Bareback Videos: A Full Circle

Yeah, so I was stoked at the prospect of hitting my local porno shop, gettin' my hands on Treasure Island Media's latest, 'Kenny's Raw Fucks' and making a night of it: porn in my pocket, hittin' my fave spots in the Castro for a couple of cocktails, get home, relax and absorb what promises to be some good old fashioned raunchy sex on video, free from interruptions and friendly intrusions.  Just me, Stoli and Kenny Host.  On such occasions, sex can wait.  That's why I buy this stuff, rather than subscribe to a streaming website: I want and need the collateral evidence of filth.

Except that my local shop has reduced its inventory to just a single rack of boring programmed porn from people like Titan.  It possibly makes business sense: for all the shelf space devoted to porn, the yield probably doesn't measure up.  I checked around the other shops, even the local smut emporium in my mother's dusty Central Valley cowtown (where the porn palace now resembles a Walgreens), and it's the same story: you won't be able to buy Kenny Host's epic off the shelf.  So it's back to the mail order game.  Mail order...it went downhill after shopping malls came to predominate the retail scene...and now it's back.  Amazon, Zappos, etc. show no sign of retrenchment.

Today I will order 'Kenny's Raw Fucks' online and wait patiently for the postman to deliver.  I'm especially interested in this video: it has some old faves, Jon Shields, my buddy Jayson Park (!!), Brian Bonds, pozdicks galore, and Nate Grimes, who may or may not be the fetish star from the old Kink Studios.  The 'new Dawson' TIM says.  We'll see.  I'm sorry we'll have to wait this time, like in the old days.  F..u..c..k!

The bareback porn era started almost 20 years ago, in the midst of AIDS, safe sex, and fear, if not hesitation to the point of tedium.  I rented a fisting video called 'Depth Charge' and my life changed: it showed bare knuckled fisting.  There was a sequel, as I recall, and some raw dick insertions were included.  Fleetingly.  Michael McKey, the videographer for Steven Scarborough (the director, if I'm not mistaken), went out on his own and produced a couple of outright filthy, raunchy videos starring a mostly bearish cast selected from his clutch of Phoenix buddies.  It was about 1998, 1999.

Then I read a review of 'Raunch Lunch,' I think that was the title, or something close to that by a guy named Paul Morris.  The review was in one of the so-called 'zines of the era, hastily copied and stapled, available off a shelf deep in the rear of the City Lights bookstore on Castro Street.  I bought it, via good old fashioned 19th century mail order.  It starred my favorite nom-de-porn...Wyatt Trash (!), and though it would be another couple of years before I put my ass on the mattress, I was already mentally a barebacker.  There was nothing I wanted more than Wyatt Trash's daddy dick up my butt.
'Raunch Lunch' proved to be tame compared to Paul's sequel, 'Breed Me,' which featured a headless bottom coaxing multiple loads out of his ass, as bells tolled.  This blew me away, and I did the mail order thing until TIM started marketing its product on pornshop shelves.  It must have been a Tom Shannon video, slightly pre-Dawson, because Dawson was never VHS, as I recall, and Tom Shannon was in 'Animals,' 'Plowed,' etc....we were trending, overlapping VHS to dvd.  It was about 2000.  The fact you could buy the stuff over the counter turned out to be pretty meaningful, in retrospect.

So now we're there again.  Except in the old days, Paul actually included a stamped (a real stamp pasted with somebody's saliva) return envelope for your mail order check.  Think about that for a moment.  And where TIM is today.

So, I'm so looking forward to Kenny's renditions of raw fucks.  The vodka's waiting.

The End of Condom Porn

A few years hence, historians will look back to 2015 and declare that sometime during that year, gay condom pornography just sort of petered out.  By next September, you'll be hard pressed to find condoms in gay porn, and by the end of 2016, there will a few condom fetish sites (I mean, yeah, there ARE some sexy things you can do with condoms), but that will be it.  It all has to do with Neg+Prep; it's happening right now and bareback sex and by extension, porn, won't be the same.  Hey, it's still sex, and nobody's complaining, and maybe such discussion will become merely academic.  But..along with the condom fetish, there will be more dedicated poz bareback fetish sites, and there will still be chasers and gifters, and conversion parties will become more acknowledged and maybe typical, and the poz bareback cult will intensify, but I'll leave that discussion for another time.

So, the Condom Era lasted from 1989 until 2015 and at that era's dawn, I was a big Falcon Videos fan, and I remember big stars like Jeff Stryker crossing over from bareback (the term didn't even exist then!) to condom, but a lot of big names from the Pre-Condom Era already had their tickets punched for the Big Nowhere.  They had been dropping off since the mid-80's, and let me tell you youngins out there, them was creepy times...you gotta remember they were still trying to figure out what the hell AIDS was, much less working on a test or medications.  But enough about that for now...the Pre-Condom Era produced some really great stars who will live on forever, thanks to video...and I just can't help thinking: oh what Paul Morris could have done with Chad Douglas, Jon King, Kevin Williams or Chris Burns.  Shit! The mind boggles.

