UnderWhere

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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Cable-gram

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.