The Book, page 1, Steve Drake

When I was a budding gay in high school (and not quite sure how to deal with the fact that I was a budding gay), I would scour straight porn for hot guys. Anyone who tried this in the early 90's knows that there were very few hot guys in straight porn, so it really was a time intensive labor of love in the pre-internet days. It mostly involved a lot of disappointing late night purchases from magazine stands and porno shops. So, rather than keep bundles of disjointed pornography under my bed that would surely be discovered by my snooping mother, my solution was to take the hottest images I could find, then paste, tape or staple them rather amateurishly inside a book that I thought my parents would never open. It was a book called "Gods and Goddesses" from a Time/Life series called "The Enchanted World". Not only was it unlikely to be nabbed off the shelves, but in my teenage mind thought the choice was a little funny in a tongue in cheek sort of way (I was 16...give me some leeway). In some of the scans you can see tidbits of book in the margins. The bit of prose captured are often nearly as apropos/comical as the ridiculous porn type that accompanies the photos. The beginning of this blog will be a trip through this book, which I have always wanted to preserve for the insight it gives into my horny pre-gay teenage mind. The blurry focus is clearly on the guys, but I must warn you, there is some vaj.

Page 1

Steve Drake is the guy with the stache, and he was one on my favs. His Magnum PI-type looks really got me going. I stumbled on a detailed site dedicated to him recently that I would have killed for when I was younger. Kids today have it so easy. Much more on Steve to come.

More of "The Book", T.T. Boy

T.T. Boy is an amazingly prolific porn star who is still in the biz today. He sort of walked the line between pudgy and built, but he a had a frat boy appeal that I couldn't deny. He also always seemed to be fucking so hard he was about to pass out from the exertion, which I find admirable. I had always assumed his bizarre porn name was cause he liked "titties", but apparently he used to be a boxer and fought under the name "Troy the Boy". Jenna Jameson tells a memorable story about him in her autobiography:

“He (T.T. Boy) raced through the foreplay – a little kissing a little oral sex – then all hell broke loose. He slammed me so fast and hard that it took every ounce of control I had to stay focused and in the moment…. I could feel my thighs bruising against his. Then suddenly it all stopped. He pulled out and shot straight into my mouth. I wasn’t expecting him to pop so soon.
‘Is that all?’ I asked.
‘No,’ he said. He grabbed my hips and helped me just over his lap and started slamming me into his dick. I was in decent shape cardio-wise, but he moved with such force and speed that I was winded. It felt like my insides were going to fall out. And then, finally, he popped – again.
‘Is that all?’ I asked.
‘No', he grunted.
And he put it right back inside. The guy was a machine. There was no lull. His focus never dimmed. His intensity never wavered. He’d throw me into position after position, and would come in each one. I was in shock. I’d never been fucked like this in my life.
I couldn’t wait for him to finish. I was starting to get sore. Finally, after four pop shots, he said, ‘Hold on. I have to go eat something.’
‘Are we done?’ I dared to ask.
‘Not by a long shot,’ he said.
I didn’t think I could take anymore, but I kept my mouth shut. I was curious to see what he was up to now. He walked off, devoured three cans of tuna, and was back with a raging hard-on still pulsating in the air. Within minutes, he was pounding me over and over, in every position I’d ever imagine and some I hadn’t, until finally, with one last climactic pop, he was done. Time elapsed: 156 minutes. …
I literally limped away from the set, licking my wounds…” (Pg. 374)

She proceeds to call him "tuna boy" for the rest of the book. I love porn star autobiographies.

He makes a couple more appearances in my book, one with my man Steve Drake. Notice the double standard that the woman in that pic still has her heels on but he's wearing dirty socks. Also note the tangle of electrical cords at their feet, which probably wouldn't make the fire marshal too happy. Maybe it was integral to the plot.




He's aging pretty well too. He's still got a swarthy appeal:



His brother is an amazingly hot gay porn star named Lex Baldwin, but that sad tale will get a post of its own.....

More of "The Book", Steve Drake

Back to an all time favorite, Steve Drake.
The type in this series is not to be missed, so enlarge and take a peek. Strangely, he is called Marcel both in this series and in my very first post, which is also set in a garage, but with a different girl. Maybe it's part of a larger story arc about a lonely french mechanic in 1987.




Like most straight porn, this photoset really doesn't showcase how hot Steve is. The girl's outfit alone is enough to kill my woody, so here are more of my favorite shots of "Marcel":

More of "The Book", Jon Dough and Robert Bullock

This page is really nothing special. Torn from a glossy hardcore mag, it probably represents an attempt to justify the 20 dollars I spent on the magazine more than any actual hotness I found in it. It does represent the first appearance of Robert Bullock, who is to me was sort of a poor man's Steve Drake. He pops up again later. I needed to scavenge what I could from all the porn I bought. I do love the "attempt" at staging where a sateen blue backdrop was hung, probably to hide a collection of ceramic horses or something.


I fell guilty about how un-hot this post is so here's some gratuitous man on man action: