Yes, Jon King is the King of bottoms. Ditto Kevin Williams. Yes, Sean Storm and Tag Adams are amazing. This is understood. There’re not surprises when they take a big dick, dildo, or both, and love it. They’re all so proliferate and so consistently on, it’s not remarkable anymore.
The following five examples of gay porn bottoming are, to me, extremely remarkable:
Ethan Starr is not a beauty and he doesn’t have much of a body either, but what he lacks in appearance he more than makes up for in sexual verve. There is no greater example of this than Control T Video’s “Army Brat’s Discipline.” As I remember it, Starr is at a bar playing pool and wearing some faux army fatigues, a camouflage tank or something. He connects with a Latin top and they go somewhere. That Latin top begins spanking the fuck out of Starr, who, like, loves every minute of it. Starr is all about his ass, showing it off, all red and hot from a fresh paddling, his army briefs hanging between his thighs. He’s as nasty a submissive whore bottom as I’ve ever seen get his rump whooped. Indeed the Latin top displayed so little interest in the scene, and commanded so little interest from me, I can’t make a mental image of him. I think he might have said something during the scene like, “You like getting spanked,” to which I recall Starr responding, almost harshly, practically an order, “Yeah, and I like to get fucked too!” Another bottom joins the scene and gets spanked too. He’s more interesting than the top and more attractive than both of them, but it’s Starr’s scene. He controls the Control T video, gets spanked beyond normal human endurance and then fucked, and loves it like no other nude model ever has.
I have always maintained that no one chews scenery like Gloria Swanson in “Sunset Boulevard.” “We had faces then,” “I’m ready for my close up,” every line that came out of her mouth was a thrill. Steve Cassidy
gave Swanson a run for her money, however, in Men of Odyssey’s “The Pharaoh’s Curse.” I’m serious. Long story short, Steve Cassidy’s a dick landlord who gives his old, antique-dealing tenant a bunch of grief ‘cause he doesn’t have the rent. Instead, the old man gives roguishly, indeed wickedly handsome Cassidy an ancient Egyptian leather sex outfit as payment. Cassidy takes it home to a gorgeous house and puts it on. Turns out the outfit’s possessed and causes Cassidy to throw on a long black trenchcoat and head out into the dark streets to get his groove on. He comes upon three punks in an alley and removes his coat enticingly, displaying his naked self in the leather strap outfit and asking the guys to “Screw my ass.” The punks are like, “What?” One of them suggests he’s some stripper who’s tripping on something and will sooner get his ass kicked for being a freak. Another one says he’s not gay. Cassidy responds, “Screw my pussy,” just as bold as brass bending over and displaying his buns and hole to the strange, dangerous punks with an assuredness that can only come from wearing possessed leatherwear. Cassidy knows he’s gonna get it. He knows the punks are going to insert their penises into his rectum, that it’s just a matter of time and teasing. And they do, after first feeding their dicks to him through a chain link fence. Cassidy takes one, then another, and finally sits on the biggest one, riding it like a man…OK, I was going to say possessed, but that would have been tiresome…before blowing his load. The scene is a standard length, but Cassidy makes quite an impression. Better lit and shot, he would have made an even bigger one.
Rapallo is a nude model I wish would work more. I’ve seen him in half a dozen movies, all but one forgettable. He’s moderately handsome, but he’s got a body so tight and muscular he could be a ballet dancer. I’ve got a couple of pictorals of him, torn out of old skin mags I bought in three pacs. His most notable performance, one that earned him a place on this list, is in “Magic Hands Vol. 1; Muscle Guys,” produced by California Gold. It’s a solo video, though throughout the models’ performances, they’re touched and massaged by hands belonging to an otherwise unseen person. It’s an interesting idea, well executed for the most part, though unnecessary for our boy. The hands work well on Marc Pierce and Brad Michaels, both of whom also appear, and both of whom I would also like to see more of. But they’re an unnecessary distraction on Rapallo’s body. Tight, smooth and yummy almost beyond words, he’s the dirty definition of exhibitionist. He loves revealing himself to the audience. Unlike the movie’s other models, he looks directly at the camera, talks to it, spreads himself for it, makes love to himself for it. Rapallo’s got a sweet dick, but it’s his ass and anus he wants to display and play with. Legs in the air, he spreads his muscled buns and tickles his whore hole, sticking an unlubricated finger inside and complaining coyly that it’s too dry. Nevertheless he inserts it further, enjoying the discomfort. Later he masturbates himself to an orgasm he promises viewers will shoot all the way to his face. He nearly makes it. That it falls inches short didn’t disappoint me a bit as his effort was so enjoyable, and so satisfying. Rapallo’s other titles include a couple of wrestling movies, and I recall seeing images of scenes in which he gets fucked by dull Logan Reed (Studio 2000’s “My Secret Collection”) and wooden Cutter West (Oh’ Man Studios’ “Just In). Even in the handful of images featuring his couplings with these two men, the scenes are clearing Rapallo’s. He’s expressive without being silly or embarrassing, he’s on a whole other level, and as hot as it is to watch him getting fucked, in print or on film, I would much rather replay his “Magic Hand’s” solo, sans the hands.
