Caesar's Pornsformation

Caesar, like Tom Katt, has had a very noticable muscling up process over the years. I say this with absolutely no derision--I think he looks great now and looked great ten years ago also. I also admire him for never 100% leaving porn. He certainly had a heyday as a frat-boy tough-guy bottom in the late 90's, but through the years he's popped up occasionally in spreads and the occasional movie and still has his own website. He's about doubled in size in recent years, but I think it fits with his age. He is now a daddy-licious bodybuilder and there ain't no problem with that in my book. His new look can be seen at manifest men and at the end of this post.

Contact Mags

When I was a pre-gay back at camp in the early eighties, I remember kids talking about "Contact Mags" which were not just porn mags like Playboy or Penthouse, but magazines that actually showed fucking (hence their other less mysterious name: "Fuck Mags"). These amazing commodities were possessed by some of the cooler camp counselors--and for some reason they would let their ten year old charges look at them, which was either progressive or kinda lecherous.

  In theory the mags were illegal, but in retrospect I realize this was crap--they were just harder to find because you actually had to go to a porn store to get them. They were usually no more than stills from a movie, and really served as a giant as ads for that film.

The gay versions where available at certain news stands in the West Village in New York, where I grew up. Some of my earliest images of hardcore gay sex were from these magazines.

They barely exist anymore. I got a few recently at a vintage sale for 16$, and could not have been happier. The death of print porn is a very sad thing for me. I love video too, but the enduring quality of a photograph is somehow different to me.

Contact mags often had the unusual ability to take a cheesy low budget movie and make it seem classy...probably because the film images were of so much higher quality than the VHS tapes I ended up watching. This one contains still from "Pacific Coast Highway 2", a pretty mediocre movie. Not that I didn't masturbate to it constantly for a few years, but really it wasn't that good. Steve Regis was always a favorite of mine, and Cole Phillips wasn't bad on the eyes either.

Working out with Roman

One day while I was innocently trolling ManHunt for easy prey, I happened upon the profile of one Roman Ragazzi, Israeli muscle stud and porn star. Although I hoped that he would see my pictures and promptly invite me over for a night of athletic screwing, he was using ManHunt as an ad for his personal training business, so we talked about that instead. Pretty soon, I agreed to meet him for a session. I fully intended to meet him once and write about it here, but I quickly found that he was both a very nice guy and a very good trainer. Somehow I signed up for 10 sessions, then 10 more.

The fact that he was a person before a porn star should has been predictable, I guess. The more time I spent with him the creepier it seemed to write about stalking/intentionally objectifying him as I was doing. I mean, I talked about puppies with him, not porn.

Very soon he was just "Dror" (his given name), and I found I weird to even watch his porn. I still did, but it was weird. 

The amount of time you spend with a trainer leads to a buddy like relationship, even if it is artificial, and I began to think of him as a friend. I never even had the balls to ask him about porn, although we once briefly spoke of his former politics carreer.

True confession time: I still got a thrill when I saw his melon sized biceps and his tree-trunk legs. Watching his massive shoulders and chest straining against his shirt got me a little tingly. And when he spotted me for a bench press with his crotch a few inches from my face yelling "come on!" my face in that Israeli accent....well I am human. I didn't stop objectifying him totally. And having a bona fide porn star make you do squat lunges until you're drenched in sweat and dizzy does lead to fantasy that maybe the reward afterward will be an orgy in the locker room or a blow job on the weight bench. Still waiting on that.

I didn't write about knowing him for a long time out of respect, but if nothing else maybe I can drum up some business for him, hopefully without embarrassing him too much. He was the IT BOY for Raging Stallion for quite a while, so it's not like I'm spilling a huge scoop...the work is out there. Anyhow, if you're in NYC you can find him at Steel Gym. He is great trainer, and let's face it: eye candy.

A last month with Bryan Thomas

Bryan ends a year of his web calendar with this super sexy shot, leaving me wondering who I'm gonna use for next year. I just got an email from Bo Dixon's people asking me in no uncertain terms to stop violating their copyright, so he's out. But check out his calendar for yourself. It's quite good.

Forgotten Porn: Flesh Trap

In the early 2000's the two hottest porn stars on my radar were Billy Herrington and Eric Evans. Yet somehow I've never seen this movie. I don't think anyone has--either the studio never got around to releasing it or it got involved in some legal battle and they can't show it anymore, cause the damn thing is gone with a capital G. Fox Studio even exists in some form at least as a PPV site, but they don't offer this title.

With the grade A beefcake involved I'm surprised there isn't a public outcry. Or maybe a private outcry among me and the 5 other people that know about it. Donnie Russo and Ace Harden were big names back then too. The less cute guy in the poster is Mike Vespa, who, although not as handsome as Billy or Eric, deserves his porn mini fame for the epic load he shoots in "Catalina Bears 3" with Mr. Evans. Actually that's probably not the the original movie (it may be "Furry Men Do!"), but Catalina repackaged their porn so much that the "tissue of origin" (as they say in cancer pathology) is hard to pin  point.

Free and PPV clips at the end for Billy And Eric.

Anyone who has a copy of Flesh Trap, please tell me how to get one and I'll give you a kidney.