boxers

cleaning house here, and hope to have a bunch of stuff to give away. First up are boxers. I won't bore you with the formerly scrawny guy complaining about his beer belly making many of his clothes too small to squeeze into. Let's just say I hate throwing stuff away, but know I will never, ever be able to wear size SMALL boxers again. Mostly GAP and Banana Republic cotton, send me an email if you want me to send you a couple pair (and if only one guy responds, you get the whole bunch) - just remember, nothing sleazy, just boxers that are taking up valuable real estate in my tiny apartment. Use 'em or abuse 'em, just take my boxers, please.

update: some perv, er, a lovely gentleman from West Hollywood should be getting a box of boxers in the mail in the next 3-7 business days.

Male Bonding....With a Vengeance!!

I've just watched the first 24 minutes of Joe Gage's newest flick, 110 in Tucson. HOLY F*CK!!! OK, sure, it's not that unusual to pop in a video at 3 in the morning and get your rocks off, but, HOLY F*CK!!!

I wasn't really in the mood (for jerking off), but got the DVD in the mail yesterday and was anxious to see it. I was pleased first with the slow, relaxed pace, then the simple but interesting set-up (two cops take a break for their usual whack-off session in a motel room) with a slight, but simple, twist - the clerk for the motel inadvertantly gets a glimpse of the two men, and then can't stop watching thru a window. The kinds of themes Gage likes to explore - voyeurism (on at least two levels, because of course we are watching the guy watching the pair) and just the little ideosyncracies of men getting off (together) - male bonding, if you will.

Ray Dragon is one of the cops, and I have to say he was barely recognizable in the still pics I had seen, and I still don't think it looks like him on the back DVD cover. I guess I had just gotten used to the scruffy, sometimes bearded version of him, so this clean-shaven/3 o'clock shadow version is rather interesting. He's hotter than ever, but just in an unexpected way. He's the one who does all the talking, relaxing his married buddy (something along the lines of "it's not cheating, we're just whacking off") during what seems to be a regular routine. Ray stands with his cock pulled out of his police uniform, while the other guy is on the bed, also with cock yanked out of his uniform, stroking. It's tortuously slow, but in a good, teasing way, and there is finally contact between the two men - Ray rubbing his thick hard prick on the other guy's cowboy boot.

OK, a play-by-play is kinda silly, but what adds to the sexual heat here is the tension - you know sex is gonna happen, but you are realizing that it won't be your typical (yawn) suck/rim/fuck, and you just have to know how this is gonna transpire. And the guy spying on them is just the trigger for the two men to finally go beyond their usual routine (mututal masturbation) as at first they just use the guy to get serviced, eyeing each other longingly but still not touching, until finally Ray goes down on his buddy, and then finally, his buddy has his first taste of manmeat (and what better meat to have down your throat as your initiation into unbridled man-on-man sex than Ray Dragon's!!) as Ray commands his buddy to go down on him. Even the typical 3 guys standing, whacking, is extended beyond the "let's do the cumshot thing" but their eyes darting back and forth between each other, the faster stroking followed by the self-disciplined sudden stop (hoping the other guys shoot first?) that just teases and makes you stop, and wait, until you can't hold back and - SPLAT! - you can't hold back once that first splurt pops out of Mr Dragon.

Gosh, typing/editing/posting has given me the "recovery time" needed to get on with rest of the scene.... (no, they're not done yet, and neither am I!) Oh yeah, and another thing that might go unnoticed, but is so important, NO PORN STAR TATTOOS! When these guys get naked, and it's just three unadorned male bodies (with huge hard cocks, of course), it just adds so much to the "plot" of three regular working guys getting each other off.

TAKE 37: "Guttenberg, c'mon, try to be more enthusiastic"

CAN'T STOP THE MUSIC

"Do all toll collectors look like that?"

directed by Nancy Walker! (1980)

Starring: Village People, Valerie Perrine, Bruce Jenner, Steve Guttenberg......

If you've seen it, you know. If you haven't seen it, don't do it alone, or sober. Two minutes into the film, I am on the floor, screaming with laughter. Sixteen minutes into the film, I have the TV set on the window ledge, with the cable cord wrapped around my neck preventing me from tossing the damn thing down 4 floors, but still able to scream: "make him stop, make Guttenberg stop!" Really, a movie about the Village People where you don't see The Leatherman until 72 minutes into it???? C'mon! To make things even more ridiculous, I rented the damn thing on Thursday, watched/fast-forwarded on Friday, with a due date of Saturday. But, um, my weekend went so well that I forgot all about it, and didn't return it 'til Tuesday with a 3-day late fee! Oh, and check out this amazing review/guide/critque.

