Saturday, September 30, 2017

Earle Has Public Sex with Teen Idol Matt Dillon

Orange County, August 2017

I'm visiting Los Angeles for a week, having dinner with my ex-boyfriend Lane, his husband Ben, and four of their assimilated married couple Orange County friends, all in their 50s and 60s.  No nudity, no sharing, just discussions of aluminum siding and 401k accounts, and what I'm doing wrong with my career and personal life.

I try to steer the conversation away from what's wrong with me to celebrity hookup stories, and to my surprise, hear a number of new ones.

Lane and Ben hooked up with Keanu Reeves' boyfriend.

Stan went down on John Amos in the shower.

 James dated Ricardo Montalban.

 And Earle had public sex with 1980s teen idol Matt Dillon.




West Hollywood,  May 1982

Earl grew up in Buffalo, New York in the 1960s and 1970s, which was just as conservative, repressed, and homophobic as it sounds.  Gay people were never mentioned in school, except once in high school health class, where the teacher advised them not to engage in "self abuse," or they would turn into "he-shes."

There was lots of sex, but it was clandestine, guilty, never spoken of.  Earl started going down on his next door neighbor when he was still a pre-teen.  In high school he went down on practically the entire football team, and got screwed by the coach.

There was public sex at Delaware Park, at the Greyhound Station, and at dirty bookstores.  And as a last resort, there was the movies.

This was before VHS tapes or DVDS, so if you wanted to see a porn movie, you had to go to the a "dirty movie" theater downtown.  Usually it showed legitimate movies until midnight, when the porn came out.  Straight porn, of course, but an audience consisting of 30 or so horny, repressed straight men, all ages and races, all sizes and shapes, tenting in their pants while watching naked girls.  Some would pull it out and beat off, right in the theater.  You weren't supposed to, but no one bothered them.

Gay guys would walk down the aisles, as if they were heading for a seat.  If the straight guys covered up, they weren't interested, but if they displayed their cock, you could get on your knees and give them a blow job.  Sometimes Earl took three loads on the same night.

But he wanted more.  He wanted a place where you could go out on dates, hold hands, kiss, not just suck dicks in secret.

 In 1980, at age 23, he made the Big Move to West Hollywood.  He changed his name to Earle with an E  and threw himself into the heady, optimistic world of pre-AIDS gay culture.  Dancing, drinking, muscles, Frontiers magazine, the Different Light bookstore, Gay Rights Marches, Gay Pride.

This world, though bright and glittery, had perils of his own.

 He was judged on his looks, his belly, his smallish cock, his less than stylish wardrobe, his lack of awareness of social norms.

He met hustlers and manipulators.  He tried to date, and ended up with tricks.  He tried to trick, and ended up with an empty bed.

One night Earle had been stood up by a blind date and struck out at the bars.  Depressed, lonely, and horny at midnight, he was driving aimlessly down Santa Monica Boulevard, when he saw the Pussycat Theater on Santa Monica, a few blocks east of Fairfax.

Closeted straight men getting blow jobs from anonymous strangers in the dark?

A wave of nostalgia hit him.  A simpler time, when size, shape, bank account, and knowledge of social norms didn't matter -- all that mattered was a cock and a mouth.

 A happier time?

Earle parked, bought a ticket, got popcorn, and went inside.  On screen, a naked lady being screwed by one guy and sucking another.  He looked down.

About thirty guys, like the dirty theaters back home, sitting in widely separated seats.  Earle began walking down the aisles, looking for someone who was tenting or aroused.

Suddenly an usher was shining a flashlight in his face.  "Hey!  Pick a seat or get out!"

Embarrassed, Earle sat down immediately, next to a twink with shoulder-length brown hair, a long face, and a slim physique.

"You can't do that here," he whispered, nudging Earle. "You have to do it this way." He grabbed for Earle's crotch under his popcorn.

Soon Earle was fondling the twink under his popcorn.

"Ok, now," the twink said.  "He won't be back until the movie is over."

"You do this a lot?"

He shrugged.  "It's 21 for the bars, but 18 for movies."

