buttcrack alert

how the hell do i use this camera?

form fitting top

isn't there a rule about horizontal stripes?

without the boy label, I wouldn't have known what kind of jockstrap that is

going for the record

4 weeks ago this afternoon, I had sex. Last time I had sex, in fact. Was pretty good, from what I can remember. But it looks like I'm gonna break my record of 5 weeks, and that was from the mid 90's. I had a boyfriend then, so it was particularly pitiful, you know? But the best part, is that the 5 week drought wasn't broken by him. I had been riding around aimlessly on my bike that day, and as I was passing the Strand Bookstore, a particularly handsome man was staring in my direction. I slowed, but didn't stop, then circled the block and tried to re-locate him, ARRGGGGH! Nope, no where in sight.

Hours later, I was leaving my apartment to go to the Tunnel Bar on 7th st, and who should be walking right by? Yup, this cutie from earlier in the day, we smiled, he kept walking, and somehow I got up the nerve to say some corny line, and he stopped, we chatted, I invited him inside my apartment. We did the kissy thing first for awhile, and flies got unzipped and grope grope grope. Then he starts to pull my shirt off. Uh Oh. I just realized that I had just buzzed off my chesthair. Which, in 1994, wasn't an unusual thing, except that I had done only the left side of my torso. Rather than say anything, I let him pull my shirt off and I waited for his reaction. Saying nothing, he just started licking around my waist as he tried to undo my belt. Hmmm. He got to the goods, made all the appropriate yummy noises as he devoured my cock and balls. Then, looking up into my eyes, he quietly said "can you do that to me?" Gulp. Um, no problem. So as I tried to change places with him, he stopped me. "No, I mean, can you do the same thing to my balls, aren't your shaved?" Oh, that! Yes, they were, sorta, and I explained that i actually trimmed them, not actually shaved, and he pleaded with me to do his. As soon as the hum of the trimmer started, his cock got rock hard, and he grabbed it and started pumping away as I worked on his balls, his fuzzy hairs droppping to the floor of my kitchen. I finished up just as he started scrunching his face, and managed to postion myself so as to catch most of what he shot all over my chest (both the hairy, and the buzzed, sides).

Bigger Than Life

It's 1986, you're addicted to going to the local porno theatre. Your boyfriend is working late, but you'd be here anyway. You've been here a couple hours already, having arrived right after work. Upstairs in the main theatre, they're playing a Jack Wrangler film, one you've seen dozens of times over the past 2 weeks. Downstairs in the cellar where all the buddybooths are, they have a video projector, half a dozen seats, and the new Jeff Stryker is playing. The acting is laugh-out-loud bad, the music cheesey, but after awhile you realize your boner is rock hard. Ashamed at getting turned (but damn that cock is big!), you get up to walk around. Within minutes, some short guy with a big one is playing Jeff Stryker to your Jeff Quinn.

Bigger Than Life

It's 1986, you've been unemployed for 14 months, but you're feeling good about America again ("We kicked ass in Grenada a couple years back!"); your girlfriend doesn't know you like to suck cock ("what she doesn't know won't hurt her"); and you just got the new Jeff Stryker video in the mail - shipped discreetly, of course, in a plain brown packaging, to your P O Box - ("I hear he actually sings and plays guitar in this one!")

"If you don't vote, you can't complain"

About 7:15 last night, attempting to take a nap, that was blaring out of some soundtruck, telling people there was still time to vote, but "If you don't vote, you can't complain." Having voted several hours earlier, I opened the window and told them to SHUT THE FUCK UP. One of the many things I hate about election time is stupidity like that - insulting the intelligence of the very people you are hoping to convince to support you. And every election year, people come up with the ridiculous idea that your freedom of speech is somehow linked to your exercising your right to vote. Perhaps they mean something more like: "if you don't participate in the electoral process, (which will never get you what you want anyway), I am not interested in hearing your opinions." Fine. (But i must add - the fact that you did vote won't make me any more interested in your opinions.) But what I've said for many years, and I believe is fairly rational, is that voting does not make a difference; or rather, my single vote does not make a difference. The notion that my vote counts is just plain wrong; in the sense that whether I vote, or which way I vote will affect the outcome, there is not a single election that I have voted in, or was eligible to vote in, where that one single vote would have changed the outcome. And I think we all know that. ("oh, but if everyone thought that, where would we be?" - um, we would have thousands of empty political offices, and then maybe someone would take notice). I think that those folks who don't consciously grasp that will always be disappointed, and will employ soundtrucks to lambast their neighbors with silly notions of "you don't get to complain."

But even though I think voting is irrational, it is still something I usually do. But I think what matters is what happens before we vote; some kind of connection to our community that despite the "fact" that it doesn't matter, we still want to speak up, wait in line with our neighbors, get disgusted over the choices, and pull a few levers. For me, and I would argue for most people, it is an emotional response - which I don't think is a bad thing, actually. Most elections, my choice was dictated by fear and or anger. (1980, perhaps disgust, but I am not sure that's technically an emotion - Barry Commoner; 1984, fear led me to pull the lever for Mondale, crying in the voting booth; 1988 it was anger, and a write-in for myself; 1992, a vote I still regret, but consciously made at the time as a "I don't want to be the a-hole who keeps saying I DIDN'T VOTE FOR HIM, DON'T BLAME ME" - Clinton; 1996, I honestly can't remember, it certainly wasn't Clinton; 2000, Nader.) Recently I read some outrageous argument that younger voters are smarter than older voters, simply because they vote in lower percentages. The reasoning being that they have somehow "rightfully" concluded that the process doesn't yield what it often promises, and that it is a waste of time. I don't recall that same article mentioning that Blacks, the poor, immigrants, people who speak English as a second language, etc - that any of these folks are smarter than the rest of us. I ASS-ume that the writer of the article was one of these wise young persons. I think it would be more accurate to surmise that people who feel less connected to their communities, to the rest of their city, state, nation, don't vote. I think several people have advocated the mandatory "none of the above" punch in every election. I whole-heartedly agree with the idea, as I think there are plenty of us dissatisified with the choices we are given, and the whole "lesser of two evils" dilemna is just too distatsteful. (Funny, in American Government class in high school, I don't remember the chapter on how to choose the evil the best represents me.) A tallying of all of us who find the choices given to us by the two major parties to be unacceptable might just yield some useful information, and put to rest the notion that non-voters are apathetic (look it up - apathy is not caring, and believe me, the times I didn't vote I was very far away from not caring).

Here in NYC, I went to vote knowing full well there was nothing in my district or state that was of much interest (polls having told us who would win for governor, attorney general, etc) but it was fairly amusing to see that my Congressperson was running unapposed by the Republican party (well, not really amusing, just another example of how money matters more that principle, as they don't want to spend money on a sure-losing battle), and that each and every State judicial postion, the candidates listed in the Republican column were identical to the candidates listed in the Democratic column. (Um, which lever do I pull? If I pull Joe Schmoe's name under "democrat" will he go easier on the criminals, and if I pick Joe Schmoe's name under Republican, will he lock them up forever?) I left many spots empty, but certainly would've prefered a non-of-the-above choice when Republican Schmoe was running against Democrat Schmoe; but I picked 2 or 3 Greens, 1 or 2 Liberterians, and a handful of Workers Family Party candidates. Guess what? Not a single one of my choices was victorious - but at least I am entitled to complain now.

Please please make me turn off CNN! They are already declaring "SEVERAL RACES ARE TOO CLOSE TO CALL!"

geez! let a few people vote first, dammit.

gay sheep

can someone translate this email for me?

Subj: Question for seller -- Item #974946192
Date: 11/4/02 10:52:32 PM Eastern Standard Time
From: b*******@cs.com
To: bjland7820@aol.com

Is there a lot of fruit hauling capacity in the speedos?

I love the post office. At least, mine here on E 3rd st. (and I'm not even taking into consideration the cute queer clerk - I'm sure he's queer as I bumped into him at one of those late-night 10dollars-cumintomybooth places). Anyway, the clerks are always looking out for me, and even if I pop in to just check my mailbox, they've even been known to run out the door after me telling me there's a package, but the slip wasn't in the box yet. Something like that happened today, slip wasn't in box, but clerk on her way to lunch saw me in line, and went back to grab a box that had just come in. My Seattle pal had sent me a box of videos - 4 "Jaguar Classics" that she duped for me, plus 3 originals she got on eBay for me. During the period when I was banned from eBay (the longest 45 days of my life!), she did some bidding on my behalf, but I had to scold her when she went too high (she insisted she had to see Jack Wrangler in N Y Construction Company, so would've bought it even if I hadn't wanted it). Right now I have And ... God Created Men (Et... Dieu crea les Hommes is the original French title) playing, which I only have the vaguest recollections of. But I knew it was real hard to find, and was elated when she won the auction. After she got the tapes in and watched, she wrote ecstatically about one humourous scene, and I immediately knew which one she meant, having remembered the scene clearly enough, but not which film I had seen it in (we're talking 20 years ago). Sometime this week I must post the scene, so all I will say for now is that it's one of the earlier phone sex scenes I'd seen in a porn flick. OOH! Men's Room gloryhole scene - gotta run!