So we watched the old Falcon stuff all through the Condom Era, and were aware of names like Rob Cryston but didn't much care.  ChiChi LaRue became a millionairess without any help from me.  By the mid-90's, things began to change.  The advent of new drugs changed life expectations, lifestyles and sex.  The Bareback Era started somewhere around late 1997, I would say, with a couple of fisting videos directed by Steven Scarborough and videographed by Michael McKey.  I just checked Scarborough's videography on a couple websites where he's credited on about a hundred videos, and Depth Charge I & II are not listed.  I could be wrong about giving Scarborough credit, or maybe the politically-correct powers-that-be deleted both Depth Charges.  Anyway...both videos were (just about) exclusively barefisting, with a little bit of bareback fucking and one pearl of cum that somehow made it through the editing.  Now Plain Wrapped video had been releasing fetish and fisting videos for a while, but wrapped is wright; it was all condom.  Depth Charge was bare fisting, deep and real, and we were shocked.

Then Michael McKey, based in Phoenix, produced a few of his own videos; the production values and qualities were superb but his cast of players, all friends and ordinary guys, ranged from semi-hot to butt ugly.  Most of them would qualify as bears today (a few were downright obese), but that term was not widely in use in 1998.  Cigar fetishist Titpig became the first bareback star to an audience craving more.  Around the same time, Bill Gardner and John Singleton, professional cinematographers based out of Palm Springs, started Hot Desert Knights with a video called 'Bareback Buddies' and a guy in San Francisco named Paul Morris produced a little VHS tape entitled 'Raunch Lunch,' featuring a performer with my favorite nom de porn of all time...Wyatt Trash.

It was all shocking to me, based on the climate of the times, but I had been living an insular life for a few years, having unknowingly converted, losing weight, sleeping 12 hours a day, falling asleep at my computer, and not interested in sex...finally ending up in the emergency room (collapsing at work!), then living on a weird schedule of nine pills a day, and abstaining from sex all together, thinking I was just plain gonna die.  I just wanted to get through the year and not embarrass my family with an AIDS-related death.  It was 1997, a transitional year, and a lot of us were fucked up mentally.

Bareback sex was totally, inarguably and positively taboo.  If you indulged in barebacking you were signing your death lease for a condo in the deepest reaches of Hades.  It was ignorant, irresponsible and immoral.  Barebackers were fucked up shitheads who didn't give a damn.  They were ballin' down the highway, a one-way road to Hell.  Hell.  Hell.  Hell.  You're gonna die a miserable death and you're gonna end up in goddamned Hell!

So.  Escape to video.

Imagine the shock of watching for the first time, Paul Morris' second video, Breed Me, when a dude works his ass with a dildo, and a torrent of sticky, slimy, messy cum just flows out for about five minutes.  No sound except the tolling of bells...like at a funeral.  Death.  Do not ask for whom the bell tolls, etc. We were all going to hell, together.

You know the rest.  The early porn characters were our sex life by proxy, then an inspiration, then as we gained confidence, role models.  Dick Kraver, Mac Curtis, Big Ken, Billy Boyd, Tom Shannon, Will West, Chad Adams, Ray Butler, names that now sound pre-historic.  Dawson was still a few years down the trail.  Websites were still pretty basic, if they existed at all.  And you couldn't buy these videos at the porn shop.  I ordered my first TIM video from an ad in one of the many amateur 'zines circulating then, and it came back by mail order.  Then Paul would send us a notice of the next video through the mail with a self-addressed stamped (if you can imagine that!!) envelope to his mail drop on Market Street.  And of course we ordered them as they came out and eagerly awaited the next.  There was an underground aspect to all of this.  Barebackers were shameful, nasty, dirty guys and keeping it hush.

Well, I and millions of others are still here.  I resumed by sex life in 2000...that's how long it took for me to overcome the fear of barebacking, from '97 to double aught, well, just 3 years...some guys still haven't come to grips with it.  Neg+Prep will change all that, too.  In the meantime, thanks Paul, Mike, Bill (r.i.p.), and John, for 17 years of adventure, inspiration, exploration and a lot of really hot sex!!

Ah-men.

