My Porn Hero Experience (part 2)

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I finished out my high school and college years consumed with things like swimming competitively and immersing myself in the start of my military career. It took a lot of my time and so, even though sex was always on my mind, I was still not in a place where I felt secure enough to act on it. The last thing I ever wanted was to have some nosy roommate find my Colt magazine with Clint Lockner sucking off a cop baton and cumming on his mirrored sunglasses, so I didn’t even have a porn stash.

Hidden Porn Stash

Hidden Porn Stash

I would rarely go to the occasional bookstore or adult theatre. Once while visiting family in Connecticut, I spied an adult theater while traveling through Madison on the outskirts of Yale University. I found some time to slip away and bought a ticket to whatever movie was playing. It wasn’t a gay movie. I would have been too worried that someone might see me going in there. It was one of those old theatres in a semi-seedy part of town that found it could only survive by playing x-rated movies. A hold out from the glory days of “Deep Throat.” I nervously bought my ticket and walked in from the bright sunshine to the very dark theater. I didn’t want to stand there as my eyes adjusted so I made my way down the aisle. I still couldn’t see the giant 30 ft. tall pussy being pounded by a fat cock and the loud moaning sounds made it impossible to pay attention. I slid into a row of chairs and sat down… right on a very large man’s lap! He had the cliche trench coat and I’m pretty sure his dick was out. I jumped up quickly, muttered an apology, and booked out of there. I’m not sure if the man was gay or not, but I’m pretty sure that it had been a while since a 20-year-old of any gender had sat on his lap. I decided later on that it was probably a pretty good time for him, and my last adventure in the states for quite a while.
I graduated from college and became commissioned in the US Army. After my Army Officer Training, I was stationed in Germany. Besides it being a very exciting time to begin a new chapter in my life and living in a foreign country, I was also excited about being able to live on my own. I could finally get a collection of porn. maybe I could even get some videos of my Porn hero. I had read that the photos I had seen were part of a video series. I would drive to Nurnberg and explore the porn and sex shops. There was such a big difference from the US. Nobody cared what you were into. The Germans were much more at ease with all aspects of sex. In fact, the first thing I saw when I got off the plane in Frankfurt was “Dr. Mueller’s Sex Shop.” I was shocked. There were no such places in American airports – we had to go to the restrooms to have sex.
Back in Nurnberg, I finally found the video that I wanted to buy. I purchased it at the counter and the man didn’t even blink an eye. If anything, I felt like he had some sympathy for me knowing that this stuff was illegal for a US serviceman to be buying. Plus, he saw my nervousness.
I got the video home, but one problem, I didn’t have a TV or a VCR. No worries, I had a new income stream and access to the PX. I went down immediately and bought my TV and VCR and brought it home and hooked it up. Everything worked fine. I could watch some random German stations and play some of the VHS tapes that I already had. Then I plopped in the Colt porn video I had bought. Nothing but static and weird lines across the screen. Fuck! I had a damaged videotape! My frustration level was off the charts. I immediately drove back to the store in Nurnberg… an hour-long drive roughly and told the man at the counter in my broken German that it was ‘kaput.’ He looked at it and reached behind him and put it in his VCR. Right away, Clint Lockner came up on what was then, a giant screen, sucking some hot hairy dick.
“OK! OK! It’s ok! You can turn it off now!”
I said to the man that it must be my machine that didn’t work. He then gave me the bad news that European systems and American systems are different. something about PAL vs. something else.
I felt defeated and horny and frustrated as I walked back to my car.
The next day I went back to the PX and talked to the person in the electronics area about the different systems for TVs. He explained it to me and I bought another VCR that had the option to play both systems. Luckily I didn’t need to buy a whole new TV.
So finally, I was able to enjoy my porn videos of Clint Lockner probing and prodding his way through a multitude of other hairy masculine horny men. I was in porn star heaven… for a while. I mean porn can only go so far in relieving a young man’s needs.
I found the German populace pretty willing to pick up the slack in my hidden sex life. With a single nod of the head stopped at a railway crossing, I found myself sucking off my first uncut German cock in my car, in the rain, at about 3 in the morning on a very muddy road in the woods off the main drag. I was fascinated with the young man’s skin and I pulled it back and forth, admiring its beautiful thickness and veiny perfection.

Skin it back, Klaus!

Skin it back, Klaus!

Hot German Dude in the woods

Hot German Dude in the woods

To be continued.

