JUICE

JUICE, it's a wild sensation; JUICE, it's an inspiration"

director: Arthur Bressan, Jr. (1984)

Starring: Michael Christopher, Butch LaCross, Vincent Thomas, Robert Vega, Emilio Leone, Eric Ryan, Francesco Lorca, Jeff Stone, Jeremy Scott

"Juice is a photo porn mag run by demanding sexpot Eric Ryan, who interrupts photographer Michael Christopher with a sexbuddy to give a seemingly impossible deadline: new photos by Monday."

I think Michael Christopher is excellent here, as he was in another Arthur Bressan Jr film, Pleasure Beach - and not just because he has that huge thick piece of meat, and fantastic cum loads, but he's also a sensitive actor, who can really feel the anguish and pain his characters....... heheHE!! Like that film, this one also has a theme song - and here's another attempt at a contest - be the first to submit the full lyrics to the tune heard in the trailer, and I might let you pic out a DVD-R copy from my list of videos.

Michael Christopher

Ahhhh, Michael Christopher! You may remember him from such films as Best Little Warehouse in L.A, JUICE, Fade In, Fade Out, GAYRACULA, Skin Deep, Trick Time, DOING IT, A Few Good Men and NOVA's How I Got the Story (among many others). I'd have to say my favorite performance of his was in Arthur Bressan, Jr.'s Pleasure Beach . He played the role of a gay lifeguard who works with straight lifeguard Johnny Dawes, who is annoyed and yet, ahem, rather curious, about Mr. Christopher's sexual escapades. By the film's end, they are in love, of course. Corny, but it works. (And don't forget the fantastic scene with sexy BEAU MATTHEWS - yum!) The pair also worked together in Lancer Brooks's (AKA Tom DeSimone) Skin Deep, where Dawes is a dirty book writer, and Christopher plays the hustler with a heart of gold that moves in with him. Oh, another good one to check out is Trick Time - not so much for the sex, but there's an actual interview with him (as well as Johnny Dawes) by Joey Yale and Fred Halsted - revealing Christopher to be quite a sweetheart!

The pic above is from a magazine I'm selling - Those Hot Guys Next Door - one of those magazines using photos of NOVA FILMS stars. This one has a great 12-page photospread of him, including a 2-page color centerfold. Click the pic to go to the auction page.

you show me yours, I'll show you mine

I realize I should be talking about the boy who left here an hour or two ago, pulling on his clothes and fleeing as I am waking up, but, um, well, OK, maybe I will, just briefly. He used the old "damn! the L train isn't running, and it's 4 am, what am I to do" trick to get me to offer 1/2 of my bed. Halfway home, we decided it would be faster if I rode him (on the bike, that is) and he seemed to enjoy that. Sitting on a handsome boy's lap as I am pumping the pedals was good for me, too. We were supposed to "just sleep" and if you know me, and know how I am after 5(ish) beers, it really is all I am capable of. But, somehow the topic of cockrings came up, and I pulled out a box of 'em, and he was trying them on and next thing I know he's showing off this real pretty cock; i mean real fuckin' pretty. Next thing I know, it's morning, there's a naked guy lying next to me in bed, and I go to make coffee. I fall asleep, and an hour later, there's a man (same man, I think) dressing beside my bed. Now, I gotta tell ya, we met because of this website - I mean, we were both out at the same bar a week or two ago, and he recognized my pic, and said hi, and he's really cute and sweet and all that, and then I saw him out last night. Anyway, as he's dressing, I'm offering coffee, orange juice, etc, he laughs but says no thanks, and then I realize - shit, he reads this thing, and he knows i just LOVE taking pics of men in my bed, so i laugh to myself, and stop offering stuff, and let him flee.

He'll be back. No no, that's not like "he'll come back for more" but more that he's got some stuff (made-for-TV-movies, music, etc.) I want to see, and I know he was interested in some of the porno I have, so, ya know, he'll be back. And I might even go to Brooklyn if I'm invited, who knows?

Meanwhile, for those of you who like jockstraps and stuff, this hard to find vintage mesh TRU-FIT jockstrap is already fetching a good price, with 24 hours left to the auction, but check out the pics - and his other auctions like the Boner in Bike Shorts (songs like a Police tune)

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man-ass

.....the things you find while looking for MAN-ASS...

Hairy Man's Ass
- 1 oz Vodka
- 3/4 oz Bailey's Irish Cream
- 3/4 oz Lime Juice
- 1 glass Club Soda

hungover.

5 pints of beer is a lot for 140-lb me. 3 aspirin, one orange juice, and on my second cup of coffee, the temptation to crawl back into bed is great. but I had fun; music was sometimes awful, but mostly decent, and sometimes amazing - and it was good to see a crowd of scruffy friendly guys. I've always enjoyed weeknight going out, so I must do it again soon.

Hmmmm. still not feeling great, but I think I'm feeling better. 3 days with no coffee, and barely any solid food (I got adventurous last night with saltines and apple juice, but the 3 am cranberry juice was probably a mistake). Thanks to the well-wishes of readers! (I've been awful about answering emails for a week now, I'll get to them someday, I promise.) I would love to stay home from work today, but can't. Besides, today is my weekly "lust after Eyebrow Man day", so it wouldn't be wise, emotionally, to go without seeing him, as disappointing as the outcome always is. I never bothered to write about last week's chats with him (2 on Sunday, 1 on Tuesday when I just happened to be walking by the restaurant), perhaps I needed to mull it over a bit, and perhaps I needed to keep it to myself and a couple close friends as I struggle with the "is slowly becoming just friends good enough? question. So, i hope i can simply enjoy a bit of attention from a nice man, and accept it for that today (if it happens, I shouldn't ASS-ume!). My stomach is really gurgling and growling right now, gotta run!

and I thought I was jaded...

more AOL profiles -

Member Name: Sick of Bullshit, if you're not serious move on loser!
Location: NYC - MUST TRAVEL- pics for trade.
Sex: Male
Marital Status: VERY MASC, single-bim-early 30's
Hobbies: looking to give porno-style oral service to the right candidates. I know a lot of
Computers: tricks and love to use my tongue on a set of ba**s. Any age fine, but love to
Occupation: service men over 40, low hangers and extra hung. No recip nec, but always
Personal Quote: I'm tired of all of these fags looking for the perfect gym boy. I'm a real man, I work out, I also party my ass off, I f**k pu**y and I suck c**k. I am just not so insecure that I feel I need to shoot my body full of juice, because I'm not happy with me.

old not-so-horny fag

sure, I went out, had 2 beers in the space of 90 minutes, 2 bars, and even took my glasses off for awhile in the hopes that if I just lowered my standards...........

but, at least for the time being, I need to accept that I really don't enjoy the whole drunkard-groping-your-beer-bottle-thinking-its-your-cock thing. The one guy I attempted something with was barely paying attention, his head turning back and forth so much, looking around the room. I did my old random number thing - I counted down, and if he didn't pay adequate attention to me, I was outta there (not that he noticed me walking away). Too drunk, too drugged-up, what did I expect? And worse, the music totally sucked! "Everybody Dance Now"? Good lord! So, I tried The Phoenix, but no one goes there on Sundays, faking interest in the jukebox while my cranberry juice was gone in two swigs. Back to The Cock, the music getting worse, the boys looking uglier, and acting stupider, and the pints of Haagen Das in my freezer beckoning me......I was home by 2.

Seriously, I am completely in envy of this - sitting around in boxers and t-shirt having breakfast with the in-laws - oh yeah! Crap, ever need a stand-in? I'm really a lovely young, er, lovely man when it comes to relatives.....

back to sex..... I know on the one had I shouldn't have any expectations of anonymous sex, or meeting guys in bars, but there is a difference between Jeff Stryker sex, and Al Parker sex - affection. You can, and I have had, sex where you are actually looking at your partner, using your hands and lips in all the right places; you know pushing your face into his neck, gently kissing that spot just above the waist on the side, whispering barely audible oohs and ahhhs, massaging his calves while you flick your tongue on his balls.....

miscellaneous stuff

My GOD Michael Christopher has a huge piece of meat! - No, that's not him over there, but I've been getting a lot of requests for info on director Arthur J. Bressan, Jr., and I'm watching one of his last films, Juice, which stars Mr Christopher (who you may remember from such films as The Best Little Warehouse in L.A., Gayracula, Pleasure Beach (a personal fave) and A Few Good Men),as a porn mag photographer who's boss Eric Ryan doesn't like his "arty" pics, so he's on a deadline to get more pics. Bressan also did a lot of work for P.B.S. apparently, and most notably did a few "legit" movies like Abuse which I haven't yet seen, but hope to rent this week. And lots of people want info on another of his porn films from 1984, Daddy Dearest, which was Richard Locke's last film, and also stars a young Dean Johnson, who apparently is hosting a new nite at a new(ish) bar, "The Hole", this Thursday called "Triple XXX"

Meanwhile, I'm posting this pic over here (or there, can't remember if i did align=left or right)as a sort of contest - I'm trying to figure out all those theatre posters in the background, and as an incentive to helping me out, if you Email Me the most correct answers, I'll send you a cockring - pictured over there somewhere, it's a simple, yet elegant, black leather snap-on cockring.

