Beatoff Bailey

Ah, Bailey, the little muscle runt. He poses for Playgirl for, ahem, the ladies.

But do the ladies know he hoses himself down at Gay Pride events? Do they know he likes to fuck his best friend in the ass? Do they know he likes to shove a dildo up his ass while jacking off in the shower?

Ah, the ladies. What they don't know could fit in his ass.


I Like Mike

Mike Mentzer
was one of the greatest bodybuilders of all time. If Bob Weider hadn't fixed the Mr. Olympia contests for his ho, er, "client" er, personal protege Arnold Schwarzenegger, we wouldn't have to have suffered through all those Terminator movies; well, those weren't so bad, but the Conan ones? Okay, the rest of them like Jingle All the Way sucked.

And just think, "Kolly-fournya" wouldn't be enduring a cartoon governator now, if Mike had won fair and square.

Here's a video of Mike
posing on the beach. He never posed fully nude, but I think you can tell he had a huge, uh, talent, and even in just a bikini, he was incredibly studly.

I think the mustache had something to do with it; Mike resembled a classic early 20th century muscle man. He and his brother had a natural erotic appeal. Undeniable, no matter what your sexual direction.

Sadly, they both died within days of each other in 2001. For more about Mike, go HERE.


Little Anthony, Jackin

So, one of my earliest posts included a short clip and screencaps of a bushy-eyebrowed "Anthony," jackin' off with his skateboard nearby. I thought it was just some homemade clip, as did 1000s of others, no doubt.

Thanks to blogger A Drab Boiz' Breakfast, this full jackoff clip is available! Whee! Anthony teases, whacks, talks naughty like the slut puppy he is, and shoots an admirable load.

His scene was for PornTeam's This Is Good. The other guys are too twinky for my taste, but check it out if you like.


Dead, you know

Falwell's greatest hits:

“AIDS is not just God's punishment for homosexuals; it is God's punishment for the society that tolerates homosexuals”

"Billy Graham is the chief servant of Satan in America”

“The idea that religion and politics don't mix was invented by the Devil to keep Christians from running their own country”

“If you're not a born-again Christian, you're a failure as a human being”

“The ACLU is to Christians what the American Nazi party is to Jews”

“The whole (global warming) thing is created to destroy America's free enterprise system and our economic stability”

“I do not believe we can blame genetics for adultery, homosexuality, dishonesty and other character flaws”

“(re: 9/11 attacks) "...throwing God out of the public square, out of the schools, the abortionists have got to bear some burden for this because God will not be mocked and when we destroy 40 million little innocent babies, we make God mad...I really believe that the pagans and the abortionists and the feminists and the gays and the lesbians who are actively trying to make that an alternative lifestyle, the ACLU, People for the American Way, all of them who try to secularize America...I point the thing in their face and say you helped this happen."”

“[homosexuals are] brute beasts...part of a vile and satanic system [that] will be utterly annihilated, and there will be a celebration in heaven.”



So, in all my excitement about my scifi-rotica book Q-FAQ's forthcoming release (Amazon says Oct 2007, but it's actually coming out in June; WAIT until you see the cover!!), I forgot to mention a fun sexy anthology in which I have a sexy story, called "Shoot."

His Underwear is an anthology of fictional and real stories by gay men with a common obsession/fetish; underwear!

His Underwear: An Erotic Anthology takes a provocative look at the underwear fetish that is prevalent among gay men. This sexy collection offers erotic takes on the sexual attraction of underwear--and the men who wear it--when underwear plays the starring role in everything from pro wrestling fantasies to lonesome nights in the bunkhouse to a high school reunion. Boxers, briefs, and bikinis inspire steamy encounters in locker rooms, laundry rooms ... even department store changing rooms, in no-holds-barred action that includes jocks, cowboys, and altar boys!

Okay, I don't have an underwear obsession, but I had a fun story ready when the editor queried me. "Shoot" is actually only a third of a novella about a certain handsome Italian supermodel named Tony Saturday, and how I wrangled a pair of shorts from him after a photo shoot for a famous line of skivvies. enjoying the well-packed contents of those famous shorts is the stuff of fiction...at least that's what I have been advised to tell my readers.

My story is the last one in the book, which in Vaudeville terms, means I'm the headliner. But this ain't Vaudeville, it's publishing;

Here's a "review" of sorts, from NY's Edge writer Steve Weinstein, who spends the entire "review" blathering about his own perspective on a brief (get it?) history of underwear itself; superfluous blather. Thanks, Steve, ya doof. He doesn't even cite any specific story, least of all mine, so he probably didn't even read it.

I haven't found any other reviews of it yet, but gay erotica usually sells itself.

Hmm, so, who could this certain Italian supermodel -with a huge uncut cazzo, I might add- be? I'm not telling, am I?

You'll have to BUY and read the book!

No, one of these pics is not him; just looks like him. Hey, I had to get a boner shot in here.


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So I enjoy Celeb Athlete Birthday Suits so much, I joined its brother Yahoo group, Male Celeb Birthday Suits, which focuses on actors and male celebrities, as maked as they've been documented (18+ Yahoo profile required to join).

It's a great way to keep up on male celebs, if you like to know how nekkid they've gotten before a camera. Like many others, I get that special warm feeling inside seeing the human body, particularly if it's someone famous. Who can say why? Fame has an attraction, especially when the famous show their dicks and butts.

One guy who's always had a special place in my groin is Bill Cable, and thanks to this group, I found out that today would be his birthday (born May 2, 1946), if he hadn't died in a motorcycle crash in 1998.

Sad to know that had this stud worn a helmet, he might be alive today.

Of course, you may know him from the famous "Victoriana" photo shoot in a 1974 Playgirl, in which he posed nude with the model-actress who later became Elvira. Cool.

But before that, Bill posed nude in late issues of Physique Pictorial, and in an early issue of Colt magaine's special publication devoted solely to him! Like the short silent film, now on DVD as Rip Colt's Private Files, and the obscure 80s gay porn flick Bijou, Bill, despite being quite hung, never gets a stiff hard erection in these shoots.

In the trippy 80s gay porn film Bijou, he seems out of it in a sloppy 4-man orgy scene, and never really has sex or does anything. Sad. In the Rip Colt shorty, he only lounges about a pool, and only in the last shot, gets hard while feigning phone sex with another guy (shot elsewhere.)

He had bit parts in Pee-Wee's Big Adventure (as a cop with like one line), and as the murdered guy in the thriller Basic Instinct, which ended up known more for its protests by gay activists at the 1990(?) Academy Awards.

But a few lesser known credits for Bill Cable include a few hardcore straight photo shoots in which he proves his interest in the female of the species, and one lost hardcore flick by Carlos Tobalina, called Last Tango in Acapulco. It's allegedly a ripoff of Marlon Brando's Last Tango in Paris, but with him in real X-rated scenes with porn actress Becky Sharpe. Too bad no copies of it exist that I know of. I'd pay plenty to see Bill in some hot fucking action.

Bill must have gotten along with Tobalina, because he later wrote an R- or X-rated film What's Love? I read somewhere it's a precursor to Boogie Nights, a porn about making porn. Man, where the hell are these movies?

Last I heard, Bill had been - get this- been pals with Christian Brando, Marlon's son, providing him with drugs and women, (downward spiral, anyone?) and was with him when the young Brando accidentally killed Frances Ford Coppolla's son in a speedboat crash.

Anyway, his life was filled with sexuality and controversy; he posed happily in fashion ads for campy underwear and caftans, with a boner, and in tamer stuff.

All the while, he remains one of the most handsome models of the 20th century, if I do say so.

And I do.