MAX MAKES IT BIG

"Follow Max Montoya, Altomar's Latin superstar, from his career as a high fashion model to becoming a porn superstar."

directed by: Thor Johnson (1987)
Starring: Max Montoya, Brad Leatherwood, Ricardo Lama, Eric Rogers, and a host of Executive Daddies: Jimmy Gray, Buddy Masturs, and Mike Rexford.

The mid to late 80's were not, in my mind, a terribly great time for gay porno - cheap productions, the switch from film to videotape, clipped and shaved body parts, way too many limp dicks; not to mention the hesitation to show safer sex, and the inabilty to show safer sex in a hot way. But I digress, as usual. One exception to this trend towards bland sameness in the industry was ALTOMAR, which had plenty of interracial sex, lots of uncut meat, and perhaps more uniquely, mature men (over 50) and intergenerational sex. The best part was they did it with a sense of humor and a sense of playfulness that to me is what can make porno go beyond the 8-minute jerk-off prop that it too often is. OK, one glaring problem with the clip above, and I'd love to figure out which MAX MONOYA videos this isn't a problem - but his beautiful body hair is ALL SHAVED OFF! AAAARRRGGHHHH!!!

OK, I am not going to let my last post of 2003 be that self-pitying one below. Nothing has erased those feelings, but at the same time, it's not exactly a complete picture, either; and I would much rather have some pics of, say, MAX MONTOYA topping my dec 2003 archives (well, not just my archives, if ya know what I mean, wink wink), ya know? Also, for those of you who like previews, (and who promise not to hold me to actually following up on these plans), I've got several things I'm working on for the next few weeks. Of course there's the long overdue updating of some of the director's pages, some additional "vintage" pornstar profile pages, and some cool links I have uncovered to other guys out there who are doing some cool work documenting the older stuff that I like so much. Oh yeah, and of course there is the EYEBROW MAN SHOCKER post for those of you who were following my woes from late 2002. And yes, before I leave for work this evening, we'll have our last porno clip of 2003, OK?

This pic I took during yesterday's sleeplessness; not long after finally getting to sleep, something woke me up, and this was the view out my bedroom window. Today, approaching 6 am, I find I can't sleep again. Drats. I feel like I have too much, and not enough, on my mind. This pair of cats howling in some other-worldly battle down in the vacant lot isn't helping matters much, either.

The too much part is all this swirling depressed sadness that just won't go away - memories of holidays from the past that were quite good, and those that were rather tough; growing alienation from my family, which I didn't help much by dropping out of sight all last week; and that "I'm about to hit my mid-40's and haven't had a relationship in close to 5 years" thing that just won't let me get more than a day's peace lately. Not enough on my mind? Well, it's the realization that I don't have one, single, solitary thing to look forward to. Nothing in the future, near or far, that keeps my mind moving forward; no planning, no hoping, no giddy anxiety. Just numbness, and the slighly bewildered "why do I bother getting out of bed each day?" feeling.

As it turns out, I do work tonight, New Year's Eve. Not that I would've had anything else to do. But it's Wednesday, the night I've grown accustomed to looking forward to seeing BurritoMan, and there's no reason to believe the man will get his almost-weekly burrito fix tonight at 9:20. Even if he was a loser like me, with nothing to do, I doubt he'd come by. Being a loser like me, he might be smart enough to not let it be known that he's a loser like me, and just keep me guessing for another week.

At first I bookmarked this eBay auction because I thought it was kinda silly. But the more I look at the pic, the more fuckable that mouth looks, ya know? (Check out the "seller's other items" link and a look at his SPANDEX BODYSUIT will make you think "sit on my face and I'll guess your weight!")

when love walks in the room, everybody stand up, oh it's good good good, like brigitte bardot

