to view video clips on my page here, you need Windows Media Player, and this link should take you to a page that reads your operating system and browser, and tells you which download you need - but some MAC people still have problems (something needs to be tweeked, but I don't know what, sorry!)
Can you guess what this gentleman got for Chritmas?
director: Jim West ( 1985 )
The set-up for the film is the production of a TV commerical, or series of commericals, about a "hot stud" who does all sorts of butch things while eating his favorite breakfast cereal. After that I'm not too sure how each scene fits in. Like this one takes place at a trucker hotel. Paul Baressi is enjoying a dirty magazine when he hears noise in the next room, and discovers a little peep hole. He then proceeds to whack off while watching J. D. Slater get it on with mustached partner Judd. The sound quality isn't so good, but other than some music plus some decent grunts and groans, there's nothing much to listen to, just enjoy Slater pounding Judd, and Barresi in his tube socks.
Ok, we can all admit that most of the time that we go thru our lil lists of blogpages to read with our coffee, we just skim. And some of us with our own pages, knowing this, resort to linking to other bloggers, either in a good way, or in a tacky way, just to grab some attention. But just because I suspect skimming on the part of some readers, I'm not gonna resort to pointing out two men i love who both posted the same Jeff Stryker Poop You In The Popper post last week, or even give you a hint that both their names start with a "J" and end with an "O" - that would be sooooo tacky; as would pointing out how posting about Jeffy's foray into country music is just soooo 2002. You probably wouldn't be reading this if you hadn't tried, in vain, to click the above Paul Barresi pics hoping to get a video clip of one of our favorite st8 hairy daddy porn stars. But, seeing as I am still aching in the head while my tooth-hole heals, I still need some sort of readership attention, so here's the deal: I have a cool lil Paul Barresi jack-off clip (I think every scene of him in a gay porno film is a solo whack-off, with the except of his fucking that woman in L A Tool & Die, and his dildo-pounding of poor lil Chris Burn's butt in Men of the Midway) - but once again, I digress. Many of you know that I sell stuff on eBay, and while I am not asking you to actually buy something, today's "game" is if I get a mere 10 people to look at my auctions and email me a list of 3 items they saw for sale, then I post the Paul Barresi clip that the above stills are taken from. It's actually a kind a cool scene, as he is a trucker in a trucker hotel, alone, but hears the men in the next room making some noise, and he finds a peephole, and whacks it while watching the pair ( J D Slater, no slouch himself in the hairy dad and another gentleman) go at it in the next room. Of course, the scene itself is 20+ minutes, so I had to pick a 4-minute portion of it.
Got it? Check out my auctions on eBay, then e-mail me with 3 items I have up for sale, and if only10 of you nice folks do that, we all get to see a nice hairy man grab his stuff and stroke til he shoots - isn't that reasonable?
I got this cool email yesterday (or monday?) from someone who apparently moved to NYC about the same time as me, and remembers some of the same cool stuff about the neighborhood in the 80's. My tooth was yanked early yesterday, I'm real hazy, and the pain and fuzziness of the pain-killer alternate. But that line from Hapi Phace made me laugh so hard when the guy recalled it in his email, I had to share it. But it was really the way she said it - "Whispers" - so silly, so fun....
Meanwhile, this tooth-thang has slowed my pace of auctioning, but somehow, the drugs were strong enough to make me ignore the pain, but not too strong to prevent me from snapping a few pics of a Men On The Net.Com t-shirt I had acquired at this porno convention of sorts.
Speaking of nude pictures, how can someone say in their CRUISETOOL profile that he's into RAUNCH, then list under Turn-offs - "bad hygiene" - I mean, what the hell is raunch if not bad hygiene - or am I showing my naivete' again? Maybe it's a problem with these pre-formatted checklists, like muscles/muscle worship is one choice. Muscles are nice and all, but I gotta meet you before I know if I'm gonna worship you, and it usually has little to do with your muscles (ok, maybe with the muscle....) but you know what I mean.
tacky, tacky, tacky - posting two pics in the same outfit in the same week! But I just posted this Italian designer swimsuit on my favorite auction site, and earlier today got a compliment about my armpits (I had sent the gentleman a self-pic, and he emailed back something to the effect "if you blow that picture up 400%, your armpit appears lifesize on the computer monitor" - I think that's a compliment - he wasn't speaking hypothetically, was he?) Anyway, I'm trying to be careful, and not post pics on my favorite auction site that show how excited I get when I wear these swimming trunks that were so generously donated some months back - I mean, believe me, if I didn't get excited, you'd see this air-bulge, as the previous owner left perma-bulges in all the gear he sent, so I'm just trying to show the suits off to thier best advantage (and to get the most $$$$$, right?) But. alas, I haven't sold one yet for even 10 bucks, so I guess tha makes me a cheap eBay-Ho, doesn't it? (Did I mention the original pic is 762kb's? - huge - but not quite lifesize - that would be really tacky, no?)
director: Tom DeSimone - (1975)
Documentary narrated by Fred Halsted (who's sometimes "off" reading skills are offset by his looks - great freakish long hair and big sideburns offset by a well-muscled bod), includes clips from early posing muscle-boys films, through the first commerical films featuring male nudity in the 60's to the hard-core films of the early/mid 70's. This clip shows a few moments of Apollo model Ed Fury, then a more loving look at AMG (Athletic Model Guild) model Monte Hansen. There's a lot more great stuff from this film, which I was lucky to be loaned a fuller version of recently (90 minutes, as opposed to my own 54-minute version - probably due to concerns over the use of popular music in some of the early 70's flicks like Confessions of a Male Groupie), but I think this gives a good perspective of where things were by the late 60's, and I'll have more, of course, coming soon!
I'm working on getting a clip for Friday from Tom DeSimone's Erotikus - A History of the Gay Movie, a fantastic documentary from 1975. But I need a little encouragment. Actually, there are several bits I hope to post over the next couple of weeks, but this one has some 60's stuff that's fun.
I'm having a helluva time finding appropriate linkage for this major event - the Return of TABBOO! to the stage! I suppose I could just run upstairs and bang on his door and ask for some info on what he plans to do (a neighbor of mine, he was the first to say, as he descended the stairs some 9 years ago as I was moving in, "WELCOME!"), but I'd rather be surprised. I have a feeling it'll be a big event, as some of the old Pyramid crowd (I'm talking 80's crowd, not "1984" crowd) will no doubt show up at Star Tartare this Sunday night. WOO-HOO! (Anyone else remember Sunday Night's Whispers hosted by Hapi Phace?)
Well, this pic is kinda cool.
eBay's getting all weird on me again - cancelled my black swimsuit auction - and as usual, the reason was as vague as can be. So, I emailed, and patiently waited for a response -
"Wording unrelated to the actual swimsuit itself is extraneous and will cause an auction to be ended. In other words, the previous owner of the swimsuit is completely irrelevant and has nothing to do with the suit itself. (note: I mentioned that the previous owner had removed the lining) Furthermore, although your auction was not ended this time for this reason, you will really want to be careful in future listings with regards to the images used." - Like, um, be careful about what? .... oh, showing a woody thru thin nylon material? Why couldn't she just say that, ferchrissakes?!
In other news - well, not news, but it's my bi-monthly apology for being behind in responding to emails. I suddenly remembered that someone asked me something, and he needed to know by the 17th, so his email is somewhere buried before the 17th; I'll dig it and others out tonight while watching TV and cruising online for sex - oh, and to "Jaime" who keeps writing asking how to get into transgender films - sorry, I haven't been in a transgender film since the 70's, all of my connections have died, or retired, sorry I can't help ya.
