Found this on Facebook. A reviewer whose site is temporarily down wrote this: Alex Pearson (Los Angeles, CA) wrote at 9:46pm yesterday:
I do have to say Thank You to Mark Kliem at Lavender Lounge Studios for sending the screener of "Vintage Bareback Hairy Muscle Daddy Collection" 2 disk set. This is the first screener we have received from this company or their distributor Castro Street Distribution. While I was working on one of the reviews republication I popped the first disk to play in the background to get a sense for it so that when we're up and running it'll make posting a review for it all that much easier and I have to admit, my initial reaction of reticence quickly passed to amazement at the enthusiasm and out right overt pleasure these classic actors and performers brought to the screen. Thank You Mark, I needed this, you've given me something to look forward to posting, which considering how much work it's going to take to get there is saying a lot. Please Bear with us during this reconstructive phase, I had hoped for a much shorter time frame than we're looking at now. But we're trying!
I recently received a copy of Men of Israel with a personal note from Michael Lucas, "I hope you enjoy watching this film as much as I did making it." To give this movie proper justice, I will defer to Lavender Lounge's most qualified reviewer, John F. Karr, to give his take on it. Karr is celebrating 30 years as a gay porn movie reviewer, so his word is important.
Holy Glans by Guest Reviewer John F. Karr
Here's a movie that gave me great pleasure, Michael Lucas' Men of Israel. Bill Higgins, Kris Bjorn, Collin O'Neal and others have been touring the world to bring us a male smorgasbord. But they've largely tasked themselves with delivering uncircumcised men. If you'd like to go a-traveling but wouldn't mind a lack of foreskin, go to Israel with Michael Lucas. It's one place where the cut is guaranteed.
Also guaranteed in this movie are the beauty of the country, the quality of its men, and the excellence and excitement of their sex. These mighty fine guys are delish, and Mr. Pam's evermore-refined videography captures their spark. Pam co-directed with Mr. Lucas, who does not perform in the movie.
In the first scene we meet Matan Shalev, who is drop-dead gorgeous like a runway model: high cheekbones atop sunken cheeks, thick black eyelashes, and dark-stubble beard. Plus a finely-honed body. His partner, Naor Tal, is the Israeli version of a twink: young, slender and hairless, but also tanned, with an outdoorsy healthiness. An expert cocksucker, the kid plies his art on Matan's cock, which is as pretty and solid as the rest of him. Matan delivers into the kid's tasty ass a muscular, strong fuck.
When you see it yourself, you'll realize why I'm absolutely stuck on the second scene. In an ancient edifice atop high hills outside Jerusalem, husky, hairy-chested Jonathan Agassi and ultimate humpy-boy Avi Dar find a niche in the thick wall of crumbling masonry. Brilliant sunlight streams through a window behind them, providing dramatic backlighting. Agassi is a handsome, heavy-lipped, incipient daddy who would be at home amongst Colt or Raging Stallion men. It's his partner who's my downfall. The most electric bottom, 24-year-old Avi Dar is short, stocky, and massively muscled. To discuss his cock, I have to deal in ethnic stereotypes, like Puerto Ricans are horse-hung, and Italians have salamis. Well, Dar's is the classic Jewish schwanze . Thick and meaty, creamily complected, and stand-up, steely hard. It's delightfully framed within the white, tan-free zone left by a skimpy Speedo.
Dar and Agassi start out making deep love, only to get trumped by lust. As their session grows in intensity, Dar turns into the proverbial snarling, raging, panting jungle beast. Sheesh, the beauty of a power bottom! His beautiful boulder ass, with hole dilated from the git-go, gets a surcharged fuck in every position. The sweaty boy's pummeling is incendiary, and his orgasm's a rocket to the moon – capped by his gulping the blast of cum Agassi shoots across his face and mouth. Throw in expert filming, and you have a decidedly classic scene.
The follow-up is pretty good, too. For a session of intergenerational love, we find young Naor Tal, basket bulging in white undies, on a balcony with a panoramic view of Tel Aviv. Muscle daddy Moor Foxx treats his boy well, for which he receives laudable head and bounteous butt access.
Scene four is good, though overshadowed by its surroundings. If its young men aren't as glamorous as those in the preceding scenes, they're rougher looking. I love the way Ninrod Gonen impales himself on Guy Ronen's cock and gets the cum fucked outa him. As reward, Ronen drops his load on and in Gonen's face and mouth.
