smiling faces, show no traces

I was aksed to smile more.....

lycra, anyone?

BG EAST WRESTLING TAG TEAM 1

Starring: Cruze & Jose vs Sean Patrick & Patrick Donovan (1998)

"The Puerto Rican heels relish their opponents: sultry prettyboys in sheer white trunks! The babies infuriate the heels w/leglocks, snapmares, head & bodyscissors. But these heels get tag-revenge with gut punishment and simultaneous submissions. Cruze & Jose batter the prettyboys taking turns holding each boy while the other delivers relentless gutpunishment! Then there's a rowing double legsplit you won't believe!!"

Of course, eBaying this tape.

In just seven 6 days, I will make you a man

Hard to believe that in 6 short days, this hot stud will be passed out, hungover, snoring on my kitchen floor, only to be awoken by the vague sounds of thwack, thwack, THWACK! coming from the next room...... And there are rumours that this bearded stud will be visiting our fair city, too!

"music to me is the proof of the existence of god"

From: "R M"
To: bruce*******@yahoo.com
Subject: Saw you on BMB
Date: Thu, 28 Apr 2005 12:33:52

hey guy, wow, man you are dynamite hot...will be in manhattan friday morning/noon....would love to meet up for some hot no hassle one on one....from what i have seen and read, i think we would really ignite if we got together...some intense and hot fun....and see where things go...

Let's see, I'm not "bruce" nor is my email address "bruce*******@yahoo.com" (exactly how many guys did you send this exact same forwarded message to today, and since it's inception, dated Mon, 10 Jan 2005 11:36:13???), and if you actually READ my BMB profile, you'd see that the only kind of sex I enjoy is FULL OF HASSLE! And another thing you dumbf......

and then WINAMP kicks in, playing one of the songs I was struggling to download this morning, but as it turns out, not this weird electro-remix of Blondie's Sunday Girl (which I now suspect might've been a mash-up) I heard out late last night, but instead, something from the SUNDAY GIRLS, and, listening to Tomoko Takagaki, Aisa Senda, Mai Satou, & Chika Goshima, I stop typing my sarcastic irate email, and delete the whole thing as I begin whistling along (you should try it, it's VERY theraputic).....

Of course, I felt like something a bit more, um, less, um, poppy and more, um, soaring and springlike and soulful and, well, you get the idea, so into the 1 Giant Leap folder for Daphne.

you're an anchor for f**k's sake!

Was that me yelling at the TV last night? (yes) Was that me howling with laughter at the TV last night? (yes) Is it possible to love The Daily Show's John Stewart any more than I already do now? (I don't f**kin' think so!) If you didn't see last night's show, with the segment entitled Gaywatch, it's rerun this evening at 7pm, and again late tonight around 1:30 (EST, of course). The Texas Foster Care law, and CNN's coverage of if, with Stewart's outraged, hysterical take on them both is just, just, oh, f**k, it's f**ktastic! And as usual, One Good Move has the clip, too.

in praise of (nearly) hairless muscley strawberry blond pornomen

RAW MATERIAL

Director: Steven Scarborough (1996)

Starring: Mark Baxter, Todd Gibbs, Adriano Marquez, Luc Russell, Hunter Scott, Steve O'Donnell, Kyle Brandon, Rick Mathews, Kurt Houston, and Sean Dickson.

