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.

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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”.

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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!

 

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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.

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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.

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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.

 

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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.

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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.

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

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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.

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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.

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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!

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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

Some Oversize Loads Never Go Out Of Style

Surge Studios produced some of the most popular titles from the early 1980′s. Owner/director Al Parker was a superstar in his own right, as well as a creative genius when it came to scenarios involving hyper masculine men dripping with raw sexuality. Together with his partner Steve Taylor, Parker explored the raunchy, dirty, and raw anonymous sex of the time in a way that the one and only “gay superstar” could. To help me drive my point home (hard and deep) I’ve chosen to review the final scene of “Oversize Load” brought to you by Bijou Classics. Starring Scott O’Hara, Jeff Turk, and Franco Gonnella this exquisitely captured act of male on male fucking will continue to delight audiences for years to come, even 32 years after the act was filmed.

*Steve Taylor & Al Parker.

*Al Parker… Perfection.

In 1981 Al Parker and Steve Taylor set out to create one of Surge Studios masterpieces, a story of a long weekend on the road and the thrilling encounters along the way.

*For die hard Parker fans such as myself, a lesser known star makes a guest appearance throughout the film. Who, you might ask? Why he would be Al’s dog! (Bonus points for you if you can me tell his name in the comments!” Then we’ll see what type of fan you are!)

In the final scene Parker delivers Scott O’Hara to a “Truckers Only” shower room, befittingly staged at Mac’s Bath in Los Angeles. Here in the dimly lit locker room Scott removes his “clone” costume; flannel, boots, bulge and ass accentuating Levi’s…

*Scott O’Hara, huge dick… big bottom. 

While our protagonist is disrobing, Franco Gonnella is already on his knees feasting upon Jeff Turk’s glorious cock and delicious ass. One unfortunate aspect of this scene is Franco not getting enough face time; he’s gorgeous and aggressive, but his face is always buried in ass or somewhat hidden. Scott wanders in as this is happening (within minutes we will observe the top three fascinations of Al Parker) the road weary traveler plays with his own engorged tool by the sink while watching the pair in the mirror, even taking his own dick to his lips showing off his autofellatio skills cut between shots of Franco’s slicked up uncircumcised dick… (Catch that? A. B. & C./1. 2. & 3. Voyeurism. Autofellatio. & Foreskin.)

 

 

*Scott was quite adept at sucking his own cock.

If only I could have gotten a gif of Scott O’Hara thrusting his swollen meat against the cool white porcelain of the sink, essentially fucking it.

Franco is still gorging himself on Jeff’s flesh with his mouth, tongue, and throat whilst rimming his pucker, prepping it for his hooded hole wrecker. Sufficiently lubed with spit Jeff braces himself against the shower as Franco fills up his meaty ass with his raw man drill. Moments later Scott decides to drop his balls and get in on the action; Franco and Jeff are in the throws of their own fucking and really don’t mind having Scott taking a closer look.

*Jeff Turk is probably at his handsomest in this film.

Franco plows Jeff hard and to his furthest limits, and you can tell he is loving every minute of this pounding from his rigid hard-on! Sure enough he’s ready to explode and Parker doesn’t miss a drop in this slow motion segment. The beauty of the cum shots in this scene are A. the timing (both Franco and Scott erupt on Jeff’s back simultaneously) and B. Al Parkers camera work. Just look at these stills, believe me, you really need to see them to believe them.

 

*Love a rock hard bottom.

*Jeff’s cum-shot.

*Franco cumming a split second before Scott.

*Look at all that gloriously sticky cum.

EXTRA!

MAC’S BATH today… I wonder if it’s a dentist or plastic surgery office?

 *The interior as of 2009… Sad… Photo credit: Danny Jauregui

 

Films this hot come around rarely, but when they do, they’re destined to become a classic! I highly recommend “Oversize Load” it’s available right here on GayHotMovies.com along with plenty of other classic titles that deserve your dick’s attention. Now that Fall is here, and you’ll be wanting to spend those ever darkening nights at home, why don’t you set up a digital projector and make an evening of “old fashioned” entertainment with a buddy or two? Wouldn’t that be fun to play with a friend under the flickering screen of a classic? Sounds good to me!

