Let’s Get Off On Whatever Turns Ya On

What turns you on? That’s the premise of Bijou classic Whatever Turns Ya On starring Jim Cassidy as an open-minded escort. This clever plot-driven film tells the story of Jim and his clientele’s tastes. From wild to mild, Jim is the go to guy when it comes to getting your fetish on, no matter what it may be. The four scene film isn’t all that cohesive, but viewers will get the idea once the interaction between Jim and Laurent makes its way to the stage. As it turns out, the film is a collection of scenes Jim has put together. A “long time coming,” the films represent the fetishes Jim has indulged for his clients. From weird to raunchy, Whatever Turns Ya On runs the gamut. There’s leather, urine, flogging, humiliation, boot licking, extreme penetration-the list goes on and on…

The question for this fine looking sex worker is, what turns him on? Scene four is by far the best scene of the film and the only one with continuous audio (believe me, they get pretty vocal). Jim turns out to have another job as a pool guy. It’s a sunny California Friday when we meet Jim and his new co-worker by the pool. I seriously wish I could tell you who the other un-credited model (now I can’t be certain, but he could very well be Dakota judging from his necklace) is because he is a fine example of grade A beefcake. Oh, and did I mention his perfect tan line? Just let that sink in.

Jim and Blondie (so we’ll call our un-credited hunk “Blondie”) take a quick smoke break while the pool settles before vacuuming and discuss their weekend plans. It just so happens that Blondie’s girl Alice is going to be out of town. How convenient. Of course we know that Jim is going to accept Blondie’s invitation to come over for some cold ones later. Who wouldn’t? I know exactly what gorgeous, chiseled, mind-blowingly handsome men want when they invite you over for a beer on a Friday night and it sure as hell ain’t some friendly bro time.

Fantasy suddenly becomes reality as Blondie wastes no time getting Jim out of his knickers. Christ, the guy didn’t even get a sip of his beer before that golden haired Adonis started his advances. In moments, the pair have stripped down and are off to the bedroom. I would like to take a moment to appreciate this room. I love that color they chose for the bedding, and that lamp! This is classy room if I do say so myself.

Moving on; Jim and Blondie obviously had some pent-up sexual aggression to get out of their systems. It’s beautiful to watch these two in action. All that skin, and muscle, and dick is driving me crazy at this point. I was totally expecting a sexy bareback fuck to go down in this scene, but instead we get a sexy bareback flip fuck! Yes sir, Jim and Blondie can’t get enough. Doesn’t everyone love dudes who can both give and take?

To tie up the scene in a pretty white ribbon, you’ll be quite impressed with the ribbons of cum erupting from Jim Cassidy as he rides Blondie’s dick reverse cowboy. The only thing missing in this glorious segment is Blondie’s mess of man milk; I think he spilled that deep inside his work buddy’s hole.

If you are looking for some classic visual candy, Whatever Turns Ya On is it. Just look at the interaction between these two he-men as they worship each other’s bodies and dicks. I know I really enjoyed this flick, even the weird-ass butterfly and net fetish. Don’t ask, just watch on GayHotMovies.com.

Make sure to follow me on Twitter and Tumbler too!

Catch ya later cum catchers,

-The Otter

Let’s Get Off On Whatever Turns Ya On

What turns you on? That’s the premise of Bijou classic Whatever Turns Ya On starring Jim Cassidy as an open-minded escort. This clever plot-driven film tells the story of Jim and his clientele’s tastes. From wild to mild, Jim is the go to guy when it comes to getting your fetish on, no matter what it may be. The four scene film isn’t all that cohesive, but viewers will get the idea once the interaction between Jim and Laurent makes its way to the stage. As it turns out, the film is a collection of scenes Jim has put together. A “long time coming,” the films represent the fetishes Jim has indulged for his clients. From weird to raunchy, Whatever Turns Ya On runs the gamut. There’s leather, urine, flogging, humiliation, boot licking, extreme penetration-the list goes on and on…

The question for this fine looking sex worker is, what turns him on? Scene four is by far the best scene of the film and the only one with continuous audio (believe me, they get pretty vocal). Jim turns out to have another job as a pool guy. It’s a sunny California Friday when we meet Jim and his new co-worker by the pool. I seriously wish I could tell you who the other un-credited model (now I can’t be certain, but he could very well be Dakota judging from his necklace) is because he is a fine example of grade A beefcake. Oh, and did I mention his perfect tan line? Just let that sink in.

Jim and Blondie (so we’ll call our un-credited hunk “Blondie”) take a quick smoke break while the pool settles before vacuuming and discuss their weekend plans. It just so happens that Blondie’s girl Alice is going to be out of town. How convenient. Of course we know that Jim is going to accept Blondie’s invitation to come over for some cold ones later. Who wouldn’t? I know exactly what gorgeous, chiseled, mind-blowingly handsome men want when they invite you over for a beer on a Friday night and it sure as hell ain’t some friendly bro time.

Fantasy suddenly becomes reality as Blondie wastes no time getting Jim out of his knickers. Christ, the guy didn’t even get a sip of his beer before that golden haired Adonis started his advances. In moments, the pair have stripped down and are off to the bedroom. I would like to take a moment to appreciate this room. I love that color they chose for the bedding, and that lamp! This is classy room if I do say so myself.

Moving on; Jim and Blondie obviously had some pent-up sexual aggression to get out of their systems. It’s beautiful to watch these two in action. All that skin, and muscle, and dick is driving me crazy at this point. I was totally expecting a sexy bareback fuck to go down in this scene, but instead we get a sexy bareback flip fuck! Yes sir, Jim and Blondie can’t get enough. Doesn’t everyone love dudes who can both give and take?

To tie up the scene in a pretty white ribbon, you’ll be quite impressed with the ribbons of cum erupting from Jim Cassidy as he rides Blondie’s dick reverse cowboy. The only thing missing in this glorious segment is Blondie’s mess of man milk; I think he spilled that deep inside his work buddy’s hole.

If you are looking for some classic visual candy, Whatever Turns Ya On is it. Just look at the interaction between these two he-men as they worship each other’s bodies and dicks. I know I really enjoyed this flick, even the weird-ass butterfly and net fetish. Don’t ask, just watch on GayHotMovies.com.

Make sure to follow me on Twitter and Tumbler too!

