Gay Vintage Blog

Fantastic news for fans of 1970s gay porn, Falcon Studios has remastered The Other Side of Aspen and the entire film is now available on their website. Directed by Matt Sterling and released in 1978, The Other Side of Aspen was Falcon's first feature-length release, it was also one of the first gay porn movies to be released on video cassette. 

Pictured here are Dick Fisk and Chad Benson from the first scene. Fisk was by far one of my faves when I discovered gay porn in the early 80s. Come inside and preview the second scene with Al Parker and Casey Donovan.

Vintage gay porn site Retro Males has just released The Best of Richard Locke. I was coming of age just as Locke was in the middle of his porn career. El Paso Wrecking Corp. was released in 1978 and L.A. Tool & Die came out in 1979. It'd be another couple of years before I could legally watch either of those movies, but I saw them both. I also remember seeing him popping up in various gay porn mags. 

This compilation contains selections from: Heatstroke, Forbidden Letters, Kansas City Trucking Co., Gemini, Cruisin' the Castro, El Paso Wrecking Corp., Magnum Griffin 14, The Sins of Johnny X, and L.A. Tool & Die.

Finally "wheelbarrow" has a second sexual connotation, besides the previous one involving a handstand by the receptive party. In this case, it's simply a naked guy wheeling another naked guy around on a barrow.

As barrows have commonly been used by street vendors, it's completely appropriate here as I think the guy being wheeled around is also for sale. Or at least his nudity is.

Meanwhile, the solo guys are pretty much equally casual, though a bit more actively seductive. Though maybe that's just the result of the camera being closer in a more intimate setting.

Any of these guys would be popular in today's porn landscape. The guy in technicolor would fit in quite nicely on Sean Cody for example. Or if they weren't in a show-off, full-exposure mood anymore, then they'd at least be popular on Instagram where cock isn't allowed to be directly visible. 

Though Instagram does allow Kardashians and others to advertise bullshit weight loss lollipops. Cock is harmless in comparison.

In many vintage pics, cock, while present, isn't necessarily the focus (as it more commonly is now). With the focus on physique, it's the muscles (and the light and shadows that make them stand out) that grab attention. 

Going back to the black and white TV era, there have been hoards of variety shows with "and Friends" in the title. I would like to go back and pitch one for a self-sucker and his friends. Every week, they could do highly-complex acts of extreme skill and nudity. 

Or just stand there naked. That would work too. And the great thing about friends is you don't need to put on any airs.

It would have to be filmed in front of a live studio audience. The typical lit-up "CLAP" signs, to generate the right audience reactions, would be replaced by "FAP" signs, I expect the audience would comply.

I'm not sure what sports these guys play. But they all win. Maybe some prefer one-on-one, others are part of a big team, and another prefers a solo challenge.

I think the jock in the strap has football padding on so that's probably his sport. Or he's playing an obscene form of dress-up in his buddy's gear. Maybe it's his buddy's jockstrap too. Or maybe he uses a mirror and is his own buddy. If some TV network had thought to charge for that in 1966 or whenever this photo was taken, they would have made pay-per-view a thing early on.

Hairstyles may change and potentially look ridiculous in retrospect, but exposed cock is a constant classic. It's just that a cumshot to the face doesn't always encounter sideburns the size of New Jersey.

And the style of gym shorts a guy pulls his cock out of changes with the times. I completely object to those super common long gym shorts that stop just above the knee. That's a lot of fabric to lift up to get the cock out and makes "accidental" exposure improbable (say when bench pressing).

Though a guy is free to flip his cock over the waistband or just pull his shorts down to his knees. All your best health clubs encourage that. 

The guy at the bottom right is wearing a different kind of shorts, the virtual one made of tan line. Consider them pale, water resistant, washable and with a hanging penis in the middle. I guess he has the fly open? That's a difficult trick when naked.

I'm not sure what team these Canadian guys are on. Since probably, even back then, the competitive swimsuits were more form fitting, maybe they're Canadian Navy. But I'm hoping their favored sport is 5-on-1 wrestling. Emphasis on the "on" part.

If the pair at the top left were wrestling, then a solid way to win is to fully lift the other guy off the ground. But the  more fun way to win is then to place him on a bed, as long as he's into such things. The nudity seems to indicate that's a possibility, though of course being nude doesn't stop one's ability to say no.

