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.
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.