I'm reading some journalblog archives of some new found site, and the quote "We are all of us in the gutter, some of us are looking at the stars" is mentioned. I smile, as there is no way I ever think of Oscar Wilde, but of course The Pretenders. Then I have to hear the song, and am too lazy to figure out which CD it's on, and where that CD is, so I open up WinMX, and Google, and begin the search. Once I find it, and it's downloading, I get up to go to the kitchen. Its well after 4 a.m., I shouldn't be up, but I just wasn't getting any real sleep, so here I am. The drunks who have fled the closed bars are filling up the chatrooms, I'm ready for some ice cream, and I stand up. Before I move, I look over toward the bed in my dimly lit room, and see a figure sprawled across the far side of the bed. The pillows and blankets have conspired to fool me into thinking there's an actual person under all that, and I was only able to enjoy that fantasy for all of 2-1/2 seconds. Look 'round the room; life is unkind. We fall but we keep gettin' up; over and over and over and over and over and over......

Trying to get all of these, and others, posted for auction.

I can't remember how I wound up at the CBC (Canadian Broadcasting Corporation) website the other day, but I must've spent hours looking thru their archives of video and radio clips in the section entitled: Gay and Lesbian Emergence: Out in Canada. Included is a lengthy video clip from 1959 - A psychiatric "problem" - and a cool radio clip on Chris Vogel and Richard North (Winnipeg couple marries), a gay male couple who were married in 1974. (The 30th anniversary of their marriage is coming up in February, and from what little I could find on the web, I think they are still together; but I'd love to hear any updates on them and what these two men think about their country finally recognizing same-sex marriage.)

One of the cool things about have a porno-crazed blog and related porno pages, is that every once in a while I hear from some cool porno person from the past. About a week or two ago, I got an email from a guy looking for pictures from his past, when he was a TARGET STUDIO model. After a couple of emails back and forth, he sent this picture of himself, BUCK OWENS. ggrrrrr-yum! Now, what he's looking for I really couldn't help him with, as he wanted to see if there was some place to find the unpublished pics, maybe someone had the negatives or proofs, or even catalogues from this major mid 70's studio (some of you guys might be more familiar with the films that were transferred to video on those great BULLET VIDEOPACS in the 80's) founded by Lou Thomas. (I don't know if Thomas himself did all the photography, any help here would be appreciated). Anyway, I know that a lot of the current mags like HONCHO and INCHES are republishing vintage stuff like, but if anyone knows who might have access to some of the old stuff, let me know, and I'll pass on the info to Buck (well, I suppose Mr. Owen is more appropriate)

No one told me today would be FREE LISTING DAY on EBAY!!!! So I am frantically trying to get my act together (the auctioning ACT, not the ACT that needs some major work, therapy, money, confidence, direction, ambiton, drive, and sex-with-meaning...but I digress) and post a few things today. Sorry, the GREEN GAP BOXER BRIEFS in the picture are NOT for sale, but the exact same style, in LARGE, is. So poke your head around my auctions, and see if you see anything you like. And yes, for that sweet man who gave me swim gear last year, I promise I will have some stuff up on NAUGHTYBIDS this January. You've been warned.

feliz navidad

Cha Cha Heels

OK, screw Jeff Stryker, the clip sucked anyway (and not in the good way). Here's a much better Holiday Treat.

Do you really think that just by emailing me and telling me that I am the best porno blogger ever, that I will post a clip from the WORST JEFF STRYKER VIDEO EVER? (Seriously, it's really bad - I have the official Jeff Styker signature/numbered gold-label (#117981) cassette - the color fluctuates wildly, the Casio-made music is awful, and he doesn't even wear the Santa Suit in the video!)

Those of you with a blog and/or website might understand this obsessive habit I have of checking my web stats several times a hour day. Some sort of adolescent need for affirmation, which I should know better, as I mostly publish PORNO, so hits don't really mean LOVE, do they? But irregardless of that, it was a pleasant surprise that a ton of hits came the other day from a message board (Google, and other search engines normally are my top referring URLs) when I wasn't posting any porno clips.... and it took me a few clicks to find the link on that message board back to mine. But it made me laugh, and I thought I'd share the thread with y'all - Hunks: Is this Burt Reynolds? - I hope most of you know the answer right away, but for those of you who don't, keep scrolling down and you'll see.