Catch ya later cum catchers,

-The Otter

Let’s Get Off On Whatever Turns Ya On

What turns you on? That’s the premise of Bijou classic Whatever Turns Ya On starring Jim Cassidy as an open-minded escort. This clever plot-driven film tells the story of Jim and his clientele’s tastes. From wild to mild, Jim is the go to guy when it comes to getting your fetish on, no matter what it may be. The four scene film isn’t all that cohesive, but viewers will get the idea once the interaction between Jim and Laurent makes its way to the stage. As it turns out, the film is a collection of scenes Jim has put together. A “long time coming,” the films represent the fetishes Jim has indulged for his clients. From weird to raunchy, Whatever Turns Ya On runs the gamut. There’s leather, urine, flogging, humiliation, boot licking, extreme penetration-the list goes on and on…

The question for this fine looking sex worker is, what turns him on? Scene four is by far the best scene of the film and the only one with continuous audio (believe me, they get pretty vocal). Jim turns out to have another job as a pool guy. It’s a sunny California Friday when we meet Jim and his new co-worker by the pool. I seriously wish I could tell you who the other un-credited model (now I can’t be certain, but he could very well be Dakota judging from his necklace) is because he is a fine example of grade A beefcake. Oh, and did I mention his perfect tan line? Just let that sink in.

Jim and Blondie (so we’ll call our un-credited hunk “Blondie”) take a quick smoke break while the pool settles before vacuuming and discuss their weekend plans. It just so happens that Blondie’s girl Alice is going to be out of town. How convenient. Of course we know that Jim is going to accept Blondie’s invitation to come over for some cold ones later. Who wouldn’t? I know exactly what gorgeous, chiseled, mind-blowingly handsome men want when they invite you over for a beer on a Friday night and it sure as hell ain’t some friendly bro time.

Fantasy suddenly becomes reality as Blondie wastes no time getting Jim out of his knickers. Christ, the guy didn’t even get a sip of his beer before that golden haired Adonis started his advances. In moments, the pair have stripped down and are off to the bedroom. I would like to take a moment to appreciate this room. I love that color they chose for the bedding, and that lamp! This is classy room if I do say so myself.

Moving on; Jim and Blondie obviously had some pent-up sexual aggression to get out of their systems. It’s beautiful to watch these two in action. All that skin, and muscle, and dick is driving me crazy at this point. I was totally expecting a sexy bareback fuck to go down in this scene, but instead we get a sexy bareback flip fuck! Yes sir, Jim and Blondie can’t get enough. Doesn’t everyone love dudes who can both give and take?

To tie up the scene in a pretty white ribbon, you’ll be quite impressed with the ribbons of cum erupting from Jim Cassidy as he rides Blondie’s dick reverse cowboy. The only thing missing in this glorious segment is Blondie’s mess of man milk; I think he spilled that deep inside his work buddy’s hole.

If you are looking for some classic visual candy, Whatever Turns Ya On is it. Just look at the interaction between these two he-men as they worship each other’s bodies and dicks. I know I really enjoyed this flick, even the weird-ass butterfly and net fetish. Don’t ask, just watch on GayHotMovies.com.

Make sure to follow me on Twitter and Tumbler too!

Catch ya later cum catchers,

-The Otter

The Erotic, Crazy, Freakshow Adventures Of Hercules In A Nut Shell

Shit is about to get weird. The Erotic Adventures of Hercules is a film you are not going to find very easily anywhere but GayHotMovies.com. Believe me, I checked. It’s not even available at Bijou, its own provider! So let me tell you I was just about as excited to find out about this film as I was discovering my first gay porn magazine many moons ago. Why, you may ask? Because it’s a classic, and it’s fucking weird; don’t let this soft-core box cover fool you.

Just look at these opening credits. Seriously, it’s like Clash of the Titans and Jason and the Argonauts. I’m surprised there wasn’t any wacky claymation minotaurs or anything. Once the credits are over, the audience is transported to a rocky beach where the story begins. I think the narrator didn’t get the narration part in The Ten Commandments starring Charlton Heston. That man was hot-no wonder Anne Baxter was always moaning “Moses, Moses, Moses.” Jeez Louise! And moving on…

So we’ve got Hercules, the ocean, and animal hide loin cloths. Cut to a palace. Here we meet a super creepy old dude with a bucket of KFC who is actually King Casmer and he’s got some damn cute boys at his fingertips. Check out the one with the fan. Although it’s just beginning, I ask myself “When was this made?” It looks like a Rodgers and Hammerstein Cinderella made for TV in the sixties. The colors are wonderful!

Nothin’ like a bucket-a-chicken and some head from one of your slaves, eh? I’m getting kind of hungry. Spoiler alert, there is a lot of “soft serve” in this flick. The king doesn’t really get hard, but still cums buckets in the boy’s mouth who then spits it into a chalice. This blowjob really did amp up the perversion rating of The Erotic Adventures of Hercules.

As the narrator continues, King Casmer is going to send a young prince to tempt his arch rival Hercules and destroy him. We meet the prince as he and the king drink some wine. He’s kind of cute-blonde hair, mustache, blue eyes. He kind of looks like Luke Harding aka Aden Stone? Of course he’ll be handsomely compensated for his troubles with jewels and treasure to destroy Herc.

Luke’s better looking.

What a lovely soundtrack. I really want to know what beach was this filmed on. Sure Prince, just wash up nekked on the rocky shore, Hercules will rescue you. Ah, what a sweet, smooth, nubile youth. Oh so succulent; just smack him in the face to wake him up. Stop using your hand and use your dick Herc! Oh, thanks for saving me! Back in Hercules’ lair, Prince sets to work “I mean I just regained consciousness, but let me caress your muscular body and suck yo dick!” There is a lot of static in the soundtrack at this point, but it is so worth listening to. Who got paid to dub this freakshow? Hercules kind of has this whole fifties bodybuilder look going on, like he should be in Physique Pictoral, and this pleases me.

To mention the soundtrack once again, this is the kind of music you frolic to and the voice over dubbing is so sensationally bad. In this scene I’ll admit it’s not really the best blowjob I’ve ever seen. Hercules does cum in the prince’s mouth, but what is with all this soft serve so far? Doesn’t anyone get a raging hard-on in this movie? And now they cuddle. I’d also like to point out that the prince has real fancy belt on. Moments later the pair are grinding. It’s kind of weird and I feel like I’m intruding. Here’s the DL: Herc’s trying to get hard again, Prince whimpers. Is he in him? Nope, just grinding. Finally we have some fucking! The prince is a total bottom bitch and Herc fucks his hole raw, pulls out and shoots another copious load. He even got jizz on the deer skin rug. Who’s going to clean that up? A+ for stamina Hercules!

I forgot what the prince was sent to do when this happens. They are NOT going to get it on for a third time! Wait! The thirst is real for this prince as he starts sucking on Hercules rod again. Needless to say the audience is treated to another dispassionate blow, another creamy load down the prince’s throat. That’s a lot of cum and the sheer amount Hercules has produced in such a short period of time is pretty hot actually.

Hercules must be so tired. The prince really “took it out of him” and it’s off to dreamland. Next thing ya know he’s bound in chains and shackles. Did the prince slip him a Mickey? King Creeper is back and gloating over his prize. He whips and flogs Herc while the prince and one of the kings boys start to get it on while he watches. I’m sensing the prince probably has a thing for Herc or vise versa, but I could be wrong.