It's a treat to see the movie's four best-looking men frolicking in the Dead Sea (a shot of boner-stretched Speedo is greatly appreciated). Then we're taken to a sun-drenched cliff high above the Sea, where two stars of earlier scenes are brought together. Personally, I would have liked an Avi Dar encore, but you can't argue with the striking looks and strong sexuality of Matan Shalev and Jonathan Agassi.
Shalev's tongue works wonders on Agassi's all-star asshole, and the hot fuck that follows turns into a flip when Shalev gives up his ass to Agassi. That's not all he gives up – for the movie's lip-smacking climax, Shalev loosens his load directly into Agassi's mouth.
Men of Israel, which plays in widescreen, thankfully doesn't dawdle on scenic tours. While I don't know what the pop music in Israel is, I'm pretty sure it's not the tabla-based, Middle Eastern belly-dance stuff of composer Keith Kurtis' soundtrack, nice as it is. And although the movie is a generous two hours long, the quality of its sex should have demanded more time.
A bonus disc supplies seven performer interviews, three solo JO scenes, and assorted featurettes. The "Really Hot Outtakes" really are hot, and a "making-of" documentary is imminently watchable. www.LucasEntertainment.com
Awesome! Watch the video. This is going to be a big hit at Burning Man. Not only is this art project something that could never be done anywhere else BUT Burning Man, the fact that there is abandoned warehouse space available right over in Oakland makes it doable with volunteer labor.
The RAYGUN GOTHIC ROCKETSHIP is an immersive rocket base environment consisting of a tall metal rocket connected via walkway to a taller gantry with a well-defined lighted perimeter. Participants can interactively explore the rocket's three interior chambers accessible through the bottom of the rocket and the top of the rocket via the gantry. Aesthetically the project will be done in a rococo retro-futurist vernacular between yesterday's tomorrow and the future that never was, a critical kitsch somewhere between The Moons of Mongo & Manga Nouveau.
Dimension * Highest Project Element, 40' tall * Gantry 40' tall, 8' x 8' wide * Rocket with tail fins 36' tall, 8' diameter * Rocket without tail fins 28' tall * Tail fins 16' tall, 3' wide at base flaring to 7' joined at fuselage * Steel base plates & steel I-beam outrigger system for subterranean in-playa tie in 3x 20' * Walkway between Gantry and Rocket 4' wide, 10' long, 36' tall w/ railings. Located 28' up from the ground. * Lenticular blast ring 32' diameter (3 textured wooden hemicircle berms) * Perimeters: interactive in ground LED lights 66' diameter (3,420 sq') * Smallest Raygun Gothic Rocket + Gantry footprint: 60' x 20' (1,200 sq') * Largest project footprint: 83' diameter circle (5,408 sq') * The Rocket element is designed to fit on the back of a truck without triggering oversize load requirements, thus saving time and money.
If I had a nickel for every time I said, "...only in San Francisco...", well, I'd make about as much money as I earn from this damn blog. Last night's Chaser was worth one of those nickels.
La Monistat is a local gay club promoter working her butt off to bring weird, retarded, sexy fun events to nightlife in San Francisco. Her Tuesday night club is Chaser at the End Up and this week she decided to hold a bear beauty pageant for the title of "Miss Grrrl". Grrrr! She recruited Sister Tuna Noodle Cocktail to help MC, hooked up with a group of DJ's called Electronic Music Bears and promoted the hell out if it on Facebook. I got swept up into the hype, and since the joint is only across the street, I decided to venture over.
I ran into Sister Constance at the front door looking bewildered. Security wouldn't let him in with a bottle of poppers and he didn't want to just dump it, so he didn't know what to do. I offered to go around the corner, stuff it in my boot and come back to be frisked. Worked like a charm, but really, who uses poppers anymore?
At first I was going to describe it as a drunken mess, but really, it was just a mess. Monistat opened the show in a bear suit, Tuna (upper left above) did a number with Jesus. They had to interrupt oral sex backstage in order to get the contestants to come out. Half the contestants didn't show up or sat in the audience, so they didn't know who was in and who was out. When Constance came out for the Beach Wear portion, he asked, "Is this the Evening Wear portion? Oh, it's Beach Wear? Okay", and proceeded to strip naked.
