I've come up empty. A lot of stories involving actors from the 1960s that I didn't know were gay or bi: Jon Provost, Brandon DeWilde, Bobby Driscoll, Jack Wild, Jay North. I'll have to do some fact-checking before I can post them.
But none involving Tony Dow, until a few nights ago, when I got a email from Jock, a 69-year old retired landscaper and Uber driver from Tucson, who is a friend of one of Randall the Muscle Bear's ex-boyfriends. It led to a long conversation on Facebook Instant Messenger, and one of the wildest celebrity hookup stories I've ever heard.
I'll reproduce it using Jock's words as much as possible.
Marysville, California, September 1966
In August 1966 I was a skinny 18 years old with big ears and a big cock, just out of high school in Mission Viejo, working at Martin's, and, like most teenage boys at the time, worried about two things:
1. Where is my next blow job coming from?
2. How can I avoid being shipped to Vietnam?
Joining the California Air National Guard solved both problems. It was military service, so Dad wouldn't get sore and call me a "coward," but no one would be shooting at me. The 12-week basic training was held at Beale Air Force Base in Marysville, California, about 40 miles north of Sacramento.
We were all young, hung, and full of cum. I got more action than the 7th flee on shore leave in Singapore!
But I'm getting ahead of myself. I have to tell you about Tony Dow.
He was one of the guys in my squadron! Cute face, smooth tight chest with those pinprick nipples, nice abs, surprisingly dark tan, nice bulge. He was about four inches soft, thick around, semi-uncut, you know, with the head peeping out from the foreskin.
"My uncle was cameraman for NBC, and he introduced me to a lot of celebrity kids, so I wasn't too starstruck over Tony. We didn't hang out, except when a whole group of us went into town to go dancing at Chiseler's Inn or to a movie, or to a basketball game at the high school to try to pick up some "girls" (or at least that's what they said).
"Male Cute Young Things? He went off with boys?"
Let me set up the picture. First you need to know that Tony usually went around with his friend Kurt -- a tall guy, curly dark-blond hair, pale, kind of skinny, but all dick, hung to his knees.
Well, one night a lot of us are at the old State Theater on E Street -- I think we were watching Way, Way Out, with Jerry Lewis as an astronaut -- , and Kurt sort of vanishes. Tony keeps looking around for him, but he never comes back.
After the movie, we're in the lobby, eating our leftover popcorn, wondering if we should go looking for him, when he comes down from the balcony with his arm around a high school boy. Black hair in a military buzz cut, cute jock's face, thin, so short that he barely came to Kurt's shoulder.
"This is Frankie," Kurt announced. "He's a senior. We're going to...um...go get a malted."
Frankie giggled and slapped him.
The full story, with nude photos and explicit sexual situations, is on Tales of West Hollywood.