Anyone else remember the BJORK REMIX WEB page? I think it's been under construction for over a year! But late last night I dug out this little tune - Jolasveinar (Christmas Men) - the remixer took a song Bjork recorded in 1977 (when she was 11 and doing a children's TV special, I think), added his own interesting effects, and the results are kinda cool. Jolasveinar lyrics here.

So I blew my last chance before the end of the year to chat up that customer-guy I have the crush on. 9:17 pm according to my work-computer clock, he calls. I have to admit, I love his voice, and his way of talking during our brief calls - punctuated with "cool" and "man" (hmmm, sorta like me.... please don't try to analyze that) I could just tell if we dated, I'd love hearing from him by phone - even though I pretty much HATE talking on the phone. I might be imagining it, but I sensed that he was enjoying our few moments on the phone - upbeat and animated - or maybe he has such a sweet manner with everyone. A few minutes pass, and a friend of mine pops in. I don't know if I feel this is a good thing or bad thing, as I wanted to get up the nerve to flirt with BurritoMan (you know, sometimes it's easier with the back-up of a pal - but then again, sometimes you feel even more self-conscious, and worried about falling flat on your face). Well, we chatted for a few minutes, but work was keeping me busy, so my pal left.

I just happened to look up a few minutes later, he's outside, the door pulls open, our eyes meet, he smiles this mostfuckinbeautiful smile, and walks up to the counter. I pull the bag of food up to the counter, and I can't think of ANYTHING to say. I mean, I think I mumbled something clever like "Hey, how are ya?" - followed by the carefully scripted and rehearsed "That's $8.69 - ah, out of 10? One-thirty-one is your change, have a nice night." More smiling, he turns, I want to kill myself as my mind races but my mouth won't work --- WAIT! DO YOU NEED HOT SAUCE??? HHHHHHOT SAUCE???? How about UTENSILS? Napkins??? NAPKINS!!! Here - take my jockstrap. ARE YOU SINGLE? - - - - - WHAT ARE YOU DOING NEW YEAR'S EVE? - - - - AAAAARRRRGGGHHHHH!

I'm hopeless.

He's gone. My brain starts to work again, and I realize that I don't work the next 2 Wednesdays, his usual day for carry-out. It's gonna be 3 weeks before I get my 48 seconds with him again! AWWWFUCK. I come out from behind the counter, start for the door, I realize it's too late; resigned, I retreat. boohoo.

Well, I think I'll be struggling with my Xmas mood swings well past the New Year. Monday afternoon I got some of my Xmas decorations down from the storage space. I didn't actually put anything up, but I have to admit, when I put the Santa hat on, I got sorta kinda happy, so I decided to wear it to work, and bring it to the company Holiday Party. I had many beers, several shots of some surprisingly smooth tequila, and took lots of pics of co-workers. The man to the right here is not a co-worker, he just happened to be walking by the restaurant during our party selling tacky Santa Hats (notice mine doesn't have flashing lit up stars on the brim - mine is quite, well, untacky). Somehow, around 2:30 my bike managed to get me home safely, even though I took a wrong turn and wound up at The Cock, but somehow sensible enough to know not to pay 5 bucks cover for a Monday night (I think it was their anniversary party, and may well have been worth it if I wasn't already one of those stumbling drunks we all know to avoid).

Yesterday was a long 9 hours working, kind of blurry, and today I was just heading back into bed at 12:30 in the afternoon, my mood back to a quiet contemplative sadness. But then a package arrives, looks like it's from my sister and her family - no doubt some sort of Xmas thing. Grrrrrr. I was really planning on spending the afternoon feeling sorry for myself, dammit!

Why did I say i'd work the day shift today, a scant few hours after getting home from the restaurant's Xmas party? Ouch! And who gave me those tequilla shots?