During the short break to "cover the stage in a tarp" for the Talent Portion, Constance pleaded with them to let him go first. For his "talent" he stuck a chocolate bar up a boy's butt and it was starting to melt. By the time he got to is act, it was already too late, the chocolate had disintegrated.
Danyol (left) was excited to make his first drag appearance onstage, but when it came time for his number the DJ yelled from the booth, "Your disc is blank!" He tried to sing something A Capella, but forgot the second verse.
Moving on, another contestant couldn't think of any talent, so he tried popping balloons and when that flopped, he just pulled out his dick. Thanks.
At one point, Tuna had the microphone in one hand, a clipboard and a drink in the other. When Monistat asked, "Who's up next?", Tuna tilted the clipboard to read it and spilled his entire cocktail. The crowd roared.
Visa Decline (below) was the surprise guest performer and did something (not sure what) with a unicorn on a stick. Mmmm. Unicorn on a stick sounds delicious right now...
A big ole girly bear with a 7 day beard (top right) saved the day by singing a well-rehearsed live version of "Sweet Transvestite". She rocked the house belting out that evergreen crowd pleaser. I forgot her name, but she won the coveted title "Miss Grrrl" and went home with a sash and Burger King crown.
THIS is why I spend ridiculous amounts of money to live here.
International Mr. Leather 31 was way back in May 2009, but I just found the video footage I shot of the contest. Ooops. I was primarily concentrating on shooting still photos that night so video was a second thought. It's hard to shoot both effectively, but I've gotten pretty good at multi-tasking.
As I said, I was concentrating on shooting still photos and ended up with 500 brilliant shots that are available now in the Lavender Lounge VIP Room. But since I had an excellent seat in second row center, I'm sure even my shitty little video had better close-ups of the leather contestants than most of the guys in the back rows. I was seated in the Press section, but I didn't see very many people around me shooting video, so this could be the most intimate footage of IML 2009 you're going to find.
There is also a short segment in the middle with disco diva Linda Clifford performing her 1970's hit "If They Could See Me Now" (a bit out of focus, but so was I...). She really whipped the crowd of leather men into a frenzy, seeing as most of the audience were from that era.
I admit the video is pretty amateurish, but if you are really interested seeing the contestants from the world's largest leather contest up close, sign up for the Lavender Lounge VIP Room to enjoy over 500 shots - all in focus, I promise.
True to it's slogan, "Lavender Lounge is porn different!", this site attempts to search out and present gay sex photos and videos that are edgy and out of the ordinary. That's why I like to support a small independent French website called "HomoPunk.com". The guys not only have a look that's different than you see on other porn sites, but more importantly, it's about the attitude.
Punk rock music is not about pretty boys making pretty music. In fact, many punk rock musicians suck at singing or playing guitar, but it's the spirit and charisma that makes it work. The same is true for Homo Punk. Today's featured models from Homo Punk (redhead Luc and skinny Jul with the bag on his head) probably wouldn't get cast in a Falcon movie or a Titan movie because they don't have the conventional porn star look. There's a good chance they'd get hired to be on a dozen other cookie cutter porn sites where they just stare blankly at the camera, jerk off quickly, get their check and call it a day. Boring!
What I like about Homo Punk is they are not afraid to take chances. The guys are probably all friends hanging out, drinking French wine, and decide to pull out the camera to goof around. They try all kinds of crazy positions and camera angles naked, then one thing leads to another and before you know it dicks get sucked and asses get fucked. It looks fun, loose and carefree.
To show just how "punk rock" this site is, here's the description of the scene: "Well, well... exactly 106 years ago, one of the most brilliant pychanalyst (sic), Bruno Bettleheim was born. He later killed himself with a plastic bag. To celebrate this man's genius, Luc and Jul pay tribute in this photo shoot filled with sex, dirty socks and plastic bags... Enjoy..."
That story has all the components necessary to satisfy a frustrated emo punk rock fag - mocking contemporary culture, filth, an obscure literary figure, and suicide. Now run along and steal your evil stepmother's credit card and buy a membership to my gay porn site to get even with her.
I put a sample gallery of Luc and Jul in the VIP Room at Lavender Lounge for my members to check out, but if you want to support HomoPunk.com, sign up for their website to the video and more of the redhead punk with the fat, uncut cock fooling around with The Unknown Homopunk.
