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Gargantua and Pantagruel

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1566 oil-on-panel painting by Pieter Bruegel the Elder.

1566 oil-on-panel painting by Pieter Bruegel the Elder.

Checking out the Piece

Checking out the Piece

Dog Sniffing Codpiece

Dog Sniffing Codpiece

Actual Leather Codpiece

Actual Leather Codpiece

Looking for all things penis, as I often do, I found these very sexy writings about a father and son and their travels. I was looking specifically for references to the codpiece, and how it must have been a very knee-trembling thing to behold for early horny men and boys in their repressed times. But as I was reading it, it seemed clear that the phallus has held a strong fascination from very early on.
The Codpiece was in fashion in the 15 and 16th centuries. It was both decorative (and I surmise, enticing), and for the actual protection. Cod, in Middle English, meant Scrotum, so eat up those fish and chips, mates!

Gargantua and Pantagruel

The Life of Gargantua and of Pantagruel (French: La vie de Gargantua et de Pantagruel) is a pentalogy of novels written in the 16th century by François Rabelais, which tells of the adventures of two giants, Gargantua (/ɡɑːrˈɡæntʃuːə/; French: [ɡaʁ.ɡɑ̃.ty.a]) and his son Pantagruel (/pænˈtæɡruːˌɛl, -əl, ˌpæntəˈɡruːəl/; French: [pɑ̃.ta.ɡʁy.ɛl]). The text is written in an amusing, extravagant, and satirical vein, and features much crudity, scatological humor, and violence (lists of explicit or vulgar insults fill several chapters).

The censors of the Collège de la Sorbonne stigmatized it as obscene, and in a social climate of increasing religious oppression in a lead up to the French Wars of Religion, it was treated with suspicion, and contemporaries avoided mentioning it. According to Rabelais, the philosophy of his giant Pantagruel, “Pantagruelism”, is rooted in “a certain gaiety of mind pickled in the scorn of fortuitous things” (French: une certaine gaîté d’esprit confite dans le mépris des choses fortuites).

Rabelais had studied Ancient Greek and he applied it in inventing hundreds of new words in the text, some of which became part of the French language. Wordplay and risqué humor abound in his writing.

This is an outtake from The Third Book.

Nature, nevertheless, did not after that manner provide for the sempiternizing of (the) human race; but, on the contrary, created man naked, tender, and frail, without either offensive or defensive arms; and that in the estate of innocence, in the first age of all, which was the golden season; not as a plant, but living creature, born for peace, not war, and brought forth into the world with an unquestionable right and title to the plenary fruition and enjoyment of all fruits and vegetables, as also to a certain calm and gentle rule and dominion over all kinds of beasts, fowls, fishes, reptiles, and insects. Yet afterwards it happening in the time of the iron age, under the reign of Jupiter, when, to the multiplication of mischievous actions, wickedness and malice began to take root and footing within the then perverted hearts of men, that the earth began to bring forth nettles, thistles, thorns, briars, and such other stubborn and rebellious vegetables to the nature of man. Nor scarce was there any animal which by a fatal disposition did not then revolt from him, and tacitly conspire and covenant with one another to serve him no longer, nor, in case of their ability to resist, to do him any manner of obedience, but rather, to the uttermost of their power, to annoy him with all the hurt and harm they could. The man, then, that he might maintain his primitive right and prerogative, and continue his sway and dominion over all, both vegetable and sensitive creatures, and knowing of a truth that he could not be well accommodated as he ought without the servitude and subjection of several animals, bethought himself that of necessity he must needs put on arms, and make provision of harness against wars and violence. By the holy Saint Babingoose, cried out Pantagruel, you are become, since the last rain, a great lifrelofre,–philosopher, I should say. Take notice, sir, quoth Panurge, when Dame Nature had prompted him to his own arming, what part of the body it was, where, by her inspiration, he clapped on the first harness. It was forsooth by the double pluck of my little dog the ballock and good Senor Don Priapos Stabo-stando–which done, he was content, and sought no more. This is certified by the testimony of the great Hebrew captain (and) philosopher Moses, who affirmeth that he fenced that member with a brave and gallant codpiece, most exquisitely framed, and by right curious devices of a notably pregnant invention made up and composed of fig-tree leaves, which by reason of their solid stiffness, incisory notches, curled frizzling, sleeked smoothness, large ampleness, together with their colour, smell, virtue, and faculty, were exceeding proper and fit for the covering and arming of the satchels of generation–the hideously big Lorraine cullions being from thence only excepted, which, swaggering down to the lowermost bottom of the breeches, cannot abide, for being quite out of all order and method, the stately fashion of the high and lofty codpiece; as is manifest by the noble Valentine Viardiere, whom I found at Nancy, on the first day of May–the more flauntingly to gallantrize it afterwards–rubbing his ballocks, spread out upon a table after the manner of a Spanish cloak. Wherefore it is, that none should henceforth say, who would not speak improperly, when any country bumpkin hieth to the wars, Have a care, my roister, of the wine-pot, that is, the skull, but, Have a care, my roister, of the milk-pot, that is, the testicles. By the whole rabble of the horned fiends of hell, the head being cut off, that single person only thereby dieth. But, if the ballocks be marred, the whole race of human kind would forthwith perish, and be lost for ever.

