Here’s another of our growing list of celebritys who've inexplicably posed nude early in their careers.

Not from an early exploitation film, no, nor a less conservative European feature film, young Antonio Banderas posed nude for a photographer who cleverly held onto the negative. Needless to say, when Mr. Banderas became famous, the photog released this picture over the net.

Porn Watcher’s question: Why did Mr. Melanie Griffith pose for a shot that is obviously not intended as an artistic statement. It is of a hot young man standing naked and letting a (presumably) older man snap a few quick stills. Well, well, well, Antonio, what else have you done with older men when you were young, not as savvy, and strapped for cash?

But he was very hot. And it’s a nice cock.

I’ve complained more than a few times on this blog about male porn performers who over-stay their welcome by working in front of the camera after their looks (and occasionally, their hard-ons) have gone. One who worked for over 20 years and still looked great was the hirsute and horny Jon Dough.


I vividly remember the first film in which I saw Dough fuck. I’m sorry to say I don’t recall the title, but he played a guy who’s girlfriend wasn’t very responsive in the sack and so he searched for sexual fulfillment by cheating on her. It was a comedy, and Dough struck me as being very funny, a pretty good actor, sporting a large, hairy prick, and as being sexy as all fuck!

I looked for his films often after that, and, happily, found them regularly. In his 20 year career he acted in over 1000 skin flicks, and directed another 70 or so, most recently for major studios like Anabolic, VCA Excessive, NJ Films, and Hustler. When he began to produce and direct he was one of the pioneers of the gonzo style of porn, an innovation many would copy and more would steal from.

Dough had his own company, Jon Dough Productions, for which he produced his gonzo product. He also owned the Doughboy Video line featuring “oral only” titles. He was renowned in the adult industry for possessing one of the most reliably stiff cocks, but, more importantly, his sense of humor shone through; in Anabolic's Ass Creampies he directed each of the girls to get a plate of whipped cream in the face after the scene.

I’ll always remember ten years ago or so, walking into an adult boutique with one of my porning friends. One of Dough’s films was playing on the television. “Oh, look,” I said, “That’s Jon Dough, one of my new favorites.” “Wow!” my porn buddy responded, “Does he ever do gay flicks?” “No, just straight,’ I told him. He looked at the screen for a moment and said, “What a waste.” I didn’t think it was a waste at all.



It was, tragically, wasted a month ago when Dough, who’s real name was Chet Anuszek, committed suicide in Chatsworth, California, at the age of 43. Dough leaves behind a wife of 12 years, Monique Demoan, as well as a four-year-old daughter. The reason for his suicide has not been given, and maybe no one will ever know why he did it. It always saddens me when an adult performer scrags themselves. It makes the industry look tawdry and immoral. I honestly don’t think more porn stars kill-themselves than, say, mainstream performers. I just think that when they do it receives a great deal more press coverage.

Let’s face it, even in tragedy and death, sex sells.

Occasionally life drops something onto your lap that so completely changes your world, so completely creates a new reality, makes you so completely ecstatic that you can scarcely stop yourself from jumping up and down, or running through your neighborhood naked, shouting out your joy. Okay, maybe that’s taking it a little far. But sometimes things come along that do make you very happy, just when you least expect it.

I’ve recently discovered two wonderful new websites; Xtube (at http://www.xtube.com/index.php) and Porno Tube (at http://www.pornotube.com/index.php.) These sites are to porn connoisseurs like you and me what You Tube is to folks who enjoy funny and endearing videos. Xtube and Porno Tube are free sites for people to upload adult flicks and pics for others to watch. Of the two sites, I prefer the convenience and ease of navigation of Porno Tube, but I’ve talked with friends who tell me they tend to go with Xtube. You should check out both, as they each have their own unique pluses and minuses. See what you think, and let me know which hooked you in more deeply.

Both feature short scenes from professionally produced porn, both gay and straight. You can search by subject or fetish, and find just about anything you might be into at the moment. You’ll find endless pages of most anything that’s going to get you off.

But my favorite thing are the amateurs posts. Hundreds of men and women have taken pictures and video of themselves alone and with others; masturbating, sucking, fucking, eating cum, and doing almost anything you imagine. It’s extraordinarily hot, and seeing folks who easily could live next door to any of us in their most intimate moments is a major turn-on. I love these photos and clips, and can (and have) spend an entire evening beating-off just to these. Unbelievably hot.

