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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.)



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 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

Dirty Smut Mags For The Win!!

Tuesday, October 8th, 2013

What’s better than getting up early on a Saturday morning to go for a little stroll for coffee, to gaze up at the changing leaves and hit up a few yardsales along the way??.. it’s pretty much every yardsailing ‘mos fantasy to find the buy of a lifetime and I do believe The Otter hit the motherload this weekend when he stumbled upon a guy selling off his vintage porn mag collection at $2 a pop. Needless to say, but the Otter was more than HAPPY to take those dirty lil smut mags off his hands!

Classic Titles On

We’ve been poring over them since yesterday and seriously, gem after hardon inducing gem! Def keep an eye out for future posts, we have a ton of ‘em and I really don’t mind taking the time to photograph and post them.. it IS my job after all ;)


Vintage Throwback – Chain Reactions

Tuesday, September 3rd, 2013

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.

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The Case For Classics

Tuesday, August 20th, 2013

Today we take for granted just how easy it is to find what we desire by simply clicking a mouse, tapping the touchpad or screen. Not even 50 years ago the distribution of gay pornography was risky business and illegal, things would change. By the 1970’s there were a handful of studios producing the content we craved or, if you had a camcorder and ability to develop the film, you could produce your own. Even so, acquisition of such entertainment was difficult. So imagine what life was like for a man who hadn’t any idea such visual stimulation existed?

When the walls around “the love that dare not speak its name” began to fall, a whole genre of film became somewhat more readily available. The 1970’s were a golden era for the directors and the stars who we now think of as “classic”. These were the men we dreamed about, the men we wanted to be and in some ways would become. I remember seeing my first feature from this fantastic decade while living in San Francisco. I had no idea who these men were but I fell in love immediately and began searching out whatever was available. I found the films to be not only ridiculously hot but also comic, campy, tender, playful, dramatic and romantic. These pictures were breaking new ground and telling new stories in ways that had never been done before. Here at we have a fantastic selection of these films and the best quality; we take pride in preserving and cataloging the titles we acquire.

Walk down any street anywhere; it seems to be that today’s men are sporting the mustaches and beards of yore and embracing  those furry chests. Our culture has been accepting a more natural masculinity similar to that decade of sexual decadence. I dare say I’ve seen more and more than a few Al Parker clones out there lately too! So we’ve become those men in a way and you can see current content evolving with the times. Today studios are producing new plot-driven features that are reminiscent of the classics and relatable to their audience like the films of yesterday. As always, we draw inspiration from the past and I urge you to check out our database of classic content.

From 8mm reels that had to be secretly circulated and viewed to a sexual revolution that broke down barriers everywhere, classic films have been receiving a new lease on life and a brand new audience. It wasn’t really all that long ago that the only way to see these films was to go to one of the theaters (in major cities) that screened them or one would have to find other means to acquire such material either through magazines (if you could find them) or word of mouth. Luckily for you there is where we strive to bring you the best content available and we’re just one click away.


Otter’s Top Ten Classics:

Left Handed

Get That Sailor

Five Hard Pieces

Night Of The Occultist

The Destroying Angel

Strictly Forbidden


Sex Magic


The Hustler

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