Remember to follow me on Twitter @Otter_Holt and Bijou @bijouworld!

-The Otter

 

 

Boys Big Packages Tied Up With Strings

Folsom is upon us! As I sit here at my desk in what Dee Viant refers to as “Porno Land” lamenting the fact that we are not there this year feasting upon the lotus like so many of you filthy fuckers out there; I will just think about my favorite things.

Jimmy Durano

Ethan Slade, Jimmy Durano & Ryan Rose.

Two of my favorites from last year!

Some of the GayHotMovies.com booth visitors from last year!

Like…

 

Lash marks on backsides,

and hard wooden paddles.

Bright stainless cockrings and blindfolded submissives.

Boys with big packages tied up with strings.

These are a few of my favorite things!

 

The colored tails of ponies and the crisp sound of lashings.

Bullwhips, and hardware, and bound willing bottoms.

Wild subs who fly from the rafters with ease.

These are a few of my favorite things!

 

Men in black harnesses with blue leather piping.

Cum drops that land on my chest and eyelashes.

Silver fox daddies displayed bound on their knees.

These are a few of my favorite things!

 

When the crop strikes.

when the flog stings.

when my cock’s rock hard.

I simply remember my favorite things.

And then I don’t feel so sad!

 

Ok, you get the picture. Although I am sure there is someone who has a Maria Von Trapp fetish out there fashioning restraints from tired old drapes.

 

*Can someone please print that pattern on leather and make a matching chaps and harness set? PLEASE!

Nate Karlton would look darling in that pattern!

*By the way, a friend of mine who used to go by the name of Maria Von Clapp back in the seventies had a really great (and incredibly offensive) version of “My Favorite Things”… But I will not post her lyrics…

 

To celebrate I am having a weekend guest visit. We’re going to do all those fun touristy things we never do in our own city… Like hell we are. That puppy’s staying bound to the staircase, from my bed posts, and to the kitchen table ALL weekend! I’ve got all my gear and ropes organized… Ok, enough about what I’m planning with my friend. Setting the mood and getting ideas is always fun (I warn you though, you can try some things at home, but not everything unless you have been properly trained.) Check out “Rope That Works” from Bijou Classics it will give you a basic tutorial on some simple bondage techniques.

There is going to be so much going on this weekend in the city by the bay! To help you get in the spirit make sure to visit GayHotMovies.com and check out our selection of Kinky, Leather, Hardtied, and anything else your freaky little heart desires! Have a great weekend! And remember to follow me on Twitter @Otter_Holt and on Facebook.

-The Otter

“For Men Only” A Hot Classic Scene

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The loop “For Men Only” produced by Falcon Studios and now part of the “Huge 1” collection from Bijou Classics is the tasty dessert of a four course feast for the eyes. Re-mastered from celluloid, this film radiates with the raw anonymous passion of yesteryear. Starring Lee Ryder, Matt Stoker, and Rick Jensen “For Men Only” is the gas station fantasy three-way you’ve dreamt about CUM to life.

Lee Ryder, whose impressive cock will remain an icon in itself, stars as a fine looking, blonde yuppie sporting a classic green Lacoste polo. Pulling into the gas station in his fancy schmansy (I don’t know cars but possibly it’s a Nova) automobile and instructs the tall blonde attendant to “put in ten bucks” which in his world might equal close to seven and a half gallons which is about a half a tank worth; hey, the guy’s got on a Lacoste and a nice watch, he can afford it. Crude inflation calculations indicate in today’s world he might have been able to get about three gallons which means if it is a Nova he’s driving, in 1982 he would have been able to travel 87 miles vs. today’s 35 miles. I’m glad he doesn’t have to drive far… that car only gets 11.6 miles per gallon, but I digress.

*Let’s have a look at Lee…

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Of course Lee has to take a piss, or rub one out in the station bathroom and it looks like the attendant does too. Inside we will find a commodious restroom of generous proportions and very little privacy decorated in the fashion of the day (glossy white paint over cinder block, blue trim on the stall, and a standard porcelain wash basin with simple mirror. This ain’t Versailles you know!). The soundtrack to this scene is nice, and you will soon find out, the dubbed voices are kitschy Kool too.

