Friday, July 22, 2016

Nothing but stupid conventions on TV...

What's a guy to do in the heat of summer with a hard-on boner and blue balls?  Luckily for us viewers, some themes in gay smut withstand the test of time, such as young dudes hooking up for nasty pleasures of the flesh.  Bedrooms, bathrooms, back yards, garages...boners come out and holes open up.  The furnishings of bedrooms change with the eras and now the photos are in color.  What doesn't change is what two guys do to one another, and there always seem to be trophy's on night stands as well!
A young guy finds a slightly older dude who is horny and happy to teach his new buddy the joys of messing around together when nobody else is around the house.  It's a classic scenario for smut (and for many men a real-life depiction of their early sexual life experiences). 

In this contemporary photo set, Julian visits Sencer and he has one thing on his mind.  Julian is enjoying a little butt play with that smooth tight little ass. Lucky Sencer rides the dick before getting it doggy style.   Julian leaves a thick rope of sperm on his used buddy before taking off.

Saturday, July 16, 2016

July 1979

We all learn that life just isn't always fair.  Erik Hooper was Playgirl's Man for July in 1979 and unfortunately for Erik, his photo spread seems to have become less than memorable for many.  This is probably due to the less-than-desirable image quality and limited content of his photo shoot and has nothing to do with Erik's desirability. With his head of curls, that dark blond moustache and hairy body, Erik deserved the star treatment.  It would have been wonderful to see Erik's thick pubic bush and those dangling darlings hanging loose with some close up shots using a high quality lens and printed on premium paper stock.  But this was part of the era when Playgirl had shifted from focusing primarily on sexy nude men to trying to be a complete woman's showbiz-gossip-beauty tips type of publication (that also happened to have men for enjoyable viewing).  This decision made sense in that magazines needed good distribution channels. The more bookshelf's, supermarkets and quickie mart locations that had your rag, the better. If this had been an earlier time when the magazine first started out, the odds would have been good that Erik's handsome face would have been on the cover instead of Sally Field. 

He certainly sounded like an interesting man.  The brief narrative along with his pictures told readers that he was born in Amsterdam and came to California at the age of 6.  In addition to enjoying "anything athletic" he was seeking a masters degree in education.

Friday, July 15, 2016

Greetings again!

Sorry for the long delay between posts.  VGMH friends who have been following this blog for a while will hopefully remember my friend who I dearly refer to as 'Monkey Boy'.  I still sometimes get comments about our road trip to Las Vegas a few years back.   Well, Monkey Boy delivered a surprise visit and there was a lot of catching up to do!  He is doing well.  Back to work!

Thursday, June 23, 2016

Classic California: Bob Bishop

The Beach Boys are playing on the am radio station, the sun is beating down into our non-tinted windows, makeing the hard plastic dashboard and those vinyl seats hot to the touch.   And of course Bob Bishop is looking classically California Cool, all 5'10" of tanned perfection.  Bob was a model for Colt and Falcon studios and appeared in two films, 1981's "Hayride" and 1984's  "Ramcharger" where all that beauty was put to very good use by the likes of  Barry in "Hayride" and Ed Wiley in "Ramcharger."

Bob with Al Parker in Al's infamous van.

Saturday, June 18, 2016

Happy Father's Day


NOTE: The complete OUT story is linked HERE

The legendary actor shares the story of his father, an artist who struggled for recognition as the city changed around him.

