Gay Vintage Blog

So he totally never was a movie star. But he completely looks like a combination of Montgomery Clift, Guy Madison, Fernando Lamas, and a random hustler at a Hollywood dive bar in 1964.

He may have gotten some bit parts of movies and television. There's really no easy way to figure that out. But since he has leading man looks, I figure he was an absolutely horrible actor, maybe with a voice that didn't at all jibe with his looks. 

Or maybe he ended up as a kept boy for some Hollywood exec. That ass is damn pretty.

When picking underwear, there are so many choices to be made. But the simplest choice is to not wear anything. Butt fucking tends to go better when both people aren't fully covered up with underwear. Though sticking the dick out of the fly and tearing into the bottom's underwear at the key spot would work.

But when posing as if about to butt fuck, as these two guys are, definitely no underwear is best. I give it about a 50/50 chance butt fucking happened, though they both sure seem ready.

Jockstraps, posing strap, and no-fly briefs are some of the other choices. They're all valid, though I do appreciate the posing strap in this instance, as his semi is making it ill-fitting. Sometimes ill-fitting is a positive.

Body language connects us to our animal nature. Some positions never go out of style and the combination of legs spread and cock out (or partially out) is a classic. It may say look but don't touch. Or beg you to get within tongue distance, close your eyes, and touch.

This is not to encourage manspreading on trains and buses. Fuck taking up extra seats, unless it's not crowded at all. And I'm sitting across from someone. And he wants to spread his legs while pretending to read a book, thus inviting me to stare with impunity.

So in most circumstances, I'm very pro leg spread. Like if a guy is squatting on his toes and fully nude. Or if a guy is propped up on a bed or chair, slightly leaning back and just being altogether inviting. 

From hard muscles in stark light and shadow to a hard cock tenting a fortunate pair of briefs, these guys had a big impact in their day. They may not have directly inspired homosexual liberation, but as passive objects of affection they did their part.

Porn can feel safer because the models can't look at their admirers. I don't think they were installing secret cameras on porn magazines and photosets back then. Though the consumer still needs to find some safe space to engage with the images, a space to call their masturbation home.

Because it's not about the porn itself, but the experience of the watcher as they project their own desires. The X-rated symbiosis. We may have interactive methods now that can be anonymous to varying degrees, namely camming, but desires are still being mentally projected. And models (pro or amateur) try to find a way to cue into those, to be the fantasy. For real. For a moment. Then another.

Can you spot the unique activity one of these pairs of guys is doing? I've given it away already but let's still play. Could it be cocksucking couple number one?

Their behavior seems to have a similarity with that of Al Parker sucking a cock through chaps. Minus the chaps. 

Then the guys at the bottom, while not exactly in the moment of cocksucking are right about to partake. So they don't count either.

So that leaves the guy listening to the other guy's ass. Because ass listening with a stethoscope is they way all reputable medical schools teach people to listen to asses. The sound is surprisingly similar to what one experiences when holding a large conch shell up to one's ear. A sustained, breathy whoosh.

This group of guys from different porn eras is just a small snapshot but what you can tell is that looks in porn can reflect the styles of the times. A photo's era may become progressively more difficult to differentiate though as there can only be so many pixels per inch that our eyes can perceive. So photo graininess isn't a clue.

Now if photos in the future, and computer screens, are all three dimensional (digital dick in your face, anyone?), then we'll all know when that shift happened and photos taken with that method. But even once we're in that era, hairstyles can be a clue. As can the style of a particular studio. Or if the guy is slathered in stage makeup and lip gloss, or even if he's Photoshopped to seductive oblivion.

For the record, I don't care if the guy is Photoshopped the same way I don't care if Britney Spears sings live. Some things are not at their best when they're real.

I know I should be focused on all the big, thick cock happening here. But I can't stop looking at the mutton chops. They are such a choice, more common at the time, but still a style stand out. But they do have a practical purpose.

When a guy shot all over his face, the mutton chops could stop some of the load from dripping onto the ugly shag carpeting or ugly bedspread or ugly couch. So really, those mutton chops are doing important work in this situation. I'm sure that's why many professional wrestlers sport mutton chops even today. Very practical when you're cocksucking your way to the top.