It doesn’t hurt, of course, that while surfing Xtube this past weekend, I unexpectedly came across a friend’s video and pictures. He’s a young chum I’ve always found sexy, and, as he lives in another state (in fact, another coast) I almost never get to see him these days. I’ve also never met his new boyfriend. However, as of Friday night, I’ve seen pictures and video of his new boyfriend. There are shots of the two of them fucking and sucking, and a short video of the boyfriend pulling one off and shooting a huge load of man-jizz covering his six-pack. The boyfriend is hung -- really hung -- and my friend, whom I’ve never seen naked in life, is even hunkier than I’d imagined. Needless to say, I’ve gotten off to that page several times already, and it’s only been forty-eight hours since I came across it.

Now the question is, should I tell my buddy I’ve seen his home-made porn? What do you think? I’m not sure yet, but I’m tending to wonder if I shouldn’t keep it my little secret. I’m just worried next time I run into him I may start giggling. And when I officially meet the hung boyfriend, I may start drooling. Or running through the neighborhood naked, shouting out my joy.

When watching straight porn, I always hope for a gang-bang or large orgy scene. I love them! I live to see a group of straight young men, hot, muscular, sweaty and horned up, standing around together, stroking their cocks, each waiting their turn to fuck some lucky cunt. There is nothing else that turns me on as much as that does. I almost get off as fast watching the studs waiting to fuck as I do seeing them going at it. I think it’s just great.



There are several American porn companies that produce gang-bang films, but the truth of the matter is I find the European films much hotter. And, by the way, I find the European men who participate in these sex sequences much hotter than their US counterparts. As I’ve written in the past, the Euro-Studs are more comfortable naked and hard around each other, and they just seem more turned on and excited. It may just be good editing, but you never see them without a fully erect dick. You can’t say that for the American flicks.



I think the best of the European production companies is Private. The films are well directed, stunningly well photographed, the sex is awesome, there are few (if any) girl-on-girl scenes (or if there are, a guy is always present and participating), the guys almost always shoot their sticky jizz on the women’s face and/or mouth, and there are tons of gang-bangs and group sex sequences.



I always know a Private film is going to provide me with a great masturbation experience. If you don’t know their films, check one out. You won’t be disappointed.

I don’t have any tattoos on any part of my body, and frankly, I don’t want any. There is no image I can think of -- no secret Chinese vowel, no animal I identify with, no skull with anything emerging from the eye socket, not even mom’s name -- that I can be sure I’m going to want to still have on my arm or chest or ass or leg forty years from now. Seriously. I don’t even want Porn Watcher inked into an entire arm sleeve. I can do without, thanks.

I also don’t find tattoos very attractive or sexy on other people. If someone has a small discreet tattoo on their ankle, that’s fine, but when I’m jacking-off to a porn flick and a guy (or more and more a woman) appears covered in ink, well, that's a complete turn-off for me. It’s hard to fantasize about someone, to put them into your own secret scenario, when they have the words Sara’s Bitch (or whatever) spelled across their lower back.

With that in mind, I was web-porning the other evening and came across these pictures of this guy. Look at him, a hot, hung guy, very whackable. Except for just one thing.





Now let’s think about this for just a moment. Tatting yourself is one thing -- but come on! -- There???? I mean, who would want to suck on that inked cock? And of course, you have to wonder what it must have been like to have the tattoo done. Did he have to be hard while the tat artist was working on it? If so, just how long did it take to have it done? Get it hard, prick the prick with the ink pen for a few seconds, softness occurs, get it hard again, another couple seconds of inking, softness. It must have taken weeks!

So, if you meet me for sex some time, don’t expect a lot of tats on your pal Axel. And I won’t expect any on you.

My favorite holiday is Halloween. I think I enjoy it so much because there’s something vaguely sexual about the celebration. I mean, we all disguise our true identities to become people (or things) we really aren’t. That gives us permission to dare to do things we usually wouldn’t. Not unlike the internet.

And so, to celebrate Halloween, I pulled out my worn VHS copy of 1985’s Gayracula. Sexy, funny, nasty and full of terrific sex, Gayracula is gay porn paradise. The unrelenting carnality, which, thanks to the stunningly hot men in the cast and their sexual enthusiasm, easily catapults this film into the classic category.




And it really is a film. This may be the last great shot-on-celluloid feature of the 80s before video made pornographic filmmaking a thing of the past. Filmed in expensive-to-obtain Eastman Color, the story opens with a lingering shot of dark robed monks carrying a coffin to a cave where they plan to flip its lid and drive a stake through the heart of the sleeping vampire within. But when the vampire-killers open the sepulcher, the bloodsucker transforms into a bat and flies to a nearby mountaintop (which looks suspiciously like the Hollywood Hills) where he materializes into the naked and jaw-droppingly gorgeous Tim Kramer, who bares both his fake fangs and very real cock as the titles roll! By now you’ll know you’re in high camp territory, with the creaky, Dark Shadows style sets and second-hand costume shop wardrobe, but those elements only add to the atmosphere, which is drenched in some white-hot and decidedly unsafe sex. With Gayracula, superstar Tim Kramer turned in his signature performance, and his lovely face, taut, smooth torso, and amazingly beautiful and large dick are the erotic centerpieces of the film.

