Throwback Thursday Brings You the Al Parker Classic “Inches” Streaming at PINKLABEL.tv

September 7, 2023
HANK ORSO

Can you count the many inches of hard dick?

When it comes to classic gay porn, sure you could stop at the '80s. Jeez, even the nineties was 30 years ago! But for true, cutting-edge, bar-setting combinations of amazing sex and storytelling, you have to go back to the '70s, and very often to Al Parker. In 1979, before he formed Surge Studios and directed his own films, he starred in the exemplary Inches alongside his real-life partner Steve Taylor, along with Bob Blount and Buck Stevens, and directed by porn auteur Steve Scott.

Inches can be seen in its entirety over at the wonderful PINKLABEL.tv, a woman-run site offering carefully-curated contemporary indie, underground, ethical, artistic, and/or vintage porn for all tastes: gay, lesbian, trans, and documentaries. Just click here!

Inches begins with Parker and Taylor at the end of their relationship as they become disillusioned with their stale monogamy. Parker has been having rather creative sexual dreams and daytime fantasies that push his comfort levels enough to explore a wider range of experiences. This leads him eventually into the arms of Blount who eschews conservative one-on-one relationships, but he and Parker just might change each other a bit for the better.

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Taylor and Parker awaken to the glaring beeps of an alarm clock, and while Parker leans over in an attempt to make love before Taylor leaves on a business trip, he's gently rebuffed as Taylor gets up to shower. He tries to tell his lover about his odd dream of masked men reaching out to him as he runs from their arms, but Taylor can't hear over the running shower. "What?" "Oh, nothing it's not important."

This leads to both men having separate solo jack-off scenes as they stroke their inches, which are intercut into each other. Taylor lets the hot water and soap run down his hard, tight body as he leans against the shower walls, the cum streaming from his cock; Parker, alone in the bed, in what became his signature move, uses a cord to tie off his famously enormous cock and balls, making his member swell with thick, veiny redness as he strokes to a spunk-spurting climax. Indicative of the tone of this film, it's all very hot, and a bit poignant.

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Parker meets male model photographer Blount who immediately sets a laser target on Parker's bulge, much to Parker's chagrin. Calls at home to meet up are rebuffed, as his BF is returning home the next day. And when Taylor returns, it's a night of one-sided sex as Parker pounds his hole as he...falls asleep. The next day, Parker is met by Taylor in front of their building."Let's take a walk" he says. Never a good sign! In true cinematic style, they walk off a distance, out of viewer earshot. They pause, stand talking, and then go their separate ways. It's a great way to film a breakup, heavy with gravitas while making dialogue unnecessary.

That night Parker, alone in bed, dreams of his now ex getting gangbanged by a group of those same masked, anonymous studs. Lined up on a platform, they're sucked by the masterful throat of Taylor as he works their rigid cocks into his handsome, bearded face, taking all the inches. His asshole is then taken one by one in a variety of positions, often taking dick from both ends until he's their cum dump, splashed with ropes of jizz and bred as Parker looks on from the back of the room.

Cruising down the road in his Jeep Parker sees a young, hot hitchhiker: tight jeans, a tighter tank top, and a hungry look. He picks him up, and as hands start roaming, the hitcher, Stevens, guides him to a secluded spot where they commit one of the hottest roadside blowjobs ever put on film. As Parker growls his lust and frustrations, Stevens sucks his thick shaft down like a fucking vacuum. Parker returns in kind, but Stevens is the one who gets stunningly creamy blasts to his face, his hair, the jizz dripping from his 'stache. It was like the cum was CGI'd "in post" for maximum effect!

Parker attends the opening of Blount's photography exhibit, produced by the studio he works for. Heavy of heart, he can't appreciate the sheer amount of cock laid out before him and he tries to denounce Blount's lifestyle. In response, Blount reads him the riot act, telling him not all gay men are searching for "Father Knows Best" so he and his moralistic judgment can fuck right off. This leads Parker to hangdog his way to...

A sex club, where he finds Blount on his knees swallowing a massive pole. Damn, his thickly-bearded face was just made for dick penetration! This is a well-filmed group scene where a lot of shadowy, anonymous sucking and fucking is going on in the corners and against the bar walls. The camera centers in on a few duos, but what's important and sexy here is the lack of judgment and rampant hedonism. It is reminiscent of Joe Gage films being made around the same time, where sex is king, wherever and whenever, and with whomever.

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Taylor spies Parker, recognizes his discomfort running alongside his willingness to explore and invites him to his cabin in the woods. There, they wake the next morning and run out into THE SNOW, buck naked, romping and rolling and kissing in the bright white light of day.

Back inside by the warmth of the fire, the two come together in mutual dick-swallowing before Parker slams his girthy tool deep inside Blount's hairy hole until both are spurting long strands of cream all over Blount's copious chest hair. Will this lead to a new relationship for Parker? "I don't know," he says to Bounts offering to see him again. Then as they drive off down the mountain road we hear, "Call me Monday."

The closing credits rolling over an anonymous dick jizzing repeatedly was the final awesome touch on a great flick!

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