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I’ve Never Been Known To Get The Blues On Christopher Street

Friday, April 17th, 2015

Once again it’s time for this Otter to open the vault. It’s a dreary, damp, rainy April morning; the kind of morning you don’t even want to get out of bed for, but here I am looking for something fun to watch. Its mornings like these that I like to peruse the classics. I just love an old film, and an old smut film is better than anything on TCM as I lie in bed. I cannot reiterate this enough, invest in a digital projector, they really make the whole experience of viewing a retro title all the more enjoyable. Now that you’ve hooked up, made sure your lube is readily available (or that you can work up enough slobber) lie back and listen to the hum of a projection reel intermingled with the tap, tap, tap of the rain on your window. Let that incredibly distorted soundtrack of cheap disco and contemporary hits transfer your mind and body back in time.

If you’ve never watched “Christopher Street Blues” best get to it now. I’m not going to review the entire film (because I want you to watch the whole film) so I’m going to focus on one of my favorite scenes. Why did this segment of celluloid intrigue me? We’ll get to that later, for those readers who follow or who’ve followed me, I think you’ll catch the detail.

“Christopher Street Blues” is a fantastic example of a plot driven title Directed by Francis Ellie. The opening of the film tells the story of Billy (Lew Seger) who works in a busy office building delivering and picking up the mail without a chance of promotion, but I digress. If absolutely nothing else, please! Please! Please! Listen to the song playing as the credits begin to roll. I have no idea what the title of this song is, nor could I find it online, all I can say is that it belongs in a cabaret show. Yes, it’s that wonderful.

Once 5:00 pm rolls around it’s time to ditch those suits, slide into your tightest Levi’s, grab your leather, and hit the streets… specifically Christopher Street. Entering Danny’s bar  an establishment I can totally see myself frequenting. As the patrons arrive the barkeep Dan delivers gem after gem of information about them in the form of filthy poetry as internal dialogue.

Ah Mr. Perry, he likes to eat shit balls and shower in piss. He sucks off his great dane, but he dont like to kiss. He claims he’s a sadist, I know otherwise, I whipped him like crazy and gave him two blackened eyes.

Oh Mr. Barton. He loves to bust balls, and he never does tip. What I’d like to give him is a nice fat lip. He says he has money and lives like a king, but he’s so poor I hear that he hawked his last ring.

That Dan…

(iInteresting side note; as of my writing this location on the corner of Greenwich and Christopher streets in NYC is now the home of Classic’s Café [not sure if it still is] who boasts it to be the inspiration for Edward Hopper’s “Nighthawks” IMHO, I’m not buying that.)

1977

2014/2015

Turns out Billy doesn’t have a problem with old Mr. Barton, he sidles right on up to him like the horny lil pup he is and offers to buy the guy a drink. Barton isn’t too keen on a cocktail, he wants a coffee. Now I wouldn’t really know, because I don’t drink coffee, but it just doesn’t seem like a good idea before a hard fucking.

It is uncertain whose cramped Manhattan studio this belongs to, I’m guessing Barton by the yellow hard hat hanging in the galley kitchen, appears more appropriate to him. The guys toast their mugs of (I’m secretly hoping Nescafe for a giggle) and without skipping a beat start making out. (@HairyBurgher who shares a cubicle with me was not amused and his scowl was precious when I mentioned it. “Ugh, I hate coffee breath. Yuck, reminds me of my grandma. Here now, give granny a kiss.”)

The guys kiss passionately as they strip down in the tiny kitchenette. Barton’s got a great body, nicely muscled without any really distracting bulk or overdevelopment. Billy on the other hand is also toned, but in a more youthful twinkish way; he kind of reminds me of the Brent Corrigan type for some reason. Anyway, the kid is cute and the passion between these performers is undeniable. Barton lifts up his conquest depositing him upon a mattress on the floor.

Finally we get a glimpse of what caught my eye. The curtains! Oh would you look at those, a dark emerald green rococo filigree design on either a white or cream ground! The hills are alive and I’m going to make me a set of lederhosen out of those. I’m imagining riding my bicycle through the sun kissed meadows and mountains this summer with Maria Von Trapp serenading me along.

*I also am pretty sure I have that green hanging lamp in storage at my mothers house.

Enough with that rant; once these fuckers get going there’s no stopping them. This is the kind of sex you just don’t really see these days. This was indeed a different time, and the pair on screen encapsulates that all too brief period of our history. The sucking in this scene is delectable as both Lew and Barton devour each other’s gorgeous cocks. Seriously, both performers boast quite lovely dicks that I wouldn’t mind in my mouth.

Taking the upper hand of the situation, Barton expertly mounts Lew and begins pounding away at his adorable bottom. Billy is not new to this sort of thing; the way he handles Barton’s meaty pole shows that he’s a true pro. (His rock hard cock doesn’t betray his love of getting fucked either.)

This is one hot scene. After some doggy style Barton pulls Billy back and fucks him so the audience can really get a glimpse of how deep Barton is fucking his little friend. The close ups of raw pumping and big hairy balls is also a testament of the times; it’s a beautiful sight.

