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.”
(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.)
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.
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.
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Catch ya later cum catchers,