Cocksure Men is a spin-off site of Jake Cruise, a little homegrown site that is becoming a bigger and bigger player in the adult industry. Jake Cruise started out as an older guy who decided to reduce his production costs by putting himself into scenes with a super hot guy and thereby cutting his budget in half. A risky venture, but it seems to have paid off.
It doesn't matter what we say about this scene, it will not do it justice. You've got two hot guys, and one them (AJ) is in a military uniform. They're both vocal, aggressive, and the chemistry is undeniable. They flip-flop fuck and suck each other's big, thick dicks until they both release their sticky loads onto AJ's ripped abs. Did I mention both the guys are hot? Just watch the scene. You'll thank us.
The LavenderLoungeMovies.com newsletter for August is featuring Muscle Worship movies. Hotcha! Right down my alley! Just click the links to watch for only a couple bucks a scene.
CUMA SUTRA Studio: Black Scorpion Director: Chris George Summary: Cuma Sutra serves up a sexual feast of heart-pounding meditation and desire, filmed entirely on location at a yoga retreat in the rolling hills of southern Washington.
PACK ATTACK 3: C.J. KNIGHT Studio: Hot House Director: Michael Clift Summary: Get ready for the wildest edition of Pack Attack ever! Pack Attack 3: C.J. Knight is an explosive barrage of nonstop, hard-hitting gangbang action!
ROCKS & HARD PLACES Studio: Kristen Bjorn Director: Kristen Bjorn Summary: When Jean and Rocko run out of gas on a mountain road the adventure begins! This movie has the hottest man-to-man sex ever filmed, and enough cumshots to float an oceanliner!
WANKING IN THE WOODS 2006 Studio: William Higgins Director: William Higgins Summary: Wank In The Woods 2006 features a naked football/soccer game with hot young Czech guys. Watch what happens when the games really kick off!
Zak & Dean & the Fuck Machine – Legendary Zak Spears is back on Massive and this time we fed him muscle cub Dean Tucker. And to make things hotter we gave them a fuck machine to play with. As you watch this scene you can tell how much these guys were into each other. There isn’t a dull moment in this video. Sit back and watch Dean take on that fuck machine. Zak turns ups the speed (and heat) as the machine rams the hell out of Dean’s hungry ass!
It's a short clip, which leaves you wanting more, particularly because the fucking machine is remote controlled. I want to see more about how it works! If you are already a member of Massive Studios, you can see the full video of this scene for free. If you're not a member, well, you know what to do - whip out that credit card!
Facebook has finally proven to be worthwhile. Yesterday afternoon my friend Mikey posted to Facebook that he was giving away two free tickets to the premier of "Inglourious Basterds" at the Castro. The clincher was that the director, Quentin Tarantino would be there, too. It was already after 4 and the screening was at 7, so I moved fast and nailed those tickets. So long, suckas!
As Tarantino described in the Q&A after the movie, he set out to create a WWII "genre picture" way back around 1998. His writing process begins with an idea, then starts building characters. He may or may not have an ending in mind, but the plot develops through the fleshing out and creating the characters. (Though I've never written a full-length script, that's probably how I would do it, too.) In the case of "Inglourious Basterds", he originally thought the movie would be historically correct, but as it turned out, the final script actually changes history.
Paraphrasing Tarantino, "Besides the sub-plot revolving around a Nazi propaganda movie-within-a-movie, the whole picture becomes my own propaganda movie because I end up re-writing history!"
I've seen enough Quentin Tarantino movies and heard him interviewed enough times to know he's basically a movie geek (or "cinephile" as he says) and makes movies HE would like to see. Graphic, gross out violence, dark humor, very complex character-driven plots and homages to other classic films are always incorporated. The audience at the Castro were true Tarantino fans with intelligent questions and a rather disturbing tendency to chuckle or even laugh at extreme violence. Tarantino knows his audience because he is one.
I won't go into the plot of "Inglourious Basterds" because it's very convoluted and complex, with plenty of surprising twists and turns that could be spoilers if I told you too much. I'm going to stick with tidbits of interest to readers of this gay porn blog. For instance:
Brad Pitt is sexy and swaggering as always playing a hot-shot hillbilly leader of an all-Jewish gang of Nazi hunters. He demands that each of his soldiers present him with no less than 100 Nazi scalps, and we see the process of several scalpings vividly. Brad's definitely rocking the hot daddy image.
