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Monday, February 06, 2023

Acquired Tastes XLIII: Gay Pulp Fiction, Part 133 - Adonis Classics, Part 18 of 25

Acquired Tastes XLIII:
Gay Pulp Fiction, Part 133
Adonis Classics, Part 18 of 25

Greenleaf Classic Books, the publishers of  the Adonis Classics imprint, began in 1959 and continued until 1971, when management lost focus on the business due to the government's prosecution of obscenity, which became of major concern. 

By 1974, a new management team and staff were in place, operating out of an office at 7523 Raytheon Road in San Diego and production ceased on all existing imprints. In an attempt to break into mainstream markets, two new imprints were started which used cover art and titles that were not provocative. These efforts failed.

In 1975, with the loosening of censorship laws, the Adonis Classics imprint began production. It marks the end of Greenleaf Classic's Classic Age (1959-1975.) 

Adonis Classics would release a total of 252 titles during it's lifespan. 

The first twenty covers feature white backgrounds (with one exception) and colored drawings or black and white pencil illustrations. After the first two titles, a particular type-face was established, with the title appearing above the illustration. The distinctive Adonis Classics symbol was established with either the seventh or eighth title in the series.

After the first twenty titles, the imprint switched to their iconic red covers (though sometimes pink,) featuring a black and white pencil or ink illustration framed in a black circle which has an arrow attached - the universal sign for the planet Mars or to designate something as 'male.' The book's title at the top of the cover is similarly encased in a white circle with an arrow (the symbol for the planet Mars and 'male'.)

This week: 10 out of 10 covers were found.

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A Crocodile Of Altarboys 
Author: Franklin Brooks
AC 28

This is the oddest title in this imprint's canon. I don't even know what it means. The only thing I could find was the urban myth of The Crocodilo of San Ginés. But I doubt this is what this little opus is about. Based on the comically large protrusions held in check by their bikini underwear, I swear that something is about to go down in the sanctity of the vestry, and that something is of a sexual nature.

Of course that priest peering through the window with one hand busy elsewhere is a given, provided this is a Catholic church. In that case, the only salivating jaws these boys(?) need avoid are his!

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Author: Jason Bonds 
AC 282

It's lonely at sea. Or that's what most gay pulp fiction would lead one to believe. And those men? They simply can't help themselves. Their hands develop minds of their own as they satisfy a man's urgent need. 

Skipper, there, appears to have things well in hand, taking command of that rather outraged sailor in chains. A rite of passage? An initiation of sorts? Something tells me this story is not #MeToo-friendly.


Available as a pdf or e-book download at Hommi Publishing

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Author: Wes Cranston
AC 283 

Ah, those golden boys. You know the ones... from a distance they appear to have it all - looks, confidence, physical beauty, a great job, a giant dick? I see them presented on Grindr all the time - though 90% of them are nothing but catfish. 

In the end? Those golden boys end up dealing with the same crap life dishes out to all of us. Maybe their good-looks shield them from some of it, but time and age is a great equalizer. There's a golden boy who frequents the prairie. I've always had a thing for him, but he's never given me the time of day - except this year. This year? I became one of his go-to guys. And I keep trying to figure out why. It's not like I'm getting any younger or prettier. No, I have a feeling he's just coming to terms with father time. Whatever. I welcome the attention.

Available as a pdf or e-book download at Hommi Publishing

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Author: Franklin Brooks
AC 284 

Thank gawd, there are country boys! Yes, rednecks provide a certain kind of sexual energy and are fetishized by a segment of the gay population. Putting aside their ignorance, I guess I understand their charm - so long as the confederate flag isn't waving in the background.

These boys? Oh, hell, honey - they are much too pretty to be rednecks. It seems the illustrator thinks they all look like Burt Reynolds - when, in fact, they typically look more like Billy Redden. Ah, well... fantasy is fantasy, although I must say I prefer mine mired in reality. 



Available as a pdf or e-book download at Hommi Publishing

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Snuff Boy 
Author: Scott Nelson
AC 285 

Wow. Really? A snuff film? That's pretty heavy stuff for a wank book. But that appears to be what's happening here. Lights, camera, action... death? 

That little blondie probably ends up getting rescued by a hunky grip or maybe the boom operator. 

As for actual snuff films? Urban legend? Or disgusting fact? Given the state of the world and mankind's track record... I'm thinking, sadly, disgusting fact. 

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Author: Franklin Brooks
AC 286 

Mmmm. Nothing like eating a young, tender, gently used ass. Or so Franklin Brooks would like us to believe. I know the act itself is not everybody's cup of tea. And the squirm factor when talking about it remains pretty high, even in this day and age. But, yep... people eat ass. And enjoy it!

You know, I have to commend this imprint for not sexualizing the very young. Neither of the men pictured would appear to qualify as what is typically termed 'chicken' - which helps ease the other ick factor suggested by the title of this book. 

Given that two ick factors are suggested? I wonder if this was a bestseller?
 
Available as a pdf or e-book download at Hommi Publishing

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Scat Boy 
Author: Jason Bonds
AC 287

Speaking of ick factors!

I am rather surprised someone would go there, but Jason Bonds does exactly that, as does our typically somewhat tasteful illustrator. The artist lets the reader know exactly what to expect. 

Personally, I don't think I'd get much of a rise reading about forced enemas, but... in the world of porn, to each their own.

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Author: F.W. Love
AC 288

That appears to be a young one, but not... too young. Three-way love with a hint of incest? The stuff gay porn dreams are made of. I do rather love the look of the fellow on the left. I would follow anywhere he would lead me. As for piggy-in-the-middle? Hard pass. The young ones do nothing for me. On Grindr these days? I just block 'em. I don't have the bandwidth to deal with their bullshit issues. Let some other misguided homo raise 'em.

Available as a pdf or e-book download at Hommi Publishing

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Mount A Hot Stud 
Author: Wes Cranston
AC 289

Oh, a lonely sailor assigned to lighthouse duty! Romantic. Throw in an aggressive cutie, a jockstrap and some chains, and you have yourself the makings of an Adonis Classic! 

Although I must say, all that restraint would appear to be nothing more than window dressing, for that little sailor seems only too willing to surrender his rear passage to any aggressor interested in invading his... 'cunt-try'. 

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Uncle’s Bunk Boy 
Author: Franklin Brooks
AC 290

Oh, a bit of incest down at the old ranch. Bunkhouse buddies for sure. 

Incest is a strange little kink. I have played the role of 'Daddy' in many a scenario, always a bit amazed at how committed the 'boy' or 'son' seemed to be. As a full-service provider, I am more than happy to indulge; that sort of play is mutually understood as mere role play and unrelated to any reality other than the one created in the moment. It's not unlike 'playing house' when we were tiny tots. 

Except, now, one of the tiny tots has a big old hard-on for 'Daddy'. 

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And that's all for now.

Next week: another ten tantalizing, titillating titles.

Until then...

Thanks for reading!

Deliverance - CHVRCHES

2 comments:

whkattk said...

Some interesting titles, that's for sure. The snuff films, I think were reality. Humans are awful creatures.

Sixpence Notthewiser said...

The baskets!
Whoa.That's a lot of man hanging there.

Also, snuff films are icky, icky, icky. People are the worst.


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