In the first sex scene, Tim-as-bat flies to a nearby castle, where he enjoys a face-fuck and dick-suck with the very sexy Steve Collins. Filmed on a set with what looks like yards of satin casket liner under the performers, Tim fucks Collins like a machine, working up a drippy sweat as he snarls and shows off his fake plastic fangs and stunning ass.





Flash forward 200 years to Southern California. At a tacky apartment complex, one very tired looking Michael Christopher plays a muscled up Renfield who has an appetite for more than bugs. Once our vampire hero is safely inside, Christopher engages in a little (cock) suck fest with a bearded stud who jacks himself off while Big Mike sinks his fat tool into his hairy ass. What follows is a vintage pre-condom fuck scene, with these long and lean boys working up a sheen of sweet sweat, all captured by director Roger Earl’s very dynamic camera which moves down on and around the action, at points even going up overhead for some astonishing shots before Christopher unloads spurt after spurt of cum which is then replayed in all its slow-motion glory.

Tim rises out of his coffin for the next scene, whereupon he’s offered some of the bearded guy's ass, which he rebuffs with a curt, “Yeah but I don’t like sloppy seconds!” The action moves to a strip club next, where Gayracula watches a bit of the show before deciding to check out the action in the back room. Shedding his clothes, he joins an awesome orgy in progress between a trio of guys. Tim hooks up with a bushy haired, mustached dude for some face fucking. One can’t help but realize how Kramer pointed the way for what would become the ideal of male beauty in the 90s – pretty faced, buff, smooth straight haired boys.

After biting his partner on the neck, Gayracula de-materializes, then re-forms in the club where he witnesses another three-way which unfolds on the stage to some (hilarious) disco music, with the players in (equally hilarious) Mardi Gras masks! Over the top and firmly tongue-in-cheek, the scene is too good. After working out their messy cum-shots, Tim watches a slightly boring solo from a Latino dancer who periodically squirts metal rings out of his asshole much to Tim’s delight. Suddenly a very blond dancer appears and gets barebacked on the floor after lots of ass fingering.

Back at home beside his coffin, Tim arranges his own three-way with two hunks. After dumping the cream of the un-dead on a very hairy chest, Tim, in a very campy scene, draws a young valet to himself utilizing the “power of his mind” -- but not for blood -- for hot, sloppy, dripping cock! Some terrific dick-sucking and open asshole shots follow, with Tim on top during the 69 and some choice close-up ass fingering of the valet. Raw ass-fucking follows, with Tim brutally pounding the hot bubble-butt.

The plot thickens the next night when, upon waking to the strains of a Hollywood soundtrack worthy of Franz Waxman, Gayracula realizes he’s fallen in love with the valet. But first, the thirst! A quick trip to the Burbank blood bank is in order, and Kramer actually sucks blood from a bag before things turn very nasty between a donor and Uber Hunk Doug Weston on an exam table. The burly Weston gets sucked and fingers hairy ass, then pounds butt while a lust-crazed Kramer watches from the sidelines and hisses like a mad cat displaying his plastic fangs!

Finally, Gayracula reunites with his youthful valet, who begs to be given the dark gift of eternal life. And so, the couple bathes in a fountain in a gorgeously shot sequence, then reclines on a blanket while the sun rises, revealing that love has set Tim free – he’s now impervious to the sunlight! When asked what he’s going to with his newfound mortality he replies – eye-rollingly – “I’m going to work on my tan!!”

Gayracula is a fun and sexy classic porn film. Lots of hot guys and plenty of three-ways and orgy sequences. If you’d like to jack-off to a hot horror flick satire, this is one to check out. I promise, you’ll have a good time!












Here are a few stills from one of the many orgy scenes in Gayracula.

Time flies when you’re watching hot porn! It was one year ago today, October 15th, that I made my first post to this blog. What a geat time I've had with Porn Watcher!

I can’t believe it’s been an entire year. And, looking back at my posts, I can’t believe the diverse array of porn I’ve watched. I’ve seen gay, I’ve seen straight, I’ve seen bi porn. I’ve juggled DVDs, VHS tapes, reading material, and, my new best friend, the internet. I’ve watched stuff produced professionally, and a whole lot of amateur whackers. I’ve watched romantic couples fucking, I’ve watched guys jacking-off solo, I’ve watched huge aggressive orgies. There has been vanilla sex, experimental sex, rough sex, kinky sex, sex I love doing myself, sex I like watching and would love to try, sex I like watching but wouldn’t want to participate in, and sex that was fascinating but not remotely sexy. I think the only kind of sex I haven’t spent much time with in the last year (or that I quickly fast-forwarded through) was girl-on-girl sex. As a gay man, it just isn't anything that turns me on. I need a guy present, know what I mean?