JINGLE BELLS

Whipping on his back
With a horsewhip that can flay
Hear the bottom yell
Screaming all the way
Bells on his tits ring
Make my spirit bright
Oh, what fun it is to whip
A writhing slave tonight
Oh! jingle bells
Whack his balls
Make that poor slave pay
Don't forget, he gave his nuts
To you on Christmas Day

----- Drummer Magazine, Dec. 1987

Saturday night was a post-anonymous-sex-depressed channel-flipping night of nothing. I ran into the Dynamic Duo (previouisly known as Hairyhispanic and Smoothie) Friday night - but that got as far as some extremely mild petting, bitching (them) about how too-crowded it was, and finally, them leaving and asking "Are you staying?" I held my tongue, wanting to say "Why would I want to stay amongst all these horny throbbing cocks and sweaty itching buttholes when I could go home to my cold and empty bed?" Instead I just made one last play for them, inviting them to my bed for pizza (Hairyhispanic was hungry, Smoothie was tired). It made them chuckle, but it did not elicit an actual answer. I stayed for a while, getting home just shy of 5 a.m., having done and seen enough to write a HONCHO magazine "article."

Of course, I'm being a bit over-dramitic. My bed is neither cold nor empty - it's positioned right next to the radiator; and at last count, it contained 5 pillows, 2 jockstraps, one laundry bag, some bills that I payed earlier this week (or last week), some boxer shorts, a small bag of tortilla chips, and 3 trusty remote controls. But after feeling so blue Saturday, contemplating the holidays, being permanently single, etc., why am I so ready to go out into this cold rainstorm, amongst all the slush and melted snow from this afternoon, and check out that sexclub again? Well, I know the Dynamic Duo won't be there (I've only ever seen them there on Fridays), and sometimes the bad weather can make the smaller crowd there a bit more interesting, and interested in each other. I'm trying to get just a bit of Holiday Cheer - hence the feeble attempt at decorating as shown in the pic (I swear I'll get out the other stuff, or at least some lights).

Arrived in the mail the other day - this delicious man had a 7-pic spread in an old In Touch magazine from 1978.

Le Beau Mec

directed by: Wallace Potts (1976?)
Starring: Karl Forest, Cedric Dumont, Franc Chazal, Philippe Renaud, Carmelo Petix, and Rene

I love this film. Sort of like Peter Berlin's That Boy, focusing on one guy and his sexual adventures, but Karl Forest doesn't take his narcissism so seriously. This playful scene near the beginning of the film shows off his versatility.

ugh. Even I'm getting tired of my bad attitude. So let's see if I can get this FrenchPorn ready for later this afternoon.

Lesson #1: don't write about something that you want to happen just hours before, as it won't happen. Mr Right (aka burritoman) didn't show up for his wednesday burrito, goshdarnit. And to think that not only did I take a shower and wear my nicest black uniform shirt, but I also beaded and braided my beard. GRRRRRR.

So then, during a slower part of the work-evening, I realized that it's probably a bad time of year to ask some guy on a date, anyways. You can't do that 2 weeks before Xmas - too awkwark. You might not get that second date if one or both of you are worried about the gift-giving implications/expectations of a 2nd date prior to Xmas. And you can't have a date before New Years Eve, as there would then be the awkwark question of what each are doing on that silly holiday. Of course, then January rolls around, its too cold out to do anything, and before yo know it, it's spring and who wants to date when you just want to run around and smell the flowers and have sex in the bushes of the various Parks in NYC?

So there's this guy who comes into the burrito place I work at, about once a week, usually on Wednesdays. I've developed a little crush on him, and yet I can barely do more than say "hey, how's it going, that'll be $8.69, do you need utensils?" I can't seem to get myself to be a bit clearer that I would like to get to know him. Maybe because I'm not really sure if I want to. He's handsome, but not in a conventional manner, I suppose (which is a good thing to me). His appeal is that he has this smile, this face, that you just know is just so cuddley. He seems to light up when I say HI, and it's that kind of smile that looks so cool cuz you know you put it there, ya know? He has that REM-fan look - a bit scruffy, loose-fitting levis, all-cotton layered baseball cap wearing (gosh, now that I think about it, I have no idea what his hair looks like, IF he has hair!) But his manner, his demeanor is warm, relaxed, a bit shy.

