I’m sure there is a story behind this magazine, California Lineman, and it has something to do with a telephone repair man and hard hats. Pretty easy to predict. The repairman is sinewy hairy daddy with the classic 70’s mustache (best described as a pornstache) and mirrored Aviator sunglasses.
Ding dong! “Telephone repair! Do you need me to climb your pole?”
You know the rest.
I remember back in the early 1980’s there was a super hot gay telephone installer in the South of Market area that was, needless to say, very popular at gay households. That scenario played out many times in real life.
The phone customer in this magazine is a younger, twinkish guy with long hair, and makes a good bottom for the Italian Stallion. Another blue collar guy shows up at some point to also have his way with the long haired twink, but he’s not as memorable.
The photography is excellent and really gives you the feel of what 70’s gay porn should look like. See for yourself when you become a VIP Member.
When I first started working in porn, my mentor told me some good advice, “Never let guys dance in gay porn.” When I first saw that shot of the skinny boy in a striped bikini bottom from a 1965 gay porn magazine, it reminded me of that sage advice, because he certainly was right! It’s not sexy, but it was pretty daring to try it.
My second impression of this photo was that it looks a lot like Olympic skater Johnny Weir, another example of someone who loves to take risks.
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This movie could easily have been forgotten if it wasn’t for one single element that makes it unique – one character wears a pair of jeans covered in giant peace symbols. Clothing like that was a bold fashion statement at a time when the world was only accustomed to standard shapes, muted colors, and patterns limited to subtle checks, plaids and pinstripes. Clothing with outrageous graphics, colors and extreme shapes (bell bottom pants, wide lapel shirts, mini shirts, etc.) arrived in the late 60’s, but many of us couldn’t get ahold of those styles until well into the 70’s.
This movie was probably from the early 1970’s and appears to be from Europe. The movie opens with a brief clip of a bleached blond boy walking down a very European style street and meets a cute brunette who is wearing the peace sign jeans with a wide belt cinched tight to accent his tiny waist. And yes, he does fill out those jeans very nicely.
The blond takes his time seducing unzipping the peace sign jeans and pulling out a nice sized uncut cock. At this point, if you look closely, the blond has long, painted fingernails, also a rarity at the time. He gives a slow, seductive, lip smacking blowjob. He finally gets his own pants off to reveal a cute little pure white butt. He gets bent over the wooden arm of a Danish Modern chair (that would fetch a hefty price from collectors today) to get plowed by the uncut brunette.
The brunette fucks the blond silly and cums on his back. We then see something unusual. Generally at this point there’s a fade-out to the epilogue, and the scene ends. Instead we watch as the blond wipes his back with a cum towel and the top gets dressed again in his peace sign jeans. The brunette smiles and chuckles, then exits shirtless. The blond sits down on the Burnt Orange Danish Modern chair and smacks his lips and rubbing his own uncut cock thinking about the hot fuck he just had. As he stands up to exit and the camera zooms in on the lone cum rag sitting on the chair. Movies don’t often end with a cum rag, even today. Just another oddity that I love about vintage gay porn!
The entire 12 minute scene “Peace Sign Jeans” is available right now in the Vintage Bareback VIP Room.
Some boys are just too pretty to be allowed to live. This young stud with pouty lips, long blond hair, and smooth, alabaster skin has perfect features and the arrogance of a store mannequin. He is one of those types where I can’t decide if I want to fuck him or smack him.
The old queen who photographed him must have been peeing his pants seeing this blond surfer dude dressed up in motorcycle boots and the kind of outfits that ONLY look good on good looking young twinks like him.
He’s in a magazine I scanned for the VIP Room called “New Dudes”, but there’s a lot more like him in there, too.
It’s no wonder porn gets a bad rap for low quality production values. This came from the magazine “High Rise Boys” and no one noticed that the photo lighting was showing a reflection on the glass. Oops. This picture is the most obvious example, but it’s not the only bad shot either. If you look through the whole magazine there are several shots with the lighting umbrella reflection – even on the cover!
But then again, who really looks at that stuff besides me? Here’s some cute blond twinks fucking naked and I’m obsessed with stuff like shag carpeting and technical flaws. Get a VIP Membership and see for yourself.
Country roads, take me home To the place, I be-long West virginia, mountain momma Take me home, country roads All my memories, gather ’round her Miner’s lady, stranger to blue water Dark and dusty, painted on the sky Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye.
That John Denver poster on the wall is somehow out of place with these young twinks having three way sex.
Twinks with a hairy chest is rare, so I take every opportunity to point it out when I see one. This blond toe-head twink has a beautiful, trim athletic chest and some new growth of manly chest hair. The photograph was printed poorly (too much yellow) but you can see he’s a strawberry blond or freckled red head. Poor, poor ginger boy! Some look down on gingers, but I know some very rabid fans of red heads. The blond surfer twink on the bottom looks like a big fan, too!
See more of these two delicious vintage twinks from the magazine “High Rise Boys” in the VIP Room.
I love erotic cartoons. I am acquiring a nice collection of vintage erotic art that I will be sharing with you as I go along. Once I get enough prepared for this site, I will create it’s own section. In the meantime, just get your VIP Membership and hunt around. You’ll never know what you’ll find in the VIP Room.
The twinks depicted in the little scene from “New Dudes” are all drawn to be short, supple and muscular but still innocent and doe-eyed, while committing disgusting acts of filth as cowboys and Indians. Would the politically correct name be “Twink-ians”?