Today's election has made the friggin' phone ring off the hook for several days now, mostly from mayoral hopeful Mike Bloomberg - "Hi, I'm Mike Bloomberg, I'm not a politician, therefore, I am most qualified for a political job like mayor of the Center of the Universe, so please vote for me, or I take all those jobs i've created out of this fucking city!" Then there's former mayor Koch: "Hi, I'm former Mayor Koch, I've already endorsed 2 other losers in this election, so what the hell, I'll endorse Mike Bloomberg now."

as we used to say in Chicago, "vote early, and vote often"

In a world of men and boys
There is only one...
Daddy Dearest

yup, just got in this video I've been anxiously awaiting - plus, another by Bressan: Juice (about a photographer who's nude pics are too "arty" for his publisher, and he must get some new HOT ones before the deadline!)

this morning's stalker message: "Morning, Sunshine!" - creepy, eh?

Bjork's Hidden Place videoclip - (scroll down the link's page and click "here"

just got a classic, psychedelic 1972 porn vid Falconhead that I hope to watch later.
Also waiting for 2 more classics from my wish list Daddy Dearest and Juice, both from director Arthur J. Bressan - buying them from a nice guy on eBay.

all this useless beauty

ever feel like you're in a Lifetime made-for-tv movie? and you don't notice any of the cute boys walking past you or hanging in the dog run? And women are yelling at children in strollers? And the sun is too hot, and making you sweat in a non-sexy way? And phew, who let that dog crap right there in the sun and didn't clean up after?.........and then, you finish the last 2 paragraphs of that book you've been re-reading, and you smile as you have some cantelope that you've been soaking in fresh lime juice for 2 days. And the sun shifts away from your face, along with a cool breeze. And you open that package from the post office, and its got silly German brightly colored scrubbrushes and you smile broader, and the woman with the kid sees you seeing her, and picks up the child and gives him a big hug, and you find a super-cool tshirt in the box, and then a boy on a bike grins as he slowly rides by and seems to be looking at your bare chest. and you remember that Bjork remixed song that went through your head when you were alone on a hill looking at the Arctic Ocean.

I like this ride, Almost Blue to Get Happy!!in less than 60 seconds....

ugh

havent had one of THOSE in a while.......
no, I mean a hangover. funny, i slept late, woke up after 11am with my head much heavier than it has been in a long time. And those screaming kids in the playground next door? Why am i not holding my head in agony, rather than have this slight smirk on my face? the coffee this morning is no different than any other day, i didn't get "any" last night.... maybe those 2 or 3 beers are still floating around my insides somewhere, sending happy thoughts up to my brain... don't matter - it's never smart to try too hard to figure out why one wakes up on the right side of the bed.

last night, lets see, the COCK is open again, and charging 3 dollars on a Monday night, the d.j. was in an anything-by-anyone-ever-associated-with-prince mood, I discussed that the song playing was by The Family, not technically Prince (although if you look at the E.P. cover, you're unlikely to see anyone who's currently making a living making music)... and remembered that the guy with the badly dyed hair had a nice cock some years ago (well, no reason to think he still doesn't, but I didn't find out) soon, find myself across the street, where 2 bartenders, and 3 others who work for this bar, were outnumbering the customers, but I sat my ass down and had a supersize cranberry juice, read my horoscope about how i'm gonna be doing it with a Scorpio soon (of course, his horoscope said he'd be doing it with a Taurus, and the taurus would be doing it with a Libra, who'd be...... well, either this is some sort of daisy chain, or just horoscopes without an editor, i'm not really sure). oh yeah, BLOGS are supposed to have links to every 4th word, but i'm too lazy for that... and, funny coincidence: just about the time i'm about to pick up Love Undetectable to re-read the great chapter on friendship (yes, i've been worrying much much too much about the lack of a bf, and not enough about the amazing pals i have), i find that Andrew Sullivan is the enemy (again). oh well, maybe that will make the reading that much more enjoyable, knowing that I'm supposed to be disagreeing while my head is actually nodding "yes" in agreement....