The other thing I noticed looking back on all the posts is just how much I’ve masturbated in the past year. (Keeping in mind, of course, that Porn Watcher only documents a small percentage of my stoke sessions. Truth be told, I pull one off almost every day. Makes you think, huh?) I’ve jacked-off to so much porn that I have to remember one important thing in the coming months: Drink More Water! Jesus, I’ve lost gallons of liquids pounding my dick.

But I think the best thing to come out of Porn Watcher’s first year is the wonderful people I’ve gotten to know through the comments posted by readers and the wonderful email‘s I‘ve received. It’s very exciting to know folks are reading what I’m writing, and that those people have strong opinions and are passionate about the art of porn. That’s very exciting to me. Neither Picasso nor Warhol -- not to mention Van Gogh or Monet (I mean Claude not Bridgette) -- would have been noticed if there hadn’t been a healthy discussion about their works. I feel the same way about adult entertainment. Porn may not be at the level of those great painters, or of Beethoven or Lloyd-Wright or Bergmen. But I believe the potential is there and that that potential is great.

So, Happy Anniversary to all of us! Let’s continue to watch what gets us off, discover new forms of our favorite entertainment, write passionately about porn, ardently discuss our views of it, and most importantly … Drink More Water!

Some porn websites get you hard and get you off. Some are well produced but just aren’t your thing. And some must be hot to someone somewhere, but you may find it disgusting and disquieting. But of all of them I’ve stroked-off to, I’ve never found another porn site like BrokeStraightBoys.com.

The boys are straight, slightly desperate, and right off the street. They aren’t like the guys at sites like SeanCody.com or CorbinFisher.com. Those men are muscular and gorgeous. The Broke Boys generally are not. They are often fine looking, but they don’t have the stunning good looks the studs on the other sites have, that is reminiscent of professional baseball players or Playgirl models (Which, needless to say, are often the same thing.) The Broke Boys are those average guys you see on the street and sometimes think to yourself, “Hummmm, I wonder what he looks like naked and hard.”

Here’s the unique set-up. A broke guy agrees to sit in front of the camera and jack-off (a “paid interview”) auditioning for a straight porn video. They get naked, hard and start stroking. Suddenly there is a knock at the hotel room door. Because of a (premeditated) scheduling snafu, another guy has shown up for his audition. Oh, dear! Well, our unseen director decides why not do both auditions together (He decides this in all the clips, of which there are many.) The second guy strips, sits on the couch next to the first guy, and starts whacking.

Out of nowhere, the director suggests one of the guys should “help your buddy out.” The stud stops dead (every single time) and pleads he is straight. Well, would you do it for another 50 bucks? A pause. “No, we’re straight, dude.” How about another 100 dollars? “Well, okay, that‘ll be fine.”

Pretty soon they’re jacking each other off, and then the director has another idea. To make a long story short, roughly 400 dollars later they’re sucking each other and then (usually) one gets fucked and ends up coated in sticky cum. Oddly, when the sex is over and the guys are panting and sweaty (and still naked), the director asks the boys what they thought of their boy-on-boy experience. Almost to a man they say they enjoyed it.

Honestly, I don’t think these guys are faking it. I think they really are cash-strapped straight guys who will do most anything to pay the rent. If these are actors, then start handing out the Oscars, because they are completely believable without any of the false line readings that even the best porn stars have a tendency to deliver. This is too real. So real it has to be real.

My favorite of the hunks is a hot, blonde muscle boy (rare at this site) who brings his buddy in so they can both make a little extra dough. Yes, the usual scenario is followed, but during the blow-job section, the blonde starts rimming his buddy's firm bubble-butt. The surprised director even asks if they’ve done this kind of thing before. “No, no, dude, we’re straight.” When his friend shoves his very large cut cock up the blonde’s ass-hole it only takes about six strokes before the blonde shoots his copious load all over his own stomach. I have to admit, I just love it.

So, how would I describe my visceral reaction to this website; Love it, Don’t care, or Repulsed by it? Well, I think it’s nasty, unusual and very, very erotic in an odd power-hungry sort of way. But there is always a moment while you’re watching these clips when you think to yourself, “Oh, Jesus, this is just wrong.” My roommate can’t watch these clips at all. He says it makes him feel -- and I quote -- “Eckey and Uhggey.” I’m not sure what that means exactly, but I understand the sentiment.