Click one of the pics to view the movie trailer (you know that if you view the clip in the browser, you can "right click" and view it FULL SCREEN, right?), or here if you want to download and save for later.)

W.W.R.L.D.??

Friday night, and despite having been out every night for the past 10 or 12 days in a row, and despite not having my usual Friday night going-to-the-Eagle buddy with me, of course I pulled on the cockrings and jockstrap and jeans, and rode up. Not as crowded as I had expected, but plenty to look at, and I ran into a barbuddy/ex-trick. We talked for awhile, parted ways to peruse in our own directions, and bumped into each other again up on the roof where we hung out for awhile yapping. Then, the familiar sounds, and inner tinglings of something from the past caught my attention. Naw, I thought, he's not playing.... must just be a sample of, naw.... OMG! It's the theme song from my favorite porno movie, HEATSTROKE!! Man Parrish's amazing tune, blasting from the speakers at the Eagle! I don't think I've ever actually heard the song in a club, just at home, watching the video, or an mp3 on the computer, and of course, years ago, from the big screen, watching the film itself dozens of times during the 80's at porno theatres. By now I had 2, maybe 3 beers in me, the crowd was thickening, and the music just put the hugest smile on my face, and I declared something really horribly silly like "Gay Pride Weekend can't possibly get any better!"

I had already decided earlier in the week to try my best to hang out with friends, and had a party here, going to CBGB's another night, and Sunday brunch with a great couple. No more of this "take it as it comes, leave your options open" crap that didn't work so well the past couple of years. (Ok, maybe it was just fine, but I felt I wanted to focus on friends, and not the elusive future boyfriend search) So by this time, I had babbled on and on about the song, and the movie it came from that my pal forgot what he was talking about, and we returned to the usual mindless "who's hot here" discussion. I had already spotted the man I saw (made out with) last Friday here, but he didn't seem to notice me. I mention this to my buddy, telling him that it seemed like the guy saw me, but turned away, and wouldn't turn his head back. Even when I walked into the bathroom, spotting him at the urinal, he walked past me without a hint of recognition or interest. My pal said it sucked, the guy's a jerk, etc etc.... Silly me, wanting to think of alternative theories - he didn't see me, he left his glasses at home, he's shy, he already spotted someone else, etc., etc. The song is nearing it's end, the next song is being mixed in, and I'm thinking WWRLD? (What Would Richard Locke Do?) Certainly it wouldn't be nothing! So I turned to my buddy and said "I'm going back downstairs, and I'm gonna make that man uncomfortable!" (yes, i was getting drunk)

I got downstairs, took me a few minutes to spot the man again, he looked just so adorable, my thinking about him all week was not just out of some drunken lust from unfinished business, but his face was just so sweet, and I see him kinda glancing in my direction, as he's slowing down on the opposite side of the pool table from me. I stop, lean, drool (internally, of course), and try to be casual about my interest. He walks over to a bench, sits down where there is room for one more....

"Hey, hi, we met last week, I think your name is...." He smiles back, somewhat sheepishly, but totally adorably: "yeah, you're right, but, um, I don't remember yours." And my right thigh is pressed against his left thigh, and we begin talking about music, and he's making me laugh, and I can't help but rub my hand on his adorable head, and he really likes it, and i go to kiss it, then down to his ear and begin to nibble and he says: "Oh, right, you like to bite, I remember that part clearly!" and we both laugh, and kiss, and just lean into each other a bit harder, and a bit softer, if that makes any sense.

.... several hours later (12, 14?), in a diner in Chelsea, he's talking about something, and as he's talking I get... oh jeez. Let's just say I was more than just attracted to him, but wanted to know more, and taste more, and.... we both had plans Saturday night, but I called him and left a message when I got home, he called back, and he accepted my invite to join my buddies for brunch the next morning, and join us for The Parade. I can't remember being happier, except, of course, the next day, late morning, when I rang his doorbell and he came out, and somehow managed to look even handsomer than my crazy imagination was able to remember, and we had our first of many kisses, and my hand clutched his head for the first of many head rubs of the day.