This cocksucker with the dark hair and ‘stache is pretty sexy. Check out those chops!

There is too much soft serve in this film.

As we continue our adventure, viewers will be treated to some passionate osculation followed by more sucking at the feet of the king whilst Herc looks on. These guys love grinding and the old dude is contentedly jerking off to this. He’s truly got a greedy gullet, that prince. He really gets to it on the slave boy, who is cute, but I thought he’d have a bigger cock. It also looks like the king’s advisor dude whom we met earlier has joined the party too to jerk off as well.

Now this is the guy I’ve been waiting for. Finding Hercules bound and chained, a little muscle lad walks right up and likes what he sees. He immediately begins worshiping Herc with his hands and mouth. As he is going to town on the subdued giant, the creepy-ass adviser guy just lifts up the youth’s loin cloth and slips his dick in. How rude, but Little Muscle Lad doesn’t care. Prince unleashes his white lava in the slave’s mouth as this fuck-fest continues on the floor. Time for a cum swap! The Erotic Adventures of Hercules has more loads blown directly into mouths than any other film I’ve seen in a while. What I mean is the spunk is literally sucked out of the guys, no jerking off to finish, just dick in mouth. Back to Herc’s neck of the woods; the adviser unloads his contribution and Muscle Lad doesn’t even care. He’s too busy milking Herc’s cock until he explodes.

There is a lot of cum in these guys’ mouths.

Now for a threesome! Mustache Boy fucks Muscle Lad, who sports some nice foreskin in a fleshy roll about, at the feet of the king and Mustache Boy cums after pulling out. It’s a decent fuck to watch, and my only issue was that it was too bad the Muscle Lad didn’t cum. I was really hoping for that.

To finish things up I’ll make this brief. Everyone is passed out and Hercules (with the help of the gods) unchains himself to exact his revenge. He slaughters everyone, even the prince who I believe thought Herc loved him and would take him away before he met his fate. Oh, and Herc kept that belt?

Since The Erotic Adventures of Hercules is only available on GayHotMovies.com, you should really head on over and watch it. I’m so happy I got to review such an off the wall classic and share it with you. Remember to follow me on Twitter and Tumblr too!

Catch ya later cum catchers

-The Otter

Breakdown: A Rare Glimpse Of Pride Gone By In This Classic

The Gay Freedom Day Committee led the throngs of participants down Market Street during the 1978 Gay Pride Parade in San Francisco. This spectacular display remains the mother of all Pride parades although it took place thirty-seven years ago. Here in the city by the bay, the first rainbow flags made their debut; at the time there were eight stripes on the flag, now simplified to six. This was also another milestone year when openly gay Supervisor Harvey Milk, having received plenty of threats on his life, rode the parade route in an open car waving to the crowds. Sadly, just one day shy of five full months later, he would be gunned down in City Hall along with Mayor George Moscone by Dan White, thus becoming a martyr for the LGBTQ rights movement. On that day, however, June 28th commemorates the Stonewall riots of New York City just eight years before, everything was gloriously gay in every sense of the word.

Harvey Milk

Breakdown director John Travis was there that beautiful, sunny San Francisco day. What a better day to celebrate a community bursting at the seams to be heard, and what better a day to celebrate over a decade of sexual revolution. In Breakdown, we have some rare footage from that Pride. Of course, it makes me wonder how many people even know this footage exists, or if it has ever been used in any films or documentaries. The scene is titled “The Big Parade” and I can tell you, it surprised me and surpassed my expectations. I had stumbled across the film before and read that there was some retro Pride parade footage in the film; what I did not know was that it was the 1978 parade, and that it was not stock footage.

If anything, seek out Breakdown on GayHotMovies.com from Bijou Classics to get a glimpse of one of the most outstanding Pride parades ever, and then go do some research for yourself as to why June is such a special month for all members of our community. It is so important that we remember what came before us so that we can continue our fight for equality. Perhaps you will be inspired this Pride season to fly your colors a little higher and raise your voice a little louder.

Now on to the sex.

After the ”The Big Parade,” we have a hot scene between a mustachioed go-go man and one of the guys who attended the parade. These guys really celebrate in a sloppy free for all involving some intense acrobatics to boot. Also, take a moment to appreciate the hunky dancer’s Levi’s; that’s right, he made sure to wear those out in all the right places in the shower with a wire brush (a common practice in the seventies to accentuate your bulge).

Far away from the parade, a business man finds himself stranded in the countryside. Along come two buck naked equestrians upon their painted ponies. The strangers might not be able to fix the guy’s pretty blue car, but they can do a whole lot more than ride bareback. Check out this scene which gives the film its title Breakdown.

The third and final scene is a far cry from our first and second scenes. “Sling-A Leather Fantasy” made me either want to cry or fuck. Seriously, this juxtaposition of a couple in bed and then in an alternate leather fantasy is a bit difficult to describe. What I can tell you is that it is in no way gentle as the muscle bound couple take whatever they want from each other. From some serious dick to face slapping, chest pounding, and nearly wrestling, this duo packs a wallop in a load after load dream come true. All this, and it is set to an amazing disco soundtrack.

Happy Pride to one and all! Get on over to GayHotMovies.com, the website where you will find Exactly What You’re Looking For.

Remember to follow me on Twitter and Tumblr!

Catch ya later cum catchers,

The Otter

“Hunk” Is Just One Of The Many Words To Describe Rex Morgan’s Perfection

If there was ever a god among men in the world of retro gay porn, Rex Morgan would have to be one of my top picks. In case you are not familiar with Rex, I suggest you take a long, hard look at the image below. The man is massive! I could easily serve a banquet for sixteen across that expanse of shoulders. Shall we take in all of what makes Rex Morgan a Hunk? From his handsome face, sparkling blue eyes, and boyish grin to his classic stache, Rex easily makes me weak in the knees. Below his chiseled jaw line and powerful neck is an incredibly built physique. Every single centimeter of Rex is unbelievable. His sheer mass alone could stop a train; he’s the kind of man you can climb like Mt. Everest, and I would not mind one bit being thrown around like a worn out, little rag doll by Rex Morgan. The man’s arms alone are bigger than my waist! I would like to give his parents an award for joining together their DNA.

Of course the lead role in the plot driven 1985 film Hunk deservingly went to Morgan. This gem of a production, directed by Robert Walters, from Bijou Classics really caught my attention. OK, maybe it was just Rex that caught my attention. I love him. During this period in gay porn cinema history, we saw so many films with a heavy plot base. Exploring gay culture was definitely a theme, and through adult films the audience could catch a glimpse of how others like themselves interacted. Not only could porn get you off, it also had the power to educate, even enlighten viewers. Hunk illustrates this marriage of ideas beautifully.

