I think the first thing I really remember being enticed by in a locker room was a big bull ball nut sack swinging as a man walked by me. I was sitting on a bench at the end of the aisle. Face level with cock and balls. He turned the corner and started walking towards the shower. He had a big cock that seemed chubby, but his ball bag was so full of nuts that I could hear them hitting his thighs as he walked by me. “Fwop, fwop, fwop…” He saw the look on my face as he went by, but it didn’t seem to faze him. He positioned himself in a shower that I could see into. He knew I was enthralled with his package and he showed off in the shower for me. He soaped everything up in the warm water. He pulled his foreskin back to reveal a beautiful flared-out cock head, but it kept snapping back down. He soaped and lathered one big ball at a time, holding it up in one hand as he soaped it up with the other. He squeezes them together with one hand then the next, passing them back and forth as he cleaned them. He saw as I became hypnotized, unable to pull my eyes away as my boner grew without my knowledge. He rinsed off his cock and hairy nut sac and I realized he had become rock-hard. He stared at me as he pulled his foreskin back and forth over the fat head of his cock. After a few minutes, he shot a forceful load at the shower wall. (another first for me) I watched it dribble down the wall as I felt my pre cum dripping down my leg. He toweled off lightly as his sex organ went down. He walked by me again and this time he reached his big hand down and fingered up some of my pre cum and put it in his mouth with a big wide grin.
I’ve run into him a few more times in the locker room where he exposed himself and masturbated himself for me to watch.
I liked the way the colors came out and the general feel of the painting, but the actual figure needs a lot of work. The penis came out good. I love when I can depict the foreskin in some kind of realistic way.
Who were the first two men to decide that an asshole or mouth would be a great place to stuff a hard cock? I’m sure there’s no way to really know, but I’m sure it happened a long time ago. I imagine a couple of cavemen out on the hunt. They’re miles from home with a fresh beast in a heap at their feet. they start a fire and roast up some saber-toothed tigers. They tear into the meat and gorge themselves on the roasted flesh. As they eat and drink, one decides to take a piss and the campfire illuminates the huge neandertal cock as he flips up his fur loin-cloth. His piss flows out hard and loud, hitting the rocks and ground below and his buddy joins in. They marvel in amazement as they have the first piss sword fight. They notice each other’s cock and heavy nuts. One of them comments that he has the bigger dick and the other scoffs. He shakes it at him and flips it around in the air, letting his buddy know that it does indeed get much bigger than this… and soon both of their cocks start to inflate. Staring at each other’s fat cocks, one kneels down to get a closer look. His friend turns to give his friend a better look and his hard meat slaps his buddy in the face. They laugh and as his friend’s mouth is open wide the other stuffs it in his mouth. he realizes right away that it feels warm and wet, like his woman’s pussy. The cocksucking caveman likes the feel of the pumped-up meat in his mouth and starts to suck on it. Soon they are taking turns feeding on each other’s hard caveman cock (first suck-jobs). It’s starting to get cold away from the fire and they make their way back to the warmth. The last one to be on his knees doesn’t bother to walk but just crawls back. As he crawls on all fours back to the fire his friend notices the hole that is positioned in just the same place as his woman’s hole and the proverbial light bulb lights up. He grins and slaps the hole. To his astonishment, he responds just like his woman, and his back arches, and his hole points way up in the air. His cock is still slick with spit (the first lube) and he thrusts his still-hard cock deep into the first man-cunt. It’s warm and wet just like a cavewoman hole and he starts thrusting. His friend responds with a grunt and a scream and his man-cunt opens up (the first pig bottom). They continue to hump and thrust next to the warmth of the fire. Their hairy, stinking bodies bulge with muscles as they moan and grunt in the open moonlight. As the first top feels like he is about to dump his load, he gives his buddy the first reach around and they howl and gasp as jizz starts to fly out of the bottom as his ass gets filled with the thick load. They fall to the ground in a sticky, hairy heap. They know enough to be a little scared that a baby might actually start to grow in the bottom’s ass and then they’d have some explaining to do. But this doesn’t happen, so they decide to keep this to themselves (the first closet). In the future, they become the best hunters in the tribe and everyone wonders about their extended hunting trips. But nobody questions them because they always return with the meat.
One of my first larger-size drawings. Not sure where it went. I have given away most of my art to charity fundraisers over the years. Maybe I’ll run into it again someday.
Tracy was my first lover. That’s what we used to call them back in the day. And what a lover he was. He was the first real relationship I had after coming out to the military and with my family. I was wearing a little tank top, leaning against the wall with my knee up like I had seen other men who were cruising do. What did I know? He walked by me with a huge smirking grin like only Tracy could do, snapped my tank top strap and said, “whimp”. Then walked off. I don’t think anybody else could have pulled that off without seeming like a complete asshole. But I knew somehow that it meant that he liked what he saw.
I gathered the courage to go talk to him and we were together from then on… until we weren’t.
Tracy was an enigma in many ways. There were always hazy rumors about his past beyond just being a know hound dog for sex. There were the rumors that he hustled on Santa Monica Blvd. There were the rumors that he slept with Freddie Mercury. And there were the rumors of his porn star past.
Eventually, I did get a chance to see the Honcho magazine. Truth be told, he wasn’t ashamed of it in any way. He was proud of it, but he didn’t really promote it too much because somehow the photographer managed to make his dick look smaller than it really was. That really pissed him off. He had a reputation and he didn’t want it tarnished in any way.
As someone who has had his dick down my throat and up my ass, I can attest that it is indeed bigger than it looks in these photos. But the hottest picture of the bunch, in my opinion, is the cover shot of him licking his armpit in mirrored glasses. Tracy’s face and facial expressions relayed his sexuality. everyone who talked with him felt that, even those who knew he was never going to have sex with them. He could have given Ted talks on Flirting. He was the master at it.
When we moved to San Diego, Tracy was getting a bit older and HIV was starting to be a looming presence. He knew that I was new to all of this and wasn’t going to become monogamous anytime soon (like never). He was craving stability that I wasn’t going to be able to give him. He found another partner and He and I stayed close until his death a couple of years later.
I can remember at the memorial service asking his partner about the Honcho magazine and if it was something he could part with. He told me that he didn’t want to let that go and felt it was somehow disrespectful to Tracy’s memory. It’s not something to argue about so I left it alone. I knew that Tracy was very proud of that Honcho edition.
Over the years, during every trip to San Francisco, I would go to a used gay porn store on 18th street called Auto Erotica (it’s still there) and search through the bins of old Honcho magazines. I’d spend hours sometimes flipping through the bins to no avail.
About two years ago, while living in San Francisco, I decided to give it another shot. I walked up the stairs and one of the first things I saw was an old tee shirt for sale that was from a bar I worked at in San Diego called Wolfs. I had never had a tee shirt from there and was excited to get my hands on it. It gave me hope that my luck was running hot. I walked over to the bins and flipped one magazine forward and there was Tracy’s beautiful face beaming up at me in Mirrored sunglasses. It was indeed my lucky day. I also found a Drummer magazine that had an ad in it that featured Tracy as one of the models.
I’ve had many times when I felt that Tracy was helping me out and guiding me along if only to help me have a great night of sex. This was one of the times when I knew that Tracy and I still had a connection.
So here are the photos from that Honcho and Drummer magazine that I’ve been writing about. Just remember that his dick was way bigger than it looks. Tracy would want you to know that. Also, know that I still love him with all my heart and miss him every day.