As a side note, I was surfing really bad TV shows on a recent Saturday afternoon and came across a program called That’s Just Wrong. It’s kind of a Jackass rip-off, but one of the things they did on the show was find early twenty-something guys on the street and offer them $20.00 to kiss another straight guy. And they go for it, although one guy did hold out for $40.00. It made me laugh, but it also made me horny. I had to run right to the computer and have a jack-off session to a couple of those Broke Straight Boys.

And this time I didn’t feel either Eckey or Uhggey.






A Few Stills From Broke Straight Boys

I’ve often written here about my passion of the hot, muscular straight boys featured at SeanCody.com. I know Mr. Cody used to be a porn star himself, but even so, how he gets these breeder-boys to talk about their sex life, strip, jack-off, cum -- sometimes play with their assholes, sometimes allow a guy to suck them off, sometimes even get fucked -- how he talks them into doing these things I’ll never know. I'm guessing Sean must be capitalized with a massive amount of front money. And he must give these straight boys a lot of that money to do what he gets them to do.

Two nights ago I was whacking-off to Sean’s website and came across one of the hottest blonde guys I’ve ever seen. He’s a twenty year old stud named Alan, and the second I laid eyes on him (and hands on my cock) I fell in love. A handsome face, a terrific body, a large dick, and fuzzy, untrimmed pubes make him my (nearly) ideal man (Nearly because I like men with hairy chests, which Alan doesn’t have. But -- Fuck! -- I‘ll take what I can get, and this guy is amazing.) And did I mention the light blonde hairs lightly covering Alan’s balls -- also untrimmed? Jesus, it nearly threw me over the edge. And in fact it did throw me over the edge of orgasm. I shot a huge wad when I first saw this kid's hairy nuts. Almost as large a load as he shot at the end of the clip.

By the way, yesterday was my birthday, and if any of you out there are feeling generous, and if any of you know Alan personally, feel free to send him my way as a birthday gift. I solemnly promise to take care of him. I do! I promise to bathe him (with my tongue), feed him (my cock), make sure he has a nice place to sleep (my bed), and love him forever (in so many ways I can’t even start listing them.)

Just keep him away from that fuckin’ razor.

(By the way, I have much larger versions of the Alan montages below. If you'd like to see larger versions, please feel free to email me at axelg58@hotmail.com and I'll be happy to send them to you. I'll just want to hear what you think of them, that's all.)

There’s a hot bartender at one of the gay bars I frequent, who, when I first met him, I found sexy in a very familiar way I couldn’t quite put my finger on (Although there’s a lot about the guy I would like to put my finger on -- if you know what I mean.) Every time I went to the bar when he was tending, I kept trying to figure out why he seemed famliar, how I recognized him.

One evening I was looking at him (not without lust in my eyes, I admit) and suddenly I realized why he seemed so familiar. He looks exactly (and I mean exactly) like straight Euro-porn-stud Tony DeSergio.

DeSergio is one hot cum-machine. I always love seeing him when I rent porn flicks. He has a large cock and he knows how to use it. He appears to love ramming his dick up a wet pussy or ass or mouth, eats snatch like he’s starving, and he shoots massive loads of salty, sticky jizz. He is handsome, well built, and it’s always pleasant to see him naked and turned on.

Now when I look at my local bartender, I no longer see a nice guy (Who -- did I mention? -- is straight even if he does work in a gay bar) serving strong drinks. Instead I see Tony DeSergio pounding some slut’s cunt, pulling out at the last moment and squirting salvo after salvo of dripping cum all over her face and into her mouth.

He must have noticed I’m gazing oddly at him. He probably thinks I have the hots for him (which I kind of do.) I’m sure he doesn’t have any idea I’m thinking about straight sex.

Wouldn’t he be surprised?

Yes, "Soon ... I promise ..." as Stephen Sondheim said in A Little Night Music. I've been unbelievably busy, but I've still been whacking to some great porn in my limited spare time. I'll try and post something about something nasty this week.

Meanwhile, to make up for my absence, here are a couple random shots of hot men I've found while surfing. Not really anything to do with anything, just pictures I collected and liked.

Check back soon. I promise there's more to come!

I was looking back over some of my past posts here at Porn Watcher, and was thinking about the naked pictures of Heath Ledger I posted a few months ago, and the hard-core montage from Colin Farrell‘s amateur fuck video. I was thinking about them, because I just found a montage of Ewan Mac Gregor from the outstanding art film, The Pillow Book.

I saw The Pillow Book years ago when it was first released and loved it. I thought it was an insightful and touching film, but what has stuck in my memory the longest was that Mr. Mac Gregor appeared naked in the movie -- a lot! And it was full frontal. And it was impressive. He has a great big, beautifully shaped dick. And although it never becomes erect in the film, it is still a great big, beautifully shaped dick!

And so finding this montage on the web a couple days ago brought all those terrific memories back. And, besides, I knew you’d want to see it.