A good deal of the cast were famous German actors. Maybe I see entirely too much gay porn, but many of them looked like gay porn stars.
My readers will take particular interest in a character called "The Bear Jew" who has a reputation for bashing in heads with a baseball bat. The Bear Jew makes his first appearance after a big build-up to terrorize captured Nazis. Gay fans of bears and bear cubs will drool over the hunky terrorist stud in dirty wife beater and suspenders. (see below) He's played by Eli Roth, the hot young director of "Hostel" and "Cabin Fever", who had to pack on 40 pounds of muscle to play the role. Move over Brad!
When asked to describe a "dream project", Tarantino explained that each of his movies are dream projects, "I am one of the fortunate people that get the chance to actually create my art the way I want to." True to his spirit of independent film making, he insisted that the first run of "Inglourious Basterds" be shown at as many single-screen theaters as possible. I applaud the whole concept of premiering a movie at an old movie palace like the Castro with the director sitting in the auditorium and answering questions afterward. (He actually sat in the same row as us!) It was not a tuxedo and slinky gown red carpet Hollywood affair, as Tarantino chose to arrive in a vintage 1940's Buick rather than a contemporary stretch limo. However, I think his film making technique continues to evolve and "Inglourious Basterds" has the look of a big, Hollywood blockbuster rather than the scrappy little indie films earlier in his career.
At last weekend's campout, we did our annual re-creation of the famous catfight between Krystle Carrington and Alexis Colby Carrington Dexter from Dynasty. It's always a sloppy mess and lots of fun - just for the 80's style gowns with padded shoulders alone!
The video below is a collage of probably every catfight from the entire 8 seasons of Dynasty! Whoever put it together did a great job, including matching it up to the Madonna song, "Give It To Me".
I'm not sure what the title "Caught Hot Handed" as a magazine title is supposed to mean. The popular slang phrase is usually "caught RED handed", which doesn't make much sense literally, either. Whatever. It's pictures of cute guys naked, and probably shot sometime in the 1960's making it extremely rare. It's just a mishmash of various guys in various settings, all very raw and amateurish because there wasn't much to compare it to and it was all very subversive ad underground.
The guy in the sample photo is super sexy, rocking those sideburns, bubble butt, and that fat cock. He also looks a lot like the cast of Randy Blue's "That 70's Gay Porn Movie", doesn't he? In "That 70's Gay Porn Movie", Randy Blue dresses up his regular stale of men in mustaches and polyester shirts for a porn comedy, but some of us get off AND get a chuckle from the real thing. Check out all of "Caught Hot Handed" in the VIP Room at Lavender Lounge. There is more than 10,000 other vintage images of "the real thing" to enjoy, too!
Whenever a "cool" car is needed for a TV commercial, movie, TV show, or music video it's always a classic car from the 50's, 60's or 70's. Never a new car. Never a car from the 40's. Never a car from the 80's. Gangster rappers don't drive 1983 Chrysler K-cars.
But what did they do in the 1970's when they needed a "cool" car for a porn shoot? They got a Ford Model A, of course! "Hot Rods" is another of my newly acquired vintage gay porn magazines from the early 1970's. It features a young Jack Wrangler having sex with a long haired hottie in one of Henry Ford's finest, and naturally, the action takes place in the rumble seat. (This is where I would insert a gag about Jack Wrangler causing some "rumbling" in the other guy's "seat".)
"Hot Rods" is 60 slurping pages of man on man outdoor sex in various horseless carriages - the aforementioned Model A, a Jeep Wrangler and a Jeep Wagoneer (with leopard skin interior, no less!) Very manly. Again, these old classic porn magazines are even more rare than a Model A. I hope you enjoy seeing them as much as I enjoy collecting them and sharing them with you. Check out the whole magazine in the Lavender Lounge VIP Room.
The New York Times Style Section has finally declared that guys like me are "hip"! This genetic little spare tire I've been plagued with my whole life is now considered cool. The article is pretty tongue in cheek and rambling, but at least there is hope. I whole heartedly agree that guys who spend the time and effort to maintain a perfect 6 pack have too much time on their hands. It's also interesting how accurately they describe the BF in the first paragraph.