4-day GAY PRIDE HOLIDAY WEEKEND extended remix

still absorbing, many details not likely to be revealed, but it was so much more than fun, and wonderful, and warming.... My "weekend" lasted up to and including the rain-drenched ride home east from Chelsea late Monday afternoon, humming and laughing on my bike on my solitary, but not-at-all lonely ride home just in time to change for work Monday night.

We're all beautiful, can't you see?

I'm running late, and if I am lucky will have no time to post tomorrow, sunday, Gay Pride Day - so enjoy your day, play safe and remember: WE'RE ALL BEAUTIFUL!

here's a coupla tunes from Divine

• You Think You're A Man.
  
• I'm So Beautiful.

click here and scroll down (left side) for a brief clip of the I'm So Beautiful video

5:15?

wow, been awhile since i didn't get home til this late afternoon hour. The heat is scorching, the sweat from the bike ride across town still dripping down my forehead, and yet, as much as I'd enjoy the cool relief from a nice slow shower, I think I will wait a few more minutes, letting my sweat intermingle with his cum still clinging to both my chest and my back..... mmmmmmmm

"I think you're in the wrong place, buddy"

L. A. TOOL & DIE

"Cocksucker!"
"You better believe it. And if there's anything I like better than sucking cock, it's kicking ass!"

directed by Joe Gage (1979)

Starring: Richard Locke, Will Seagers, Casey Donovan, Derrick Stanton, Paul Baressi, Bob Blount, Richard Youngblood, Johnny Falconberg, Joe Walsh, Michael Kearns, Joseph Kearns, Shawn Victors, Becky Bitter, Dan Pace (aka Rocky Genero), Scott Sinclair, Gregg Dale, Bob Damon, Roy Harwood, Chuck Cord, Matthew Forde, Steve Rideout, Rev. Spoonball (on the radio), Joe Gage and "The Gage Men" (Carlos Balajo, Patrick Graham, Paul Guild, Erling Hitt, Beau Lovejoy, Max Osterhaut, Jose Solica, Nels Stensgaard, Shelly Gard).
Music by Al Steniman, Harmonica solos by Chuck Thatcher.

OK, so you get the little intro, the disco music starts, and..... WHAAAAH? - no sex? Gage took advantage of the fact that he hired some men who could act, and we get this fantastic scene, where Richard Locke first notices Will Seagers (AKA Matt Harper)in the bar, and talks to him in a surprisingly sweet scene out in the parking lot; contrasted with the fun, playful scene in the bar with the homophobe (and you know, just know, that Locke has to have been the one to come up with the "you porkchop!" line). GOD I love Mr Locke! This is the set up for this, the 3rd of Gage's Trilogy, getting Richard Locke back on the road to (have lots of sex in exciting places like trucks, restrooms, etc) er, follow Wiley (Will Seagers) to L. A. OK, so if you haven't yet clicked on the movie, just remember - NO SEX!

Now, I have 3 questions for you to ponder, and hopefully someone can send me answers:

• a] What's the music playing in the bar? (It may well be original music by Al Steinman (pseudonym for some well-repected film composer, but I was sworn to secrecy (not to mention I forgot his name!), who's credited here, as well as on the other of the Trilogy films - he did the haunting theme from the other two...)
• b] What does Locke say out in the parking lot, immediately after saying bye to Wiley? I can't quite make out the first line.
• 3] What is the music playing out in the parking lot? No doubt Locke may have suggested it, as he did with some of the country/bluegrass featured in El Paso.

it's cumming, it's cumming. 'puter crashed 3 times (so far) while typing up the post...

Have I mentioned lately how much I love Joe Gage? No really. And Richard Locke?FUCKk, what a combination. I was just viewing a clip, a clip I've posted before, but with the bandwidth increase alloted by my webhosting co., DreamHost, I'll be positng a fuller version of the scene this time, and it's one of my all-time favorite gay porno non-porno scenes. I'll put it up later, but it's just so perfect, ya know.... (OK, I have no brain and shouldn't even be wasting the space typing this, but ya know...) awww, rats! I just realized I used the wrong copy of L A TOOL (both my TMX versions are too orangey - the GAGETAPE one is the best print I have) and need to do the converting to digital all over again - ARRRGGGHHH!

i love it when you speak french

Je vois la vie en rose

TGIW!