So the other day, when he called to order his take-out (I now recognize his voice over the phone), for the first time I asked for his name. He seemed a bit surprised, but I clearly did it the wrong way. I said "May I have a name, please?" - yeah, a name, not your name. Gosh, he may have made one up just to be a smart-ass. And then, idiot that I am, I didn't even use it, or try the teeniest bit of flirting when he got there, just handed him his bag of food, with the receipt and his name tagged on the outside. "hey, how's it going, that'll be $8.69."

I think I am afraid of ruining it. Not that there's a lot there, just a once or twice a week moment where some nice guy makes me feel handsome and likeable just by his smile and hello. When I was in that barberchair the other night at the sexclub, and that couple I am mad about were pacing back and forth and I was feeling blue, I was actually experiencing some of the anxious, fearful feelings I've had when I was in a relationship. That "what have I done wrong"" feeling; that "why won't he tell me how he feels?" feeling; that "does he still like me?" feeling. It was quite awful, even if under the circumstances it might seem silly to most people. But that anxiety-ridden insecurity that seems common for me when I really dig someone. I hate it, I certainly don't miss it - and yet I am (fairly) certain that it is worth it if you get the pay-off; the chance to be someone's prince charming - put that smile on his face, make him know he's loved and cared for, all that gooshy stuff.

I dunno. the burrito-man usually comes by on Wednesdays, (he didn't last Wednesday, and broke my heart - the agony!) and I've imagined all sorts of tacky ways to show my interest. (Rubbing my massive crotch-bulge while winking at him - but that wouldn't work as I'm behind a counter; carving my phone number in guacamole on his burrito; circling the "amount due" on his receipt in a big red heart.....) But maybe "tacky" isn't the way to go, eh?

Speaking of Xmas...... ok, maybe nobody was, but I was sorting thru one of those old burned discs of illegally downloaded music, and found a few seasonal tunes. This one is one of my all-time faves; and I would PAY to see some sexy dancer/stripper do a routine to this lovely holiday instrumental, providing he avoids the temptation to use "jazz hands" as Jimmy Smith plays a killer Hammond organ.

Bttm4ToyPlay [2:01 AM]: sub hole here
Bjland [2:01 AM]: oh my
Bttm4ToyPlay [2:02 AM]: >>>

I was just about to ask what the heck ">>>" means, but I realized I'd rather not get any deeper into it with that particular sub hole. Besides, I was watching TV and laughing at Lieberman explain that somehow, Gore's endorsement of Dean made him "even more determined" to fight for the sole of the democratic party (maybe he meant soul, but I think he'll be getting the sole, at best). What a schlub. Or schlub hole. Why doesn't he take his 14 votes and give them to someone who could use them?

I think if I had foreskin, I would be yanking on it all the time. In fact, I know I would. Oddly enough, I've never had a boyfriend with foreskin - mostly Catholics, I think. But as much as I grab my own balls constantly, I'm sure foreskin would fascinate me, as well. (Any volunteers?) Anyway, this is actually a lame way to get y'all to look at my eBay auctions - like this one with adorable Tony Bravo (click the pic and get the full view of the one you can't see on eBay, as he's yanking himself) and huge O. G. Johnson from Falcon's Night Flight.

It's Sunday night, I have his jockstrap in my hands. (Well, it's also in my face, being sniffed, but that's besides the point). I got it Friday night, at the local sexclub; as we were dressing and leaving, I mentioned how I didn't get one of their straps - I had asked for BOTH, and the one guy said I had to choose. I figured that would be tacky, picking one from a couple, so I decided against it. But as we were dressing, I playfully mentioned that I blew it, and now I have no jockstrap cuz I got greedy and wanted both. He slowly pulled his pants back down, pulled his shoes off, stepped out of the pants, then the strap, and handed it to me. Of course I immediately put it in my face, and the coatcheck boy gasped; I put it in my leatherjacket pocket, and coatcheckboy said "That is so hot!"