So here’s Ewan naked from The Pillow Book. Enjoy.

Okay, there’s recently been a lot of comments here at Porn Watcher about the Brother’s Fucking clip I wrote about on July 28th in the Philadelphia Freedom post. A friend gave me a DVD copy of it without telling me where he found it. A lot of readers wrote in suggesting it came from a lot of different places. Well, I’ve done a little research and found out where the clip actually originated.

It is in fact from Treasure Island Media. It’s the first scene in a film called Swallow.



The Russell Brothers (Tyler and Nick) kiss, suck, fuck until Nick shoots cum all over Tyler‘s face and into his mouth. That’s followed by a six man orgy and the film finishes with a horny couple. As reader Tim told us in his comment under More Brothers & A Lot More Hair below (August 10th posting), these scene are all bareback and feature cum eating, in fact every jizz shot is consumed by one hot guy or another.

The film, directed by Paul Morris, was produced in 2000. Check out more information about Swallow at http://www.treasureislandmedia.com/tivideo/swallow.htm

There is also a link to a page detailing how director Morris discovered the brothers, and it’s kind of fun to read --- and kind of hot. Check it out and enjoy.

Here are a few pictures of the Russell Brothers from Swallow doing what they love doing. Check it and them out.

I love getting emails from readers and recently received one asking quite an interesting question. I was asked if every time I watch a porn film or read a dirty story or serf the net for sex, I write about it here at Porn Watcher. I’m sorry to say the answer is no. There just isn’t enough time for me to write a detailed break-down every time I jack-off to pre-produced porn.

I know if you follow this blog, it may seem like that’s all I am interested in or do. It doesn't appear this way but the truth is I really do have a life and a job and other hobbies. So although I stroke my cock almost everyday, and even though I do look at hot pictures of hard cock, sweaty sex and spurting sperm nearly every day, I just don’t have time to describe every one of my whacking events.

I’m not saying I’m not obsessed with adult material, I am. There just aren’t enough hours in my day to compose a post about every film or picture or story I look at while playing with myself. I wish I could, but I’m afraid you’d get bored for one thing. And, if I wrote about my chicken choking each time I choked the chicken I wouldn’t have time for any chicken choking!

It’s a nasty catch 22, isn’t it?

Okay, I’ll admit it, I’m kind of a foreign movie freak. I love films by Kurosawa, Bergman, Fellini and Fassbinder (Yes, I‘ve even seen all sixteen and a half hours of Berlin Alexanderplatz, and enjoyed every second of it.) I love these movies. And I’m just enough of a snob that I don’t want to see them dubbed. I like subtitles, mostly because I want to hear the actors’ original interpretations of the lines, even if I can’t understand what they’re saying. Often the dubbed foreign films I’ve seen have been translated oddly, so the dialogue almost doesn’t make sense.

But none have been as ludicrously dubbed as a straight Scandinavian porn flick I purchased recently titled What Women Need from Phoenix Releasing. Directed by and starring the blonde bombshell Ingrid Swede, the film dwells too long on exposition dialogue and with setting up scenes, but the sex is hot and nasty, the women slutty in the best possible way, and the sex scenes plentiful (running time is a remarkable 145 minutes.) Other than Ms. Swede the cast is entirely mono-monikered: Pirkoo, Lucika, Angelica, Melica, Ray, Samson, Martin. And did I mention the men are very hot? In fact, I bought the film because of a hot stud wearing a white uniform on the back cover. And, even better for me, I’ve never seen any of these guys before, and with one exception, they’re muscular, handsome and hung. The only problem is there is no way of telling which guy is which, and so it's impossible to figure out which of the hot men is Samson and which is Martin.

I didn’t know Ms. Swede’s work as a director before I got this video, but I’ll be looking for more of her films next time I head to the porn store. A group of four women at a dinner party are discussing what turns them on sexually. That’s the whole plot. Of course we see each of the things that get these ladies going, and some of the sequences are amazingly hot. We see a dildo salesman pitching his wares to a young girl, a woman seducing a boxer in the locker room, a male masseuse who uses more than just his hands, and a women’s private performance by a male stripper is interrupted by her husband who then joins the fun. The finest scene is the finale, and it’s the only time Ms. Swede performs sexually. She is banged by three stunning men, hungrily sucking their large cocks while they’re fucking her in every conceivable position. They end the sequence by dumping load after load of hot jizz all over her. She looks at the camera, the rivulets of cum dripping off her face onto her ample tits, smiles, and then the topper: The work “Slut” is superimposed over her image. Just terrific.