a few hours of work (one last free meal), then as of midnight tonight, my 4-day GAY PRIDE HOLIDAY WEEKEND begins! woo-hoo! locals, and most certainly visitors, feel free to plant a wet smooch on me, and i'm sure i'll be happy to do the same (you bring the breath mint, I'll bring the tongue)

bits and pieces coming back to me (Tuesday Night)

Who am I kidding, I can't go out again, it'll be the 8th night in a row! Moments later, the doorman says hello, parts the shower-curtain entrance for me, nods as i pass by, leaving my 3 dollar admission in my pocket, not sure why I am getting in free. He sees me enough, he must have mistakenly thought I had already been in tonight. As I push my way towards the bar, a hat is placed on my head, I turn, the owner takes it back with a giggle, continuing to dance with his partner. I can't quite make it to the bar, several big guys are ordering drinks at this spot, so I fish in my pocket for some money. Looking up, the bar tender is reaching thru the men, handing me an ice cold Rolling Rock, smiling and waving away my money. (Sweetheart bartender anyway, so the freebie wasn't a surprise, but the pushing thru the guys was cool) Cold beer, loud music, haven't spent any money yet, and all the second hand smoke my all cotton clothing can absorb. Half-way thru this beer, I spot an old friend who I haven't seen out in a helluva long time (partnered, blah blah) so we start to catch up as he leads me to the bar for another beer (freebie!) OK, what's next, the roof gonna fall in? or is some tall goodlooking goateed man gonna chat me up, and finally I get to part with that five dollar bill in pocket for my 3rd beer? He brings back change! Then he leads me over to the couches, where we talk some more, and i finally grab his chin for the first of many kisses.

damn, I'm missing The Cock already....

low hanger

"The lowest-hanging full moon in 18 years is going to play tricks on you this week. Sky watchers have known this for thousands of years: moons hanging low in the sky look unnaturally big. Cameras don't see it, but our eyes do. It's a real illusion." Cool way to start summer, eh? And for the rest of the summer, let's make it a Summer Of Love.

5 A.M.

the slowly lightening sky, the first birds chirping, the hair on my torso sticky and sticking to my flesh, the aroma of the man who left a few minutes ago lingering in the air, Grace Jones's Libertango drifting beautifully from the speakers...

from the THIS SUCKS (and not in the good way) Dept.

Can you imagine flipping thru a copy of HX magazine and discovering that the DOUBLE HEADED DISCO party at NOWHERE has been "pre-empted" by the BIG LUG party? Imagine being the DJs/hosts, my pals Jeff and Pete, who had done all the publicity, posters, flyers, etc., for this Gay Pride Weekend and finding out thru the fuckin' ad in the tacky gay magazine? Grrrrrrr! Looks like I'll be heading uptown for CRUISING instead!

bits and pieces coming back to me, II

The line wasn't too bad this time. My turn, I begin to unbutton as I pull up to the far right urinal, pull out my stuff, look up and thru the fencing that separates this room from the other bathroom, directly across from me is this hottie, who says: "I've dreamt about this moment many times in the past few months" as we both whizz away, lower bodies hidden from each other by the urinal's wall. It's so great when your pals make the other men along side you envious, ya know?

bits and pieces coming back to me

We're standing in front of Mr. Hawk's booth when my buddy shoves a cellular device into my face and tells me to say "hey" to Chas. I say HEY into the machine, but hear nothing, the damn thing is so tiny, or was it because of the beer content and my inability to focus on anything that wasn't visual? Phone pulled back away from me, they wound up talking awhile, I floated off to where the density of men was thicker, and the beer easier to access.

Piss Factory

You look so familiar, on which website have I seen your face? Or was that your dick? Naw, it was longer ago that that; oh shit. I wasn't saying these things out loud, but those few minutes waiting in line together, going back was it ten years? We may have seen each other since, but the last time we would've had a conversation of any sort was at a mutual friend's "service" back in..... '93? Neither of us mentioned that, just mindless chitchat about how he had lost his boyfriend and how I was looking for one to lose. Tons of familiar faces this evening on west 28th st. Got home before midnight miraculously, made food, passed out.

Now it's a bit of a blur, but there was plenty of flirting, beer, some making out, beer, waiting in line for bathrooms, beer, waiting in line for roof access, beer, and a whole lot of that which bar/sexclub/website/dream/nightmare do i know you from? going on most of the night. And there's that one guy, I see all the time, maybe once or twice a week now, totally handsome, and he usually just looks right through me, but today it seemed to be open hostility. Hasfuckin'gottobe my imagination, as we've never met, i just sort of leer and drool each time I see his face, but this was an exchange of money leading to beer, I think, and he couldn't even manage the slightest smile, not a word, or any acknowledgement of my existence but the taking of my cash and the body language of the soup nazi. jeez. has to be my imagination. There was more, but my old beer-drenched head can't remember, and chances are, when I do, I won't have pen and paper to record it.

I would rather smell the way boys smell--
Oh those schoolboys the way their legs flap under the desks in study hall
That odor rising roses and ammonia
And the way their dicks droop like lilacs
Or the way they smell that forbidden acrid smell

WHAT IS..... Duran Duran?

REGmou [4:38 AM]: hi there, very horny bottom here looking to hook up. Hot latin, smooth, hungry and ready to play hard.
REGmou [4:38 AM]: are you Mike? Let us have fun
REGmou [4:38 AM]: my hole is so hungry and loaded with t
REGmou [4:39 AM]: ???

the usual, hungover, running late for work - send postcards!

NOT begging for emails, but

Ever write to some guy, asking a question or paying a compliment, and then never getting a response? Yeah, I know, I'm that guy. Many millions and billions of apologies if I neglected or forgot you. I'm diggin through some stuff, and found a t-shirt here, a video there, etc., that I KNOW, KNOW I promised someone, somewhere, some time ago, but which someone I can't for the life of me remember or trace back looking through old emails. So, if i owe you something, or you suspect some email got tossed in the SPAM folder, feel free to let me know. This is NOT an invite to make shit up (but go ahead, test my memory - wait, was that an invite?) cuz i ain't about to send some porno book to some guy who claims i owe him if it doesn't ring a bell with this old brain.

BTW, yes, that was me shirtless sitting at the bar when the lights came up last night this morning - but i had to - I had this gentleman's agreement with a buddy to always de-shirt when disco comes on (offer good only during Gay Pride Month, and outside of the states of Texas, Utah, and Idaho), and it was fuckin' LOVE HANGOVER ferchrissakes!

(oh, him? the boy up there on the right? he had to leave this morning(ish), but i got the pic before he finished dressing. lips like tequila, butt like....)

I am make nice for visist to new york

shirtless in june

when was the last time you jerked off with a young cutey in a bathroom stall while Ted Nugent's Stranglehold blasted? I don't think of myself as some urinal troll, but i did make several non-essential trips to the urinals, usually with that not-so-goodlooking guy (i am being kind) plopping himself nexxt to me. As desolate as the place was, i had biked all the way up, and the DJ was great, so i continued to pour budweiser down my throat. In fact, i actually felt nostalgic for that visit a few weeks back from Chas (dude! the music was excellent!) I had seen the young man earlier, he didn't seem to pay much attention to me, so i was pelasantly surprised when I happened to be next to him at the urianals and he lingerd after finishing up his business. Pulling on his cock, brushing away other suitors, slight arm-to-arm brushing as i couldn't get mine to harden as quickly as he got his, but he seemed intent on getting off. A momentary dive, as he covered his cock made me realize there would be "none of that" - but he still continued to yank, as did I. taking a risk, i zipped up (slowly, making a bit of a show of my stuff being shoved back into the 'strap) and left the urinals for a stall (leaving in ajar, of course) He washed up at the sink, in view of me, so i yanked and pulled in his sight, and soon he joined me. Ted Nugent was blasting, and it was like i was 17 again, with no actuall sexual expereince, but merely the desire to be near another boy's body. I couldn't help but get vocal as he finally touched me, yanking on my balls as I massaged my own usually insenistive nipple. I knew better than to wait for my partner, and got close, very close. But i growled just slightly, and barely audibly, with some other low noises to key him in, and he was hard and throbbing and apparently reaady to go, too. Without me needing to ask, he shot on me just as i shot down onto our shoes.

afterwards, i saw him ahead of me, walking down the road, and i took it upon myself to escort him to wherever he was going. i warned him of the dnagers of the upcoming block, and he seemed cool with me walking him the nezt several blocks to his subway stop.

a nice easy ride back to my neighborhood, i ran into a buddy at The COCK. more great music, i bought us a round, he remarked on the music and wanting to hear some disco. he also said something about how we should be shirtless, Gay Pride month and all, and again referred to disco as "our people's folk music." When Ms. Summer came on, I immediatley pulled my shirt off with a grin, and he quickly followed. within minutes several other men followed pulling they're shirts up and off. A few guys had yanked on my beard, others grabbed at Pete's body and crotch. it was one of those this is why i live here, in this overcrowded, too-expensive, city-that-used-to-be, moments, ya know?