The film opens with Marc Bennett and Cody Rogers in the full throes of passion. Combining a perfect bedroom, awesome soundtrack, and some intense bareback action, the first scene of Hunk already gets you going. Marc Bennett’s gorgeous body works in overdrive on Cody’s softer physique. The cum shots are great, the short bit of dialogue where Marc excuses himself to “pick up” his old college buddy from the airport sets up the plot, and the best part is Marc’s goodbye kiss to Cody. Who hasn’t put their fuck buddy’s limp, satiated, exhausted dick in their mouth before sayin’ “catch ya later”?

Rex Morgan doesn’t look good in clothes. There, I said it. Waiting outside the airport our hero looks a tad uncomfortable in his too tight tweed, but he’ll be out of it soon enough. At this point, just after the credits have rolled, we finally get what this movie is going to be about. We learn that Rex and Marc had gone to college together, and that Rex is staying with him until he finds an apartment there in Hollywood. I have to admit, Rex Morgan really does play a lovable Midwestern oaf whose innocence is palpable throughout the scene. The self-described freethinking hulk is going to be a mystery. Is he, or isn’t he?

Now who wouldn’t want to be in bed with this man? I can only imagine what it’d be like to snuggle up against Rex’s beefy body in the morning…After morning chit chat and plans for the day, Rex’s morning shave is interrupted (take a moment to really appreciate that bathroom) by slack jawed “Flower Pusher” delivery boy Kevin Bradley. The brief dialogue and sexual innuendos between the two regarding the apartment mix up is pretty great. It isn’t long before Rex gets his first glimpse of what goes on behind doors in Hollywood.

At this point, I could not really care less about the sex going on, I’m here for Rex. Brief synopsis, Rex happens upon Cliff Ryder giving Kevin Bradley (the delivery boy) a blowjob through his ajar front door. Sexy Rexy smiles and shakes his head leaving the couple to their business. Cliff and Kevin suck, move to the bedroom, and fuck. Highlights include some interesting positions, a touch of autofellatio, and some sexy cum shots!

Back to my man! Rex has been pounding the pavement in search of a place to live, but it’s the heads this Hunk turns that are worth writing home about. I love this sequence for so many reasons: Rex’s outfit is perfect, the guy wiping out on his bike is great, an altercation between a couple draws a chuckle, but best of all is a certain cameo…

This is by far my favorite part of Hunk and also makes me want to listen to Peaches’ song Hanky Code (“Red to the wrist! Give it a twist…”). As Rex makes his way past a red hanky-sporting stud, the poor guy drops his groceries. SURPRISE! It’s all Crisco!

The montage continues as the hunk witnesses a blowjob in an elevator before taking a look at a potential pad. Now this is a scene I could really wrap my lips around. Vince Thomas is a horny building manager eager on helping Rex’s body out, and not in the gym located in the complex. Looks like our corn fed middle-America boy really is open minded. Vince expertly sucks off Rex teasing his nipples and worshiping his gorgeous body while working his own meaty uncut tool. If this scene doesn’t get you hard and dripping, I don’t know what will. Rex blows his wad which Vince has no problem cleaning up before he himself busts a nut onto the freshly cleaned carpets. Hot.

Back at home Marc and Rex are a picture of domesticity ripped from the May 1957 issue of Good Housekeeping. It’s a ridiculously saccharin moment that makes me totally jealous. Grrr.

Today Hunk is going to look at a coach house for rent. A coach house, that always reminds me of Sabrina. Poor Sabrina Fair watching from her spot in the tree as David Larrabee flirts and romances all the society girls she isn’t. Moving on. Marc has just got to do something about his glorious mane. (Iit kind of reminds me of James Spader’s iconic do in Pretty In Pink, which would debut a year later in 1986.) Thankfully, Rich Thompson has opened the shop early and I think we all know what’s about to happen next.

Rich certainly knows how to treat his clients. After sharing a “cigarette” and discussing Marc’s crush on Rex, Rich gets down to helping his friend out. Poor Marc hasn’t cum in a week, so naturally Rich’s advances are welcome. Marc really does have a great body and this scene really shows it off as he and Rich go at in on the barber’s chair. It doesn’t take long for him to blow a load all over his stylist’s face either.

And that is hardly the end of it. Marc is still raging hard and ready to fuck. Rich strips down revealing a totally sexy, well muscled bod. He just looks different in clothes; skinnier. There is a lot of cum in this scene as Rich lets out bolt of white lightning onto Marc’s chest.

AND it’s still not over! Rich bends over for Marc’s perma-rection for a solid raw fuck that really stands out. The sex is hard, bare, and satisfyingly sordid. Both studs cum again in a beauteous finale that would make me late for work too.

Rex is gonna take a look at that coach house, if the landlord can find the keys. This is quite a mash up of a scene as Rex explores the sex party happening in the main house; Dane Ford and Jimmy Jagger sixty-nine on the kitchen floor until releasing their mutual loads while Billy Joe Evans, Malchor Agular, and Tony Kennedy engage in a threesome upstairs. Back downstairs Jesse Koehler tops Chris Allen on an amazing plaid sofa.

 

All this sex is really getting to Rex because he can’t take his eyes off all the action. He’s so cute sitting on the steps watching like a little boy.

That was something!

I am just disgusted with the adorableness of this final scene. Yes, it’s too adorable. It’s like watching baby otters on YouTube for me. Rex is making dinner for Marc at home in their lovely kitchen, in their lovely cookware, and looking irresistible in his striped tee when “honey I’m home” Marc walks in sporting his handsome work suit. I am so jealous right now.

An elegant candle lit dinner for two is all it takes for the pair to open up about their feelings for each other. Hold on, I think I need a tissue, and not for the reason I thought I would when I started this film.

I think I just realized that no one has kissed at all in this movie. Like really. A romantic scene such as this requires some intense kissing, but I’ll settle for the guys stripping off each other’s clothes before getting down and dirty.

STOP! Finally, look, kissing.

I can only imagine what it would be like to get it on with Rex. The couple has a great time with some mutual masturbation resulting in the first cum shots of the scene. Shortly thereafter, we move on to some hot oral performed by Marc that Rex can’t seem to get enough of. Then it’s time for what we’ve all been waiting for. Rex gives Marc a serious dicking in this final scene that you just have to see for yourself. He literally fucks the cum out of Marc, then shoots his own spunk onto his new love’s balls.

What a splendid movie. I highly suggest you get on over to GayHotMovies.com right now and watch Hunk from Bijou. You will not be disappointed!

Remember to follow me here, as well as on Twitter and Tumblr.

Catch ya later cum catchers!

