(Male genitals — not displayed only because I fuzzed a penis out for WordPress modesty — and discussion of man-on-man sex acts in street language, so not suitable for kids or the sexually modest)
Today’s TitanMen gay porn sale ad in my e-mail (with a fellated penis you have to imagine):
(This is highly personal, very directly about the male body (mine) and sexual acts (mine), sometimes in street language, so not for kids or the sexually modest.)
The topic makes this very much a Mary, Queen of Scots, Not Dead Yet posting.
The background is that ever since puberty hit me early, at the age of 10, 72 years ago, I’ve had a very high sex drive, which since 2006 (when I last engaged sexually with another person) I have been satisfying myself entirely on my own, by jacking off. Mostly in brief sex breaks (comparable to coffee breaks or snack breaks), occasionally in longer, drawn-out enjoyments with the spur of favorite gay porn on DVD. In recent years, one to three times a day. Uncomplicated and satisfying, and not at all time-consuming.
Now: it turns out that my sex drive is a powerful indicator of the state of my body. If I am sick in any way, it just shuts down. (My ordinary afflictions have no effect, though when my wrist and hand joints are inflamed and aching, jacking off can be painful — but within tolerable limits, and the rush of hormones from coming briefly wipes away the pain.) When I stop wanting to get off, it’s a big warning sign.
I have been seriously sick for some months now, so no sex.
Day before yesterday, I woke in an all-stops-out sex dream, consumed by desire. But I was in bed, and my dick and balls were confined in an adult diaper, and there was no route to satisfaction. Then up and into all the routines of the day, and soon helpers arrived, so I was never on my own.
This morning I blocked out a time after breakfast and snack and before my helper would arrive. Pulled down my diapers and shorts, spit-lubed my dick, and enjoyed the fantasy of some porn, while talking dirty to myself. Smooth route to a satisfying climax. It was wonderful.
Then some cleanup, rearranging my clothes, and I looked like a clean old man again. Who’s back on the recovery train.
Practiced singing from the Sacred Harp along with videos of the Ireland conventions — great stuff, beautifully produced — for half an hour this morning. (It’s pure pleasure and lung therapy, actually prescribed by my doctors.) With an amazing powerful voice that just astonished my helper León, who couldn’t believe this voice was coming from me, like I’d suddenly turned into a different person. Then did two hours of shapenote singing with the Palo Alto Sacred Harp singers, 1 to 3, on Zoom (I hear them, but I’m muted from them) Didn’t do all the songs, mostly because I couldn’t keep up with sight-reading unfamiliar songs, but I did most of them, without flagging, chose four of the songs, and then the two hours flew past.
So I’m getting back in the world again, bit by bit.
Just arrived in my e-mail, this entertaining Fourth of July sale ad for TitanMen gay porn:
An American flag + shirt-lifting, a biceps display, and a jutting crotch: patriotism plus a display of conventional signs of sexually desirable masculinity for guys who are into guys.
American Independence Day is what what I’ve called a masculine meat holiday (in my 6/17/22 posting “Be the Master of the Meat!”) — with the full weight of the double entendre on meat, so lending itself to exploitation in gay porn ads.
(This posting manages to (barely) skirt male genitals and man-on-man sex, without (almost any) street speech or explicit images, but the topic is daddy fantasies in gay porn, so it will not be to everyone’s taste)
For Memorial Day (and other American patriotic holidays), ads for gay porn play to fantasies of military men, while for Fathers Day, coming up rapidly (this Sunday, 6/18), they play to daddy fantasies (see the Page on this blog about my postings on Daddy-Boy encounters and DILFs, on the sexualization and various ritualizations of the father-son roles). With luck, pretty much the same material can serve for both holidays, as in the case of Papi Kocic (with his heavily loaded porn name) in MEN.com’s Norse Fuckers, who did ad duty on Memorial Day (in an ad for a porn emporium’s Memorial Day sale; see my 5/29/23 posting “Hordes of Norsemen insert themselves into a national holiday”) playing a military leader; and now appears in a porn-sale ad for Fathers Day in his guise as a hot daddy:
(#1) The ad, with genitals concealed (for WordPress modesty) and ad copy suppressed (so we can focus on the image and the porn-purveyors’ sentiment “We ❤️ Hot Dads!”)
(totally not for kids or the sexually modest, as you’ll see right away)
Today’s TLA Gay sale ad:
(#1) The header and the main image, showing pornstar William Seed looking intensely hunky by his firepole
(Packed with thrusting male genitals and hot man-on-man sex, dirty talk and dirty pictures, absolutely not for kids or the sexually modest. Well, there’s a lot of semen in Norsemen. Please don’t hit me.)
… who just appeared on Pinterest, in this painting by French artist François Bard:
(#1)
I know nothing at all about the context of this painting (even when it was painted); I’m posting it because I have a thing about winged men.
This is, in any case, a thoroughly realistic portrait of a man — not a fantasy figure — who just happens to have wings. Even the wings are weighty and detailed: real wings that just happen to be attached to a man.
(A decidedly lubricious moment of entertainment, to spice up a Saturday; it’s about facial expressions, but men’s genitals figure prominently, so this is not for kids or the sexually modest)
This e-mail ad (cropped here) in my e-mail today (3/18) — an ad for a sale of Raging Stallion gay porn flicks, featuring characters from RS’s just-released Take Off, set in a fantasy world of airline personnel:
(men’s bodies and sex between men, illustrated just a bit shy of a X-rating and described in vivid detail in street language — tons of F for P day — so entirely unsuitable for kids and the sexually modest)
It’s Presidents / President’s / Presidents’ Day — P Day, for short — in my country, and suppliers of gay porn flicks have mounted P Day sales of their wares. Their ads sometimes display an image from such a flick, ornamented with patriotic symbols (American flags, stars, plenty of red, white, and blue); the image itself usually has nothing whatsoever to do with P Day, but is an illustration of the deeply satisfying fantasy sex a man-desiring man can get off to by watching one of the flicks on sale. Often the sale ads are just gigantic displays of the covers of the merchandise, so you can search for what might work for you by scanning the titles and cover photos.
Two images from this year’s crop of P Day sale ads. One, from the Falcon company, shows an image of Flying Cowboy, an image in which a grateful citizen thanks his President by serving as the receptive partner in this acrobatic approach to anal intercourse. (The emotional landscape of the actual act is very different from this: the President is working hard to provide pleasure for his constituent.)
The other image is just one of the many covers in the Gay Empire ad for its P Day sale — a cover for a costume flick about pedication among the Norsemen.
This is the end of the careful talk in this posting. Below the horizontal line, and then the fold, is where the wild things have sex.
(solidly about men’s bodies and man-on-man sex, in street language, so entirely unsuitable for kids and the sexually modest)
For the background, I return to two postings on this blog from July 2022:
— from 7/3/22, “Smiles of the summer days”, about a sexual encounter between Cocky Boys Levi Karter and Blake Mitchell that exemplifies a common trope of gay male porn combining a facial component — two faces pleasurably engaged with one another (in what I’ll call facial coupling) — and a groin-buttocks component — a back-on-front sit-fuck (what I’ll call a lap fuck, aka Reverse Cowboy):
(#1) 1 ONE-SIDED interaction: R[eceptive] Levi Carter, I[nsertive] Blake Mitchell)— from 7/5/22, “The reverse of me”, about gay pornstar Zach Astor, with X-rated images in an AZBlogX posting of 7/5/22, “Zach Astor”: ZA engaged in such an encounter with Tannor Reed:
(#2) 2 ONE-SIDED interaction: I Zach Astor, R Tannor Reed