(more) DICKS I have known

I met this dick on AOL, too, of course. We were both using some sort of HOTjockstrap4U screenname, did the pic exchange thing, and he complimented me on my photo-taking abilities. I volunteered to take some of him, saying I need practice doing others (pic-taking, that is), and while it took a couple of weeks to set it up, it was worth it. Tight, smooth, muscular dancer's body, he looked much better in person. He had a jock he wanted to do his pics in, then I showed him my box of jocks, and I think I have an NYPD series of him somewhere on this harddrive. Anyway, he needed a bit of coaching (why do bottomguys always have to stick their asses out and up in the air like a cat in heat wearing high-heels? I mean, it's a big fleshy bulbous thing, we ain't gonna miss it!), but was he was fairly relaxed, followed orders (er, I mean directions) and soon enough we were going at it. Jokingly, I suggested videotaping, he seemed intrigued, and when I showed him I could set it up so that his face wasn't visable, he was very into it. Really into it. I had to keep holding back so he wouldn't cum too fast, and after a few short minutes, he came, I came, we collapsed in laughter, and the tape looks darn good, if I must say so myself (I must; the lighting was great daylight bouncing off the neighboring building, and even though the camera was stationary, I was "practiced" enough to know how to move around within the frame to keep it interesting). Anyway, a few weeks later, I emailed him that the video was pretty good, and I could put it on VHS. He was supposed to pick it up about a week later, with me adding the uncut EL PASO WRECKING (see post below), but he never showed. A week after that appointment, he instant messages me, non-chalant "how's it going" etc., and I asked about the previous Friday's plans. "OH! Gee, I didn't go into Manhattan that day." ME: - " um, you have my phone number and email address" HIM: oh, yeah.

Gosh, this was around 2-1/2 years ago. It was a Sunday afternoon in April, he wanted to fuck, but was tired of the chatrooms, lived real close. so he "settled" for oral. Another shorty with a biggee (seriously, this pic does not do him justice), he was very into the barking orders while you were already doing the thing he was ordering thing. While stuffing my face, he did the inevitable "Do you like that, boy? Tell me you like it, boy!" I rolled my eyes, thinking "Don't the yummy noises give you a clue? How 'bout the hard-on I'm sprouting way way down there, or ain't ya lookin'?" Shove shove, bark bark, splat splat; we finished, he left.

Urgent message from a pal:
"this sunday is the last cheez whiz. needless to say, I am going."

She's my sister. (slap) She's my daughter. (Another slap) My sister, my daughter. (two more slaps)

OK, Jocko, look closely at Sparky's BLOGTREE page.

good (porno) deed of the day

As you may have noticed, I spend a lot of time looking thru eBay auctions; sometimes for silly stuff like hot muscle jock worn auctions, but much more often through the adult listings for mags and videos. Sometimes I buy; often I just bookmark to see what the going rate is, or to gather information on some old favorites. Last week, I bookmarked an El Paso Wrecking Corp auction. This video is always up for sale on eBay, but this particular auction mentioned GAGETAPES, which is the VCA (parent of HIS Video) label that Joe Gage's videos were manufactured under in the early/mid 80's. The older GAGETAPE version of El Paso has the complete film, whereas the re-issues from the late 80's on, including the much-publicized DVD version, have about 15-20 minutes of footage missing. So, I wrote to the guy to see if indeed he had this older version. He wrote back that while he no longer has the box, he remembers it said GAGETAPE, but was falling apart so he through it away. Now, I happen to have 2 copies in box, plus one additional one with no box, so you can see I'm hoarding these. So, I wrote back, and filled him in that he ought to time the video, as well as check out my GAGETAPE page, as he may have something that is more valuable than he knows; I briefly (as brief as I can be on subjects I get all excited about) told him bits and pieces about why he should take the time to check it out. Within hours, he wrote me back, he has the original, older version, and ended the auction, deciding to keep it now that he knows it's near-impossible to get. He seemed pretty happy about it, so that was cool.

Ok, tiger, working a double today, so let me leave you with this butt-crack alert

GUYS JUST CAN'T STOP

Here's a quickie for my dial-up friends (30 seconds, 1mb, how can you not look??!). From director Robert Prion, who isn't really a fave of mine, but he does two things I like - he used to use all this dance-wave 80's music (Pet Shop Boys, Blondie, and some crappy stuff, too) illegally, ( I think he stopped sometime in the mid 90's) and he always has these quickie intros, some kind of quick sex, like 4 guys cumming on one guy, or a simple "facial" like this clip here, where the actor(s) would then say something that included the title of the movie. A bit controversial, as he seemed to be one of the last directors to finally use condoms in his videos, and very few of them had cum IN someone's mouth this late in the game (1988).

More promo for the Nov 5th releases from Bjork (and yup, this time the Japanese got the release first!) - a Bj?rk player!

the guys that
worked on our farm when i was real little

A good pal sent this to me last night, it's a photo from about 40 years ago of some men who worked on his family's farm. Did he stand a chance of not becoming a big ol' queerboy?

so, my 2 current HAIRY JOCK WORN swimsuits have no bids! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, my poor fragile ego! But, any of you who do the eBay thing know there is a ask seller a question feature, where you can click the icon, and thru eBay send an email. Here's what I got via one of the swimsuit auctions last night:

youre hot
i lve in nyc and love speedos
wanna have sex????

unfortunately, my suitor (get it? swimsuit, suitor...?) neglected to give any self-description. and no pic. Not even genitalia stats, geez!

While certain aspects of the Peaches Set It Off Video are dissappointing (like the fact that it's crappy streaming video that keeps stopping and starting, and the "muthafuckers" lyric is blurred/bleeped), about 2 minutes in, her pubic hair growing out of her pink undies is totally killer!