While Americans get fatter every year, the fashion industry still insists that you have to be painfully skinny to wear nice clothes. If a shirt shows too much paunch, I won't buy it because I am programmed that way, even though the look on the street is the opposite.
Maybe that's why MuscleBearCub.com is such an underground hit for guys to meet up with other guys that have a little meat on them.
August 13, 2009
Noticed
It’s Hip to Be Round By GUY TREBAY
THIS summer the unvarying male uniform in the precincts of Brooklyn cool has been a pair of shorts cut at knickers length, a V-neck Hanes T-shirt, a pair of generic slip-on sneakers and a straw fedora. Add a leather cuff bracelet if the coolster is gay.
In truth this get-up was pretty much the unvarying male uniform last summer also, but this year an unexpected element has been added to the look, and that is a burgeoning potbelly one might term the Ralph Kramden.
Too pronounced to be blamed on the slouchy cut of a T-shirt, too modest in size to be termed a proper beer gut, developed too young to come under the heading of a paunch, the Ralph Kramden is everywhere to be seen lately, or at least it is in the vicinity of the Brooklyn Flea in Fort Greene, the McCarren Park Greenmarket and pretty much any place one is apt to encounter fans of Grizzly Bear. (Or muscle bear cubs, ed)
From the first batch of vintage gay porn magazines to get scanned, I decided to share this one with you right away rather than wait for the launch of my new site. It's so good, I couldn't wait!
"New Dudes" is a magazine published sometime in the early to mid-1970's, but it's impossible to tell because there is no masthead and no copyright information. It came from a period when porn, especially gay porn, was still very underground. Photographers, publishers and movie producers were afraid of getting arrested so they purposely hid their identities. Nudity was marginally okay at the time, but the big fear was being labeled "obscene", so a lot of magazines were published with no shots of dicks penetrating asses and no mouths touching the penis.
What makes "New Dudes" interesting and unique is that if you look closely at the upper right frame of the second image, they actually re-drew the image by hand so the lips wouldn't touch the head of the dick! It shows up better in the full size image and there is another example in the same magazine as well. Both examples are part of the gallery added to the VIP Room. Without the benefit of Photoshop, imagine how difficult it was to make a major correction to a photograph by hand! I've looked at this magazine several times (it's one of my favorites!), and I never noticed it till now.
The upper left shot of the same page mystifies me though. If they went through the trouble of re-drawing a mouth so it doesn't touch the penis, how did they get away with a shot of a dick penetrating an ass? Perhaps the publishers are still sitting in jail for that, who knows?
The real selling point of "New Dudes", however, is the stunning young man with long blond hair on the cover. What a breath-taking example of natural beauty! It's hard to say whether the cartoon character next to him was inspired by the model or not, but it's obvious the juxtaposition was intentional. He's an erotic cartoon character come to life!
The blond boy is featured in two photo spreads in "New Dudes". In the first he plays a hitchhiker who gets picked up by a scruffy older hippy after sticking out his thumb on one hand while grabbing his crotch in low-slung jeans with the other. The hippy daddy's mouth also had to get airbrushed out in one shot of him sucking the boy's dick.
The second photo spread shows the pouty blond posing solo in motorcycle boots and a few fashion-forward leather accessories with very seductive lighting. His resemblance to the cartoon character with the bubble butt pouring into tight cowboy jeans is clearly shown.
The cartoon cowboy is also part of a little erotic story line as the youthful blond muscle boy gets captured and tortured by Native Americans. The Indians are also youthful, blond and Aryan (funny how that happens...) with rounded bulging muscles and oversized dicks. While one Village People Indian rims the cowboy's ass, the other removes his motorcycle boot, pisses into it, the pours it down the cowboy's throat. I'm sure it happened all the time in the Old West.
You can enjoy this classic piece of gay porn history right now by becoming a VIP Member of Lavender Lounge. If you like vintage gay porn, you will be blown away by the sheer volume of rare and unique beefcake photos in the Lavender Lounge VIP Room! And it's a good time to buy the $19.95 recurring membership because the price will be going up soon! If you get locked in at the current price, the automatic renewal price will be only $9.95 a month after the first month.
The full length DVD of Mustang's "Green Door" is available online for $49.95, but if you are a member of FalconXXX.com, the discount price is only $24.95.
