Gays of a certain age may recall olden times when a hot shirtless guy on TV would make your nether parts tingle, but the fleeting image passed and left you astounded. There were no screencaps or DVR, let alone VHS copies to make. Studly actors on The Wild Wild West, Time Tunnel, Maverick and other shows would briefly stroll by the camera, which included a full past the waist angle, and.. Oh my lord! Did I jut see that?
Yep VPL, a term we had yet to learn as Visible Penis Line.
I now prefer SCB, or Surprise Cock Bulge.
Fashions of the 1970s lent themselves to rock stars. Westerns and action flix showed of swimsuit-clad divers, lanky cowboys whose low-slung gunbelts shoved their bulges front and center. It was hot.
It was also, I believe, intentional.
Think of all the directors, cinematographers and actors ho were gay, or swung both ways. Statistically, those bulge shots spanned decades. What inspires me more is later discovering that a studly action hero, say Kerwin Matthews, was gay, gives reviewing their films with a justified erotic eye. Yes, I could have blown Aladdin. Cool.
One of these many hunks of yore was Ken Clark. We first enjoyed his dancing singing denim dick display in South Pacific as Stewpot. My preteen musical theatre joy blended with fascination as Clark even adjusts his jeans to show off his ball bulge.
Clark, with a lean swagger and ruddy face, plus the chaff of blond hair,
killed it with bulge and swimsuit hotness in the last act of the
classic B-horror flick Attack of the Giant Leeches. You gotta be quick;
lower right-hand shot in a living room and the spender of his swimsuit
scene includes a hunky shirtless pal, and a lineup of bloated local
officials barely disguising their interest in Clark's hotness.
I'll lead you down the Hollwood hunk rabbit hole with three other much better organized tributes to Ken Clark and his shirtless scenes.
They include Poseiden's Underworld,
Brian's Drive-In Theatre,
and TubeDreams each which will spring wood and appreciation.
One film in particular that I have yet to find, other than lobby cards as Ringo Del Nebraska in Italian, is Nebraska Jim, which promises more chest porn than Clint Walker in Cheyenne. Bootlegs welcome, with requests as trade.
Several of Clark's full films are on YouTube. A few apparent treasures, like The spy movies are fun, and he has a few towel-clad, shirtless and smooch sessions, all too brief, in those.
Not so much into his later work, including going Mongol in Hercules flix I long ago watched, not knowing that villain was the stud of previous years. Still, even in his later years, the idea of finally seeing what he's got in that package would be thrilling.
I imagine it to be more wondrous in length than girth, the kind of dick that tickles your epiglottis while deep-throating. Or, when he fucks you, it hits your prostate right on the mark. Of course, you ejaculate on that hairy chest and lick it up, your tongue swirling through that bed of manliness.
I had assumed, because of his nude beefcake shots, that he may have been gay, or trade, at least. But bios list the late actor as having a family with three kids. Good on him. I hope he banged the tickles into his wife and probably earlier and abundant sex partners, with what apparently was a significant tool.
Now you'll exclude me, but I'm off to find straight porn with blond slim studs, and watch it paired with Ken Clark's beefcake shots. Maybe I'll make some screencaps. Toodles!
Here's my random gallery of dozens of hot Ken Clark pics: