Old School Dallesandro

And by "old" I mean old ... Joe Dallesandro, the sexy hot and frequently nekkid (!) underground film star back in the Warhol hey-days, yeah he's old now. I really wouldn't care to see any of his naked parts anymore, past 60 years and the naughty bits really ought to stay hidden. But damn, he was really most excellent fodder for whacking off back then if I had been of age, I'd reckon. Of course now that I am of age and then some, fortunately the pics and flicks of the Dallesandro glory days remain and yep, work for me. Never really showed a bulge from what I can tell, except of course for the famous Rolling Stones Sticky Fingers album cover, eportedly Joe's package. You know what the Stones said, though, you can't always get what you want, sometimes you get what you need.

Who Knew Voodoo?

Academy, that is. As in Voodoo Academy, the movie from a few years back. Lame, lame and did I mention lame? But I'm a sucker for low-budget horror flicks, fun to watch, I can't answer why exactly. Particularly this one fun, lots of young muscular guys, writhing around in their underwear, rubbing their cock bulges ... all for no apparent reason I can tell. The plot of the story, the headmaster (heh heh, I said 'headmaster') of the academy's nefarious plan to use the boys enrolled there to resurrect Satan. Somehow. I dunno, it really makes no sense, and why all the crotch self-loving helps to that end, who knows? But however it helps or doesn't, Satan resurrected or no, it does help keeping the movie worth watching. Or maybe that's just me, hottie boys in underwear are a fetish thingy for me anyway. And as always, me lovin' the bulgin'! Like this here video ...