Ahhhhhhh, Todd Gibbs. Not a bear, barely a hair on his body, or even his face ferchrissakes, but, alas, what I wouldn't do to bury my hungry face in his musclebutt! This is a clip from his first movie, Raw Material. One teeny tiny flaw, not his fault, but who-the-fuck thought to trim his pubes??? Beautiful red crotch hairs getting the buzz treatment - GEEzus! Like this guy's few hairs could get in the way of that hugethickmeat! I remember seeing him on the street once, late 90's, walking down Broadway near 23rd. Drool falling out of my mouth onto the pavement, it took me a moment to realize who this pink alabaster (shirtless, even!) god was. Even handsomer in person, I momentarily considered saying something, anything, but his musclelegs carried him away too quickly, as I watched the rhythm of his thighs and ass lull me into a bigger grin. He went on to even better performances (movie-wise, that is) like the starring role in The Road Home, and that hot scene in Descent where he's tied up, along with MyAlmightyGod Aiden Shaw and some other dude. Alas, he seems to have appeared in only a total of 5 movies (the others were Falcon's Code of Conduct and a low-budget one, The Price of Manhattan, under the name Ethan Parks.) But just watch the way his cock bounces up and down while lucky Mark Baxter (no chopped liver himself!) attacks him from behind..... gotta go!

Selling my VHS copy - auction ends Wednesday afternoon

Wow, in that clip you posted, dude...that's "Sam Ritter" as Larry Bert isn't it?

My crack team of investigative reporters (2 porno-crazed readers of this site) are at it again. A clip I posted the other day from "Tell Me Something Dirty" (scroll down) included a guy named Larry Bert, who, apparently, is in fact also known as Stephen Geoffreys/Sam Ritter! - Thanks, guys!

I want a raise I want to go home I want sex I want a cookie

Some tidbits: more auctions ending today (and more being added tonight) - me on eBay

new pic old pic

(I've tried luring some Bears with the cookie pics on my BMB profile)

old song, still a fave - I Want A Cookie.

i heart earth

TELL ME SOMETHING DIRTY

directed by: Marcus Strong, IV (1990)

Starring: David Dean, Danny Brown (aka Dany Brown), Brett Williams, Shannon, Steve Knight, Juan Montoya, Larry Bert, Marc Radcliff, Dexter Hill

Y'all know that by the mid 80's, most porno was being shot on video. Most households had VCR's, and the adult video business was booming. The pressure to churn out as much filth as possible was high, and production values, and costs, went down. By the end of the 80's, there were 10's of thousands of poor quality, shot-in-one-day adult videos, and of course the gay segment of the business was no exception. This little movie might be called "pre-condom" if one were selling it on eBay (and I am, and it is listed that way), despite the fact that it was made in 1990, long after we all knew you should ALWAYS were a condom when fucking. The "pre-condom era" ought to be stuff made no later than 84 or 85, but even Falcon and other major studios were churning out the stuff as late as 1988 and 89.

Blah blah blah.... Meanwhile, back to this little "gem" - if you like bad 80's hair, Casio-keyboard soundtracks, no-condom fucking, and a bit of "roughtrade" I only like girls but your ass will do dirty talk (last scene), you might dig this one.

My Dog Eats Beats

A few weeks ago I mentioned how much i love Bjork's Heirloom and got a friendly email recommending I check out the original track for the tune - Crabcraft. I had heard/read that she used someone else's song for the music, but not until I heard it myself had I realized that it is indeed 99% the same (musically - Crabcraft contains no vocals/lyrics) - and quite interesting to listen to, after nearly 4 years of enjoying her version. This made me want to find more from the same group - Console - and I think this little tune from the same album is pretty fantastic - My Dog Eats Beats. (note: I began to watch the video for the tune on their website, but after a week of enjoying the song on its own, I could see that the video would put different images in my head than my own imagination, so I stopped after 15 seconds.)

take my boxers, please

Time for another give-away. Only this time I won't be so cocky and think y'all tune in every 12 hours - so, if you want my shorts, you have until Friday to tell me why I should give 'em to you. If more than one guy writes in, then I'll have to actually read your email and judge you, er, the email, on creativity, penmanship, humour (but none of that English toilet humour, OK?), patheticness, or whatever just grabs me that day.