-The Otter

Business In The Front, Porno In The Back

Oh yeah, you bet I rocked one back in the early 90’s, perhaps you did too? Or perhaps you wear your hair in a mullet now? To me the mullet is fascinating. They’re kind of like a beard on the back of your head. This incredible hairstyle was the epitome of fashion for an all too brief period of time yet still resonates today as a symbol of many things. The Corey’s wore them, as did one of my all time favorite actors, Patrick Swayze. They’re synonymous with trailer trash, 80’s rock, and lesbians; you decide if these are good or bad things, I’m not juding. If anyone has the confidence to strut their stuff whilst the wind gently caresses those treasured locks, you go gurl. More power to ya! Add some a sick tramlines, fade, or even some beads to that luscious mane and the world will stand in awe of you. I salute those who carry the torch high and bright, for without them the audacious mullet (like an extinct creature) might only be a memory.

But why did the mullet even exist? Was it a real life Cinderella tale for hair, how necessity is indeed the mother of invention? Were people’s necks really that cold? No matter how the style came about I sure am glad it did. For what would gay porn be without it? Any porn for that matter!

So here is MY top list for Tuesday April 7th 2015… The Otter’s top ten mullets.

10. Peter Wilder gets WILD without mussing his manicured tresses in “Pay To Play 2” from Vivid Man.

**********

9. This unidentified cum whore with a sleek and smooth style that has me ready to shoot a load down his greedy gullet in 3rd World Video’s “Chain Of Command – Uncensored”.

**********

8. There are so many to choose from in Vivid Man’s “Hot Summer Knights” I could hardly choose! So here is double the pleasure with Andrew Michaels and friend!

 

**********

7. Here’s a mouthful “Dirk Yates Private Amateur Collection Volume 22” from All Worlds Video packs a punch, and some great do’s. Let’s pull out the old VHS camcorder and have Jean here put on a show.

**********

6. It was hard deciding if I liked Jean more than Bill, but when it came down to it, I just have a feeling Bill smells like the fine combination of cigarette smoke, motor oil, and stale beer. It was a tough choice but you you should see Bill in “Workin’ Men Videos #2” from Workin’ Men Videos.

**********

5. Don’t let that face fool you, Angel Spheres’ is a naughty punk who wants to show you how he unloads his spunk in “Rocker Sex 2” from Alternadudes.

 

**********

4. I had to get this guy on my list. Blake McDonald’s neck curled neck fringe is getting me in the mood for all sorts of things that would make your sluttiest best friend blush. Watch him in action in “Bullet Videopac 12: Black Bullet” from Bijou Classics.

**********

3. Andrew James Jr. might be a nasty boy in Lucas Entertainment’s “Piss Slut’s” but that still wouldn’t stop me from grabbing hold of that pup’s filthy coiffure and fucking him like a rag doll.

**********

2. Fran’s positively adorable piggy tail in BearFilms.com’s “Bear Camp”. C’mon, just look at how fucking cute he is! Woof!

**********

1.Erick Travis’ glorious golden mane in Renegade’s “Breakthrough” or as I am now calling it “Breakthrough To My Heart”! This 6 ft. tall muscle bound cowboy’s Rapunzel-esque locks are breathtaking. This is a must watch, if not only for the hair, the sets, or the sex, you have to witness Travis’ performance as the narrator!

However, my all time favorite mullet has to be Jane Child’s. Seriously it was amazeballs, go watch the video for her classic hit “I Don’t Want To Fall In Love” and bask in the glow of its utter gorgeousness.

That was quite the list, I hope you enjoyed it, and get your cock over to GayHotMovies.com to witness the glory.

Remember to keep reading and follow me on Twitter, and on Tumblr.

Catch ya later cum catchers,

-The Otter

A Shoe Commercial Featuring A Lot Of Hot Sex

In this plot driven classic of yore, we follow Gavin Geoffrey (the poet and artist Gavin Geoffrey Dillard) as he is sexually awakened to the pleasures of man on man SEX! Films like “Track Meet” from Bijou paved the way for today’s skin flicks we all enjoy. Oh, and it’s a really sexy adidas ad as well!

After training out on the track Gavin is ready to clean up. He’s an all American boy just like all the rest, so needless to say he is NOT impressed when he stumbles upon some sordid locker room antics between his team mates, and no we’re not talking your regular towel snapping horseplay. And it’s written all over his face. Duff Paxton plays a cock crazed jock who can’t get enough sloppy spit soaked poles down his greedy, face fucking, throat. This mustachioed, adidas shod, baseball tee wearing stud spends most of the first scene gobbling down Michael Davis’ meaty uncut cock, even spending some quality time on his furry balls as well. I couldn’t really tell if Michael cums, but I kind of think he busted his load down Duff’s gullet.

*Not impressed*

Still not satiated from his feeding, Duff propositions Gavin for a try… “You might like it buddy?” I’m thinking yes. But alas, he’s all 100%, straight as an arrow, top of the line, H-E-T-E-R-O. Yet this doesn’t deter good ole Duff from reiterating his interest. I might say, that I am not too big of homophobe Gavin at this point, but I will say his acting is pretty convincing.

Time to hit the showers boys! Maybe you shouldn’t have left your jock on the bench Gavin, cause it’s about to get it! This is a nice scene for you nasty crotch sniffers (me included!). Like I mentioned previously, Duff Paxton might just be the hungriest cock sucker out there. As we watch these lads soap up and rid their bodies of sweat, Duff sits back and uses that little cum rag the way it should be. He wraps the straps around his cock and balls, rubs the cloth sack on his head making sure every inch of it has been touched by his tool. By the time Duff finally empties his nuts on the white fabric you’ll be bursting to lose yours too, and if you haven’t you certainly will once you see Mr. Paxton lick up his own load! Precisely as I thought the filthy rag is left where it was found…

On with the story; Gavin and his buddy David  are headed to David’s car. It’s a small snippet of plot, but there is something mentioned that I have to bring up.

Onitsuka’s! I haven’t thought about those since we carried them at a shop in San Francisco I worked at! That’s right! Gavin is discussing his recently purchased kicks. Told you this was basically a dirty adida’s ad.

This looks promising, what could possibly happen to our little closet case? The real gem of a moment in this scene might not even be the cum shot, it’s a cameo by Sherri Roberts. What a name, Sherri Roberts really does sound like a Sherri, her accent is that AMAZING. Something I must wonder, where did they find the ladies for the awesome walk on roles in the 70’s? Were they someone’s best gal pal? Perhaps Sherri is still around I I could interview her? Playing the role of the pregnant housewife, Sherri steals the show with her FANTASTIC accent and first attempt at a coffee cake. Two other highlights, A) I don’t buy that first attempt at a coffee cake lie from little Miss Betty Crocker. PAAAHLEEEEEEASE! B) That coffee pot!