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Signs outside the Green Door say, “You suck”. Is that a slam or a demand? Just go in and find out.
Who knows what’s lurking behind the Green Door? Whispers suggest a private men’s club cloaked in even more mystery, where the adventurous know what they’ll find once they go inside. The door beckons — offering unbridled excitement to the curious who are willing to revel in the secrets it holds.
Starring: Nash Lawler, Zak Spears, Chad Manning, Erik Grant, Luke Riley, Beaux Banner, Drake Jaden, Alessio Romero, Samuel Colt Director: Leif Gobo & Steve Cruz
Loitering outside the Green Door, Drake Jaden looks dangerous, yet so appetizing. Nash Lawler is definitely interested; he knows the young man with all those piercings and tattoos, reeks of spirited adventure. They kiss and fall into each other’s arms. Then Nash gets down on his knees, pulls Drake’s romper stomper out and starts to suck it. The punk’s cock is big and long, but Nash manages to stuff his mouth full. They switch positions and Drake slurps Nash’s cock down his throat. Out of the blue, Nash starts having second thoughts about succumbing to this carnal entanglement like it’s a forbidden fruit and he tries to leave. Drake beckons him to follow him inside, beyond the Green Door and he does. Safe inside, Nash drapes himself over a chair so Drake can slide his tongue deep inside his manhole. Invigorated and feeling bold, Nash rams his dick up Drake’s ass and fucks him like a madman, grinding his dick in and out until they both climax and cum.
Zeb Atlas looks so, so, so much better with a hairy chest! The chest hair really frames his ripped abs and pumped up pec muscles and makes him look much for manly and real. When I've spoken to him, he says he personally prefers to shave off his chest hair, but if muscle and fur fans buy memberships based on your preference for hairy chests, I think he'll get the message.
These shots of Zeb Atlas posed in front of a plain black background and at a beautiful sunset are the the best he has ever looked, and I have been a fan for a long time. If you like to see big muscle bodybuilders nude with hairy chests, please vote by buying a membership to ZebAtlas.com.
Today is couples day at MenOver30 and we have a special treat. The couple this week is none other than Dane Hyde and his beefy beau, Brock Hart. We’ve seen Dane with that charming smile, and other assets, recently; but his beau, Brock was a definite blast from our not-so-recent past. They have been together for a while and Dane admits, “It was love at first really crappy pick up line”. Apparently they were standing in line at the bookstore (NO, not an adult bookstore) when Brock told Dane, “Nice scar”. Dane had recently had an accident and had a scar on his elbow that was bandaged up and…that was it. When asked if that was the first they’d ever met, Dane swears he had met him before; but Brock, on tape, shrugged and said that that was the first time he’d ever met Dane. Moving along, they first got involved in the industry when a mutual friend asked them to come in for a photo shoot. That led to more work and they never said no. Eventually that led to video work and si! nce they needed the extra money for grad school it definitely helped with the bills. They rarely get cast together in scenes though often times they are cast in the same movies. Both being in the industry they understand the way it works and can use each other as sounding boards and then get to reconnect in an intimate way that is reserved for them “off” camera.
I've been buying so much vintage gay porn on eBay, it's getting a little out of hand. I now have a stack of old vintage porn magazines from the 1950's through the 1970's that stands 3 feet high! It's a very slow, laborious process to scan each page, so I will be enlisting the help of a couple unemployed friends to help me.
But I am so excited about sharing some of these treasures, I can't wait to get the whole magazine scanned before I debut them to my customers! I'm going to just tease you with the covers to give you a taste of what's coming.
The first is a magazine called "Drag Scene" with the tabloid-screaming headlines, "TRANSVESTITE: My first night as a drag in a cathouse", "Wild Nude Shemales", "How A TV Shops for a Mate", and "Transvestite Movie Review". The movie review in question is entitled "Transvestite Boudoir" and the first 8 pages of the magazine are devoted to it. The premise of the movie is a female leather dom ties up a hot stud with a mustache and "humiliates" him by dressing him up in drag, as seen on the cover. "The film touches all sexual bases and ends up with the beautiful sadist queen happy in doing her thing subjugating her male and he's happy having it done..." The 8mm movie itself was only available through the mail order form on page 59 of the magazine. It came in two parts at $35 each or both for $65, and each part was probably about 12 minutes with no sound. At the time this magazine came out, gas was about 25 cents a gallon. Compare that to porn movies today that cost about the same but give you a couple HOURS of porn entertainment!