Here's the background: these 2 Banana Republic boxers (100% coton, size small) were a Christmas present from some years ago. I loved them. They remind me of what is probably the best Christmas I ever had, and therefore, make me sad and irritable just thinking about it now. Many many years ago, in a land far away, I had a boyfriend. Not just any boyfriend, but a man who's aroma made me weak-kneed, who's patches of shoulder hair stopped my breathing, who's blue eyes and fuzzy face made me forget everything that sucked in the world (except me, of course, since I really really liked suc.... nevermind), in short - I thought he was THE ONE. Like any good relationship, there were problems. I won't go into that, but we were actually getting back together as Christmas was approaching. I was a bit nervous, not knowing what we'd do about the holiday, but he surprised me and suggested I stay in town (I usually went home to my family in Chicago) and we spend Christmas together. Like any romantic fool, I took this as a very very good sign. Meahwhile, i got into an accident with a taxi (it hit my bike, arm in sling...) which I thought might derail our plans to stay in and make a big meal together. No, he insisted on me shopping with him 2 nights before, preparing elaborate lists of ingredients which I never even knew he could cook, and he did all the work. We were to get together the night before, me bringing over the last bits of stuff we needed to make a big dinner and a great day. I baked cookies. I sat on this floor, in my kitchen, my fractured arm securely holding the bowl while the other arm mixed, making a batch of fresh chocolate chip cookies, cookies he always loved. That night he finished putting up lights and pine branches, playing bad Christmas music and dancing and giggling like a little boy. We had great sex, somehow, even with me rather immobile, falling asleep all sticky, furry bodies clinging, his wonderful snoring in my ear, my head on his chest.

In the middle of the night I woke up, and had an idea. I hadn't told him I baked, just stuck the tupperware deep down in my bag. So I got up, put the presents I bought for him under the Christmas display he set up with lights and a huge vase of pine branches, then to the kitchen. I grabbed a small vintage plate from his cupboard, and grabbed a glass and half filled it with milk. Just to be silly, I left the plate of cookies (one half-eaten) and glass of milk on the dining room table, and crawled back into bed.

Christmas morning, he woke up first, and I could feel his body disengage from mine. The sound of him in the bathroom, then in the kitchen, and soon the aroma of coffee made it's way into the bedroom. I could hear him walking around his apartment, then I heard a laugh. He suddenly ran into the bedroom, kissed my face with his scruffy face, and exclaimed with the most adorable boyish giggle: "Santa came! Santa came!"

indeed.

We lasted a few more months. The boxers were among several gifts from him that day. They are actually more his style - plaid - and therefore made them even more enjoyable to wear. But, after the break-up (another story, another time) they've been sitting at the bottom of the underwear pile, occasionally staring me in the face and taunting me with the wonderful circumstances of how they came into my possession, reminding me of the man who is no longer in my life in any capacity, and, of course, being the last relationship, digging at me a bit harder than most memories. So, I think It's time they found a new home.

where did i put that red hanky?

Fist Power

Always hard to decide WHAT was the best part of the Simpsons, but tonight it probably was during the credits, Vice President Cletus!

still springing

99 cent porno store (slowly) reopens

Yeah, I know, you foreigners can't access the (adult) auctions, nor can those of you who aren't eBay "members" - but what the heck. I'm broke, I need cash, and everything starts at 99 cents. If for no other reason than the two new(ish) pics I've added to the page - check out my eBay page. And to all of you gentlemen who have donated porn to the cause, I owe ya many many ball-lickings. Anyone out there doing some spring cleaning and wants to get rid of that box, drawer, or closet full of porn (or portion tehreof) - you know who's mouth is waiting......

