Dick Stark competed for the Junior Mr. America title in 1968, but only came in 11th. His classic beauty, naturally muscular build and blond flattop has been remembered far longer that the other 10 contestants that beat him. At most, you’ll only see bare butt shots, he otherwise only posed in underwear or posing straps, but as you can see, it leaves little to the imagination. Enjoy these 97 rare art photos of this incredibly handsome specimen in the VIP Room.
I’ve heard the phrase “caught red handed”, but I’ve never heard “Caught Hot Handed“. That simple twist of a phrase must have triggered some latent homoerotic cravings for the producers of this quickie slapped-together magazine from the late 60’s or early 70’s. It’s mostly a mishmash of photos thrown together, with a small storyline attached to a sexual tryst outdoors. But if you just want to wank to cute young guys with trim physiques and big cocks, “Caught Hot Handed” is worth your membership money right there.
I learned graphic arts back when magazine pages had to be manually pasted up onto art board, and without Photoshop or Illustrator, we used “border tape” to manually create designs on the page. It’s clearly evident in this magazine someone had just recently learned graphic design went a little crazy with border tape to be “creative”. Aren’t those sample pages above greatly enhanced with those strips of border tape? Doesn’t that make you immediately want to buy?
I also enjoy some of the words of (nonsense) wisdom such as on page 27, “The beginning of wisdom is the realization that there are other points of view than my own. Understanding those views is the next step. The final test of wisdom is understanding why those views are held.”
WTF?
I think they opened a random page of a textbook from freshman Philosophy 101 to get that quote! What the hell does it have to do with sucking cock or fucking guys in the ass?
A blond surfer boy twink answers the door naked only wearing a towel. The tall black newspaper delivery boy demands payment, but since the twink is probably shacking up with some trick, he claims to have no money. Well, gee, what happens next, I wonder? As a minor twist on the old pizza boy scenario, the newsboy follows the Laws of Porn and instantly “takes it out in trade”.
They fall right into bed, with the tall, lanky black guy sucking off the blond twink. It doesn’t take long for the twink to discover the newsboy has a giant cock, so he quickly makes his ass available to get fucked bigtime. It’s clear he’s itching to get fucked and once the ball gets rolling, he loves getting his ass plowed. The big dicked top cums all over the twink’s hairy little ass and smears it all over. From there, it’s twinky’s turn to shoot a load, and he does it with the black newsboy licking up each shot of jizz juice.
Black Newsboy Delivers is an 8-10 minute rarely seen movie digitally transferred from 8mm film.
I just added a new gallery to the VIP Room called “Rock Hard” that features J. W. King and a blond hunk in an outdoor scene in the mountains. I sort of have an idea how the shoot happened, even though there is no actual way of knowing. The magazine it came from had no masthead, no photo credits, no company name and no copyright information. The magazine was titled “Rock Hard” because it mostly takes place on rocks (duh) and it is Volume 1 Issue 1. Were there subsequent issues? Doubtful.
My guess is an aspiring photographer got hired by a cigar-chomping guy with gold chains and shady reputation. The only directions were to “go out and shoot some boys and don’t spend a lot of money”. The photographer was probably just out of school and anxious to impress his new client. He probably heard of J.W. King as the “it” boy of the bar scene in LA or San Francisco and hit him up to do a shoot. With a hot property like the big dicked King locked in, the young photographer got the grandiose idea to do an outdoor shoot in the mountains.
To shoot hardcore porn in an outdoor setting, you really need to go somewhere completely remote so you don’t get families or cops seeing you. That means a long drive and a long hike off the beaten path. No doubt it was just the two models, the photographer and a very rudimentary 35mm camera from the mid-1970’s. No flash, no reflectors, no auto focus, no white balance and no digital playback. He probably left his light meter back at the dorm room, too.