........now, at 5am, , all ican can add is FUCK SPELLCHECK, i am heading into the matttress, you wanna join me? fuckin' take your shirt off

that dark corner again. he grabs my crotch, i stop, then maneuver behind him. we talk at each other briefly, nothing important or interesting, as he unzips, reaches in, grabs and pulls. another hand is on my thighs, then the back of the 'strap. some kissing, enuf to help me begin to get hard, which is good at this hour and after 3 beers. last call is yelled, and my buddy stops, saying something like: "you know what that means" and walks away. then a tall man is standing besides me, says "nice jockstrap". i am about to say thanks , or something like that, and he adds: "wanna leave?" when i tell him i can't even see him (we're still in the dark corner) he moves closer into the dim red light, "can you see me now?"

He's tall, younger, but not too young, and i reach into his shirt. Fuzzy. Very fuzzy. Sure, let's go. Unlocking the bike, he goes back inside, then out before i give up on him. We walk three blocks, i mention he looks even better in the light. Then we do the "where do you live?" bit. i like to think he's a west village snob as he says he's gonna go wait for that bus on 9th st. but i know it's that i don't look so good in the light to him.

Nomi Song

DVD release today, think I'll order from Amazon, find something else to buy and save on shipping and TAX. Here's something from Nomi's first album, KLAUS NOMI, Nomi Chant / Samson And Delilah (Aria) (courtesy of my good pal, Jeff co-host of the last Saturday of the month DOUBLE HEADED DISCO party at Nowhere.) While looking for some cool pics of Mr. Nomi, I found this great set of stills - including a great one of Man Parrish.

traduisez svp

To: fuzzzy@*****.com
Sent: Monday, June 13, 2005 1:52 PM
Subject: Saw you on Bigmusclebears.com

Splendid(e), mais on reste sur sa faim (hangry)! On voudrait bien en voir plus, et beaucoup plus (more, more and more).
Bien à toi (friendly),
G.M.

I realize I could try to do it myself, but when i typed in "please translate" into BABELFISH, they gave me the "traduisez svp", which, if i remember my high school French at all, "svp" isn't a word, but an abbreviation for "s'il vous plait", n'est-ce pas? But in the unlikely scenario that this is the man of my dreams, I don't want the language barrier to be a barrier to my future happiness, full of hot sex, late morning snugglings, and, well, more hot sex.

Sylvester's version of Living For The City ---- give it a few minutes, I think about 2, 2-1/2 minutes in it gets good, real good. Would love to have the 12 inch (how often do I think that?)

Remember HOT RS (House Of The Rising Sun) from the 70s?

Me neither. But the other day when I posted here about DUNE BUDDIES, our crack team of DISCO FANS got right on it when I asked if anyone could identify the music. The same guy who came thru a few months back (Action '78 Part 2 (Remix) by the Erotic Drum Band) on the dance-floor number in William Higgin's Boys of Venice that was driving me crazy, dj-johnny-nyc, did it again and emailed me with the correct song and group. . I've spent the past several days trying to find an mp3 of it, to no avail. But I did find tidbits of additional info - "HOT RS was the name of a faceless (South African) disco-rock studio band and also the name of their first album released in 1977. That album featured a 14 minutes plus disco-rock reworking of the classic House of The Rising Sun, made famous by the Animals in 1964. Their second album 'Forbidden Fruit' had as it's centrepiece a cover of Iron Butterfly's 1968 classic 'In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida' cleverly combined with Frankie Vaughan's 1957 hit 'Garden Of Eden'."

There's this 30 second intro on a Russian website, which confirmed for me he was right, and you can listen to a not-so-good 2003 remix, from the HOT R.S. II album. But at this point, after downloading too many variations of House of the Rising Sun (Sinead O'Connor still has the best cover of it, IMHO) and listening to too much disco, I kinda dig this one, Frijid Pink's 1970 version of HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN.

