(AKA Jim King, Todd Avery, James Waldrop)who you may remember from such films as A Night at Halsted’s, Gold Rush Boys (bearded!), Brothers Should Do It, These Bases Are Loaded, Performance, Colt’s Sun Strokes ( as Todd Avery, with Mickey Squires), Al Parker’s Turned On! and of course, Joe Gage’s Closed Set.
And if you’d like to see him in a jockstrap with sexy Mike Kelly (AKA Noel Kemp, Eric Stryker), check out this post from Vintage Gay Male History!
Richard Locke, of course – publicity still for El Paso Wrecking Corp., 1977
El Paso Wrecking Corp.
directed by: Joe Gage (1977)
Starring: Richard Locke and Fred Halsted; Also featuring: Clay Russell, Guillermo Ricardo, Keith Anthoni (in the motorcycle scene), Mike Morris (father), Jared Benson (son), Lou Davis, Steve King, Aaron Taylor, Robert Snowden, Ken Brown, Rob Carter, Jeanne Marie Marchaud, Veronica Compton, and in non-sexual roles Georgina Spelvin (she plays the bartender), and Stan Braddock (and other, non-credited guys from the orgies).
I love her voiceover; I think this is one of three trailers they did for the film, and don’t think I’ve posted this one before.
Only 3 films? Cross referencing Gay Erotic Video Index and of course SmutJunkies – I see Desert Fox, co-starring Dave Daniels (same scene appeared in both of these videos – California Fox and Pieces of Eight, directed by Fred Halsted); his “solo” in Joe Gage’s El Paso Wrecking Corp. (1978); and Colt’s Summit Meeting, co-starring Paul Storr. Right? Did I miss anything?
that’s me (suprise) above, in April of 2011, goofing around with the BF in the dunes near Race Point. The same trip where I first saw Right Whales. For some reason the other day, I was poking around the archives here, and saw my first post after my very first trip to Provincetown, back in the fall of 2004. Yup, I guess I was right back then – I was just getting started!
I found the long line for the “chinatown bus” and got in it. Distracted by my thoughts, but able to keep pace with the slow-moving line that promised me onto a totally packed bus, I tried to keep my sighing to myself. Nearing the front, where a small asian woman was taking e-tickets, I looked to my left and saw another bus company’s much shorter line. Boston – Hyannis – Provincetown. I sighed, then the six people in that line turned towards me, and all started laughing. HAHAHA ha! You have to go back to New York, and we’re all going to P-Town. HAHAHAHAHA! ha!
sigh.
Only a couple hours earlier, watching all the leathermen get off the fastferry as I waited to get on, an ambulance pulled up to the boat. Apparently someone got sick/passed out, and there would be a delay; is this a sign I should stay? I didn’t necessarily want to be part of leathermates weekend, but as these hairy smiling faces passed me going into town, I sighed. Why must I leave so soon? I biked, I beach-frolicked, bird-watched, picture-snapped, dunes-brunched, sunset-watched, chowder-slurped; in a hottub, on a bed, under a boatslip, and in the dunes there were other kinds of slurping. Head sunburned, feet blistered, crotch grabbed, butt – well, they tried, anyway. I laughed my ass off as a pair of seals appeared, swimming along the shore in the same direction as my barefoot hike, trying to snap pictures, having no problem keeping up with them until I exhausted myself and found a solitary spot up against the sand and ate the poorly planned meal i had in my backpack. And they appeared again, turning and diving, poking their faces out in my direction, and swimming off again, giving me another fit of laughter.
But
I was just getting started.
sigh.
