I knew I recognized this ass. I have referenced before my savant-like ability to recognize disembodied porn star parts. This flyer was in my corner bar trying to attract HIV positive party boys for a study.
The ass belongs to one of my earliest porn crushes, Ted Matthews. He was handsome in a very frat boy sort of way, and has one of the nicest shaped cocks I've ever seen. His blow job scenes, both giving and receiving, are amazing. "Too Damn Big" and "The Bridegroom's Cherry" were early favorites of mine. He actually has a scene with another favorite of mine, Eric Evans, in a movie called "Mesmerized" which would be an all time favorite if not for the directors incredibly bad choice of shooting it partially in slo-mo/false color to make it "freaky". I wish I could break into that directors home and get the un-adulterated first cut. I would probably smother the guy with a pillow while I was there to improve porn standards.
The last two pics at the end are from "Nude Science".
Mike was an early porn crush of mine. He was mostly a print model but did do a few jerk off films for Colt. His square jaw and deep blue eyes enabled me to overlook his mullet and constant need for a fluffer. I kind of wonder why he didn't end up on a soap opera somewhere as a character named Lance or Chad.
As I continued to mangle my old Colt magazines and paste them into my new book, my fascination with Steve Kelso would become apparent to any casual observer. I once described him as looking like a Hungarian plumber to a friend, but believe me I mean that as a compliment. He's masculine, hairy, not too pretty, not too big and has that butch eagle tattoo. Once upon a time he had a website called "Hairway to Steven", but it's long since defunct. And Steve, I'm still waiting for that T-shirt I ordered in 1999...
The next two pages weren't as pretty Feng Shui wise as the first but with all that Steve you can't really go wrong.
So anyone who has followed this blog from the start (all 4 of you), knows that originally it was expo-ing a book in which I would paste my male-focused straight porn into when I was a closeted teen. The point being that so I could kind of jerk of to pictures of guys without feeling like so much of a fag.
Obviously this is something I've gotten over. Somewhere in the interim between masturbating to pictures of hottish guys fucking girls and writing a blog about a gay porn there came "the gay book".
The main difference between the two "projects" is that
A) I knew I was gay and was relatively comfortable about it when I did my second cut and paste project.
B) I had developed my "gay sensibility" enough to not use "Post-it"s and masking tape to hold my craft together.
This version of my insanity was conceived and realized during a bizarre weekend where I was stranded in Illinois.
I had to go to central Illinois for a grad school interview and there was one of those completely inexplicable travel restrictions that reduced the fare by 500$ if I stayed over a Saturday night, even though the interview was on a Thursday.
So I had this completely unreasonable amount of downtime in a weird boring city (which btw I would ultimately spend 4 years in). So my solution to deal with that downtime was to bring along several bottles of Rush and a bunch of porn mags to try and condense them into a volume I could hide in plain sight.
My volume of choice was this issue of Muscle and Fitness:
It's no secret that muscle mags have a homoerotic aspect, particularly if you lean towards brawny types like I do. When no real porn was available, I've gone there. So it seemed like a logical medium to work with.
The "spreads" that I came up with were hybrids of the porn and the muscleheads already in the magazine. I think I did okay aesthetically considering how much beer and poppers I consumed during my odd Illinois bender.
The first two pages were this ad for some weight loss pill:
And the lovely Steve Kelso, from a Colt ad:
Not too different huh?