OLD COCK

preserving our Gay History, one misdemeanor at a time

I slid my hand in, moving up slowly, loosening as my hand moved around, feeling around. Pop, pop, as I could feel the sheet getting loose from the staples, and as I reached up higher, someone reached into my pants, higher and higher until he found my jockstrap. Grabbing firmly, he continued his mission as I did mine. I inadvertently let one, then a second, of those round Cock/O.J. pictures loosen and fall behind the banguette, moving higher and over further until.... GASP! Somehow, despite all the beer in me, the man managed to squeeze out a hard-on, and just as I popped the last staple free, and the poster fell gently into my arms. Still standing, still being fondled, I took my time folding it carefully, then jumped onto the floor. Sitting next to my new friend (actually, as it turns out, our body parts had intermingled a few times before), he laughed slightly as he acknowledged my prize. Then he plopped his face in my lap, and as I noticed we were being watched by several nearby men, I felt compelled to be a bit more openly enthusiastic, pumping harder, and pushing both my arms firmly down on his head. Another guy moved closer, reached into my companion's pants, and found something hard to grab onto for the ride. Inhaling second-hand smoke, the music thumping, and my hips pushing up, it wasn't too long before my buddy sat back up, his cock falling from the other guy's hand. So, well, (duh) I had to have some.... It wasn't 90 seconds before he gasped something about him being about to do something, I lifted myself up off of him, but grabbed him with my left hand, his breathing stopped for two seconds, then faster as the gut on the other side of him schlomped down on him as he let out a low moan.

Where did i leave my beer? Ah, those cargo shorts are good for something.... Glad I was wise enough to shove it in the pocket that wasn't holding what's left of that joint (thanks, Scott, still smoking it a week later). I have no idea how much longer I stayed, the music was good and loud, the place was still fairly full, but my thoughts were turning to "what's in the fridge" so I stumbled out, unlocked the bike, you know the rest.

An article in Gay City News, More Stringent Sex Club Inspections a week or two ago made me laugh "Some of the 165 businesses were inspected once, others got dozens of inspections and one received nearly 200 visits. Five gay bars - the Eagle, the Slide, the Cock, Urge and Boysroom - have been inspected 402 times since 2002 with the most recent visits coming in March and April of this year. Boysroom, on Avenue A, has been inspected 18 times with 31 violations found while the Cock, also on Avenue A, has been inspected 185 times with violations observed eight times." Clearly, Boysroom is doing something wrong, while The Cock must "know somebody" - ahem!.....so it's the last few weeks at the OLD COCK. Fairly doubtful that the new location will be as fun, but I'll try to keep an open......

so busy....

...being lazy. You can't imagine the amount of stuff I haven't done in the past coupla days. And horny as all f*ck, too!

disco help

DUNE BUDDIES

director: Jack Deveau (1978)

Starring: Malo, Larry Paige, Hugh Allen, Garry Hunt, David (Paolo) Gorsky, Matt Harper (aka Will Seagers), Myles Longue (aka Ed Wiley) and Pepe Brazil. Written by Moose 100; edited by Robert Alvarez.

A New York City teacher (Malo) needs to get away from the constant cruising and pick-ups of Manhattan by taking a month at the beach - Fire Island! In this particular scene, he's hurt his ankle while (drunkenly) stumbling through the dunes in Fire Island (after leaving a small orgy), finds a tent where Myles Longue is whacking off, and so of course they must get it on (and somehow he tops Myles despite his injury). BUT, who can identify the music? I know that Deveau/Hand In Hand sometimes used original music, but there are no music credits listed, so my guess is that this must be a commercially made tune. Any ideas?

where the F*CK is my editor?

I don't mind being corrected for stuff i get wrong - it happens all the time, of course. But the latest correction had me puzzled as I was told I got the lyrics for NATIVE NEW YORKER wrong. Going back to the post, reading re-reading the title tags several times (who the hell reads those, anyway) and comparing it to the angry emailer's email, I was certain I wasn't wrong. Then I kept reading, and saw my mistake was later - I got the name of Dennis Parker's song wrong - I mean, of course it wasn't the same, Native New Yorker - I got the actual correct song uploaded, New York By Night, but my lazy ass forgot to chance the name when I copied and pasted the HTML code.