Many of us think we know Robert De Niro. We know him as Travis Bickle or Vito Corleone or any number of other gangsters or bad guys. His ability to combine corrupted virtue with deep sorrow and wit — along with a fearsome sensuality — has made him a film hero with a tough exterior. Perhaps that’s why it’s so shocking to see him shake and sob as he talks about his late father, who lived openly as a gay man.
It’s been more than 20 years since Robert De Niro Sr.’s death from cancer, but his memory is fresh for his son, who has preserved his father’s final home and studio in New York City’s SoHo. Filled with books, paintbrushes, and hundreds of canvases, some of which he never finished, it looks like pop stepped away for a coffee and should be back to finish another still life before dinner. The loft remains a quiet shrine to an artist that few recognize, perhaps mistaking his figurative paintings for a late Matisse or another French master. “It was the only way to keep his being, his existence alive,” De Niro explains. “To me, he was always a great artist.”
Now 70, the actor has decided to reveal this hidden sanctum and his own struggle with his late father’s memory in a new documentary that premieres June 9 on HBO. In Remembering the Artist: Robert De Niro, Sr., directed by Perri Peltz, the son tears up as he reads from his father’s diaries. He shares intimate stories of his father’s despair about his sexual orientation and his stagnant artistic reputation. At one point, as De Niro was ascending to Hollywood’s top tier, he made a last-ditch effort to rescue his father, who was sick in Paris, where he’d been living as a starving artist. It’s clear that De Niro regrets that he wasn’t able to help him more before he died, and the film becomes a moving portrait of a son who wants to resurrect his father’s legacy before it’s too late. Out was given a rare glimpse into the legendary actor’s personal life, spending a day in his father’s studio. De Niro revealed a fragile, tender side as he explained why he hopes his dad’s work will live on.
After seeing the studio in the documentary, I wondered what this space meant to you. Do many people visit?
I’ve brought people here over the years. I’ve had a reception or two here. When I thought I was going to have to let it go, three or four years ago, I videotaped it and had photos taken and documented everything. But then I said, “I just can’t do it.”
It’s a different experience when you’re here than when you see it in photos. I did it for the grandkids and my young kids, who didn’t know their grandfather.
It amazes me that SoHo has these hidden spaces that, no matter what, never seem to change.
Exactly. And I like things that don’t change. I like consistency. Constancy. People look forward to tradition, they come back, it’s still there, nothing’s changed. Like when you go to a certain restaurant and you go back, and all of sudden it’s changed because they hired a new chef. If it’s not broke, don’t fix it. This space is here, and in 20 years, people won’t know what a real space like this will be unless it was in a museum and they recreated it.
After your father’s death, did you lock the door and not come back? Or did you take a while before you decided what to do with it?
I didn’t think of just selling it and dismantling it. Luckily, I could afford to keep it going, so I left it as is. My mother was alive then. I don’t remember what we discussed. I documented and went through everything to make sure we catalogued it, and then I said, “I’m keeping it like this.”
His older studios, like, a block away, maybe 60 years ago, were not like this. Then it was Siberia — for real — on West Broadway or LaGuardia Place. My mother had this place first and then she gave it to my father; they were friends. She came down here a long time ago. She had a place in the Meatpacking District, like, 50 years ago.
When did you begin to read his diaries?
I haven’t even read all the diaries — I started. I read the ones for the film, but I haven’t read all the other material. I will, of course.
One of the things that was very moving for me in the film was the fact that you’re named after your father. How do you feel about that — sharing a name — and when you become more famous than the person you’re named after?
[De Niro begins to cry, takes off his glasses, and pauses to collect himself.]
I get emotional. I don’t know why.
When you were younger, it sounded like you had problems connecting with each other.
We were not the type of father and son who played baseball together, as you can surmise. But we had a connection. I wasn’t with him a lot, because my mother and he were separated and divorced. As I say in the documentary, I looked after him in certain ways.
In what ways?
I think of my own kids. I try to communicate with them, but it’s hard. I joke about it with them. They have their issues as teenagers. I give them their space, but when I have to step in and be firm about something, I am. But my father wasn’t a bad father, or absent. He was absent in some ways. He was very loving. He adored me... as I do my kids.

Wednesday, June 1, 2016


From 1959 to 1963, gay men indulged in the weekly treat of watching sexy Robert Conrad on the TV show Hawaiian Eye.  The show was ideal for married men because it offered a macho storyline as cover for watching this tropical beef cake.  Conrad had reached minor success in the late 1950's and early 1960's as a recording artist, but he found his first loyal base of fans once the actor removed his shirt, displaying a taut, hairy athletic physique.  As seen below, he even made the cover of Strength and Health magazine to promote both his body and TV show.
Set against the tropical landscape of Honolulu, this series centered around the cases of Hawaiian two handsome, slick, tough-guy detectives: Thomas Jefferson Lopaka, or Tom for short, and Tracy Steele, a Korean War veteran and former city police detective.  Aside from a few location shots, the program was actually filmed in Los Angeles. 

Troy Donahue came along in the last season as hotel social director Philip Barton.

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

The Man Mate

Regency Square was a company located in North Hollywood that offered nifty novelty undies such as #105 Scuttles, and for MEN OF ACTION there was model #207 the Brief Zip.  These ads were sure to get attention in magazines of the late 1960s. 

Saturday, May 21, 2016

Grooooovy Spring Penis Poppin' Up All Over The Place!

In the 1960s and carrying over into the early 1970s, one of the more popular ways to enjoy looking at photographs of naked men was via 'nudist' or 'natural' magazines.  There had been some publications prior to this time period, but by the mid-1960's nudist magazines were able to display male and female nudity without fear of strict government reprisal, thanks to court decisions.   Among the decisions, courts had reasoned that individuals could not be convicted of obscenity charges unless the materials depicted “patently offensive hard core sexual conduct.” This meant that many materials dealing with nudity, including magazines, did not qualify as legally obscene.
Health, vitality, fitness, and relative innocence (the models were typically posed in situations that were non-sexual in nature where the only thing missing was clothing) were the hallmarks of most nudity magazines during this period.  And while the vast majority of the publications that flourished in this window (between 1950s censorship and explicit hardcore pornography later in the 1970s) was of nude frolicking females, there were also plenty of images including handsome naked men showing their junk. Take for example the cover image for the naturist magazine HUMANA (issue 15, 1967).  The models may have been straight, but it's safe to assume that more than a few of the orders that flowed in for these types of publications were from gay men who ignored the ladies and concentrated on the gents.  The images in many instances certainly seemed to focus as much on the man as the lady, which makes VGMH aficionados very happy indeed.

Friday, May 13, 2016

Vintage guys in heat

Golly... Gee Whiz!  It can get sort of confusing for a fella when he's naked with a good buddy and all of a sudden these feelings start to happen.  What is that look all about that he's giving me, and what does he want me to do back?  I know what I'd sure like to do with my dick that is getting excited, but what if I'm reading this all wrong, just because I haven't jerked off in a whole week? 
If your buddy has his mouth open and no words are coming out, maybe he's trying to tell you something.  Forget about his Peanuts wall pennant in the background, there's just one thing demanding attention and it's throbbing to go down his tight throat!