The Golden Days Continue...........The Magic Never Dies.

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Brian's Boys is jack off classic.

 

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[pozvatop]

WOW! Ahoy, sailor!! GO NAVY!!!

 

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[Peloso]

Looks like a young Roman Polanski..

 

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^ He's wearing white tube socks with dress shoes!!!

 

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[meluvjan02]

I was eating with a couple of friends very late one night in 1984 in Savannah, Ga., in a 24 hour place called The Kettle when Christopher Atkins came in and sat in the booth across from us with two guys and a girl. All four of them were slightly drunk or high and extremely friendly, and Atkins signed autographs for a good number of people. Even in that condition at 2 AM he looked like he’d stepped out of an airbrushed photo spread. He seemed as grounded and unaffected as you could hope. He shook my hand as we were leaving and said, “Nice meeting you.”
Later that night my hand stayed very busy.

You lucky dog! I’ve always wanted to meet Chris Atkins. He was/is a long time sexual fantasy of mine. I still get off to his Playgirl issue after all these years

There is something really titillating about this threads combination of old porn images of the 70’s & 80’s mixed in with shots of the mainstream actors who were the big teen idols of the time. Christopher Atkins started a blonde twink fetish for me, and Brian Hawks and Kurt Marshall and Kevin Williams in all their more explicit glory were extensions of that. I jerked off ‘til I was raw to all of them back in the day, and this thread was a nice nostalgic trip down memory lane!
BTW the gorgeous blonde mystery dude with the perfect face a few posts back went by several names, one of which was James Dexter, I believe.

 

[hcs1960]

I was eating with a couple of friends very late one night in 1984 in Savannah, Ga., in a 24 hour place called The Kettle when Christopher Atkins came in and sat in the booth across from us with two guys and a girl. All four of them were slightly drunk or high and extremely friendly, and Atkins signed autographs for a good number of people. Even in that condition at 2 AM he looked like he’d stepped out of an airbrushed photo spread. He seemed as grounded and unaffected as you could hope. He shook my hand as we were leaving and said, “Nice meeting you.”
Later that night my hand stayed very busy.