This item is a rare and vintage TRADEMARK publication titled THE KIP NOLL STORY featuring 16 full color nudes including 3 giant centerfolds and a story by JOHN ROBERTS. This magazine was produced in 1980 using "CUSTOM PRINTED" heavy stock paper. It is oversized at 8-1/2” x 11”. It is still in UNREAD condition. This item is DEADSTOCK and the original distributor never sold it; it has been in storage for over 40 years.

Most of the photography is from the 1980 film ROOMMATES when Kip was 23 years old.

“For as long as I can remember and long before the time when the senses become influenced by the mind, I had known someone like Kip Noll. Even long before I'd ever had a sexual experience with another boy, I knew I wanted Kip. I wanted to be close to him. To touch him. To be touched by him. At school, even when he was just a freshman, I can remember how sexy he looked. Golden hair first sprouting on his legs, when one of his athletic socks would casually droop about his penny loafers in class. The seats around his were the most sought-after. Not just by the girls, who knew there was something very manly about this 14-year-old going on 15, but by the boys too, who probably knew even less why they wanted to be near him. He won every school election, without even running. The mere mention of his name was enough to spark recognition. Sex appeal. There's no denying it when someone has it. No getting away from it if you possess it. Even clothed from head to toe, Levi's hugging his round, firm cheeks, grabbing at a bulging crotch, blue eyes penetrating out from beneath a lock of blond hair which always was out of place even after a combing. He'd sneak a cigarette in the men's room between classes. I even knew that and I was so afraid of being near him. Afraid he'd know how I felt. It was that way all through high school, until he was a senior and we finally made contact. He was in the school band, playing drums. His natural sense of rhythm never hidden-even when he walked from class to class, those buns swinging so naturally, yet terribly masculine. He was always in my thoughts, Always. Was I the only one who felt that? Every one of his features were those that would always by my undoing. One day I couldn't bear it any longer and confided to a friend of mine. "You're crazy;" he laughed, "Kip? He's a friend of mine. Why didn't you tell me before? I'll put in a good word for you." My heart did double-time like that bass drum of his-for a full week prior to our meeting. In the meantime, with enough prodding and some beer I got from my Older brother, I got together with my friend and shook lose some details on Kip. My friend confessed, "Well, he may still be a boy, but shit, he's built like a man!" After about the sixth beer, I had learned that the boy of my dreams was really a music freak, He loved getting stoned. He wasn't uptight about his body either. He loved to run around the house nude!“

ALL MODELS IN THIS MAGAZINE ARE CERTIFIED BY THE PUBLISHERS TO BE OVER THE LEGAL AGE OF 18, AS REQUIRED BY FEDERAL LAW.