Well, it is and it isn't. I mean it is, but I'm kinda beyond a mere "hot" gesture. Those were the boys I re-met a few weeks back, who gave me their phone number. We talked a couple times on the phone, but my last call to their answering machine (2 weeks ago?) yielded no return call. Grrrr. I knew I shouldn't have gotten an answering machine just because of them! So, I was sorta giving up on them, and then they appeared late Friday night. Ultimately it was good hot sex, but it had too many starts and stops, and was a bit confusing to me.

The Hairyhispanic spotted me first, big kiss, grope grope grope, then he said he'd tell the other one. Smoothie appeared, kinda apologized for not calling back, kisskiss, grope grope, Hairyhispanic re-appears, a bit more, then he leaves! Soon Smoothie left, "gotta piss" or some lame excuse. Later I spot them going at it, and decide to leave them alone. Then I got blue. Sitting there in a sexclub, pining over some hot couple. How pathetic. I almost left, wondered what the etiquette was (do I have to say goodbye? if I don't am I rude? blah blah blah), but decided against it, and then saw them with another guy. I watched, got excited, and made my way over, and was welcomed in. Then Hairyhispanic leaves, then Smoothie, and I'm thinking - maybe it's some stupid drug thing where they can't stay focused.

Upstairs, a bit later, the 3 of us start up again; gets very heavy, very sweaty, and boom! Hairyhispanic mumbles something, walks away. Smoothie continues for a few minutes, but then seems distracted, and says he's gotta piss. I then decide to pry just a wee bit, and say "is he OK?" Smoothie tells me he'll find out. He doesn't actually come back, but I sit in that barbershop chair in the middle of the main room, and watch as Hairyhispanic walks past, and several yards behind is Smoothie. Back and forth several times. This time no acknowledgment of me; when they don't return for a while, my curiosity gets the better of me. When I find them, they are going at it by themselves, and I just stand at a distance; and then, after each notices me, they motion me over. Sloppy kissing, pushing my face into various parts of each other, then pushing my face into one, then another stranger's privates, back into sloppy face-to-face stuff, and Smoothie blasts a huge load all over my back. Hairyhispanic starts to walk away. WTF? He stops, turns, looks at me like "C'mon!" and I follow him up the stairs, he plops down on one of the couches, and pats the couch for me to sit between his beautiful thighs. More kissing, then shoving my face in his crotch, and by now he's really yanking on my beard. Smoothie reappears, plops down besides his boyfriend, they start to make out while Hairyhispanic is shoving and pushing and pulling on my head, face, and beard. He sounds like he's gonna pop, and I can't hold back anymore - I stand up just long enough to let them see me cum and he YEE-YANKS my beard back down, pulling real hard to get my face back under his balls, them SPLAT! all over me!

And then the tough part. I get pulled up off the floor, pulled in between them, and we sit cuddled up, me in the middle. And we talk about nothing for a while, gently stroking, an occasional kiss. And it just feels sooooo good. And yet, where do I really fit in in this picture? This has occupied my thoughts for the past 2 days. It's pretty nutty to get all emotionally involved in a couple, eh? But besides the obvious amazing attraction I have to each of them, and to them together, I actually like them. Not just the ego thing of them again saying nice things about me after the sex, but the sort of comfortableness I felt with them. And wanting to get to know them better. And the burning desire to spend a night with them, including sleeping. I'm sure that would be a disaster. Well, obviously I'm not sure it would be, cuz I wouldn't want it so bad. But that feeling of collapsing after cumming, and just lingering until sleep takes over. I'm sure I wouldn't get much sleep, but I'd totally enjoy watching each and both of them sleep. I sure miss that part of sleep-overs.

So anyway, I got dressed much faster than them, but stuck around and walked out with them. Even walked over to the deli with them; Hairyhispanic offers to buy me a snack, I decline. When we get outside, they're gonna take a cab uptown; me, I'm on foot (snow). I was gonna wait and see them into a cab, but realized I'm just prolonging the inevitable - me going home alone. I peck one on the cheek, then the other. Smoothie grabs me and gives me a huge firm hug, then his partner does as well.

