Carl Hardwick's heyday

When Carl started working with Colt, he let his thick body hair grow in, and usually sported a 5 o'clock shadow or a mustache. When I tuned in about he was already a sensation at Colt and had done one video for Colt's Legendary Bodies. It had two parts. First Carl is in the woods as lumberjack, which would be entirely believable if he wasn't wearing Daisy Dukes. He then goes back to his mountain home and takes and outdoor shower which I have to say is a bit of a masterpiece. Just a shower you say? Sure some butt slammin would be nice, but I've watched him soap up those hairy pecs in a sunbeam hundreds of times and I never get tired of it. The second half is Carl shaving his body hair "before a contest" and then posing, which is a tad more boring, but still hot. No cumshots yet. But I was very good that year and I wished as hard as i could....

 

A word about the crazy superman photoshop: There was a guy a while ago that was photoshopping porn stars as superheros, which I loved...it gave me hope that I'm not the carziest porn addict out there....Anyway DC comics threatened him with a lawsuit so he needed to stop, but not before I snagged this pic.

Superdaddy: Carl Hardwick

I have literally been putting off writing about this guy for the run of this blog, because I'm afraid I won't do him justice. He represents everything that I find erotic in this world in a way no one else does. Images like the numerous Colt spreads he did in the late 90's are the reason I'm gay...I would see pictures of him and I just couldn't deny that I was attracted to men anymore. He is the only person in my porn collection where I can jerk off just looking at his pictures...no need for a scene partner or hardcore action or even moving parts with ol' Carl.

I remember very clearly when I first saw him. I was walking down Hudson street in New York with some friends, high as a kite. This was during my thankfully brief Meth stage in my early 20's. Like many fags, Meth made me hypersexual, but unlike most fags, I wasn't really sure if I was a fag yet and didn't have a efficient outlet for my gay meth energy.

Anyhoo I was speedin' along Hudson street and I saw the following image out of the corner of my eye in a store window, smiling from a magazine:

Now I can already hear the haters..."Ew, he's so Big," "Really? white jeans?"etc. But that photo stopped me in my tracks. I couldn't really say anything to my friends because at the time I was known as the token straight guy among my largely gay group of friends (why I couldn't come out to a largely gay group of friends is psychiatrist material for days). Anyway I made a note in my meth addled head to come back later on the DL and get that magazine.



He only did stills and jerk off stuff, but he did a fair amount for Colt before giving it up to concentrate on his other career as a the body builder Rusty Jeffers (see blog and site). There are calendars, magazines, about 4 films and ton of stills. I keep on thinking I've seen it all, but then I'll find a bodybuilding video or something and fall in love again. Carl is the gift that keeps givin'...and he still visits me often when I'm alone in the shower.



Unfortunately, his hair (both on his head and body) is a distant memory now, and much as I like the muscles, it was the hair that made him so hot to me.

I can't possibly give Carl only one day, so I'll make this a short series.







His first era I have collected pics from consists of his early bodybuilding career and a shoot he did for Playgirl which I believe was his intro to softcore and the gay audience. The questionable clothing and hairstyle choices quickly tell you what timeframe we're dealing with. I'm not in love with his shaved look, but the body is undeniable. With that mustache you can almost imagine the folks at Colt creaming in their drawers when they discovered him.