This was the motive which incited the goodly writer Galen, Lib. 1. De Spermate, to aver with boldness that it was better, that is to say, a less evil, to have no heart at all than to be quite destitute of genitories; for there is laid up, conserved, and put in store, as in a successive repository and sacred warehouse, the sentence and original source of the whole offspring of mankind. Therefore would I be apt to believe, for less than a hundred francs, that those are the very same stones by means whereof Deucalion and Pyrrha restored the human race, in people with men and women the world, which a little before that had been drowned in the overflowing waves of a poetical deluge. This stirred up the valiant Justinian, L. 4. De Cagotis tollendis, to collocate his Summum Bonum, in Braguibus, et Braguetis. For this and other causes, the Lord Humphrey de Merville, following of his king to a certain warlike expedition, whilst he was in trying upon his own person a new suit of armour, for of his old rusty harness he could make no more use, by reason that some few years since the skin of his belly was a great way removed from his kidneys, his lady thereupon, in the profound musing of a contemplative spirit, very maturely considering that he had but small care of the staff of love and packet of marriage, seeing he did no otherwise arm that part of the body than with links of mail, advised him to shield, fence, and gabionate it with a big tilting helmet which she had lying in her closet, to her otherwise utterly unprofitable. On this lady were penned these subsequent verses, which are extant in the third book of the Shitbrana of Paltry Wenches.

When Yoland saw her spouse equipp’d for fight,
And, save the codpiece, all in armour dight,
My dear, she cried, why, pray, of all the rest
Is that exposed, you know I love the best?
Was she to blame for an ill-managed fear,–
Or rather pious, conscionable care?
Wise lady, she! In hurlyburly fight,
Can any tell where random blows may light?
Leave off then, sir, from being astonished, and wonder no more at this new manner of decking and trimming up of myself as you now see me.

Cock, Cock, Cock

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Full bush uncut monster

Full bush uncut monster

Impossible to Swallow

Impossible to Swallow

Fat Hairy Dad Balls

Fat Hairy Dad Balls

residual Jizzm

residual Jizzm

Stuffed in the mouth

Stuffed in the mouth

Cock, Cock, Cock
Dick, Dick, Dick
Fat meat daddy
Lick, Lick Lick
Slobber, Slobber, Slobber
Suck, Suck, Suck
Bloated hairy penis
Stuff, Stuff, Stuff
Swallow, Swallow, Swallow
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck
Mouth like a cunt
Takin’ hairy cock
Leak, Leak, Leak
Spit, Spit, Spit
Gag, Gag, Gag
Please Dads Bag
Work, Work, Work
Dog, Dog, Dog
Chowin’ on Meat
Porked like a Hog
Sniff, sniff, Sniff
Drool, Drool, Drool
Nuts slappin’ chin
Cocksucker drool
Nuts, Nuts, Nuts,
Churnin’ up Sperm
Balls Pulled Tight,
Spurt, Spurt, Spurt

Leakin' drippin Meat

Leakin’ drippin Meat

My Porn Hero Experience (part 3)

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As my time continued in Germany, I had more experiences with other men. Mostly Germans, but a few other Americans too (that’s another story). As my four years in Germany were coming to an end, I knew I had some decisions to make. When I returned to the states, I would start my Officer advanced course as a Captain and move into the stages of my military career. For me, it was a time to reflect on whether or not my military career was going to be a long-term commitment or a one-tour fling. I enjoyed the Army, and I had gotten so much more out of it than they had gotten out of me. Not that I hadn’t done a good job, I just had the better deal at this point. But my official contractual obligation had been met. The pit in my stomach grew every day as I thought about the reality of hiding what was a core part of being for another 6 to 10 years.
I was on leave back in the states before I would report back to duty. My friends knew me and I had a chance to talk about things openly for one the first time openly and honestly. As I drove back to base after my leave I was distraught. I knew I couldn’t pretend anymore. So when I reported to my commander, I told him that I needed to talk to him about something in private. When I walked into his office I could see the concern on his face because he could see I was in some kind of crisis. I got up the nerve and told him that I was gay. He sat back in his chair and said, “Oh.” He told me that I didn’t have to do this and that if I wanted to change my mind, he would forget the conversation. He had real concern for me. He was worried I might try to kill myself. I assured him that it was quite the opposite and that if I tried to hide it anymore that would be the thing that would make me kill myself. He nodded his head and told me that it was now out of his hands and that regulations would take over. I was arrested, and brought to the MP station in a squad car (the only reason I wasn’t handcuffed was my commander ordered the MPs not to). I sat in the MP station as one person after another paraded by to take a look at the officer who had told his commander he was a fag. It was hard, but not as hard as having to report to the Brigade commander who was not anywhere near as compassionate as my company commander. I could feel the hatred coming off of this guy as I stood before him at attention. But in the end, it was all just words.
I spent the next 6 months on a loose restriction to base. They put me in a basement computer room with a civilian woman who I was sure was a lesbian. I helped her in whatever way I could. Mostly busy work. But at night I was still free to go about my business. And that I did. I started going to actual gay bars in a nearby city. I questioned my plans a little bit as I saw all the other gay soldiers there on the weekends. but I knew I wanted more than a weekend life of secrecy.
I met hot bartenders, drag queens, hustlers, horny dads, and other soldiers… you name it, they were there at the Alley Kat!
Fast forward about 5 years or so. I had met my first partner and I moved in with him. After a few years, we moved to San Diego with new jobs. My partner was HIV positive, but healthy. He taught me how to protect myself and it became a little less scary. Although it was still before the life-saving drug cocktail would be available, there was always a sense of impending doom. My partner knew that I was very new to all of this and he never wanted me to restrict my experiences (to a point). Eventually, we parted as partners but remained close and even lived together most of the time up until his death.
I had this job and that job… nothing very consequential. Eventually, I became a bartender at the local Leather/Levi bar called Wolfs. It was fun work and the perks were a playground that could be locked up at the end of the night with a small group of men to suck and fuck our way around every corner of that bar. From the pool table to the bathrooms, to the bar itself. My DNA was all over that place. the bar has long since closed and been turned into a trendy neighborhood bar with windows and everything. Whenever I go past it now, I just laugh… if they only knew the sex that had taken place there!
One night about midway through the opening shift, a man came in and sat down at the bar. I nodded to him as I was pouring a beer that I would be there in a moment. He nodded back and I did a double take. I couldn’t quite place him, but I was sure I knew him somehow. I went down to where he was sitting and asked him what he was having. He ordered a draft beer with a big smile and I walked off to pour it for him. then it hit me! It was Clint Lockner in my bar ordering a drink for me. I walked back to where he sat and put the beer in front of him and told him that I knew who he was and that his money was no good here… all drinks on the house.
He was clearly older, clearly battling AIDS, but still had that angular, chiseled, masculine good looks that had turned me on so many years ago. He was still in good shape too. I stumbled to find the words to express to him what a part he had played in my life. I told him story after story about finding pictures of him and then the video debacle in Germany, in between servicing the other patrons at the bar. I was surprised that more people were not hovering around him. Other than a few people who came up to say hi because they had known him personally back in the day.
My shift ended and asked if he could buy me a beer as thanks for all the beers I had comped him. Of course, I jumped at the chance. We talked more about the early days when he had done his first work for Colt. he told me that when he had done those photo shoots and videos, he was an actual LA cop! The uniform and gun and baton were all real, and he had been fired for it. I told him of my time in the Army and how it had ended with an arrest. We hit it off, but when he asked if I wanted to go back to his place, I almost lost it. “Fuck yeah!” was my only response.
We made our way to his apartment a few miles away. He offered me a beer as I looked around his place. It was filled with interesting art. Some of the art was decorative, some were pornographic, and some were photos of him being Clint Lockner. I had always wondered if his porn career was something he looked on favorably or something he didn’t want to highlight. I had met other porn stars who absolutely wanted nothing more to do with it. But, without being obnoxious about it, he seemed to have a healthy pride in his work as a Colt model and displayed some work of his proudly. He sat down in his lounge chair with his beer, and his legs spread wide. I sat down on the floor in front of him because that just seemed like where I was supposed to be. It felt natural and exciting. We drank our beers and talked about his time back in the day. It made me hard and I put my head on his leg as we continued to talk. I could see him getting hard too… a blind man could have seen him getting hard. While I was already sure, and I had had a partner with HIV for several years, he was responsible and let me know his status. I told him I was sad anyone was going through that, but it made no difference to me and that we knew how to be safe. I started to rub the thickening bulge running down his pant leg. He smiled and sat back in the chair. I opened his pants and wrestled his fat cock out of his pants. he lifted up a bit to allow me to pull his pants down. I pulled off his boots as his big dick waved around in the air in front of my face. Then I took off all of my clothes. A good cocksucker is naked in my book. kneeling in front of him, I took his cockhead into my mouth. It was a magical experience as the fat cock of my porn star hero slid into my throat. I thought about all the places his dick had been over the years. The places it had been as I watched his videos, the other cocksuckers before me. It was truly a bit overwhelming. I worked on his cock as he gently encouraged me with soft moans and words of praise. “that’s a good cocksucking boy.” “Work on that big dick, son.” Every once in a while he’d open up a bottle of poppers and hold it for me to sniff, then he would do the same. His dick would get even harder at those times. His eyes would roll back in his head as I swallowed all of his fat meat straight down my throat. I had been working on perfecting my cocksucking skills and had become quite good at it… an expert cocksucker really, if I did say so myself. He gently grabbed my head and fucked my mouth. But mostly he just kicked back and let me go to work. I was so proud that he was enjoying it as much as I was. I worked on his fat penis for about an hour. until he pulled out and grabbed his shaft tight with his masculine hand as he shot a huge load over my face. Heaven. I had wanted to swallow, but it was a time when that was considered a bit too risky. We know better now.
He heaped on the praise of my cocksucking abilities and I told him how much of a rush it was to have met up with him and live out a true fantasy.
We exchanged numbers and he told me that he would really like for me to come by again. Of course, I did, and was such a great host. He cooked me dinner and we chatted more about our pasts and just who we were in general. It’s one thing to have a hero in a glossy magazine, but to actually meet him and find out what a totally great man he is is something else. He knew exactly how long we needed to wait after dinner before I would be able to, as he put it, “do that number on my dick again.” And I did do it again, but this time, he stood up and brought me into his bedroom where he fucked my hole like a stallion. He once again gave me words of praise that made me blush.
He was leaving for several weeks to go somewhere and then one thing after another happened… Life, I guess you call it. But that was my last time being with Clint physically. It was maybe a year later and I was looking through the local gay paper. they were filled with obituaries at the time and I often just passed them by. I had enough people I knew were dying or dead and didn’t need to fill my mind up with every last one. But the piercing eyes of Clint Lockner jumped out at me. My heart sunk, my eyes filled and I was struck by such a feeling of loss, but other feelings of love and gratitude for having been able to meet him as I had. They were holding a memorial at his home that Saturday. I went to the memorial, but I wasn’t a part of his life like his other friends and lovers were. I could really only be thought of as a trick to most of the other people there. But one of his partners pulled me aside and said something that stays with me to this day. He asked me if I was the guy he made that last video with. I said no, I never made any videos. We had had sex, but… He quickly changed the subject, but I have always wondered if maybe he had a video of us having sex that he just never got a chance to show me. Man oh man, if I could ever watch a secret video of Clint and me having sex, that would be the topper in my porn star hero experience.
Years later, after just about everyone I had known in those days was dead, I decided to look up my partner’s quilt panel. The internet had gone into full swing by then and I was able to look it up online. they had a picture of each panel grouping. I brought up the picture and I’ll be damned if right next to my partner’s quilt was Clint Lockner’s quilt. It was a surreal experience that reminded me of the magic of life. I picture them together in a gay heaven having mad wild ecstatic sexual adventures.

Clint Lockner

Clint Lockner

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.