Meanwhile, some of the stuff is actually pretty good. There's Cockfight, nicely directed by Michael Zen (Falconhead, Falconhead II, Bear Hug, G.I. Mac, He-Devils, etc.), about some homophobic closeted homoarmy guy (Blue Blake) which actually has both hot sex and an interesting storyline. A TITAN promotional preview/trailer DVD. There's one of those DVD compilations whose names, Bathroom Fantasies, has fuckinnothingwhatsoever to do with the content - in the entire four hours (package says 5 hours!) there is exactly ONE scenario in a bathroom; otherwise it's actually got much more to offer than you'd expect. The ENTIRE Paul Barresi directed STRAIGHT COCKSUCKERS (not to worry, they don't, at all, pretend to be straight. As Director Barresi says to the actors (Paul Carrigan, Peter Wilder, Nic Collins, Cole Reece, Rick Estephan, Anthony Gallo, Eric York, Peter Michaels) in the warm-up by the pool - the title means no bullshit! just go STRAIGHT to the COCK and SUCK! Also, this little compilation has another entire movie, a bi-sexual parody of BEWITCHED called, of course, Biwitched (not to be confused with Bi-Witched) . You can't imagine the torture for me, fastforwarding thru all the um, womanly parts parts, verifying that the whole movie was there, but I'll do anything to accurately describe what I am selling. I will tell you that Paolo Centori, who stars as DARREN #1, is hot, and the first sex scene is, thankfully, just him and another man. Another Bi movie - VALLEY OF THE BI DOLLS has Peter North reurning to his gay porn roots (don't get excited, he doesn't do a gay scene) by using his gay porn name, MATT RAMSEY.

I plan to have more up for auction this weekend, thru next week and beyond, including mostly more porn (even some more bi and - egad! str8 stuff!!!) but also some clothes, and non-porno books.

early morning photo

geil eingetragene Motorrad Leder-Latzhose

does she ever sing in Icelandic?

• It's Not Up To You (Icelandic - live)
• Unison (Icelandic - live)

Laugardalsvöllur 12/19/01

NO PNP (just p)

Trying to update my linkage on this page, and added my BigMuscleBear profile above (not sure I'll keep it there, but it's the closest thing I have to an "ABOUT ME" page); I also realize that many folks don't realize that the ELSEWHERE thingee near the top has links to other blogs, other places - so I might try to re-do that, too (I even forget to use it, and UPDATE it - but maybe y'all can go up there, click around, make those other guys/websites think see I'm popular and sending them a bunch of new readers) - then again, I might just go whack off.....

No talking, just head

won't you please help?

Subj: hei baby!
Date: 4/11/05 7:11:33 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From: REDSTARBOY15@---------.com
To: Bjland

hei!
I am underage gay,and I am willing to runaway and sell my body and I want to be porn star,I am Jake and I am 16,so if you know any people that can help me!?
I live in USA,Florida

I guess if I were living in Florida, I'd be writing complete strangers, offering to be a sexslave just to get out.....

Used Underwear? There Ought to Be a Law

"And are you getting the heebie-jeebies when buying underwear, concerned that your purchase may have already been worn? A councilman from Queens wants to confront that paranoia by banning the sale of used undergarments." Normally this would be very upsetting news, except for two things. 1) Our mayor, who is a Republican and therefore loathes governmental interference in the flow of commerce, would certainly veto such legislation, wouldn't he? And 2) I gave up selling used under wear years ago er, months ago, um, er weeks, hours, minutes ago.

But of course, I do on occasion give it away, and just this week, during an email exchange with this hot guy 3000 miles away, I was shocked to learn he doesn't wear underwear! Taking things into my own hands (as I often find I must), I offered to send a jockstrap, which he readily accepted. I'm just hoping he doesn't get the wrong idea by the color of the 'strap I'm sending, as I'm not too sure if the HANKY CODE ("gosh, can someone turn up the lights a bit, is that hanky BLACK, grey, charcoal, black with a stripe...") applies to jockstraps. I suppose I could ask this hot guy or that hot man, but I'm just too bloody shy, ya know?

i guess i left myself wide open to this

From: Mr West
To: bjland
Subject: (no subject)
Date: Sun, 10 Apr 2005 00:26:43 -0700

