Posted by SGT. COACH on Monday Apr 8, 2013 Under DIRTY SHORTS
Fuck studs Owen Hawk and Brandon Hawk find themselves pitching a tent when young smooth bottom Aaron Summer and his nice tight hole are at ease and ready for a serious double-dicking and huge loads.
Jake Steel and Dale Cooper were two actors in The Haunting who just seemed right for each other. Even though they never shared a scene together, you probably found yourself looking back at the movie and wondering — why didn’t those two fuck?! Well, we were thinking the same thing! Jake and Dale had great chemistry together behind the scenes so we thought we’d do a hot scene with them and tie up some loose ends in the trilogy to boot.
Two bearded studs stand lip locked, giants of fur and muscle. Both are rock hard and way into each other. Heath goes down on Spencer, eager to gag on it. Spencer moans and writhes in pleasure. Soon they are both ’69′, Heath throat deep with Spencer’s engorged hog and taking a seat on his face. Spencer is all to happy licking that fuzzy pink hole. Spencer flips Heath on his back and stuffs him up right! Looking deep into each other’s eyes, Heath gets a good pounding from his top daddy. Spencer is ready to plunge deep doggy style. Heath gets on his knees and takes it like a man before taking a white hot face load of sperm! Both men unload milky white cum shots and collapse in an embrace of their own man sweat and jizz.
MY HUSTLER
“Still an entertaining bitchfest!”
– Film Threat
“Made on Fire Island beach, this is vintage Warhol, with rather more structure than usual. The camera pans between a bronzed, blond hustler, statuesque on the sand, and an aging queen talking on the verandah of a beach house. The queen provides most of the soundtrack: part monologue, part conversation in best New York camp style, witty, vicious, and outrageous.”
– Time Out (London)
My Hustler starred Paul America who, according to Warhol, had been discovered by Lester Persky at the discotheque named Ondine (no relation to the superstar). According to Paul America, however, Persky had picked up Paul while he was hitchiking. The plot, as outlined in Popism, of My Hustler is that an old homosexual brings a butch blond hustler to Fire Island for the weekend only to have all his neighbors try to lure the hustler away.
While filming on Fire Island, somebody in Warhol’s entourage spiked either the scrambled eggs or orange juice with acid. Gerard insisted it was in the scrambled eggs and that everyone, including Andy had some. Stephen Shore said he saw the Sugar Plum Fairy put it in the orange juice. Andy denied he was stoned.
In order to avoid an X rating, 40 minutes of gay S&M footage was rumored to be cut and destroyed from the 1980 film, “Cruising.” Inspired by the mythology of this controversial film, filmmakers James Franco and Travis Mathews collaborate to imagine their own lost footage.
Amid the backdrop of a frenzied film set actor Val Lauren reluctantly agrees to take the lead in the film. Val is repeatedly forced to negotiate his boundaries during scenes on and “off camera,” as un-simulated gay sex happens around him. The film itself is constructed as a play with boundaries remaining queer in subject and form. As much a film about filmmaking as it is about an exploration of sexual and creative freedom, “Interior. Leather Bar.” defies easy categorization.
The film stars Lauren and Christian Patrick and will make its official debut at the 2013 Sundance Film Festival.
Posted by SGT. COACH on Saturday Nov 17, 2012 Under DIRTY SHORTS
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Hey y’all, Jake Jaxson here. Growing up in South Louisiana, we loved to tell stories. There was nothing better than a good old fashioned ghost story and I especially loved it when Halloween came around. We lived in an old creaky house in the Garden District of New Orleans that would send a chill up anyone’s spine who walked inside, and my active imagination became over-stimulated. Doors opened on their own, bursts of cold on a warm day, footsteps and voices coming from empty rooms… it was all the norm.
Once, a friend who stayed over burst into my room out of breath with fear in his eyes — he had just experienced the feeling of being held down in his bed and not being able to get up, as if someone was sitting on him, pinching and slapping him (No, it wasn’t me! At least not that time!). Was our house haunted? I think so… there was definitely something there… real or imagined.
My most vivid personal experience came late one night — the witching hour — when I felt someone or something caressing my inner thighs. There were hands rubbing all over my chest, my stomach, and then finally onto my hard, demanding cock! It was like electricity pulsing through my body, unlike anything I’d felt before, taking me to a point of total bliss and explosion. When I woke up, the covers were peeled back, my white briefs were wet with cum, and my cock was still pulsing from the attention. Was it just a vivid wet dream or a sexual haunting? I’ll never know for sure, but that experience has stayed with me and it’s the inspiration for this week’s scary story – The Haunting.