Next is "Hang It Up", a photo essay featuring an erotic mural painted by an underground gay artist named Sean. The mural was commissioned by the Hollywood Spa in downtown LA, and is probably still on display there. The photos feature some really hot 70's clones having sex with the mural in every shot. The clothes are authentic 70's style, and so is the chocolate brown shag carpet!
"Joint Ventures" is an interesting time capsule from the early 1970's, with a feeble attempt to be "creative". The front cover shows a perfectly round bubble butt covered in blond fur with another guy's dick peaking out between the cheeks. Cute! There are also a couple other "creative" shots of dicks between armpits, and knick knacks in the foreground. But the main reason I love this magazine is if you look closely at this photo, you'll see a Disney poster in the background! Nobody in porn today is willing to go there!
Unlike the other magazines I am featuring today, "Double Stick" is one of the rare magazines of that era that showed penetration. At the time, obscenity laws were in flux, particularly anything as shocking as two men fucking, so pornographers often only showed dicks no closer than 2 or 3 inches from a mouth or an ass. The publisher of "Double Stick" threw caution to the wind and showed the skinny hairless twinks fucking raw, just as they courageously matched a brocade couch with patterned curtains and Persian rugs! Which is more obscene - the sex or the design?
And finally, I plan to take full advantage of the story-telling plot of "Young Boy Salesman". In it, a studly blond (that I recognize from other magazines) plays a door-to-door vacuum cleaner salesman. He shows up in plaid bell bottom pants with 2 inch cuffs and a sexy knit shirt straight from Sears. The canister vac he was demonstrating wouldn't do shit on the checkerboard shag carpet, believe me. Good thing the salesman had his own sucking skills! As the salesman moves on to do "demonstrations" for other house-husbands, the players exchange shirts for each new scene, but the super-tight plaid bell bottoms remain on our hero, even as he fucks on a boldly patterned plaid couch. Clash of the titan plaids! It's also fun to look at the furniture and accessories in the background, which includes a coffee table completely covered in crystal figurines and framed wall hangings of rhinestone necklaces. It is vintage gay porn, right? Like I wrote earlier, I am scrambling to get these magazines scanned and running in the VIP Room asap, but it's a slow process. In the meantime, there are already 10,000 vintage gay porn images in the Lavender Lounge VIP Room, so go ahead and get your recurring membership NOW before prices go up.
San Francisco, August 5, 2009) Titan Media, parent company of gay mega-brands TitanMen, ManPlay, MSR Video and TitanMen Fresh, is pleased to announce it has signed a multi-year contract making JR Matthews its newest exclusive performer. The 24-year old blonde and blue-eyed California native makes his debut in the just released TitanMen film Full Access.
"This guy is a fantastic performer,” says director Brian Mills. “He's build like a tank, can suck his own dick and delivers some of the biggest, thickest cum shots I've ever seen. JR has proven himself to be enthusiastic and curious to try new things. I can hardly wait to see what he can show us over the next couple of years!" Matthews stands 6’ tall with a stunningly ripped physique. His broad shoulders taper down to a ripped six pack leading to a beautiful up-curved cock. JR is extremely limber and flexible, allowing him to assume just about any position and to even suck his own cock! JR stars in several soon-to-be-released TitanMen features; his debut film was Full Access where he shows off his self-suck capabilities to perfection. Next, he stars with TitanMen exclusive Dean Flynn in Folsom Maneuvers, the official leather/fetish film of the 2009 Folsom Street Fair, followed by another Brian Mills-directed film featuring an explosive double-ended dildo scene.
“When I first worked with TitanMen last March, I had an amazing time,” says Matthews. “My scene in Full Access was a fantasy come true! I was excited to be asked by the best company in the biz to join as an exclusive performer. Working with Brian Mills and, currently, Joe Gage is incredible. I'm happy to be part of the TitanMen team!”
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Facebook has finally proven to be worthwhile. Yesterday afternoon my friend Mikey posted to Facebook that he was giving away two free tickets to the premier of "Inglourious Basterds" at the Castro. The clincher was that the director, Quentin Tarantino would be there, too. It was already after 4 and the screening was at 7, so I moved fast and nailed those tickets. So long, suckas!