The problem? The English translation used to dub the lines was not written by someone for whom English is a first language. It’s not just that the over lengthy dialogue scenes are boring, that could be true if the film were viewed in Swedish. It’s that grammar and scansion are no where in evidence. We are subjected to such lines as “Let me show to you my many sex toys, which we can then play with and taste.” Or “Sex is many times much fun.”

The actors reading the English translation are heavily accented, mostly with Swedish accents. The exception is for a hot Asian girl who fucks and sucks in the massage scene; for some reason, she has an Italian accent.

I certainly recommend What Women Need. I’m just telling you to watch it with the sound turned off. Imagine what they’re saying to each other. Whatever you make-up will be better than what's actully coming out of their mouths.

A reader named Kevin emailed me yesterday with a comment about the Brother’s Fucking clip I wrote about a few days ago.

I just found your blog, read the article about the Brothers Fucking video clip, and tried - but was unable to leave a response... so I hope you don't mind me replying to you directly.
The clip ISN'T from Sean Cody, but it's listed as such on Limewire, which is a free file sharing service, and where I downloaded the clip.
Coincidentally, I happened to stumble on the true origin of the clip recently: Treasure Island Media (although I haven't been able to find the actual page again at the moment). There, it confirms that the two guys ARE real brothers: it goes into more detail about how it all began, which seems to prove it's genuine. Also, Nick (the older brother) tells some stories of his sexual exploits as a cycle courier: the one with the straight college guy is sizzling!
I hope this has been of help to you.
By the way, I'm a pube fan too! And just in case you're interested you can check out some pics of mine here...
http://www.juicygoo.com/imagecontributions/gallery.php?galleryid=130
...pubes intact!
Have fun!

The pictures of Kevin’s hairy body and huge cock are stunning, so check them out. And, as a preview, here’s another picture of him he took just last night, howling at the full moon.



Thanks, Kevin! For everything!

The Universe is funny sometimes. The other night I wrote about the extraordinary straight classic, I Like To Watch, and all of a sudden today a friend emails me a picture from it without knowing it was from one of my favorite films.

As I said, porn icon Bridgitte Monet (who, we’ve since learned, may or may not have been psycho in real life) would only fuck boyfriend David Cannon on screen. That is, except on two occasions; Once with John Leslie in Talk Dirty To Me 2, and a second time with Mike Horner in I Like To Watch. And that brings us to the picture my buddy sent.

It’s a shot from the final scene in the movie, where Horner and Monet go for it in a television studio. Sure they think no one is watching, but … Here is the picture of Bridgitte blowing Mike. Very hot. And frankly, I’ve never seen this still before, but I‘m thrilled to have it now. If you have any other stills you're willing to share from I Like To Watch I'd love to have them. Throw me an email at axelg58@hotmail.com.

So if you needed any additional motivation to see this fine film, here it is.

I went to the local porn store to go a renting this weekend. I found a terrific gay film from the wonderful folks at Falcon Productions called Taking Flight, Part One. If the sequel is anything like what I saw last night, I’ll be needing two more nights to get all the way through it. Taking Flight has some major structural problems, but in the end it is a cum-buster!

The adorably muscled Jason Adonis plays an airline pilot, and the film follows his sexual escapades as he flies around the world picking up hot men. From London to San Francisco he frequents sleazy night spots and even sleazier bathhouses. While the horny guys he meets at these places are always ready to suck, rim and fuck at the drop of a hat (or at the drop of Adonis' pants), there is just as much cock pumping going on midair during the flight, 30,000 feet up as there is on the ground.

The sexual scenes are uniformly hot and sweaty, but unfortunately also somewhat uniformly formulaic. What happens in the first scene is what happens in the final scene just with different men, every sexual activity occurs in the exact same order in every scene. Yes, the guys are stunningly hot, and what they’re doing is nasty and very enjoyable, but knowing what’s about to happen before it does takes some of the entertainment value out of the experience.

The film predominantly focuses on cock-sucking, heavy rimming (one of my favorite things in a porn flick) and fucking. Those three things happen in each scene, and in that exact order every time. It’s always hot when they begin to go for it, but each time a new activity is shown, it goes on far too long, and I fast-forwarded to the next position change almost every time.

Taking Flight, Part One features four couplings and one extremely nasty group sex sequence with six filthy sex-pigs. What I most liked about this video was the men. There are few twinks in evidence here. These are real men: muscular, unshaven, experienced, nasty and enthusiastic. They know how to enjoy agressive man sex and expect their partner to know how to enjoy it as well. The boner inducing international all-star cast includes Matthew Rush (listed as the star, but only appearing in one scene), Arpad Miklos, Ashley Long, Brad Patton, Corbin Michaels, Dean Monroe, Gus Mattox, Josh Weston (the only member of the cast to be featured in more than one scene), Kent Larson, Maxx Diesel, Nate Alexander, Troy Rebel and many others.

