Flashback: Open Wide

Whether opening mouths wide for a kiss or spreading their legs every which way, these guys know the way to my heart. Or my penis brain. Which is probably not the same thing as my heart, but whatever.

The photographers were busy pulling invisible strings, directing the guys to move this way and that, look this way and that, erect this way and that. My detailed records show that there was an A List Hollywood actor at the time who moonlit as a smut photog. Who?

Paul Newman. Absolutely. I have 100% proof. Because while I don't have any proof, I would really like to imagine Paul Newman boning up while snapping some of these guys. 

Or Robert Conrad would work to. Or Anthony Perkins. Or Cliff Rockwell. Who is not a real star, but the name sounds so butch so he would have worked too.

But meta wasn't so in then, so nobody took a picture of the guy (or gal) taking each picture. Thus Paul Newman and his boner.

Whoops now I have a giant white underwear fetish. I'm into underwear but normally not the parachute kind. Though these guys make it look good. I'll have to rethink. Not to wear under my pants, but to wear by itself, like on a date. An underwear play date. Sometimes personal ads just write themselves.