Speaking of DISCO, I can't wait 'til SPERM's Grand Re-Opening Party at it's new location tonight. I think I mentioned the other day that MAN PARRISH won't be moving with the COCK to their new location' but is moving his SPERM PARTY to Club Opaline; 2 DJ's (I spotted the other DJ, Nikko, taking a cig break while setting up this afternoon) on 2 dance floors, a "dark lounge" and hehe, sorry, it's in the email, but it has me laughing as I type - CLEAN BATHROOMS - yeah, right! If ya gotta put that in the emails, you're just asking for us to dirty it up!

rumours

NO NO NO!
I was not at the urinals getting my cocksucked last night. It was the guy next to me - older than me, his beard was entirely white, his beer belly was much bigger than mine, and his cock was much thicker, and saltier, than mine. I just don't know how these rumours get started!

yes, more disco

Actually, this is a delay tactic - after yesterday's post, I got a bunch of emails about disco, one correcting my attribution of Is It All Over My Face to Larry Levan (he remixed it). But also, a pal of mine wanted to know the music played during the scene in Jack Deveau's Dune Buddies where Malo has sex with some guy in a tent in the dunes of Fire Island. Of course, I knew WHO he had sex with (Myles Longue - DUH!) but didn't remember the music, nor could I figure it out once I popped the tape into the machine and FF'd to the scene. Sometimes Deveau used original music, but since there is no music credited, I have to believe it was a commercially released song. So I hope to upload a part of the scene so you disco experts out there can help me.

Meanwhile, here's something that Kid Creole (coco)nut August Darnell co-wrote and produced for Machine - There But For The Grace Of God Go I. OMG!! - when did they change: (Baby, she turns out to be a natural freak), Popping pills and smoking weed to (Baby, she turns out to be a natural freak) Gaining weight and loosing sleep????

If you prefer strings and horns in your disco - how 'bout Odyssey's Native New Yorker; of course, i like mine a tad sleazier, and so one I've posted several times in the past, but i never get tired of, Dennis Parker's (who you may remember from such porno films as: Exploring Young Girls and Boynapped!, and his soap opera, The Edge of Night - as Det. Derek Mallory ) (correction: Native New Yorker - duh; this must be the 15th time I lost my GAY CARD this week!)New York By Night. The song shows up in Francis Ellie's Boots and Saddles, which was shot ON LOCATION at the (in)famous Christopher Stret bar. The lyrics are both awful and fantabulous:

At 53rd and 3rd, a dollar is the word
turn that trick, you better hurry kid

This is New York By Night, This is New York By Night
filled with glamour, drama, laughter and spice.....

and spice???

it's "our people's" folk music

I think i was gonna mention something about The Cock again, but got distracted sending a list of disco music to a goodlooking DJ guy i've been harassing messaging on BMB. It's funny, cuz so much of the "classics" were things I never enjoyed at the time they came out (remember - I was a teenager in Chicago in the 70's, the home of the DISCO SUCKS 'movement') but my, um, 'fondness' for good old porn stored some of this stuff in the back of my head, so now old disco conjures up youthful days - er, nights - in porno theatres way back when.

A couple weeks back, late late at night, at you-know-where, trying to get the last few hits out of some donated joint, we were yapping about the music, and one of my bar buddies put it well - it's "our people's" folk music. Which I guess concisely expalins why every June I get all goofy and pull the stuff out and annoy the neighbors with the thumping blasting from my little computer speakers. Here's a coupla faves:

• Rosebud's Have a Cigar (yes, a disco cover of Pink Floyd)
• Larry Levan's Loose Joints (uh-huh, it IS all over my face)
  [correction: Larry Levan's remix of Loose Joint's Is It All Over My Face (Arthur Russell) - i guess it really is all over my face...]
• Munich Machine's Whiter Shade of Pale (I know, I know, I post this song every couple of months, but it's played prominently in William Higgins's classic The Boys Of Venice (which I also talk about every few months....)

Social Dexterity

So nice to see when a buddy gets well-deserved recognition for his writing.

Happy Gay Pride Month!

gosh, posting before noon? I must've had a good night - but more about that later. Many of you locals have heard the rumors (true) that the Cock is closing, er, moving. Some time this or next month, they close down their 12th St. location, and The Cock moves into The Hole. And there's been all sorts of rumors about when that will take place - but me and a friend went by Sunday night, and saw Man Parrish - the sunday night DJ - outside, handing out cards for his party, SPERM SUNDAYS, which apparently WON'T be moving with the Cock, but is setting up at a new place down the road on Avenue A (dangerously close to where I work!) Got a chance to chat with him, and things weren't working out with the owner and him, hence the break. Will be interesting to see how that works out, but I've got my 1/2 price flyer and will be sure to check it out this Sunday the 5th - if for no other reason than to try to get more dirt from Mr Parrish about what's going on with The Cock!