After a peek of what’s going on over the hardly private stall wall, gas station attendant guy pulls out his own impressive fuel nozzle of which Lee goes down on with relish! While these two are going at it we’re introduced to MY favorite player in this scene.

* I have no clue who this guy is, he could be either Rick or Matt, I’m not sure? Bijou or Falcon, if you’re reading this, help an Otter out.

Looking fine in his black tank and tight denim (they leave little to the imagination) our dark haired friend is cruising the streets, no doubt lookin for some dick. What better place to find what his quivering boy hole is looking for than the local gas station?

Entering the restroom (notice the lovely exterior veneer of cast stone) our new buddy spots some movement in the stall. Ok, it’s not like the thing even has a door, he would have spotted Lee sucking off the station attendant instantly, but it’s cute how he gets on his tip toes and peeks over to see what the guys are doing before he too strips down.

*To be noted, I like some nasty stuff, but there is no way in hell you are ever going to get me to take off my shoes and go barefoot in a gas station restroom… I will keep my boots on though.

Lee’s getting sucked off by the attendant, obviously needing his mouth full again and our brunette obliges him gracefully before face fucking the yuppie stud. (Favorite part of this. When he strips off Lee’s shirt and buries his face in his arm pit. LOVE IT!) Time for things to heat up this cold concrete room!

*Armpit lickin good!

The brunette muscle boy offers up his ass for Lee’s cock with his mouth taking care of the attendant’s fuzzy hole. Rimming away, this little bottom is loving Lee’s cock up inside of him, so much so he releases the first load of the loop!

Now for a position one doesn’t see every day. Lee straddles the base of the toilet while the dark haired boy (Rick, Matt? WHO ARE YOU?) squats down on him bracing himself on the bowl. Meanwhile attendant dude has also straddled the toilet, almost sitting on the tank so our enthusiastic bottom can continue work on his sizable meat.

Our employee of the month is definitely going to be this attendant who rubs out a nice splattering of spunk, I hope no one notices it on his Dickies, then again I’m sure they’ve got plenty of other stains.

Nope, nothin, not even a “Nice to meet you too!” he just walks off after getting off. He got what he came for…

*Honestly I would have liked to see him fuck this dark haired muscle boy, who by the way bears a striking resemblance to Snow White’s prince. Don’t cha think?

*The above image is from a non-restored copy of the loop*

*I myself have always had a thing for Phillip… He’s so tall and handsome…

*And kinky!

*Much more fun than Prince Charming, although I bet Ty Roderick could put that cock hungry twink in his place. Just sayin.

 

Anyway, our aggressive bottom continues riding Lee both reverse cowboy and traditional cowboy until he cums a second time. (There are some nice shots here of Lee’s beautiful full set of balls.) This time though, he gets his sloppy dick in Lee’s mouth to taste his creamy goodness… I bet it was marvelous.

For a finale mister dark hair dismounts his steed as Lee strokes his mighty meat, spattering himself with juice from his aching balls. Our brunette eagerly licks the cum off of Lee’s fingers and still rock hard dick like an insatiable little sex monster I would totally fuck.

Now, upon writing this blog and adding my images to the post, I believe I may have identified Rick Jensen as the sexy gas station attendant (by a patch on his shirt that reads Rick) leaving my dark haired crush to be Matt Stoker. Hopefully this mystery has been solved! Make sure to check out “Huge 1″ on GayHotMovies.com C’mon! Follow me on Twitter @Otter_Holt and on Facebook too!

-The Otter

I Love A Man With A Beard Too!

Love A Man With A Beard” 1&2 have been recently released by Bijou Classics on GayHotMovies.com. The collection of re-mastered scenes from the golden age of gay adult film is utterly gorgeous with an impressive cast of the most beautiful men to ever grace the screen. Transferred from celluloid, and now digitized, this compilation is by far the best quality of these gems I have seen in quite some time.

 

For many, the classic content presented in these films will no doubt stir memories of a different time and place, and for those who are just discovering them will find that, although they may be dated, they’re still fucking fantastic. It’s not hard to imagine that these guys could be walking down the street today and that the film has just gone through an instagram filter to give it a sexy “retro” look.