This type of shoot always starts out as all business, but after a long drive and a long hike to get away from onlookers, the “work” part becomes an annoyance compared to having a pleasant day outdoors. As the hours pass and the drugs kick in, the focus turns to the getting the sex over with. Surrounded by numerous trees, logs, rocks and undiscovered sights up ahead, it’s hard to choose one spot to start shooting. The clouds shift, the tree branches move and the lighting changes as soon as you pick a good angle. Without a flash or a reflector, you are at the mercy of natural light. When your subject is half in bright sun and half in shade, the camera doesn’t know how to give a good balance between overly bright light and deep shadows. Some of that can be corrected in photo processing lab, but there’s no guarantee it will look good. After shooting digital for so long with the ability to preview each shot, I can’t imagine going back the the uncertainty of not knowing how the shots will come out. Plus, even if the lab came up with some good photos, the printer could easily screw things up when putting it into magazine format.
Such is the problem with “Rock Hard“. Most of the shots were in black and white, so I was able to do some remarkable corrections to the photos. The color photos still suffer from the dreaded color banding that I’m sure can be corrected somehow, but not known to me. Rather than presenting a series of muddy, washed out images I was able to improve a majority of the shots significantly, even better than they look when holding the magazine in your hand. Some of the close-ups actually look like, dare I say, fine art photos, with more detail than I expected. Some shots admittedly are duds, but given the possible scenario I dreamed up coupled with the antiquated film processing and low-end printing techniques, I think “Rock Hard” will be a delight to view for VIP Members of Vintage Bareback.
And, yes, they suck, rim, and fuck without rubbers on rocks, in trees and in front of a waterfall. J.W. King is gorgeous and works his giant cock like a trouper. Well worth the price of membership.
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A few months ago I took my 8mm projector and some movies to a dinner party. After a lovely meal with a group of gay men, I pointed the projector at the wall and showed the movie, “Sex Salad“. The retro-cool angle of pulling out a Deco style steel and Bakelite antique gadget is, in itself a fun parlor trick. The fact that the images projected were kinky XXX rated gay porn only added to it. The audience was rolling on the floor laughing at this movie – a better reaction than I ever would have imagined.
Showing a movie after dinner on with Blu-Ray disc on giant flat screen is so passe it’s almost automatic. Marshall McLuhan was right about film as a “hot” medium and television as a “cool” medium. The simple act of projecting a 30 year old movie onto a wall versus looking at the TV on the opposite wall made the simple act of watching instantly more engaging.
But back to the movie itself, “Sex Salad” was an obscure movie that has been sort of “lost” over the years. Long before Johnny Knoxville and his gang started performing “Jackass” style hi-jinx, (actually before those boys were born…), the unknown film maker did a small series of kinky videos that were more slapstick than sensual. There has always been an underlying vein of humor associated with porn, and most attempts at piercing through that thin veil are unsuccessful or unintentionally funny. The makers of “Sex Salad” knew they were creating comedy, but tried their best to keep it straight-faced and butch.
So what’s so funny about “Sex Salad“? It’s the inventive ways to use food as sex toys. Rather than just shove a cucumber up a guy’s ass, they went to the trouble of coring out the inside of the cucumber for the top to wear over his dick to fuck someone in the ass. The hard-shell waxy skin of a cucumber makes a great green prosthetic dick and the extra wide thickness of it pleases the hungry bottom, actually giving new meaning to “hungry bottom”.
But the cucumber is not the only vegetable exploiting in “Sex Salad“. Carrots, tomatoes, celery, olives and lettuce are also subjected to acts of debauchery. Butt fucking with a bright red Beefsteak tomato worn as a cock ring is a sight to see! But the crowd pleaser when showing this movie to an audience is watching a dozen olives get shoved up a guy’s ass only to have them spit out again and landing on another guy’s face! Showing that scene will spice up any dull dinner party!
Before I get too analytical and pretentious (Did I really bring up McLuhan in a porn review?), I should talk about the men in this movie. In a word – HOT! In order of appearance, there is a hairy muscle daddy with a beard, followed by a shapely pretty boy with a perfect v-shaped torso and furry chest, and a smooth twink with a pre-Emo haircut that proudly matches the length of girth of his cock with that of a fat, juicy cucumber. For me, the burnt-orange shag carpet and red brocade curtains play a role just as important as the men themselves, but that’s just my twisted sense of humor.