Moving right along… Gavin’s brother’s friend, whom he is helping painting, is pretty darn woof worthy. Don Ranger looks like the kind of nerd-hot, lumber jack, barbeque pro I could bury my face in. He’s got a nice fit body and looks damn fine in his Levi’s. Things escalate quickly after the pair return to work. Hardly protesting, Gavin lets Don slide down his pants and begin sucking his confused cock. Soon enough Don releases his own *gasp, I almost came, what a beauty* gorgeous uncut cock working his length whilst giving his helper one hell of blowjob. The scene is punctuated with shots of the slightly ajar door and Gavin’s worried face adding a nice element of suspense. Unfortunately Gavin doesn’t really explode all over Don’s mustache like I was hoping, but Don certainly busts a lovely nut out of his thick, pulsing, hard, and hooded schlong of perfection. That’s just my opinion; we all know how much this otter loves his guys intact.

A white van with the track team aboard is making its way somewhere. Once again we’ve got some great classic rock playing. What BAD boys! fondeling and blowing each other on the ride. Of course it’s Duff Paxton again doing the suckin… He cannot get enough dick! Once again poor Gavin has to witness his teammate going down on another. My question is when are he and Duff going to fuck? So here we have our first anal scene of the film, it’s about time too!  That greedy cum guzzler Duff slips right onto his anonymous buddy while simultaneously whispering sweet nothings into Gavin’s ear who is seated in front of him. A quick move from ass to mouth and it is glorious. This a must see scene, creative I do say, and the cum shots are EXPLOSIVE. Oh, and all that spunk in Duff’s stache is pretty too!

*One question, how did no one not smell the scent of sex in that overheated crowded van, or smell those loads of spunk? 

Set in a hotel room is “Track Meet’s” most well known as well as most scandalous segment. Gavin is about to find out what it’s like to have his cherry popped, but it is by no means the way I had thought it might play out. I shall introduce the players; in the (pretty decent) hotel room we find a freshly showered Gavin, and an unnamed Janitor. After some general small talk the conversation escalates to some unsolicited groping followed by physical incursion. Bound with towels the unwilling youth finds himself overpowered by his soon to be top. Grabbing an infamous jar of Vaseline to lube up and give Gavin a most uncomfortable appearing fingering, this is the type of janitor I’m not sure I want to pop into my room (or ass) or not? Gavin has a seriously furry hole viewers will also notice.

*Just a little side note; I was watching “Mystery At The Museum” the other morning and learned that Vaseline is actually the color of crude oil before its refined, and that dudes who worked rigs would use it as a wonder cure before it was ingeniously marketed by its inventor. Now if only I could make a discovery that would make me rich…

On with the show! As (this performer could be either T.C. Mathis, Peter Williams, or Steve Scott. I have tried my darndest but cannot identify him) works his finger in and out of Gavin I couldn’t help feeling a little sorry for him. On the other hand, his character is kind of a jerk so I’m looking forward to the action at the same time. The janitor wastes no time and is soon pumping his meat in and out of the little track star. (Let’s see you at practice after this!) It’s plain and simple. The janitor has his way with Gavin, busts a load on Gavin’s ass and exits with a warning “Listen, you tell anyone I’m gonna come back and give you more of the same”. This is a scene you just have to watch to believe.

Finally it all comes out! Gavin’s opinion of himself, and his dirty, filthy, disgusting, homosexual tendencies (as the dialogue suggests) are confessed to his best friend David played by Larry Paige. It’s a touching moment between friends, right down to Larry putting Gavin’s cock in his mouth to prove nothing changes right before his girlfriend calls. Well now you’ve done it David. Gavin immediately fantasizes about his buddy and we are treated to a glimpse at what he’s thinking. Set in white there is no sense of time or space, just fucking. There is a lot of oral action as Gavin explores his teammate. I guess his encounter with the janitor earlier that day has primed him for another fucking as he slides himself onto David. This scene is a stark contrast to the previous. Obviously more artistic and intimate it’s also another adida’s ad! There is a great shot of David’s red trainers. Gavin doesn’t ride much longer, soon slips off, and we finally get the shot we have been waiting for. While fist pumping himself he simultaneously jerks off David. Spurts of Gavin’s cum are soon followed by David’s in a beautiful shot that is followed by the now rainbow flag waiving, out and proud, lead of our film licking and tasting the mingled spunk on David’s cock and stomach. It may have been just a fantasy, however it is just what Gavin needed.

“I think everything’s going to be fine!” Exclaims Gavin as the film ends. I think it will too buddy.

*Couple of things I would have liked to have seen. Duff getting his chance to pound Gavin’s hole raw, a scene under the bleachers, and, of course; more of Miss Sherri Roberts character and that amazing hair!

Get your ass on over to GayHotMovies.com and watch “Track Meet” from Bijou. You’re gonna love it.

Remember to follow me on Twitter & Tumblr too!

Catch ya later cum catchers!

-The Otter

And He Does Windows Too… With His Dick? You Don’t Say…

Probably the hottest scene in “Jack & Roger” involves the duo in a fantasy cum to life sequence that will leave you breathless. Jack Wrangler and Roger are two quintessential power houses of the golden age of gay adult films. Jack is well muscled stud with a shock of sun-kissed, dirty blonde, surfer shag atop his handsome face. His memorable dick and passionate nature shines through the flickering films he starred in, remaining relevant and just as orgasm inducing as the day they were shot. Roger is one of the few stars to have a single name that continues to resound with fans. His classic physique rippled with muscle, testosterone fueled sex drive, massive schlong and perfectly groomed stache cemented his role as one of the “Clones” of the period. Hyper masculinity was treasured in these films, and you will soon learn how it was translated from life to film in “Jack & Roger”.

*Jack Wrangler.

*Roger.

So what makes this scene so memorable? How does it continue to titillate and tease our loins until they beg for relief?

Let me begin.

Roger is a flannel shirt, tight Levi’s wearing, hardhat carrying, mustachioed M-A-N strutting confidently home from a long day on the job and ready for some quality, well deserved, relaxation only he himself can provide. I imagine it must have been so much more thrilling sexually in the days before the internet; the camera scans the mail on the table inside Roger’s apartment revealing a package waiting to be opened.

This is where I must say that times must’ve been slightly more exciting sexually. The anticipation of, and uncertain time of delivery for smut has now become instantaneous and we have left behind a certain element of surprise when it comes to it. Nowadays all one needs do is switch on their laptop or mobile device and anything and everything you could possibly want is right there at your fingertips. Not for Roger, in 1980 he waited and anticipated a fantasy to jerk off to.