If all of this hasn’t got you going then I don’t know what will? Because right after Barton finishes with that position he pumps Billy a few times with the bottom boy’s legs behind his ears. Immediately Barton lifts Billy up and screws him standing up. There are only a few standing scenes I can think of and this one is up there with Conner Maguire and Levi Karter’s Cockyboys scene.

Back to doggy style before missionary again draws the scene to a close. By now the duo is sweating, breathing heavier than ever, and ready to explode. Entangled the impromptu couple mutually jerk off until they release their creamy loads.

I hope I’ve whet your palette to log on and watch “Christopher Street Blues” here on GayHotMovies.com. Remember that our impressive library of classics is available 24/7 and that it is full of films that are still just as entertaining and ball draining as they’ve ever been. Also remember to follow me on Twitter and on Tublr!

Catch ya later cum catchers,

-The Otter

No It’s Not A Film By John Hughes

Wednesday, March 4th, 2015

Wakey wakey, eggs and bac-ey!

The opening of “Boys Town” is like a John Hughes movie it’s that great, a montage of guys replacing The Brat Pack of the eighties. This is no Molly Ringwald compilation, but it sure is sexy. Of course I had to review this classic from 1986, it’s just too amazing not to! Here on GayHotMovies.com we have the twentieth anniversary edition of “Boys Town” digitally re-mastered for your viewing pleasure.

With an interlacing set of characters all starting their day it’s not hard to imagine what’s up this fine morning. I’m especially in love with what looks like a satin edge blanket (not unlike the retro one with a pink cabbage rose pattern on my bed) only the one covering Hans Reger muscular body is made of some sheer fabric, possibly chiffon? Although I could review “Boys Town” in its entirety, I’m going to review the first scene; you’re just going to have to see how incredible it is in its entirety yourself.

I chose this scene because…

A)     It’s the first scene.

B)      It’s set in a florist shop!

C)      The color of the set is too good to be true.

In the opening credits we met Chase Turner, frustrated and blowjobless in his bed, and Case Harden fluffing his hair ready to face the day. It’s just another morning, but just like every other morning, you never know what’ll happen.

Case runs Fluers Du Jour (for those of you who don’t speak French it means flowers of the day) in West Hollywood. As usual the paperboy tosses the morning news in front of the store, that’s when the usual turns unusual…

Chase is about to pass by the shop when inspiration strikes. Perhaps he’ll pick up something for “the old lady” who isn’t feeling well. Turns out Case has just about the “most vibrant passionate flower anywhere in town” available. That’s right, the innuendo is real, Case apparently has the most irresistible ass in the city and it is just right for passion seeking Chase. They really do use the word “passion” a lot before they start getting it on.

Let’s take a moment to appreciate this shop. That color is quite lovely, the tiny sconces on the back wall so diminutive, and let’s not forget about those precious pink daisies and is that? It is! Baby’s breath!

Well it looks like Chase has found the passion he’s looking for! These guys don’t even bother closing up shop before releasing their passion. They strip down to get a good look at each other, my oh my Chase’s fat dick is delectable! Case is soon gobbling it down like the greedy cum whore he is.

First cum shot of the scene!

Talk about stamina, Chase isn’t even finished yet, man needs some heat and another hole. (C’mon, Case did say he had the most vibrant and passionate flower in town.) Let the bareback fucking of yore commence!

Chase effortlessly guides himself into Case’s puckered hole after fingering him for a minute; I still can’t believe the door to the shop is wide open, then again so is Case’s hole. The pair screw doggy style for a short time until Case gets on top and rides Chase until he cums. The cum shots in “Boys Town” are breathtaking I must say. After unloading and dismounting Case helps Chase blow yet another sticky, thick, creamy batch of baby batter that coats his fat cock in a glorious glaze of salty sweet spunk.

That was a hot hook up, but Chase now has to chase down a bus to make it to work… I don’t think his foreman is going to be too happy with him…

So there you have it, a great classic worth a watch. I’ll leave you to discover the rest of “Boys Town” from Catalina and directed by Scott Masters also starring such stars as Tony Bravo,Michael Ram, Hans Reger, Nick Edwards, Jesse Koehler, Rod Phillips, Tony Lanza, Marc Bennett, and Shaun Peters. Oh, and by the way, almost every scene has multiple cum shots!

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Catch ya later cum catchers,

The Otter

The Hustler

Wednesday, May 19th, 2010

What I wouldn’t do to have a quick encounter in the back of a van with this stud??

While there’s no denying the insane amount of hot porn being produced today, there’s just something about these classic films that does it for me. The men are always hot in a totally butch way – I guess i’m just a sucker for a good beard and a blowjob. When I saw the cover of this Classic Bareback film, I just had to watch it and I surely wasn’t disappointed.

One of my favorite parts is the epic oral scene that takes place in the back of a sweet seventies van. Try picking up a lonesome drifter in your prius! I love the seedy set up and the XXX stuff is super hot. I’d offer this scene two thumbs up, if you know, I wasn’t so busy…

The other action that is totally wankable is the glory hole suck and fuck. Can you tell I have a think for anonymous hook-ups? It’s a really slow scene, considering the surroundings and both men totally get what they came for. I love watching a hungry bottom get pounded through a hole in the wall.

If you’re a fan of older movies, you’re going to love this one. I’m definitely going to check out more from Classic Bareback in the near future.

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