Fuck Buddies

The models are only identified as Rick and Pete, no last names, in this vintage rag titled Fuck Buddies. I really like how this magazine shows both large photos and smaller sequenced images so you can see exactly what went on. The publishers seemed to realize the stroke value in this layout, so it's a lot better than most porn mags.

I've only included some of the smaller images so you can get a sense of the sequencing. If you'd like to download a free folder containing scans of the entire magazine -- which will help illustrate this post -- be sure to click here (mirrors here).

Marco

I'm not usually drawn to the college fratboy type but I'm having very unclean thoughts right now about Marco here. I'm thinking a lot of beer, some straight porn, and trapped in a snowbound cabin and Marco gives it up about day four. He has a fantastic ass, and I'd put that to good use.

Fabricio

Thanks again to regular reader Dirk who submitted links for this great clip. To watch in a larger screen version, please click here.

Yet He Masturbates on Cam

Michael is a very nice looking lad and very well put together. He's from Florida and half Italian, half Puerto Rican. He's 26, weighs 175 pounds, and stands 5'10".

I've never seen a still photo of him naked online. That's not to say they don't exist, but I've been looking at porn on the internet for close to twenty years and have a good visual memory (yet terrible at names); however, I don't ever recall seeing him in the full monty.

Videos are an entirely different matter. It's not hard to find lengthy cam footage of Michael working out in the nude and jacking off. Hours and hours worth out there. He can't keep his hands off his cock.

This I do not understand. It's somehow untoward to have a tasteful, artistic nude shot of yourself made? Yet it's perfectly okay to jack off like crazy for hours on end in filmed footage that will exist until the end of recorded time?

Link or Chris or Steve

He went by a variety of names during his zenith back in the 1990s. I don't know whether he did anything more than solo porn. One of my first VHS tapes featured him wearing a business suit on a lounge chair by a pool. He jerked off as he stripped out of his clothes. It was favorite fantasy masturbation material for me.

Sometime around 1990 after I finally owned a car, I was driving along Wilshire Boulevard in the middle of the day when I spotted an incredibly hot guy in a suit desperately thumbing a ride. He clearly needed to get someplace in a hurry but, as was typical for LA, every driver ignored him. I was in the inner lane, so I went around the block and picked him up.

He could be Link because of the strong resemblance but needless to say it wasn't him. It was an equally hot but younger doppelganger. The guy was really sweet and had to get to a job interview in a hurry. He had only been in LA a few days and was headed someplace on Slauson, which wasn't where I was going, but I pretended it was exactly in my direction and dropped him at the door.

I never saw him again but the memory of him remains vivid. My fantasy version of what happened did not include me leaving him at the door.

Handjob Patrol

Nothing says "I love you" quite like an intense, extended handjob. Somehow I don't think that's a sentiment you'll ever see on a Hallmark greeting card. As an ice-breaker, it might make a nice slogain on a T-shirt.

Going Down Somewhere Down Under

He seems like he's straight to me, so I very much enjoyed the blowjob portion of this. I imagine that makes me a perv but I like when heterosexuals are lured into man-on-man action. Too bad he couldn't be talked into a reciprocating blowjob.

I know some of you won't like those tattoos, but they're popular amongst blue collar blokes and underscore his authenticity. If you're hooking up with mostly straight working men, you can't expect they'll be gym toned and tatt free.

From Russia

Some very nice artistic photos by a Russian photographer identified in the watermarks. Interestingly, the building he's posing with in all but the first picture is a striking example of brutalist architecture. These images are quite a bit larger than they appear here, so click each one to see full size.

Semi-Vintage Rob

Rob Cryston was a big pornstar in the 1990s. He's the lad in the photos below with the longer hair.

He was an enthusiastic performer who usually bottomed. He really seemed to enjoy what he did, as if he was doing porn for the sex more than the money.

He disappeared from the screen around the time the Y2K fuss died down. I wonder what he looks like today. If he kept in shape he could be killer hot. Time for a comeback Rob.

Woodworking

Morning is always an excellent time for woodworking projects. You can either work alone or with a friend or two. If you don't have a friend handy, you can always grab your wood and seek out a friend to assist you. Why not find some wood right now and get started on your project?

Ants in His Pants

If anyone knows where to buy briefs like this, please shout out in the comments. My boyfriend wants a pair. You may have trouble seeing what's on his underwear -- they're ants.

Vintage Action

These are stills from a porn magazine titled Gay Action, which looks like it dates from the very late 1960s or early 1970s. Having spent more than a few hours combing through used smut bins at vintage bookstores in my starving student days, I saw a lot of antique porn. Most of it from that era was not this explicit; you didn't often see insertion and cum.

I like how the lad has a raging boner whilst sucking cock in the fifth image. He wasn't just some hustler out to make a few bucks. He was having a great time. This was the age before Viagra and Cavajet, so erections were 100 percent natural. His pal has a tattoo reading "Robert," which you can see in the sixth image. I'm guessing that was the name of his boyfriend, because who would have their own name tattooed on an arm?

If you'd like to download a free folder with scans of the entire magazine, be sure to click here.