Treasure Island Media Revives 'Breed Me'

The landmark bareback porn video 'Breed Me' is now available to all you children out there.  This video was released in VHS format and is not available in dvd, as far as I know, but it is available through the Treasure Island Media feature, TIMFUCK...and I advise you all to check it out.  You must realize how important this porno is.  The Father of Bareback Porn, Michael McKey, introduced some bareback sex in a fisting video he directed for Hot House...that video was called 'Depth Charge 2,' and for a few minutes we are treated to some bareback sex, and a little bit of cum oozing from a freshly fucked hole; there's also a lot of barehanded fisting, a lot of fisting.  This would have been around 1997...the AIDS cocktail had just been introduced, the 'seropositive' stigma had been relaxed, and people were taking chances again in the pursuit of satisfying sex.  Keep in mind there were fucktards who had been barebacking all along and when they were videotaped, they became objects of controversy and awe.  Michael McKey then began producing videos on his own...'Bareback The Movie', followed by 'Bareback 2, Once in a Blue Moon.'  These productions came out of Phoenix, Michael McKey's home base.  About the same time, a guy named Paul Morris came out with a video called 'Bareback Lunch,' and we were titillated by his audacity...here was condomless sex without apology or qualification, in defiance of the political correctness of the time.  Then Paul Morris followed up with a little effort entitled 'Breed Me.' 

From the very first minute, we were captivated by the straightforward depiction of willful, dangerous and unapologetic, cum-drenched sex.  A faceless subject with the use of a dildo, coaxes rivers of cum to flow from his used and abused asshole.  It was shocking at the time, as so-called safe sex was very much the order of the day.  As far as we could tell, it was all very real...no phony cum concocted from pina colada mix here.  And with the music and sound effects, the sense of taboo was greatly enhanced.  The rest of 'Breed Me' features an anonymous bottom taking numerous loads.  These are internal spunk deposits, and occasionally we may see a pearl of cum on an asscheek, but in the mood of the time, the very sight of a dribble of cum was radical, scary, sexy and to a great many of us, completely irresistible.  A taboo had been broken. 

'Breed Me' when compared to some of the stuff coming out today, will seem restrained, but trust me, it had quite an impact when it came out, so enjoy it by imagining the response it provoked among the AIDS mafia and self-appointed protectors of the gay constituency.  This video changed everything and Paul Morris kept up the pace with 'Raw Shots' One and Two, and Hot Desert Knights entered the marketplace, eventually linking up with Michael McKey, and the rest has been history.  RJ Parker is the only identifiable performer in 'Breed Me,' otherwise there are no faces shown.  So watch with the understanding that 'Breed Me' made possible every single second of bareback porn you enjoy today.

The 1,000 Load Fuck Review

The annals of bareback porn, now in the 'Post Condom' era, will have its landmarks immortalized as historians write about how and when this phenomenon of barebacking developed. The history began with the landmark 'Depth Charge 1,' a fisting VHS video (circa 1997) by the Father of Bareback Porn, Mr. Michael McKey, working for Club Inferno, part of the Hot House empire...sounds like ancient history now. When I happened upon this video, I was blown away...after all, the condom police had held sway since 1989, but with Depth Charge, the gloves were off, quite literally. And in 'Depth Charge 2,' Mr. Mckey sneaked in some bareback fucking in a sling, complete with a drop of cum oozing out of a freshly fucked ass. I don't recall much outrage from the condom people...no calls to boycott or shun Hot House. Then Paul Morris did 'Breed Me,' a couple of years later, which was basically a pump and dump video but the opening sequence with a bottom (headless) working 17 loads out of his ass with a dildo...that was a landmark, too. From that day on, all bareback movies had to have an element of raunch and external cum shots. Jeff Palmer was another landmark...mainstream superstars turning to bareback, in his case by way of Hot Desert Knights. And then there was Dawson, with 20 loads, 50 loads, Brad McGuire's cum pump weekend, and the expansion into England and Germany. Landmark developments all. Now with the 1000 Load Fuck, Paul Morris and Treasure Island Media have set another landmark: the unequivocal acknowledgment of cum as a veritable fetish, and what nobody else will say...pozcum. The thousand loads injected into Ian Jay's butt are mostly pozcum loads, come on...and we're all getting hard just reading this. The pozcum is injected with the biggest basters I've ever seen, and the cum is also poured over various dicks as they plunge into that young ass. The cum is smeared over the bodies of the tops while they're feverishly fucking...it's a fucking cum, wet and wild. You've never seen anything like this, buy this video today. There are other things: there are a bunch of new tops, as well as veteran favorites like Dawson, Brad McGuire, Jerry Stearns and Derek Anthony. A new TIM exclusive Jessy Karson tops in this one, but he'll be bottoming soon enough...a new favorite internet clip shows Jessy getting fucked by James Roscoe in the Treasure Island booth during Folsom, complete with a dorkass Asian tourist and his camcorder taking it all down. You'll like this The 1,000 Load Fuck, another landmark achievement by Treasure Island Media. Buy it.