We see our protagonist insert a cartridge into his stylish eight track player, and press the button to release the audio he’s been longing for. A masculine voice fills the apartment as Roger disrobes, easing himself into a comfy chair. Here, as the rust coated ribbon slips through the mechanism, Roger begins to fondle his massive member, teasing it, willing it to become engorged and solid with his fingers. The narrator of the track begins his soliloquy describing his life as a horny window washer who dares step beyond the glass, led only by his insatiable libido.

Roger slips out of his denim, grabs his poppers from the side table and takes a deep hit before slipping back into his masturbatory bliss.

Suddenly fantasy becomes reality as a silhouette casts its shadow across Roger’s widow. The mystery washer soaps up the window momentarily startling Roger from himself. Suddenly it’s not a rag on the glass spreading the soapy soads, it’s a long, thick, anonymous penis.

I think we all know what is going to happen next. Jack Wrangler has no trouble wrangling out of his harness and slipping through the unlocked window where he finds Roger, cock in hand, jerking himself off.

Immediately Jack unzips his filthy jumpsuit revealing his perfectly toned body and incredible cock for Roger. This is going to be a no nonsense encounter between two able bodied working class men who’ve got nothing but sex on the brain. Roger bends Jack over his easy chair without even bothering to get the rest of his conquests coveralls off. This is just beautiful, watching Roger attack Jacks beefy bottom with his teeth is raw and super fucking hot, but this guy doesn’t waste any time on prepping that hole, he wants satisfaction, and he’s going to get it!

Just looking at Rogers gorgeous cock is enough to make this Otter’s mouth and hole twitch with anticipation as he rams that meaty tool of his into Jack’s ass. They might not fuck for very long, but god damn is it hot; all rippled muscle, sweat, and raw, carnal sodomy. Jack doesn’t need much to get off, especially with Rogers thick dick up his chute, and is soon spewing an epic eruption of white lava while Roger grinds him harder from behind. Moments later Roger unleashes a load onto Jacks back and ass, rubbing it into his skin with his free hand.

This scene from “Jak c& Roger” is guaranteed to leave your balls drained, breathless, sweaty, and ready for more as the picture fades from your screen. As per usual my advice is to get out there and purchase a digital projector so you can hookup GayHotMovies.com’s collection of Classic titles and watch them on a wall or roll down screen. Invite a few buddies over for some mutual masturbation old school style… And if it turns into an orgy, well that’d be just great!

Check out Bijou Classic’s films and more amazing films from the golden age of gay porn on GayHotMovies.com. For more reviews and interviews with the stars and directors continue to follow me right here, I’m also on Twitter @Otter_Holt, on Facebook, and most recently on Tumblr where you can see even more uncensored content from your favorite VOD website on the net.

Check ya later cum catchers!

-The Otter

Phantom Phucking For HALLOWEEN!

*Download the above wallpaper by clicking HERE!

The Halloween season is upon us. It’s a time when the days have grown shorter and the nights seem more foreboding. Jack-o-lanterns, witches, and ghosts grace front porches and stoops, candy will be consumed in bulk, and for one special night of the year we can dress as slutty as we want and no one can say a thing about it. My favorite part of the season… The ghost stories.

Imagine living in a haunted house. Now, imagine living in a haunted house with a ghost who likes to make contact. Now imagine living in a haunted house with a ghost who likes to make contact… physically; and by physically, I mean sexually.

I’ve read and even seen a few films about things that go “pump” in the night.

Erotically charged supernatural episodes rarely get as much attention as the good ol’ fashioned hair-raising terror tales, but they deserve a little more attention don’t they?

Well then, I have a story for you. Of course it happened to the quintessential “friend of mine”. For that IS who told me this bone chilling, yet boo-ner inducing tale…

To preface the story I’ll give you a little background on this guy; I’ve known him for years, he’s serious about his career, is unbelievably handsome, well read, and kind of a slut. (It’s ok, I can slut shame him, because we are both sluts, and we agree that we both have that in common.) Anyway, he is not the type to be superstitious (he likes pulling me under ladders because he knows I hate it), and doesn’t indulge in narcotics or substances other than good beer and whiskey (and weed, but that doesn’t count). When he’s not out saving lives he can be found at the gym, in the library, or beside me at the bar cruising the meat.

So, tell me your story.

“The place was really old, you know like eighteen hundreds or something.”

Ok, let me clarify, he was living in a converted late eighteenth century townhouse, turned apartments in Center City.

“Anyway, I had been renting it for a couple of months but was spending most of my nights at the guy I was seeing’s place, but that didn’t last, so now I was sleeping at my own place… in my own bed… alone… again.”

Spare me. Alone? Blah Blah Blah.

“Fuck you.”

Go on.

“The apartment was pretty cheap considering the rest of Center City’s prices; second floor, good light, nice sized rooms, claw foot tub, small kitchen, whatever. Like I said I hadn’t been there long, and hadn’t spent much time in the place. I was pretty bummed remember? So I wasn’t going out much, didn’t want to do anything really except go to work, hit the gym, head home, and watch Netflix. I started getting the feeling I wasn’t really alone, I felt like I was being watched; especially in the shower, and in the bedroom. It was starting to unsettle me. Luckily there was another smaller room that I could have had a roommate move into, but I didn’t want one, so I moved my bed in there and used my old room as a dining room cause it had those French doors into the living room. The feeling didn’t go away. In fact it became more intense. You know how I always have clear shower curtains, cause “Psycho” freaked me out? I was shampooing my hair and I swear a hand slipped through the curtains and ran down my chest. I opened my eyes but nothing was there, it was definitely a hand.”

*Now that should send a shiver down your spine, and I will also add “my friend” has fucking rockin body, even I want to touch him.