Remember those “Head to Toe” videos? Remember? The ones featuring male strippers who performed on a tiny runway in front of a silver tasseled backdrop. Remember them? They were produced in the eighties and featured a range of men, some recognizable from adult porn, others from the pages of :Playgirl,” and still others not seen before or since. Anyhow, while those cheap, two camera videos, which are a guilty pleasure of mine, warrant a column of their own, there’s one featured stripper who enjoys the second place spot on my list of notable bottoms. Regrettably, I can’t tell you this guy’s name, as I can’t find the my copy of the “Head to Toe” video in which he’s featured. Nevertheless, I remember his performance. He was a tanned surfer with the wild, highlighted hair. I’ll call him “Biff.” Like the aforementioned Mike Timber, Biff doesn’t take a dick up his ass. Still, everything about him screams “Bottom.” Biff distinguishes himself from the dozens of other dancers in the video series by spending part of his performance lying on a towel on stage spreading baby oil on his body. When he’s not lying on his stomach, showing off his tanned round butt, he’s on his feet doing a go-go dance featuring the same choreography that appeared during the credits of those Frankie and Annette beach party movies. Throughout the dance, both in shorts and a tank and later completely nude, Biff wears a smile large enough to fill the set. And it’s genuine. As with so many on this list, Biff’s having the time of his life. His body is small but tight and tan, his butt a small round cupcake, but his face is only average and his hair…well, imagine Phyliss Diller’s least-attractive wig. Still, when I watch the video, and I will either find my copy or re-order it, I can’t take my eyes off him. He’s so spirited, like he’s been plugged in and turned on high. He was born to dance nude, suspended from a cage in a club or on that cheap set or in a doctor’s waiting room. Honestly. And while Biff doesn’t spend an inordinate amount of time thrusting his behind at either camera, I can imagine him riding a dick, or taking it any way, moving his arms and legs to a real or imagined beat, wearing nothing but that face-splitting smile.
Tied for first place are Matt Windsor
and York Powers
in a scene I discovered in one of those four-hour compilation jobs. This one was called “Toilet Talkers.” It features the two men getting it on outdoors on the bed of a truck. Otherwise unfamiliar with these models, I think York Powers is the better looking, and the more toilet-talkative of the two. The scene starts quickly, as do all the scenes in those four-hour jobs, and Windsor and Powers get to work as if they had been crouched on a starting line and someone shot the “Action” gun. So hard to they go at each other you would think neither model had touched another man, or themselves, in five years. Powers issues a constant flow of filthy orders which include everything you’ve ever heard in any sex scene: “Give me that fuckin’ tight butthole,” he snarls as he fucks his pal. “Yeah, squeeze that fuckin’ butthole. Yeah, tighten that fuckin’ sloppy butthole,” and “You’re gonna get your chance later ‘cause you’re gonna fuck me.” Windsor’s mouth is busy too, though what comes out of it are groans I’ve never heard come out of any human, or animal. When they flip-flop, Powers keeps talkin’. “Ram my hole, fucker,” and that sort of thing until, ready to blow he spits, “You’re gonna make me shoot my fuckin’ load, man.” And he does. These guys don’t just enjoy alternately fucking and getting fucked, they romp on each other as if their lives depend on it. Some close-up shots of Windsor’s hole, getting fingered and then fucked by Powers, are amazing. Also amazing are the twisted pretzel positions these two shameless men tangle themselves up in on the bed of that truck. That their spines are banging around the hard, textured plastic surface probably doesn’t occur to either one of them. Oh, and finally, there’s a particularly hot shot where Powers’ butt is pointing up toward the warm, sunny sky and a fly buzzes around it, attracted apparently by its musky man scent or perhaps wanting to fuck him too.