"What would you say about a guy who posts this pic on a certain M4M site, but isn't really into spanking, paddling, or buttfucking?" (note: from my Friday post)
I'd say that the dude probably loves having his butt rimmed big time, like hours of tongue work up and down his hairy crack. probably intense finger wave action. I'd say that dude probably loves having another DUDE hold those cheeks apart, exposing the inner pinkness to heavy spit action and tongue raping of his hole.
that's what I'd say from those pictures of a dude from a certain site. Tho' with a FINE ass like that & he didn't enjoy getting it seriously tapped...well, that's a crying shame. (BTW the furriness of the dude is fucking HOT)

Not to put the guy on the spot or anything (I erased his name, didn't I?) - after all, the email made me ROCKHARDINAFUNKYPLACE - but the only real problem i have with his response is the "tongue raping" - Something to do with my many many hours watching Law & Order (the second best show on TV) - the whole consent thing takes away the appropriateness of the use of that word.... Meanwhile - "getting seriously tapped" ---- what can I say? After that hot kid did it last week, let's just say Im open to shifting my position on that topic.

p.s. the El Paso disc has been wrapped up for a young man in Canada (shhhhhh, don't tell customs) and should get shipped Monday. Not to worry, I'll be giving more away all month long (OK, so I give it away as often as I can anyway, but you know what I mean.....)

It's Springing!

What would you say about a guy who posts this pic on a certain M4M site, but isn't really into spanking, paddling, or buttfucking?

p.s. blogger took 3-1/2 hours to publish the post below, 5pm EST...... grrrr!

Hey. Doing some spring cleaning here, and discovered this bootleg DVD-R of El Paso Wrecking Corp. First guy (21 or over) who emails me with a good reason why he should get this disc, will, um, get it. NOTE: it's not the best recording, there is some occasional "noise" - of course, it IS the fuller 88 minute version, so... oh yeah, check out the time I post this - if it's three days later when you read this, chances are I've found a lucky winner. (and shame on you for checking in only every three days!)

she's a freak

BJ GETS WET

Now, before you go clicking and shit.... you already did? Why I oughta.... Fine, be that way, but you better be laughing WITH me, and not at me. This is ART, ferchrissakes! And throw in a Happy Fuckin' Anniversary while you're at it, too. And, yes, as you probably guessed, the music in the background is the Tom Tom Club's She's a Freak. Lastly, keep in mind this was almost 5 years ago, so my belly is much bigger, my beard is, well, not a goatee but a beard, and my cock is much much smaller (but needs as much, if not more, attention as it needed way back when).

four more years! four more years! four more...?

OR, what we're gonna do right here is go back, way back........ The first bj's gay porno-crazed ramblings blogpost (from 4 years ago, today) is re-posted below. Not too memorable, but, what the hell. In celebration of this anniverary, I was contemplating posting a 2 minute clip from this home movie I made a few years back, an excerpt from BJ GETS WET; that is, if anyone wants to see it. (Just remember, it's some old hairy guy playing with his wetself or something - YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!) Meanwhile....

Saturday, April 07, 2001
ggrrrrrrrrrrrr. Easy Inn is pretty good for modern porn. didn't make it past the first scene - guess that's a good sign! all those slurping sounds. damned if I know how to get this friggin "blog" to show up anywhere.
posted by b j at 7:42 PM


ok. it doesnt seem to work. so, 3rd cup of coffee, Devo's "Through Being Cool" probably annoying the neighbors (or maybe thats the bassline bangin' on the walls....). today's porno note: how do I get a copy of Daddy Dearest, 1984 film starring Daniel Holt, Dean Johnson, and of course, one of my PORN HEROES Richard Locke (his last film). just got an email thanking me for the anonomous pic I sent to Dean Johnson - a still I found in an old porn mag of Mr Locke fucking him! well, as long as no one sees me dancing to this song, i guess i;m still cool!
posted by b j at 1:26 PM

They do a trapeze walk, Until they're in the sky, Right above my bed, While I'm asleep