My Porn Hero Experience (part 1)

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When I was growing up, all I knew of gay men was that they were limp-wristed pansies who were criminals and drug addicts and abused small children by stealing them from their parents and fucking them in bushes before killing them… then they killed themselves. Sorry, but that’s what I was told about gay men. It made me very afraid of my own feelings about the men to whom I was attracted to. These men were never like ‘that’. they were hard-working men’s men who took care of their bodies and played sports and wore blue jeans and boots and smelled like a man was supposed to. None of these perfumed, lavender pants-wearing, long-haired namby-pamby men.
Of course, as time went on, I realized that there are all kinds of men. Straight men who seemed gay and gay men who seemed straight, florists who wore boots and had big bulges in their jeans, football players who take it up the ass, and all kinds of different men who lived all kinds of different lives.
But before I knew the truth about the lies that society told about gay men, I was very afraid of who I was to become. Did I have a choice, or did being gay make it inevitable that I would be a weak, inconsequential, girly man who would be beaten in the streets and live an isolated, lonely miserable life?
As my own testosterone began really surging, I began to seek out porn. It didn’t matter at first what kind it was. It could be straight porn in the form of Playboy, Penthouse, or Hustler. Hustler was the best because you could actually find hard cock in Hustler. These publications were ok for a while. Sex was sex and anything I could get my hands on that had anything to do with sex was ok with me.
Eventually, I found myself old enough to get into porn shops and theaters. The first one I went to was a little dive along the highway on the way to Chicago from the far west suburbs. Over the years I had heard rumors about that place when we would drive by it.
“No matter what time of day or night I have ever driven by this place, it was always packed,” someone in the car would say.
“It’s just a dive bar,” someone else would say.
“Really, people are in there at seven in the morning drinking?”
I knew that there was something else going on. I could just feel it. I eventually realized that I had a nose to sniff out these places no matter where in the world I was.
At some point in my teens, I got the nerve to go check it out. It was a porn shop with little rooms in the back with men walking around in circles looking into the slightly cracked open doors. this was way too advanced for me at the time, so I would just look at the magazines, positioning myself at the boundary between the straight stuff and the gay stuff so I could look at the gay stuff while I was pretending to look at the gay stuff. I was sure that I was too clever for anybody to know what I was up to.
As I was looking around, my eyes landed on a slick glossy magazine named Colt. It had a model on it who I now know to be Clint Lockner.

He was a mustached, manly man in a cop uniform gazing out at me from behind mirrored sunglasses. I had to take a closer look so I grabbed it and started flipping through the pages. My knees were getting wobbly as I looked at the pictures of this super masculine cop sucking dick, getting his dick sucked, sucking on a baton, fucking other hot masculine men in the butt. I was in awe standing there with my dick obviously hard. I was unaware of my aroused state because I was so absorbed. Other men were not unaware of this horned-up teenager standing there with a hard-on. A relatively young man with a long trench coat walked behind me, and from inside his coat came two very beefy hands that took full hold of my ass. He grabbed both cheeks in a very unambiguous way. I don’t think until then anyone had touched my butt at all, and it startled and excited me. He moved on but kept looking back at me as he walked to the door. I immediately got what he was trying to tell me. I had been cruised for the first time and I went for it.
I followed him outside and he motioned for me to come to talk to him in his car. I walked over and he said hi. He wasn’t Clint Lockner, but he had his dick out of his pants while sitting in the car and it looked fat and meaty and very hard. I agreed to go with him, I got in his car and he drove a short way away and parked in a quiet, dark spot. I couldn’t stop looking at his cock, so he gently guided my head there. I started to suck him and he mentioned, even tho I had not asked, that he wouldn’t cum in my mouth. In a few minutes, I finally got the joke about the three biggest lies – 1. The check’s in the mail, 2. I’ll still respect you in the morning, 3. I won’t cum in your mouth. He gushed a huge load in my mouth and I lapped it all up.
I learned a lot that night. I learned that the place along the highway was not a bar, there were very masculine men who were gay, my teenage boy body was quite a hit, and I was a natural cocksucker.

To be continued.

Big Scottish Daddy Willy – A Poem

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I was texting with a guy in Scottland and his text was so hot, I decided to turn it into a poem and add some pics of hot uncut Scottish men… or at least, hot men I think look kind of Scottish. If you are Scottish and want to send me pics of your hot uncut Scottish beef, do it man!

in Scotland
all us men call our cocks Willys
we don’t shave
hairy
the only underwear we wear are briefs
and not the boxers kind
you see your dad wearing them
your uncle
and they make a smelly fuckin bulge
put daddy willy in yer mouth
nice soft willy
we are all uncircumcised
you want some man willy in ur mouth
some big adult uncut parts
big flaccid smelly bubble gum foreskin