Release Year: 1987
Genres: Solo, Masturbation
Video language: English
Hair holds a burdened position throughout the history of the world. The power wielded by the Biblical figure Samson was manifest in his long locks. Lady Godiva rode unclothed on a nag but it was the golden mane that obscured her melons this has become the sexy site of her tale, not her protest. Christian custom requires chicks to cover their heads in places of venerate so as not to distract the weaker sex, men, from talk of scripture. Orthodox Jewish custom demands a married woman to shave her head; that achieves 2 goals, it makes her unattractive to another men and allows for full immersion in the cleansing baths during the menstruation. History is filled with writings about hair on the head: sufferers have been rumored to grow hair after disappear, balding men are ridiculed on television as unattractive or weak. The latter is particularly offensive. Baldness is caused by testosterone, not by stress or femininity or idiocy, so hair loss cannot truthfully be a flaw in a man’s character. All that focus on the head, what does it achieve? What does it ignore?
Well, it ignores the beauty of hair in one more places, the upper body, the belly, the genital areas, the ass, the legs, even the hands and feet. Hair is one of the most erotically charged episodes of the human skin. At its most basic, hair defines adulthood, and more specifically masculinity. Those stray hairs that creep out of the top of a button-down are nearly as thrilling as a good manmeat framed by a thick, dense bush. No sight in the world is sexier than the sweaty, cum-covered hairs that wrap around an asshole after a bang.
Hades, even some of the world’s most interesting gals have used hair to challenge notions of viable sexuality. Remember the dark thatch under Siouxsie Sioux’s arms that babe proudly unclothed? How ’bout when Madonna flashed her furry pits or when female was shunned by mainstream media for her woolly vulva in those legendary art photos (taken with a cat no less)?
Hair equals the rush of sap to a python, no matter how many Falcon performers wax and depilitorize. Some of us will at all times want the extra musk and sweat brought on by body hair. Flesh overspread in fur is like the cold-blooded fetish. We will gag when we almost swallow a strand of hair, even our own, during dinner, but almost no one will flinch if dude receives a tight n curly stuck in his teeth while giving aged pooch head. This is where the fluffy hunks of Old Reliable come in and rock your earth.
There’s Tom, a drop-lifeless thug with a mustache, goatee, and woolly stomach who chomps on a cigar as buddy flexes his matching-tattoos-of-Jesus biceps. That guy squeezes his ample bollocks and revels in his apogee; dude slicks his manmeat with his own cum. While chap poses for the movie cam boy bends over and offers a glimpse of his fur-trimmed blossom, a apperture to envy and desire.
Next, three a variety of men jerk off in the same room while watching a porno. One is an obscene dream known as Butch, everything the name implies�mustache, muscles, danger, huge manmeat. Other is the most sadly gorgeous man, Mark, a Marc Singer (star of Beast Master and V) look-alike who’s covered in chestnut fur. The third man, someone Orson Welles could never have dreamed up, is the angelic Stavros (referred to as Steve, but starred in other O.R. movies as Stavros), whose upper skin is smooth as a diamond while his penis is enclosed by a thicket of stern black curls�curls that cover his perianal area and creep around his juicy butthole and slim inner thighs.
Patrick shows up a little later, with his long, nasty light-haired hair, roguish smile, and gigantic boner. Devilish angularity. He’s vacant, but the movie cam trains on his python like a target. Patrick orgasms and poses like Proud Mary (keep on burnin’!) In a short time, we are alone with the magnificent Butch, who is every bit the ham u crave a man so shaggy, buff, and beastly to be.
The complicated aspects of the Old Reliable formula appear at the end to bite happy self-humpers in the proverbial ass. Keith, a bearded beauty with awfulegregious teeth, his viewers as dude has orgasms, "look at all this cum faggots, queer bait suckin’ dick." Keith is familiar with he’s an object for Hollywood men with a scarcely any extra bucks and a secret hankerin’ for penis. Keith’s just trying to make the sun revolve around him for a minute, and that’s okay. He’s got adequate hair to obscure his hatred. He’s Samson unchallenged for his fifteen minutes in front of a hermit’s voyeuristic movie cam. Fellow, like all the one more fleecy maidens on that DVD, is worth the time it takes to squeeze the lotion or lube. Not because they have power, but because their bodies are celestially resplendently hairy�an hot power for all time.
Video: 640×480, DivX 5, 1270kbps