt, and Alvarez's face lit up, and talked glowingly about how great he was (the lead in Ballet Down the Highway, as well as a few other porno films). And there's more, and I need to think;, and I'm already thinking about some sort of campaign to email/write Bijou Video to demonstrate the audience desire to get the Hand In Hand catalogue on DVD....... and more, and more....
and did I mention the man is HOT! Good thing I can be fairly disciplined about that sort of thing, knowing I don't want to risk the chance to get to know him better, and talk more about this stuff by some failed goofy flirting (and he mentioned a lover, so, well, he's taken!) He says he's currently a personal trainer, and I made some bad joke, trying to flex my skinny arms, asking if he ever does it for free. Yes, I'm rambling now, but what a pleasure! - to have this chance, and to feel so at ease, and enjoy myself, and I'm fairly sure he got a kick out of it, too. And he lent me a videotape I've been trying to find a fuller version than the one I had (he brought it up, I wasn't that tacky - but he obviously read my WISH LIST ) - so now he has to let me come back to return it! WOO-HOO!
grrrrrrrrrrrr, woke up later than I wanted, and need to get uptown for something rather exciting (not food, not sex, what could it be???). What that means to you is that I won't have this movie clip ready until late this afternoon or this evening, a very fun intro to the film The Boys of Riverside Drive.
Thanks to all the wisenheimers who sent me links to $500.00 cameras last night and this morning. Kinda makes a poor guy feel, uh, poorer. But serious thanks to the man who sent me the link to the "history of .art files" It might sound boring, but it was quite informative, and more importantly, showed me how to convert them into .bmp's, then .jpg's. And for that, here's a glimpse of the torso I spooged on the other night.
(crying) He gets back on top of me, stuffing his balls as he did for a good part of the first 15 minutes we climbed into the bed. I think my opening instant message to him on AOL referred to the last line in his profile (HAIRY ITALIAN MUSCLE, TATS, BUZZCUT, HUNG, BIG NUTS...THEY PROBABLY NEED A CLEANING, GET DOWN THERE ), something profound like "sounds good to me" - but obviously it worked, and he's ballstuffing my throat. While he's doing that, he is grabbing my beard, just under my chin, a handful of hair and he is thrashing my head back and forth as I struggle to keep his balls in my mouth and not cry out. Then he grabs the hair on my chest, and tugs away, only stopping to return to my beard, doing this off and on several times. He pulls his balls out, starts slapping his cock on my face and says: "Oh, do you like it when I pull your hair, or does it hurt?" - he's obviously seeing the water slowly leaking out of my eyes, and I mumble hoarsely - "both" His grin, evil and adorable, looks down at me as he gives me his balls back, stuffing them and several fingers into my mouth.
(cumming) He's still on top of me, but playing with my ass and talking about how hairy it is, while he alternates his cock and balls in my mouth. Then he eggs me on - "jerk that fat cock for me, man! Yeah buddy, I love watching you do that." (lots more dirty talk, punctuated with lots of gruff yeah buddy's). Somehow I get my face in his taint, and the man is practically yelping. I reach up and grab at his back, pulling his body into my face, my beard tickling his balls and butthole. He stuffs his dick back in one more time, but can tell I'm about to pop, and demands I get up and shoot on him. I know I've got him going, so I tease him a bit and alternate vigorous whacking with letting go and just letting my cock bounce around in the air, handsfree, while standing over him. As much as I want to keep teasing him like that, I just can't wait, and yank my balls in one direction, and whack my cock in the other. He motions me over, gets me to crouch right over his hairy chest, and his gravelly voice yells out as I shoot on him, then thwacking my dick against his chest with the last few drops.
I know it's not exactly news (many of you have known this for awhile) but this opinion piece - The Secret War on Condoms - is worth reading, especially to the last paragraph, to keep things in perspective.
On second thought, there's plenty o' dick on this page. I haven't done a depressing why-am-I-so-lonely post in awhile, have I? How 'bout a "my Christmas sucked more than your Christmas" story? hmmmm. Maybe that velcro cockring give-away I've been contemplating....... I need nap now.
......... or Switzerland, 
I could go to Switzerland... (anyone know the Swiss word for "sit on my face"?)
Oh I really need to brush up on my French. Can someone spare a ticket to Paris? I really, really, really, need to go.
Ask a man to wear out various things
"Now you're talking like a fag." "What should I talk like, a Marine?"
director: Tom DeSimone (1975)
Starring: Keith Anthoni (his first film), Jayson MacBride, John Farrel, Dave Daniels, Tim Christy , Scott Heith, Paul Strand, and Bob Perry
Now don't start pulling your weiners out, this clip has no sex. But, it's a great example of what made me love the films from Hand In Hand - the bits about gay life that I wouldn't have had any other way of finding out about in 1979 when I first started going to the porno theatre. Keith's just been told by his lover that they shouldn't be monogomaous; not happy about it, Keith immediately makes a date with the waiter (Jayson MacBride - mispelled in this film as McBride) before leaving the lover at the table! Keith then enjoys sex with MacBride, men in a porno theatre, guys in personnel ads, etc., before his lover wishes he hadn't asked for the open relationship.
