HIS69-012 Bath Buddy
Bath Buddy
HIS69
(Same as GE-109 and GAY-132)
HIS69-012
Rich Cummings
(HIS6912)
$1.95
Foreword
Bath Buddy is Gary Prentice’s story, and all the things that super horny sixteen-year-old did with all his boyfriends, and any full-grown man he could get close enough to.
Tobin is the bath buddy, Gary’s classmate and lover. The two of them never missed an opportunity to make it, standing in dark corners of the school corridors or in stairwells, sucking and hunching up a sizzling storm that threatened to upset the entire school building.
Tobin turned his bare-ass buddy on to the river, where every Wednesday was something like All Sucker’s Eve, where everyone who knew anything about free and fancy meat swinging gathered together to let it all hang out. Then, with all the merchandise on public display, anyone who was interested could draw one of them out a little more, and disappear with him into the darker shadows for some instant relief.
Until that one fateful day when Gary was determined to conquer them all, each and everyone, in full view of the others. And, by God, he did just that.
The next logical step for Gary was to exercise his tool for the motion picture cameras, becoming a stag film star that led to his employment in Parker’s, the fanciest call-boy hustle house in the whole world.
1 review for HIS69-012 Bath Buddy
Rainbowreviewss –
Bath Buddy is a 1970s HIS69 classic that follows Gary Prentice, a walking hard-on who turns every errand, family visit, and school day into an opportunity to drain every cock in sight. From a chance trailer pickup with a stag-film director to riverbank gangbangs where farmhands trade loads like trading cards, Gary’s journey is nonstop filth, and I mean that as the highest compliment.
The plot kicks off when Gary stumbles on a rundown trailer and instantly grabs the fat, soft cock hanging out of Fred Quentin’s shorts. Quentin and his blond muscle model Penn turn the guy into their newest stag film star on the spot. Gary gets his first pro blowjob, raw-fucks Penn on camera, and swallows his load while the lenses roll. Back home, Gary services his straight cousin Doug and the future uncle-in-law Gil in one wild pre-wedding threesome, then gets exiled to his mean-tempered Uncle Werner’s Tennessee farm.
There, Gary discovers the legendary Wednesday river orgies where farmhands, teens, and locals strip naked and trade cocks in the bushes with zero shame. He hooks up with freckled kid Caleb, husky sleeping stud Adam, and finally his classmate Tobin, who becomes his true lover and “bath buddy.” They fuck in school stairwells, fields, and the river, but when Gary learns his uncle secretly visits the same spot, he steals cash and runs south to Florida.
In Paraiso, he hustles tearooms with lifeguards Johnny and Stacy, then heads to New York, where Quentin welcomes him back for more stag films. Gary quickly graduates to Parker’s, the fanciest call-boy house in the world, living the high-end whore life and loving every raw, paid inch of it. The whole book is one long, filthy coming-of-age ride from trailer trash to big-city pro, and it never slows down.
What sets this book apart from today’s erotica is the language. Cummings writes in that glorious old-school pulp style: blunt, crude, and gloriously unfiltered. You won’t find “member” or “length” here. Instead, you get “whacker,” “schlang,” “jism,” “reaming,” “cornholing,” and “lip-dribble shot.” Gary doesn’t “make love”—he “rams his ten turgid inches” and “warfs a schtup” until the other guy is “blotted against him.” The prose is sweaty, direct, and dripping with that pre-condom horniness that feels like a time capsule of pure lust. Lots of new crude terminology to devour!
The sex scenes hit like a freight train. Whether it’s Gary deep-throating his straight cousin while the future uncle watches, trading raw ass-fucks with the hired man on his uncle’s farm, or becoming the star cocksucker at the Wednesday river orgies where every local stud lines up for a turn, the action is relentless. No fade-to-black, no emotional monologues—just cock, cum, and the wet slap of flesh. And when Gary finally hits the big leagues with stag films and high-end call-boy work at Parker’s, the sleaze factor only ramps up.
Cummings captures that perfect 1970s vibe where everyone is horny, no one is guilty, and “queer” is just another word for “available.” There’s zero concern about labels or consent. Gary wants dick, he takes dick, he gives dick back, it’s as simple as that. It’s refreshing as hell compared to modern erotica that sometimes feels like it needs a sensitivity reader on speed dial.
As for the characters, almost every guy is a walking sex toy—hung, eager, and zero guilt. No deep backstories, no trauma, no coming-out drama. They exist to suck, fuck, get fucked, and trade loads. Gary is the only fully developed character; everyone else is defined by their cock, their ass, and how enthusiastically they use both with him. Classic vintage sleaze: the hotter and more available they are, the more important they become to the story.
If you love vintage gay pulp where the dialogue is as filthy as the action (“Suck my prick!” “Fuck it into me!” “Clean fuckin’ or nothin’?”), This is a highly recommended read. It’s not literary fiction. It’s not trying to be deep. It’s a straight shot of 1970s cock lust from the first page to the last, and it never once flinches. It is hard to find a physical copy, but you can buy the digital version from my favorite vintage pulp and original gay erotica store, Hommi Publishing.
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