Now if my eyes stray from the mutton chops, I do see some timeless, classic cock here. Long, thick cock on handsome, fit guys. Some of these fellas even qualify as sultry. This is a good thing.

When crafting your résumé, remember that action verbs are important. Jacking is an action verb so you should work it in. Like "Highly experienced at jacking under tight deadlines for large groups" or "Recognized with a silver medal in the West Tallahassee Professional Jacking Championships" (which is most effective if your potential supervisor is the gold medal winner.

Posing is also an important skill, like flexing your muscles while at the refrigerator or during a presentation to a potential client. This is best done shirtless in dramatic lighting. I said action verbs didn't I?

As for sucking, you need to be careful to be clear you're talking about sucking cock, not sucking at something. So "Excellent at sucking cock while taking minutes at a board meeting" is a yes. But "Sucking at making cock bored for minutes at a meeting" is a no.

These guys are utterly fuckable. And I mean that in the broad sense of fuckable, as in top, bottom, to the side, triangle, quadrilateral, pyramid, fettuccine, tetris, dick, asshole, and face.

Except for the part where these photos are from many years ago and there's a chance these guys aren't each both naked and available. Though I would bet one of the four is available for rent as, say, a carpenter or plumber or ass fucker. All valid careers.

These guys have all the trappings of a semi-soft, natural masculinity. They're not trying too hard, not wearing masculinity like armor. Just calmly existing and letting folks project whatever fantasy they want on top of their image. 

Like the fantasy of fucking a pert-bottomed guy who has a mustache. My records show that was one of the major fantasies of 1974-1982. Or the fantasy of hanging out in the living room of a naked guy as he shines his boots. Because I think that's the point of a bachelor pad. Or should I say a "confirmed bachelor" pad (that being an old-timey euphemism for gay guy).

With modern day models, you can imagine there's a sliver of a chance you could actually see them (or more) in real life. But with vintage porn, it's an impossible dream. Unless you're into running into one 40 years after he initially posed. Then your dreams can come true. 

Or maybe they already have. All models retire someday.

But I'm into imagining the impossible, and time travel is totally a thing (as proven by the time machine I keep in my bedroom closet), so I'll be spending an afternoon with the guy in the second row right.

That's freedom from certain porn body standards. Even that tall-looking muscle guy doesn't have gigantic muscles. Rather, he's lean and tightly posed. His long, soft cock lives up to any era's extreme body standards though. I'm not mad.

But then check out the nicely imperfect guys in bed together. Their supposed flaws make the moment more real and accessible. No, they are not in love or anything so dramatic and awesome. But as a fantasy, they could be, and no lack of perfect triceps, biceps, abs and grooming is going to get in the way of that pretend intimacy.

These guys had no idea they were part of what would one day be seen as a classic. They're vintage porn icons, if not known by name, then known by pose, body, setting, lighting, expression, film stock, and, of course, hairstyle.

There's a certain, how to say it, community feel here. Folks banding together in commerce to get off other folks. They created a market out of a secret audience. And when you have a model with smoldering eyes, a seductive chest and torso, and zero shyness, magic is born.

It's always good to say what makes you grateful. For instance, maybe it's that special someone in your life. Or maybe it's you Fleshlight. Or maybe that special someone in your life is your Fleshlight. And your Fleshlight probably can't understand what you say (like if you talk to a pet goldfish) but you do and that's all that matters. 

So I'll say I'm grateful that early porn publications didn't have much budge for color, not for color film or printing. Because we end up with gorgeous contrast and backgrounds that might otherwise look cheap and tacky are transformed into a film noir movie set.

People don't fawn as much anymore, or if they do, they don't describe it as that. For the uninitiated, it means "seeking favor by servile flattery or exaggerated attention." A perfect example would be every interview on Late Night with Seth Meyers and that show's ilk.

But in the context of a fawning fantasy, done through the lens of pornography, "servile flattery" turns into just spending your precious visual time on a specific image. And "exaggerated attention" means masturbating.

As for the "seeking favor" part, there's nobody to give you favor back, unless you have an audience to your masturbation, and that person (or people) may be happy to grant you favor in exchange for your demonstration.