It's nice. But I want more. I smile and walk up Avenue A.

A NIGHT AT THE ADONIS

"The hottest gay movie palace in New York: orgy in the orchestra, ball in the balcony, or make-out in the men's room."

Filmed in Cruise-O-Rama, directed by Jack Deveau (1978).

One of my all-time favorites - corny humor (mostly from Jack Wrangler - "I'm in men's clothing"), disco soundtrack including Sylvester, even a storyline! A young college student is interning at the Adonis Theatre, "majoring in Bars & Baths, with a minor in Discos," so we see the goings-on of the theatre thru his eyes. Oh yeah, and HOT SEX! Excuse the quality - a bit dark, and their's a bit of a buzz to the sound.

Starring Jack Wrangler, Jayson MacBride, Geraldo, Tommy Ruscica, Malo, Big Al Little, Keith Strickland, Chris Michaels, Todd Tavers, Paul Maul, Eartha Hugee, Robert A. Glory, and Victor Williams. Plus Bill ELd, Lee Foster, Roger, and Mandingo (in scenes from Sex Magic) Myles Longue (a scene from Narcissus II) and Mark Woodward.

KANSAS CITY TRUCKING CO trailer

"Ever wonder about truckers? Or about how men get it on - with each other? My old man did."

Yeah yeah yeah, another re-run; but like yesterday's - been over a year, it's Joe Gage, goshdarnit - and UNLIKE yesterday's, you'll actually see a bit of manmeat.

We have a winner! Tuesday's contest - guess who the hairy hunk is, and tell me what you'd do with him in a porno flick:

"That's studly Hank Hightower who, if I had my druthers, could pound my ass any time he wanted, porno movie or not. Hank is a hot fucking daddy who defies the standard shaved and buffed porno star look. Plus he has a real dirty mouth and looks a lot a like my hot rancher uncle. The hottest scene I could imagine with Hank would be a recreation of my adolescent fantasies involving my uncle, his barn, his boots, his cock, and my ass."

SPROING!!!

"If there's anything I like better than sucking cock, it's kicking ass!"

I know I promised more porn, and this clip is from a pornomovie, but I just love this 2-minute scene so much, I just had to re-run it (I think I showed it about a year ago, so maybe some newbies might not have seen it). I think I'm gonna start calling jerks "PORKCHOP" like my hero Mr. Locke does in this clip.

"I'm just trying to come up with a reason other than you don't like homosexuals."

The early coverage on the Limon v. Kansas case seems to indicate that the outlook is good - although I must admit my heart sank when I read that it could be 60 days, or even longer, for a ruling to be issued, and further appeal is possible, (yes, I'm still naive enough to hope that a panel of judges would look at each other during oral argument and declare "This is outrageous! Set that young man free immediately!") - with one member of the three-judge panel hearing the arguments finding some of the State of Kansas's arguments for the huge discrepency in sentencing of same-sex vs. sex-discordant sex crimes "utterly rididulous."

check out some of the coverage for yourself:

Judge ridicules underage sex law

Judge Questions Harsher Punishment In Teen Sodomy Case

Topeka Capital-Journal's coverage seems to give the most detail (although their site seemed to be down as of 2:30 this morning) - as several of the online gaynews sites were relying heavily on their reporting.

"I thought I was only doing 55, sir!"

Apparently I've been a bit too frugal with the bandwidth this month, and so I need to burn thru a bunch by this Sunday (but don't go posting pornoclip links on those message boards, OK?) I realize having another dupedpornovideo give-away asking you to merely guess the lead actor's identity is too easy, so to make it a bit more interesting, you'll need to correctly identify the hairy hunk cop, then tell me whether you want to top or bottom with him in a porno movie, and why (yes, you'll have to turn me on to win - duh; and no, I can't arrange for you to actually do a porno movie scene with him). Most importantly, the winner's entry will get published here, but no names. Then the winner gets to pick from this pile of garbage miscellaneous give-away porn I have by the desk. Submissions due by midnight Wednesday.