The biggest discovery for me was Collin O’Neal, who fucks Weston in the final scene. Massive muscles, handsome face, hairy chest with large, lickable nipples, everything about this guy is hot. I can’t wait to find more of his videos and see him do much, much more.

Both parts of Taking Flight were directed in 2004 by Chris Steele. Steele, always stunning in his own past sexual appearances, is becoming an adult gay video director to be reckoned with (Watch out Chi Chi LaRue and Jerry Douglass.) He likes men with chest hair and, occasionally, even a full patch of pubes. (Now, Chris, could we please have hairy, unshaved balls and everyone with furry, untrimmed pubes?) All these men obviously love having sex. And even though the sex becomes predictable, this movie is hot. Let’s just hope Taking Flight, Part Two can live up to its predecessor. If it isn’t as hot as this flick, well … that’ll give my cock a nose dive.

Here's a few stills from Taking Flight.

One of my most nostalgic memories of buying a ticket and walking into a theatre and watching a porn movie (and, clandestinely pulling out my cock and jacking-off) was attending a film titled I Like To Watch. First of all, it’s a nearly perfect porn title, and the film perfectly follows suit.

I pulled out my old VHS copy of this fine film two nights ago, and re-enjoyed every second of the provocative dialogue scenes, got off to the hot, nasty sex sequences, and reveled in the memories of seeing these very images on the big screen in my youth.

The plot of this 1982 pot-boiler is somewhat forgettable (the screenplay credit goes to director Paul G. Vatelli.) It involves a young woman, played with complete lack of acting subtly by the beautiful and shapely Bridgitte Monet (who’s real name was Dana Kunath) working for her aunt (Patricia Manning), a negligee designer. That’s the set-up and after that … who cares? What makes this film so strokable is that every sex scene, whether an intimate couple fucking or a three-way orgy, features not just the sex, but someone else watching the hedonists enjoying each other, usually without their knowledge. This starts to make the very concepts of porn watching complicated. We, the audience, are watching someone on the screen watching unaware sexual participants during their most private moments. It is what pornography primarily is all about.


Monet & Cannon

Ms. Monet participates in only three sex sequences, and that’s just fine. No matter which of her films you watch, she was always extremely icy in her fucking. You never got any inkling she was in any way enjoying herself. But she was lovely to look at, had a great body, and wasn’t afraid to show it off. She was something of an anomaly in the porn industry because she limited her onscreen sexual activities to other women or to her boy friend David Cannon (here billed as David Smith.) I Like To Watch is one of only two films in which she breaks her rule (the other is Talk Dirty To Me 2 in which she fucks John Leslie.) Ms. Monet does hump Cannon here, and does a girl-girl scene with the delightful Lisa DeLeeuw, but in the final scene also sucks and fucks the indispensable Mike Horner (often billed, as he is in this movie, as Don Hart.)


Cannon Cums on Monet in I Like To Watch

Kevin James and Little Oral Annie have an unbelievably hot scene; Horner gives us a stunning three-way with Elevna Desantis and Linda Shaw; and even the usually uncompelling Manning is jackable as she gets a face full of cum from Herschel Savage.

This is outstanding classic straight porn. If I were forced to rate I Like To Watch in the list of the finest adult films ever made, I would cheerfully rank it in the top ten.

And, as I said before, watching I Like To Watch brings back terrific memories. I vividly recall sitting in that porn theatre on a weekday afternoon (I was in college at the time) loving every scene in this hot picture, and looking over and seeing a friend sitting two rows behind me, jacking-off. I didn’t freak out seeing him there as I would have had I seen almost anyone else I knew. This friend often hosted group-sex parties at his home that I regularily attended with four or five other people, so seeing him playing with his cock was no great shock. But it confirmed to me I wasn’t the only person in the world who loved this art form known as pornography.

So, I guess if nothing else, this movie taught me that I Like To Watch. That’s certainly something to be grateful for.

I’ve needed new contact lenses for a while and so recently went to an Optometrist I hadn‘t visited before. (And, no, my eyes weren’t failing because I’d been jacking-off watching too much porn. It had been three or four years since my last check up, that‘s all.) My room mate accompanied me to the exam, and as we waited in the receptionist area I filled out the New Patient forms. There was an odd category; "List your hobbies."

I had to stop and think about this question. The usual answers seemed so trite: reading, music, theatre, baseball, cooking, wine. Sure I enjoy all that, but are they my hobbies? I turned to my room mate and asked him what he thought my hobbies are. He pondered for quite a while, then got an odd look on his face, looked at me and earnestly asked, “Porn?”

I guess he nailed it. You just can’t get away from the truth, can you?

So I dutifully wrote down “Reading, music, theatre, baseball, cooking, wine.”