*Anonymous*

“I was pretty freaked out so I finished up, dried off and decided to go out for a drink. Couple of beers and a few shots later I had forgotten all about the hand in the shower, actually I had forgotten about everything because I passed out in my jeans but I didn’t wake up in them. The next morning I woke up thinking someone had slipped out of my bed, and sat bolt fucking up, did I bring home a trick and forget? No one was there. Then I realized I was naked. Now, I remember flopping down on my bed and not taking off my jeans, and there they were, folded on the God damned dresser across the room! Not only was I hungover, now I’m thinking I have drinking problem. There was no way in hell I took off my jeans and underwear and folded them up all neat, and put them on my dresser. You’ve met me, it’s a miracle if I even fold my tee shirts and put them away. So I started noticing more little things here and there, nothing crazy, nothing to be seen. Every once and a while I would sense someone in my bed, or the opposite side of it would be warm if I rolled over; I guess I was just getting used to it. So this is when I first told you about it. Remember when  “Name omitted/mutual friend”  came over, we were gonna hook up, and he bailed just as I had finished taking a piss? He was so weird. Turns out he was too scared to even tell me that someone whispered in his ear “who are you?” while he was taking off his shirt. So a ghost was fucking with my sex life. That night I kinda went a little cray and walked around talking to whoever or whatever was in that place. You know, like “Hey you can go to the light.” and all that. Things died down for a little while. Fall had arrived and I had taken my coats to the cleaner and picked them up after work. I threw them on the couch, still in the plastic I might add, and hit the shower. When I got out I was walking through my bedroom door when, I swear to God, my towel was pulled off me. I told myself it got caught on the door jamb, but really, looking back it had to have been the ghost. What really creeped me out was a few minutes later. I walked into the living room to grab a jacket for that night and they were gone. Fucking gone. So what the fuck? Where could they have gone? I marched into the hall to check the door; locked. Went to go grab my phone in my room; Jackets. The God Damned jackets were hanging on the closet door… Out of the plastic. Shit started to happen again; footsteps, the scent of cigarette smoke, doors opening or closing on their own. But the touching was the worst. I would feel hands on my body and wake up in the middle of the night because of it. It started to bother me, and as it progressed I noticed it would get worse if I spent the night at someone else’s, or if I had a hook up at my place. I started to think about moving. That’s when I came home one evening I was taking off my clothes in the bedroom when my door slammed shut, immediately I felt what felt like a chest press against my back, and what felt like a hand running down my arm. Once I felt its breath on my neck I freaked out! I thought someone had broken in or something. I spun around … Nothing. Nobody.”

*This is the part where “my friend” gets a little uncomfortable.

“You don’t think anybody who reads this is going to believe it?”

I don’t know?

*Will you?

“So, I didn’t stay at my apartment that night. I ended up hooking up with “name omitted/mutual friend” and stayed at his place. I knew I had to look for a new apartment. I wasn’t staying in that place. The following night I had worked up enough courage throughout the day that I would just grab a drink after work, go to dinner, be a man, and sleep in the place I’m paying for.”

*At this point he gets up and fixes us drinks. Settling back down, he continues.

“I left the windows open because it was such a nice Fall night. Kind of crisp, but great sleeping weather you know. I took off my clothes and slipped under the covers. I don’t know what time it was, but I felt a warm hand around my cock. I was still kind of asleep and wasn’t sure if I was just dreaming. I rolled over on my back and the sensation continued. What was weird was that I wasn’t uncomfortable, I was enjoying it. Sounds fucking weird, I know. Then it changed. It felt like the hand had switched to a mouth, I was getting a blowjob. I just laid there. I didn’t want it to stop. Hell, it was one of the best blowjobs of my life.”

Taking a deep breath he goes on.

“When it stopped I opened my eyes. I could see my covers were pulled down and my dick was slick with spit, and then I felt it again.”

*He has to pause.

“No one’s going to believe this.”

So what?

“I kept my eyes open and watched as my dick was squeezed. I mean I could see it being squeezed. Then I felt, and you know the feeling, of the head being pressed against an asshole. I was the freakiest, fucking strangest, thing I have ever seen. I watched as my cock was sat on by an invisible bottom. I even watched my foreskin slip back, I could feel everything, and see everything. It was so fucked up. I was hot, sweating, and I could feel the weight of it on me. Straddling me. Riding me. It felt amazing. Funny thing was, it wasn’t cold, the whole thing was hot. So the ghost was riding me for a while. I almost came when it slipped off, and then… I Fucking shit you not. I felt my legs go up and before I knew it, I was getting fucked. I swear to you I was getting fucked by a fucking ghost. I could feel every inch of his dick as he fucked me, and he was fucking me hard, jerking me off simultaneously until I remember throwing my head back and cumming like I have never cum before. I felt it land all over me, even hitting my face. I was covered in sweat and cum, breathing heavily while the ghost was still fucking me. I even felt him cum inside of me. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Afterwards I felt a tongue licking up the cum from off of my chest and on my cock again.”

*I’m practically cumming right now!

*He takes a sip of his whiskey.

“I opened up my eyes, and looked down. The hottest guy was cleaning up my mess, starring back at me. I froze, but couldn’t tell if I was going to scream or what? The guy was hot. I could see, even in the dark, that he had a fucking hot body, a little scruff; and when he sat up he had a tattoo on his chest, a heart or a bird, you know like Sailor Jerry. Whatever, anyway, he just looked at me licked some cum off his finger, smiled and winked at me. I blinked and he was gone.”

Just Gone? Was it real, or just an intensely hot wet dream?

“I flicked on the light and looked around, he was definitely gone.”

But how do you know it was real?

“Well, first off, I was covered in cum. Second, my hole was sore as hell. And third, I could smell someone else in the room, it wasn’t my musk, I know what I smell like.”

*Mmm… Musky…

Anything else?

“He came in me remember… I pushed his cum out of my hole for Christ sake.”

*Igor above… Now THAT is a cum shot!

Wow.

“I AM going to say, it was a really hot fuck.”

*To follow this up I’ll let you know “my friend” did end up moving to a different apartment not far from his previous residence. Does he regret not having his unearthly playmate?

“Sometimes” he says with a laugh. “No I don’t miss him. You can’t quite have a relationship with a ghost. Besides, I wouldn’t know how to explain him, what if things got serious with someone else? Could we break up? How would I explain it if I was accused of cheating… is it really cheating if you’re fucking the ghost in your apartment? I don’t know? I did say goodbye to him in my own way”

How?

“I gave him one hell of a private show. I hope he liked it.”

*I bet he did. So do I know the address of this haunted apartment? Yes, I’ve been inside it. Am I going to share it? No. So what do you think? You’ll have to decide for yourself. All I hope was that it might have given you hard-on!

Now that I’ve whet your palette for some man-on-man sex here are five of my ghoulish recommendations to get you in the holiday spirit… and other spirits if you will.

#5 Halloween film to watch: “Twinkula” from Dirty Fuckers, directed by John Smith.

*Hot scene: Scene 5.  Rudy Valentino &  Timmy Taylor.

#4 Halloween film to watch: “Twinklight” from GayLifeNetwork, directed by Afton Nills.

*Hot scene: Scene 8.  JT Wreck, Darin & Ethan Storm.

#3 Halloween film to watch: “Bedtime Stories” from Catalina, directed by Scott Masters.

*Hot scene: Scene 2.  Billy Eagle & Johnny Rahm.

#2 Halloween film to watch: “Scared Stiff” from Bijou Classics.

*Hot scene: Scene 1.  Steve Collins & Tim Kramer.

And my number one pick… You guessed it!

#1 Halloween film to watch: “The Haunting” from CockyBoys, directed by Jake Jaxson.

*Hot scene: Scene 1.  Arnaud Chagall, Dillon Rossi & Jake Steel.

Happy Halloween from all of us at GayHotMovies.com! We hope you get plenty of tricks and plenty of treats… Make sure to follow me on Twitter @Otter_Holt and on Facebook.

Sleep Tight tonight,

-The Otter