Earle knelt. The twink unzipped, and Earle went down on his thick 7".   He said nothing else, just stroking Earle's hair while he licked and sucked.  Earle began playing with himself.

He had never masturbated in a public place before.  The floor was sticky, and littered with candy boxes, napkins, straws, popcorn kernels.  There was a thick, musky smell in the air.  And he couldn't drown out the disgusting sound of female orgasms.

We're in West Hollywood! He thought.  We don't need to do this anymore.

"Let's go back to my apartment," he whispered.  "More privacy."

"No can do," the twink said.  "Try this."  He raised Earle up and kissed him.

Kissing a guy was enough to revv Earle's engine.  Soon he was spurting onto the floor beneath the seat.

But he must have been too loud.  Other patrons turned around, and one guy said "Get a room!"

The twink zipped up and scooted past Earle and headed for the lobby.  Earle thought he wanted to go somewhere more private and followed, but he rushed out, got into his car, and sped away.

In the lobby he finally recognized the twink as Matt Dillon,  Tiger Beat fave rave, star of Little Darlings and My Bodyguard and Tex.

Earle never went back to the Pussycat Theater -- he was beyond skulking and slithering and hiding in the shadows.  And when he saw The Outsiders, The Flamingo Kid, A Kiss Before Dying, In & Out, and Wild Things,  he couldn't help but feel sorry for Matt Dillon, who was still trapped in that world.


Was Earle Telling the Truth?

Matt hasn't been linked with many women, so he could be gay and closeted.  I haven't heard any other gay dating stories about him, but he wasn't a major star after the early 1980s, so maybe whatever stories guys had were put on the "B List" while they told about Scott Baio and Sylvester Stallone yet again.

By the way, this is what Earle looks like today.  I assume -- this was conservative Orange County, so I never got to share.

See also: On My Knees in Central Park with Macaulay Culkin; Lane is Tied Up by Keanu Reeves






Thursday, September 28, 2017

Lane's Hookup with Keanu Reeves and His Boy Toy


Palm Springs, July 2016

Palm Springs, about 100 miles east of West Hollywood near Joshua Tree,  is hot  -- over 100 degrees in the summer.  I don't know why, but the heat tends to attract an older crowd. 30% of the population is over 60, mostly gay retirees.  There are gay bars with karaoke and show tunes; there are discos where guys over 60 get in free, but twinks have to pay; there are "Gay and Gray" sex parties for old guys and their admirers.

If you want a break from being a twink magnet, but aren't ready to retire yet (or can't afford to pay double what you would in West Hollywood for an apartment), you and your boy toy are welcome to just visit.  You can lounge around the pool, go dancing, eat, shop, and cruise old guys til you drop.

My ex-boyfriend Lane and his husband Ben went up almost every summer.   Ben liked the annual "50 over 50 Party": a pool party for 50 older guys and their admirers, by invitation only.  No sex -- at least not officially -- but lots of nudity and cruising.  Ben wasn't usually into "sharing," but they were on vacation, and what happened in Palm Springs stayed in Palm Springs, so maybe -- just maybe -- he would meet a third guy to bring back to the hotel.  As long as he was over 50 -- none of that "twink magnet" nonsense.

There were always a few celebrities at 50 Over 50: John Glover, Patrick Adiarte, Stephen Geoffries, Richard Chamberlain -- and, in 2016, Keanu Reeves!  52 years old, bearded, a little chunky, but still recognizable.

"I had such a crush on him, back in the day!" Ben exclaimed. "Not the action hero of The Matrix...the cute, conflicted gay teen of Bill and Ted and My Own Private Idaho."

"My friend Will the Bondage Boy tricked with him," Lane said.  "He's into S&M.  We should tie him up later."

"That would be great...but too late, looks like he's spoken for."  Keanu was with a boy toy barely out of his teens -- short and slim with thick rust-colored hair and pierced ears.

"Not necessarily -- you ever hear of double-teaming?"

"With a kid?" Ben scowled.

"You do what you gotta do," Lane said.  "If you want Keanu in your bed, you have to take the boyfriend.  I'm an old pro at celebrity hookups -- let me take care of the details."