I am digging the way the liftee has his foot slightly wrapped around the lifter's thigh. It's those subtle connections that are the basis of long-term love, or at least an 11 minute 1966 photoshoot.

At this point, I'd prefer a dick parade to a Pride Parade, though the combination wouldn't be bad either. But the required, semi-secret nature of porn production and consumption (even more so back then) precluded a porn float at a parade. But plenty of dicks still found their way out.

In another era, I imagine many of these guys would be web cam models wiggling their asses for coins. To me, that's an admirable profession or side gig, much more so than, say, CEO of Exxon Mobil. Though we have to thank the latter for potentially being a viewer of web cam models.

I'll admit I snuck in a shirtless picture of Paul Michael Glaser from Starsky & Hutch because he is inherently pornographic. Something about fully buckled up jeans adjacent to a completely bare torso both highlights the bare chest and makes me even more curious about what's in the jeans.

Some of these guys are giving me a certain regality like Old Hollywood. Maybe some Montgomery Clift, Guy Madison, Sal Mineo, Gary Cooper, or (if you're talking about the guy with the thin mustache) Errol Flynn.

So the fact that none of these guys were actual movie stars means they all have one of more of these spoilers: terrible-sounding voice, inability to act, or just haven't found the right person to fuck. As in fuck their way to the top.

So their loss in the world of legitimate, mostly terrible, actual Hollywood pictures is our gain in the world of semi-legitimate, mostly arousing, actual West Hollywood pictures.

This is as patriotic as I get. Sharing a picture of a guy in tantalizing tube socks and tight, tiny shorts with no underwear. The patriotic part is his red, white and blue belt. Though technically, this isn't massively patriotic because I wish the belt would fail, causing his shorts to fall down. 

Because we can't see him naked, let's balance that out with six definitely naked guys. The one at the top left looks very Paul Michael Glaser (Detective Starsky of the classic TV show Starsky & Hutch). It is not him though he did appear on that show shirtless plenty of times, like that one time he had to go undercover in a locker room. 

I think someone tried to trap him in a sauna. I'd want to do the same, but not for criminal purposes.

Vintage gay porn movie Come of Age debuts on Retro Males this week. Exciting news because it's one of the earliest hardcore gay porn flicks ever produced. Directed by Pat Rocco, the movie follows the arrival in Hollywood of a blond hippie (Ron Durango) from Nebraska.

Ron literally runs into Mark Taylor, knocking the bag of groceries out of his hand. As they pick them up together, they start talking and Mark offers Ron a lift and invites him home. And they get to know each other in the shower. Mark introduces Ron to some of his friends, and Ron's big city gay experience continues.

Shove all these guys in the same room and you get a full day of activity. Stretch and yawn after waking up naked. Fuck ass in the morning. Suck dick in the afternoon. Fuck a plate of spaghetti during dinner. Shower to clean up.

But probably don't fuck spaghetti on white sheets. Or eat spaghetti in the shower. Or yawn while sucking cock. As each would be uniquely disastrous.

Sure you could try to ignore these, but it would be like pretending that bunch of fresh, ripe strawberries you got from the farmer's market isn't calling your name. I could have said cookies but I'm a health foodie.

So each cock's owner and admirer (sometimes one and same person) feel that specific gravity, that pull. Legs spread open. Eyes and hands and mouth find their way. And the cock gets the attention it wants.

All this is very cock-centric and that has its place but no need to ignore the rest of the body. And the mind. And those wacky and powerful things called feelings. Even with a random trick, a connection can be formed that means something to one or more of the participants. Hungering for cock then getting to experience it.

A big dick never goes out of style. And in order for that to be true, they had to have been in style in the past for a long time. Maybe there wasn't quite the community of big dick lovers back then (whenever then was) because of homosex stuff commonly being more underground, but I'm guessing these guys were popular.

And maybe some of them were so popular due to dick size, they could let themselves go in other areas. That is of course a horrible stereotype on my part, but considering all the bimbo jokes about women with big breasts, let's balance that out a bit.

One other thing I'd like to balance out is helping these guys not tip over from the size of their cocks.