A well-orchestrated fetish sex comedy needs a boffo show-stopping finale, and this one truly delivers. The hunky three-some stand over a salad bowl of Romaine lettuce and tomatoes and shoot their loads into a tasty, though slightly salty, Bukaake Salad. The epilogue shows the boys fully clothed in period wear of the mid-1970’s serving the “Sex Salad” to guests at their own dinner party.
If your dinner guests are beyond Martha Stewart, Paula Dean or Rachel Ray recipes and you need to get the conversation going, fire up VintageBareback.com and show them a bit of “Sex Salad“. The party will either turn into a sloppy sex orgy, or they’ll go home early and give you some private time to watch more porn.
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Junior Cadets No. 4 is an action-packed magazine from the 1970’s with three distinct story lines. The first scene shows two lonely Cadets sitting in their dorm in full uniform looking bored until a civilian friend comes to visit. It must be his floral print shirt with horses and trees that get them turned on enough to engage in three way sex. Or maybe it’s the poster of John Denver on the wall that got them all hot and bothered!
Next is a solo scene with a tall, lanky guy with a giant cock pleasuring himself in a shower.
And to take full advantage of the uniform rental, two other guys wear the cadet uniforms to the movies and engage in some tearoom sex with the theater usher. After getting kicked out of the movies, they head back to their gay auntie’s living room complete with green shag carpeting and plaid couch. You’ve got to look closely at this example of interior desecration to fully appreciate it. For example, take a look at the crystal figurines that completely cover the coffee table, not to mention the rhinestone necklaces framed on the wall. Like I said, it must be someone’s gay auntie that lives there because it certainly wouldn’t be a military school barracks!
I can kinda see how this shoot happened. “Let’s get Jack Wrangler and some hooker boys, then rent a boat and make a bunch of money!” They did match up some cute young guys for this black and white naughty nautical shoot sometime in the early 1970’s. Somewhere along the way, someone got the bright idea to buy some goofy looking sailor hats with a tassel on top. Wow. Sexy. Not.
Someone might have gotten seasick or something along the way because they had to finish the shoot in a bedroom with a cast iron chandelier and a patch work quilt. It was another unfortunate period where they couldn’t publish any so-called “hardcore” gay porn involving mouth on dicks or anal penetration. It’s all nude, you get to see everything, but you just don’t get to see certain body parts enter other body parts. But it’s got Jack Wrangler, what more do you need?
White knee high tube socks with stripes around the top and polyester gym shorts with white piping on the edges have made a big fashion comeback recently. If you look at this scene, you’ll see why the younger generation is turned on by that look. I wore that same uniform myself in the 1970’s and I was the same age as those guys then, too. We didn’t have any problem whatsoever walking around in those tiny, tight shorts with nothing on underneath. One guy’s shorts have zippers on the sides that open all the way to the waist band, so I am not sure what sport would benefit from that athletic gear, other than male stripper.
“Oops, excuse me young man, but since your balls just fell out, I might as well suck it.” That’s kind of how this scene played out. A blond, curly haired jock with six pack abs gets a crotch shoved in his face by an equally athletic brunette and the show begins. They are later joined by another young blond in a blue tank top and jock strap with a big hard dick and a gymnast body.
The action all takes place on the bench in front of gym lockers in varies pieces of skimpy athletic gear to satisfy the sports fetishists out there. The scene is a full 16 minutes of jocks fucking, sucking and rimming in amazingly brilliant color with slow motion cum shots repeated on a second camera, which was also rare at the time.
The quintessential look of a 1970’s era pornstar is displayed in this scene high atop a tree-covered mountain. This iconic styled brunette with a bushy mustache, bell-bottom Levi’s and finely sculpted musculature needs no other help. This bodybuilder with matinee idol good looks will get you off just by pleasuring himself in this gorgeous setting with perfect outdoor lighting and brilliant color. True muscle fans need little or no accessories, and this specimen needs only to fondle his hairy chest, tweek his nipples, and worship every inch of his pumped up body in the warm sun to get you stimulated. He obviously loves his chiseled chest as much as we do because he’s feeling it up as he shoots his milky load on his furry belly.