Lane was exaggerating -- he had been with only a few celebrities, and usually at parties where anybody could go with anybody.  Actually making a move....

He watched as Keanu and the boy toy went into the secluded dark room/maze together  -- but a moment later, Keanu left alone.

Curious, Lane went into the dark room.  The boy toy was sitting in the toilet stall, naked, giving a chubby bear in his 50s a blow job.

The bear motioned for him to approach, but Lane held back until he finished.  Then he approached the boy toy.  A good-sized penis, about 6", fully aroused.  Lane reached out to fondle it.

The boy toy started to unzip him.

"Hi, you know the guy you came in with, Keanu Reeves?  Is that your boyfriend?"

"My Sir," he corrected.  "But only when he's in town.  He told me I can't pee until I take five loads  Piss or cum, your choice. "  He pulled Lane's penis from his pants and started licking the shaft.

"Um..."  Lane struggled to stay focused.  "My husband and I were wondering if he would share you tonight, after the party?"

The boy toy looked up.  "Is hubbie a Daddy, too?"

"Yep."  Lane took out his phone to show him a picture.

"Two Daddies, one for each end! Sounds epic.  I don't need Sir's permission -- like I said, he's only my Sir when he's in town, and he's going back to L.A. after the party.  I'll be there at 10:00."  He went back to work on Lane's cock.

"Um...it has to be Sir and you, or no deal."

He shrugged.  "I'll ask Sir.  Now with all due respect, Daddy, shut up and let me get to work.  I got to pee."

After the blow job, Lane exchanged phone numbers with the boy toy -- his name was Robbie -- and sent him some pics to show his Sir.  He didn't see Keanu anywhere outside.  Soon Ben wanted to leave to go to dinner.

"If the boy toy follows through, it's going to be a BDSM scene, with Keanu as the top," Lane told him.

About an hour later, Lane got a text from Robbie:  "Sir is ok with sharing me, but you should come here.  He's got all the equipment ready." He texted the address, then said:  "Three Sirs!  I only hope my butt can hold out."

They drove to a house on the south side of Palm Springs, near Palm Desert.  Keanu answered the door wearing only an executioner's hood  -- he was much more buffed, and hung, than Lane and Ben expected -- and led them to the rec room, where Robbie was already gagged, blindfolded, and tied naked to a chair.

Soon Lane was tied next to him.  Ben and Keanu whipped them, applied clothespins, and forced Lane and Robbie to go down on each other with dildos in their butts.  Then Robbie rimmed Ben while Lane was going down on him -- he managed to lean over and go down on Keanu at the same time.  Finally, Robbie and Lane were tied together and topped simultaneously, then "punished" for ejaculating without permision.

Only when the scene was over did Keanu allow Robbie to take off his blindfold.  He then took off his executioner's hood.

"You guys can shower in the guest bathroom upstairs," he said.  "When you're done, come into the living room.  I'll have Robbie set out some snacks for us."

Ben and Lane stared in shock.

"Um...anything wrong?"

Robbie took off his gag. "Oh, I didn't get a chance to tell you.  The first Sir wasn't into it, so I got a substitute.  I hope he was ok?"



They were looking at Chris Makepeace.

Was Lane Telling the Truth

Keanu Reeves has been the subject of many gay rumors, as has Chris Makepeace, the star of the gay subtext classics Meatballs and My Bodyguard.  But Makepeace lives in Canada; would he really fly all the way to Palm Springs for a BDSM vacation?

Besides, he's two inches shorter than Keanu Reeves, with a different build.  Would Lane really be unable to tell them apart?

See also: Will's Wild Night with Keanu Reeves


Monday, September 25, 2017

Terry Smith's Nude Photos of Male Youth


These are some of the nude photos of Terry Smith's models, "America's Finest Kids."  They were all 18 or older when the nude photos were taken.

















Joshua, a glam boy with more than meets the eye.

The androgynous Siaha, hard and pink.


Davide, tattooed and shaved.


















The deeply religious Matt hols up the ceiling.

















Nick playing with himself on the toilet.


















Sergei on the beach

The full post is on Boomer Beefcake and Bonding

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