In the weeks and months after 9/11, I listened to Bjork's Vespertine all the time. Late night bike rides, sleepless nights drifting into mornings, the few opportunities to share sex with someone else, staring at the TV, inhaling the fumes from downtown, this album was a constant. The raw sexuality, the emotional-ness of it, the accepting acknowledgment of pain, the stubborn optimism and celebration of life and all it's potentials; all this made the record ideal for the mood(s) I was in. To pick a favorite song from an album that should always be listened to in its entirety seems impossible, although if I were to pick without really thinking, it would be the final song - Unison. I have startled a few friends by confessing that it would be my suicide song. Then I have to backtrack, and assure them I would never do that, but IF I ever knew ahead of time that I had only 6 minutes, 45 seconds to live, I would want that song, on my headphones (or a really big, loud boombox) playing as I rode my bike, faster and faster, until I was going so fast that I would just leap across the FDR drive and into the East River, my last moments, the chorus, the choir, "Embrace you tight, Let's unite tonight". Of course, in reality, that is not my favorite song from the album, it just happens to be one of the BIG ones that stands out, and it makes a great finale to a great album. But it's another tune - smaller, quieter - that sneaks up on me every time I listen. When the first few notes pop out of the stereo, I instinctively reach to turn up the volume, stop what I am doing, sit or lie down, and let it wash over me. Even 3-1/2 years later, I have to look at the booklet to remember the name, Heirloom. It just conjures up HOME; memories of Mom, and warm blankets, and hissing radiator sounds of my many New York apartments; the past and hoped for future boyfriends who smile when I bring them fresh-baked cookies, who wrap their arms around me and hold me tight during rough moments, this song just whispers so reassuringly- "you will be taken care of, don't worry."

Gee, all that, and this live version isn't even as good as the original! But nonetheless, something I found the other night on the internets, Heirloom (live).

they just don't make movies like that anymore....

GREEK LIGHTNING


"Billy, show Mr. Acropolis your beautiful tool."

directed by: Warren Stephens (1973)

Starring: Jimmy Hughes, Jon Steele, Ted Lee, Rudy Thomas Foley, Ace Angel, Steve Nelson, Joe Daniels, Terry Samson, Dan Bach, Davy, Bob Wright, James Heliton, Gene Drake, Sean Johnson

This one is a keeper. I've been contemplating selling it, but hell no! Great, great soundtrack, chase scenes (cars, on top of trains, and thru the suburbs on what looks like L.A. to me), fanfuckintastic 70's clothes, light bondage, over the top Evil Queen villain, and.... oh yeah, sex! Hot stud Jimmy Hughes (Mr. Gay Universe) stars as a, a, um, spy-type guy - Johnny Acropolis - in this funtastic "sexual thriller" from Jaguar Productions. As the Bijou Video review points out, the opening sequence alone makes this a stand-out.

sunday

him: So, you like patting?
me: huh?
him: You like patting?
me: Like this?
I grabbed the back of his head, affectionately patted twice like I did moments before he asked, after his sly grin seemed to invite me closer. I kept my hand on his neck.
him: I don't like being pat.
me: oh
He started to drift away, turned back for a moment, wrapped his hand fully around my beard, tugging playfully. Another grin, then he continued his drifitng into the smoke and strobelights.

Friday night, after having an unexpected 90 minute nap, couldn't really get back to sleep, but discovered a Bjork fanpage that had a bunch of bootleg live stuff. From Spain, 2003, the SPT (Soft Pink Truth) live version of It's In Our Hands.

If you're on the east coast, you know it's raining cats and dogs. You'd also know it was the perfect day for staying in bed, sipping coffee, sucking cock and eating ass (and if you're a real smooth talker, some fucking, but I didn't say that). If you read this page much (I said READ, not click click click on the pics) you'd know I am working my usual dreary Saturday afternoon shift, which usually involves no sucking or ass-eating or any of that. Alas, I can only look forward to coming home and seeing how many filthy pictures I can find when I hook back up to my addiction, my computer, this machine. The occasional love letter is nice, too.