I myself am a HUGE fan of classic gay porn. Ever since I discovered the beauty of the men presented on my screen I’ve been enchanted by them. They were REAL men, the kind of guys that I would see on Saturday mornings when my dad would take us to the beer distributor his best friend owned in town. They weren’t the smooth muscle twinks I became accustomed to when I first discovered the joys of man on man action. Here there was plenty of filthy denim and flannel, work boots (scarred from actual labor), beards, mustaches, scruff and masculinity. As a kid I looked up to the strong buddies of my dad as they drank a few beers, smoked a few cigs, talked about fishing and hit on the girls (in a friendly manner) who came in to pick up a case for the weekend. These guys would roll in during the summer, their pick-ups kicking up the gravel and dust, jump from their cabs with a smile and enjoy a break from whatever was going on in their lives at that old, run down, stale beer scented, cigar smoke filled, dusty taxidermy hung, industrial steel warehouse. They’d rest on the stacks of beer (the sturdy returnable kind you rarely see anymore) and shoot the shit while my brother and I ran around with our soda’s (in glass bottles) and beef jerky. Needless to say, the guys that had worked the mines, the sawmills, construction, roofing, you name it, were the type that frequented this now gone (replaced by an ugly, well-lit, clean smelling facility) institution; and they all looked like 70′s porn stars.

Just one of the classic periodicals littering my desk!

Now that we’ve taken that trip down memory lane, Let’s talk about these films. This is the crispest, clearest, and the cleanest we’ve seen this footage in years. I mean LOOK at it! Al Parker’s cum shot is incredible!

 

 Besides being beautifully restored, “Love A Man With A Beard” 1&2 is a fantastic example of an iconic style with a growing appeal for a new generation. A new appreciation for the genre is breathing new life into these films, something of which I am incredibly thankful for. It would be a great loss for so many if these films were hidden away and left to deteriorate beyond repair, and not just for those looking to get off; Artists, writers, designers look to the classic gay adult pictures for inspiration, as well as an educational tool. For some, these films might just be smut, but for many they are a part of our society and inspiration for the future.

With TWENTY scenes between them “Love A Man With A Beard” 1&2 present a dazzling array of cinematic jewels to choose from. From sex in barns, poolside muscle, public restroom action, sexy solo’s, orgies, and threeways, even a trip to ancient Rome! “Love A Man With A Beard” has a little something for every taste, every taste as long as you like variations of a man’s face pelt.

*Entertainment Suggestion: why not invite a few buddies over, hook up your digital projector and enjoy these films on your own living room/bedroom/playroom wall? It could be a fun, 70′s themed sex party to remember!

-The Otter

Vintage Throwback – Chain Reactions

Vintage Throwback - Chained Reactions

Tight flannel shirts stretched over hairy muscle-bound bodies, slim cut 501’s pealed from mighty thighs and thick calves, mustaches, beards, leather and hardware… My mouth is watering just thinking about it. Maybe I should grab a drink at the nearest leather bar?

The men of “Chain Reactions”, the 1984 classic, embody a masculinity that defined an era. The seventies brought so many of these gorgeous men to the screen (you can hardly choose a favorite)and some claim that “Chain Reactions” might just be the “last actual porno film” of that bygone era that reached just into the first half of the eighties. This exciting group of men take erotic action to a whole new level, bondage, spanking, hot wax… You name it; it’s here in this epic tour de force of raunch, sex and filth. Not only do I love the men and the acts taking place in “Chain Reactions” I love the gritty quality of the film itself, the locations and the overall ambiance (the amazing murals in the bar, no doubt inspired by Tom Of Finland, are a sight to see).

This is definitely a must watch for anyone who appreciates those masterful, masculine men of vintage leather and kink.

The Otter at GayHotMovies

Vintage Throwback – The Berlin Connection

Director Roger Earl takes you beneath the surface and deep into the back rooms of Berlin’s great leather bars. These hot German men are really into leather and the S&M scene. From whipping and flogging to humiliation and CBT, The Berlin Connection is a riveting film for those who are looking for some great man on man domination. Three masters and three subs take you into a new world, one that only exists beneath the surface!

Vintage Throwback - The Berlin Connection